#roman burki imagines

[footballffbarbiex]

As it stands, the series being completed sooner are:

Antoine Griezmann Blank Space.

Anyone You Want So…Teach Me

Fernando Torres To Be Owned By You.

Rúben Dias  Speakeasy. Patreon until completion.

Trent Alexander Arnold / OC / Dominik Szoboszlai. Compersion.

with "runner up" series as: (in most vote order)

Roman Bürki. HEA.

Oscar Mingueza. Counting Stars. Patreon until completion.

Anyone You Want. Just A Taste. Patreon until completion.

Antoine Griezmann. Always. 

Antoine Griezmann. For Your Entertainment. Mini series. Patreon until completion.

Antoine Griezmann. A Kiss From Death.

Antoine Griezmann. Tear You Apart.

Eric Dier.  Baby, Sugar. Patreon until completion.

Mason Mount. The Heart Never Lies. 

Roman Bürki. Remember Me. Patreon until completion.

Federico Bernardeschi. Behind Enemy Lines. Patreon until completion.

Federico Bernardeschi. Here Without You. Patreon until completion.

Oscar Mingueza Lost In Paradise.  Kink Bingo glory hole series.

Oscar Mingueza. The Vow.

You can still vote here.

[footballxixstars]

Roman Burki

Roman Burki born on the 14th of November 1990. He plays for St. Louis City FC and Switzerland National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Prankster ~ Roman is a prankster and it’s getting a bit out of hand so you decide to prank him yourself. You cannot prank a prankster though

Silly Snapchat Photo ~ Your daughter has an obsession with Snapchat and can’t help but keep putting filters on when she takes photos

Making Christmas Decorations ~ You and your children making some Christmas decorations

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[emwritesfootball]

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.

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“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.

[macybeckham7]

Love Someone

If he was being truthful there was days where he wakes up and looks over at you and admires your true beautiful and he has to pinch himself that you were with him and not somebody else. God knows that you could get someone better than him, and that scares him, that one of these days he will wake up and he’ ll realise that this was all a dream. That he’ll wake up in the bed alone and not be able to smell the scent of your perfume around his house, and have your texts that always make his day go a little bit better. 

The two of you have been dating over a year now and he didn't understand how you were still so perfect and getting even more so as the days go by. Even on your ‘worst ones’ where you have spot cream dotted all over your face, your hair a mess and you were in his clothes, he still found you perfect. But despite how you were feeling you always managed to make him smile, always cracking a dirty joke or a funny story which always got you both smiling like Cheshire cats.

I’d stop the world, if it gave us time 

When you love someone, you open your heart. That was an easy thing to do for him when it came to you, you mellowed him out. His mum always told him ‘when you love someone, you'll make room’ previously he never got that, he pretty self in that aspect he was only focused on his career and his goals in life and then hanging with the boys, but with you he just got it and he was willing to do that, because he loved someone. 

‘You probably never loved someone like I do‘ He gushed to her as he gently caressed her cheek as they laid in bed together. The truth was he has never felt these feeling for anyone else before. 

Whenever you tell him ‘I love the way you make me feel’ emotionally, physically, mentally, that always makes him smile as the thing between the two of you feels real and not just all in his head and just one sided. You could tell that he wasn't giving you his all as you knew he was scared, you tried to tell him not too but that was all well and good. You getting him to look deeply in your eyes as you tell him ‘cause you’re all I need’ you say in a low tone. 

He found this whole thing bittersweet, he had always thought it’d be hard to find, the one until he found you, Cause really you had gave him something to lose, he has the most precious thing, someone so incredible that loves him and all he had to do is fuck up a few times and makes you realise that you could do better.

And it will be one of those days where he wakes up and pinches himself and he will be in bed alone, with just an empty space where you used to be. 

[miafootballimagiines-blog]

June, hot nights

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first imagine I’m writing about the football universe. I’ve been wanting to write and take a shot on the football imagines universe because, honestly, sometimes I feel so inspired to write and I thought, why not share this on a proper blog? I hope you enjoy it and feel free to send me a hi it would be lovely to chat with you and share new ideas or just chat about our boys

Type: Roman Bürki x reader

You and Roman were currently enjoying your holidays together, his season has ended and you couldn’t miss the opportunity to be with him for a couple of days, away from your busy lives. You knew it was a cheesy choice, and almost everyone did the same, but Greece gave you a sense of peace, and somehow to Roman as well.

You were currently chilling by the pool, laying in one of the chairs, Roman playing around the water trying to get your attention. You smirked when you felt light cold drops on your belly “What are you doing?” You said while sitting on the chair, a giggle escaping from your lips. 

“Trying to get the attention of my beautiful fianceé. Boo, come on. Join me.” Roman said, pouting. He knew well how to have his way around you. A confident smile replacing the pout, quickly after you got up. He opened his arms in your direction, his chin resting on your legs when you sat by the pool, half of your legs on the water.

“Stop looking so handsome, it makes me sick.” You said while running your fingers through his wet hair.

“I can’t, baby. It’s a quality of mine.” He said, kissing your leg, bitting it slightly making you wince, not in pain, but in surprise.

You lowered your body, his lips crashing into yours. His hands ran down your legs, up again, taking you in his arms. Your legs went around him, while your body soaked in the water, Roman being gentle not to wet you all down at once.

You looked into his eyes, exchanging quick “I love you’s” between the small kissed you gave him. He closed his eyes, his nose bumping lightly against yours. The sky was already dark, but the night was hot. The cold temperature touching both your bodies gently.

“Thanks for keeping me sane, baby.” He whispered, his fingers tangled in your hair.

You only smiled, your eyes telling him everything he needed to know without words. You placed your finger on top of his lips, making a smile appear on his,

[hellofutbol]

What Started in Ibiza Chapter Seven

Before Rhea could continue to argue with her friends, Becca got out of the bed, in which at some point she had sat up in, and walked over to the table that Sim and Rhea were sitting in. “If you don’t go, I’ll feel even worse about myself. I’ll feel responsible for you missing out on something that I know you want to do. I’ll be fine. I’ll mope here around the hotel and Sim will be here with me. Just because I’m miserable here, doesn’t mean that you have to be as well.”

Rhea could tell that Becca truly meant every word that was coming out of her mouth. She couldn’t help but be grateful for the friends that she had received. They truly were one of a kind friends and she wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. With a sigh, she relented.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

The first smile since her break up appeared on Rebecca’s face at the sign of Rhea’s consent. “Okay, well, since it’s been decided, I call dibs on picking out your outfit.”

“Hey, no fair, I wanted to pick out her outfit.” Sim sounded truly outraged.

Rebecca just stuck out her tongue at her friend and Rhea couldn’t help but smile seeing her friends childish antics. She was glad to see Rebecca smiling again. Even if she knew that her non-date/date with Roman was a nice excuse for her friend to not think about everything that was happening with Julian for the time being it felt good to see her not upset.

After much debate, Sim consented to letting Rebecca pick Rhea’s outfit while she was in charge of her makeup. Becca and Sim accompanied Rhea back to her room and as soon as the stepped foot inside, quickly went to work. Becca picked out a solid black dress which went to mid-thigh when Rhea tried it on. The dress was separated into two section, a top and a bottom, joined together by lace in the middle, showing off Rhea’s midriff slightly. It was one of Rhea’s favorite dresses.

After putting on the dress, Sim got to work on doing Rhea’s makeup. She gave her friend a natural look because she knew that Rhea wasn’t the type of girl to like wearing a crap load of makeup. In fact, Rhea had never really been a huge fan of makeup in general. She had always preferred going bare faced if she could.

When she was ready, her friends looked her over. Sim couldn’t help but whistle when she saw Rhea’s final look.

“If I were a man, I would totally bang you. You look damn sexy. That poor bloke won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”

Rhea couldn’t help but blush at Sim’s words. It was probably stupid but a part of her hoped that Sim’s words were true. She hoped that Roman would like the way she looked.

Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door which made her slightly freeze up. Looking over at the clock she noticed that it was seven. It was probably Roman on the other side of the door. The thought of seeing him brought butterflies to her stomach.

Looking over at her Sim could tell that Rhea felt nervous. She couldn’t help but smirk at the slightly flustered look on her friends face. It was obvious to anyone looking at her that Rhea really liked this guy.

“Relax, I’ll get it.” With that, she bound off to go and open the door.

Swinging it open she was met face to face with Borussia Dortmund’s goalkeeper. Even Sim had to admit that he was beyond handsome. Her friend definitely had good choice.

Roman’s eyes darted to the number on the door when he saw an unknown woman answer the door to Rhea’s room. For a minute he had been worried that he had wandered into the wrong room, but looking over at the room number he verified that it was the right room. Sim couldn’t help but smile. An idea formed in her head at the lost look on Roman’s face.

“Can I help you?” She put on her best innocent face and voice.

“Um, I’m here looking for my friend. This is supposed to be her room.”

“Friend or girlfriend?” At Sim’s words Roman’s face became slightly red.

Walking out from the inside room, Rhea heard how her longtime friend was teasing her non-date/date. Her eyes widened. She had known that it was a bad idea to trust Sim to open the door. She should have sent Becca instead. Becca would have been a much wiser choice.

“Sim, what are you doing?”

At the sound of her voice Sim turned around to face Rhea. It was then that Rhea first got a clear view of Roman. When she had walked out of the room, she had been able to see only the top of his head, but now that Sim had moved she could see the rest of his body. She had to admit, he looked damn good. He was dressed in a tight white shirt that showcased his muscles and blue jeans that were slightly torn at the knees. He had topped off the look with a hooded leather jacket. Rhea had always been a sucker for a man in a leather jacket. She didn’t know what it was about that clothing item in particular but she had always liked them.

Just as Rhea was taking in Roman she could tell that he was also taking in her appearance. His eyes roamed from her head, down to her toes, and then back up to meet her eyes. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t read but they seemed different. Brush it off as the lighting in the hotel she placed a smile on her face.

“You look good.” Her voice had come out slightly breathy.

“Thank you, but I can guarantee that I look nowhere near as good as you do.”

Rhea could feel her face burning slightly at his compliment. The part of her that had wanted him to like what he saw was satisfied that he had. Even she had to admit the outfit that Rebecca had chosen was one that made her feel sexy. “Thank you.”

There was a silence that descended upon the room. It was broken by Sim who cleared her throat. Her gaze went from Rhea to Roman and then back once again to her friend. Rhea realized for a second that she had completely forgotten that Sim was still in the room. She had been too busy ogling Roman. Realizing that, her blush deepened.

“Right, sorry. Roman, this is my friend Sim and Sim, this is Roman.”

At the introduction, Sim turned to Roman and stuck out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Roman shook hands with her and then turned back to face Rhea. His eyes however went past her and that was when Rhea realized that Becca had stepped into the room as well.

“And this is Rebecca.”

Rebecca smiled at Roman and raised her hand in a slight wave. Out of the two Rebecca was the more shyer of her friends. Roman smiled and waved back. His attention then went back to Rhea. There was that look in his eyes again when he took in her appearance.

“You ready to go?” Roman asked with a nod towards the doorway.

With a nod, Rhea walked over to the couch in the hotel living room and grabbed her clutch. Once it was securely in her hands, she walked back over to Roman and allowed him to lead the way out of the hotel room and towards the elevator. His hands were on her lower back as they guided her. Generally she would have felt like a guy was being too overly familiar if he did this to her but with Roman she let it slide. His hand on her back felt somehow comfortable.

“I’m sorry about my friend Sim, she sometimes speaks without thinking.”

Roman couldn’t help but chuckle at Rhea’s words. “It’s alright. My friends can be like that as well. Just you wait, my friends will probably ask you questions like that all night tonight.”

Rhea couldn’t help the chuckle from coming from her lips. It was obvious by his tone that Roman liked his friends. That made her intrigued to meet them.

“I look forward to it.”

“You say that now, but wait until you meet them.” Roman spoke as he shook his head.

The ride to the club was mostly spent talking about their lives back home in Dortmund. He told her about some of his team members and she told him about her job as a photographer. He seemed slightly disheartened to know that she had never seen a Dortmund game live and that she had only ever seen them on her television. In fact, he made her promise that when she returned back to Dortmund, she would go and see a live game.

Rhea found herself having fun with him. He was genuinely funny and majority of the car ride was spent in laughter. Before she knew, the car pulled up in front of a night club and stopped. Roman got out of his side of the car and walked around to open the door for her. She couldn’t help but be impressed. From what she’d heard from some of her friends very few guys actually held the door open for their dates. Thanking him and grabbing onto the hand that he had extended for her, she exited the car.

Once more his hands went to the small of her back and he guided her inside. They stopped a little into the entrance as he looked around for his friend. When he finally spotted them, he lead her over to the booth that they were in. It didn’t take long for the two of them to approach the table and as soon as they did all of Roman’s friends gaze drifted from Roman to Rhea. She resisted the urge to run away. She had never really been someone who was overly fond of large crowds and especially if she was the center of attention. Thankfully Roman must have sensed her discomfort for he quickly began greeting his friends and introducing her to them one at a time.

All of them were super friendly to Rhea, greeting her with a smile and it helped to ease her discomfort of being surrounded by completely new faces. Taking a seat at the table, Roman took the seat next to her on her right by the exit of the booth. Next to Rhea sat a girl who if she remembered correctly was one of Roman’s friends girlfriend. For the life of her though, Rhea couldn’t remember her name.    

The girl must have sensed that which is why she introduced herself again with a smile on her face. Rhea was surprised she wasn’t upset about having to remind Rhea about her name. “I’m Hailey.”

Hailey’s smile put a smile on Rhea’s face. It was a slightly embarrassed smile though. “I’m really sorry, I’m not very good at names. My mother jokes that I would forget her name as well if I didn’t speak to her on the phone every day.”

Hailey laughed slightly at Rhea’s attempt at a joke. “You’re cute. I can see why Roman likes you.”

Rhea was just about to answer that her and Roman were just friends and that he didn’t like her in that way when she felt a hand landing on her shoulder and pulling her attention away from Hailey. She looked back towards her right to Roman, who had been the one who had touched her shoulder. He was smiling and it was obvious that he was glad to be able to hang out with his friends.

“I’m going to go and get a drink, you want anything.”

Rhea had never been a huge drinker. She much preferred being sober and in control of her self, not inebriated. She had only ever gotten shit faced drunk once and she had made a complete fool of her self then so she never drank too much.

“I’ll just have a beer. Thanks.”

With a nod of his head, Roman walked towards the bar to go and get their drinks. When he left she turned back to Hailey who had been watching the interaction between the two.

“Do you want to go dance?” Hailey’s question took Rhea by surprise as she hadn’t been expecting that.

Before she could reply however, Hailey lightly pushed her in the direction of leaving the booth. When they were both standing, the other girl grabbed Rhea’s hand and pulled her in the direction of the dancefloor.

I guess I’m going dancing.

A/N: There’s the seventh chapter. How do you guys like it? Feedback is always appreciated. What do you think is going to happen next?

[barcaavengers]

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.

[the1beautifulgame]

Need You Tonight.

This was not requested, but I had a sudden idea, so I just started writing. It is set right after the attack on Borussia Dortmund on the day of their first game against Monaco.

The bathtub moment was inspired by this scene from Pretty Woman.

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I remember all the details of that day. I remember that - just minutes before Melissa was supposed to pick me up - I was in the bedroom, frantically searching for the jersey my boyfriend Roman had given to me. I looked through the big closet twice, then I gave up. Instead of the jersey, I just put on a yellow blouse, so at least I would be wearing club colors. After a glance in the mirror and to my wild hair, I sighed and reached for my hairbrush. That was when the phone rang.

I saw Melissa's name on the display, and quickly picked up. “Hey, I'm so sorry, I'll need five more minutes, my hair is a complete mess. You can just come inside, okay?” Melissa remained quiet for a few seconds. Then she drew a shaky breath. “There's…”, she began, but broke off again. Another deep breath. “Melissa? Are you alright?” “Yeah”, she managed, then her voice broke. “There's been an incident. With the team bus.“

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I immediately asked for details she didn't have. She didn't know about the cause of the accident, not about injuries. The only thing she could tell me was that nobody had died. This did ease some of the aching worry, but the unknown was still there. I put down my brush without using it and threw my hair in a top knot while racing down the stairs to meet Melissa outside in her car. I just wanted to see if Roman was fine.

In silence, we drove to the hotel where the team was staying at. Police were everywhere, along with several ambulances. It took us a while to get in, because security wanted to check our ID's. Then, there they were. Players and paramedics, staff of both the team and the hotel. Thomas Tuchel was on his phone, but he saw us and ended the call while approaching us. “Roman is over there”, he said without wasting time on a hello. “Melissa, please come with me.”

She looked so worried that I considered staying with her, but then I saw Roman. I let go of Melissa and immediately started walking over to him. He was sitting on the floor with his back against a couch and he had his face buried in his arms. A paramedic was crouching beside him with a waterbottle in her hand, talking to him. He didn't look up when I reached him and touched his shoulder. “Roman”, I said softly. “It's me.“ He still didn't look up, but upon hearing my voice, he grabbed for my hand. I sank to my knees and allowed him to pull me into a tight hug.

His face found its way to my neck, and with a slight shock, I could feel hot tears against my skin. “Oh Roman”, I whispered, and pulled him even closer. As he cried, I stroked his hair like you would with a child. Over his head, I caught the paramedic's eyes, and I raised my eyebrows, hoping she would give me the answers I was looking for. She understood. “There was a minor bomb explosion.“ My heart sank and I looked around. How many did get injured?

Again, the paramedic understood me without having to hear my question. “There were almost no injuries. But they sent a guy named Marc to the hospital.“ I closed my eyes. That's why Tuchel had taken Melissa aside. “Your boyfriend was sitting next to him”, the paramedic continued, successfully regaining my attention. “But he won't let anyone examine him. He says he's fine.” I looked down at Roman, who was - at least emotionally - definitely not fine. “Roman“, I said. “Please, look at me.”

When he didn't react, I cupped his face and gently pulled it away from my neck. His face was wet, his eyes wide open. He didn't seem to realize what was going on. “Roman, can you hear me?”, I asked. One, two seconds passed, then he nodded. “Are you hurt?” That was when he spoke. “It's Marc. Are they treating him? Marc is hurt.” “Yes”, I assured him. “He is in the hospital right now. They are taking care of him.” He looked at me for a moment, then he released a deep breath. “Okay.”

Then, without a warning, new tears spilled from his eyes. “It should've been me. I should've taken the window seat, I could've stopped it…” “Roman”, I whispered and looked him in the eyes. “There was nothing you could do.” He shook his head, which I had still in my hands. “I…” “Roman”, I said. “Marc is being treated. But I need to know if you are hurt.” “No”, he said immediately. “I'm… fine.” I gripped his face a little harder. “Please let the paramedic look at you. Marc is taken care of. Now they need to know if the rest of the team is okay. Everyone is being examined.”

Roman looked at me, then around. Paramedics were examining players and staff who had been on the bus. “Okay”, he said eventually. I helped him get up and sit on the couch. He seemed more alert now and was ready to answer the paramedic's questions. I looked around too. Melissa had obviously left for the hospital, but the entire team seemed to be here. Closest to me was Nuri, who looked physically fine, but distressed, like my boyfriend. He noticed me looking at him and smiled weakly. I smiled back, but was now more worried. What were these boys now emotionally carrying?

I looked at my phone to see if there was a message from Melissa concerning Marc, but nothing. When I looked back up, Tuchel was approaching. He exchanged a few words with the paramedic, then he crouched down in front of the couch. “I'm sorry”, he began. “But some powerful people in the UEFA headquarters decided that since nobody died, we have to play tomorrow.” “What?”, I said in disbelief. “Yes.” Tuchel glanced at Roman, who reached for my hand. “Marc won't be able to. He broke his hand.”

Roman squeezed my hand hard but nodded. Tuchel rose and touched Roman's shoulder. “I suggest you go up to your room and try to get some rest. I'm sorry, but my hands are tied.” Roman nodded again and got up. Tuchel now addressed me. “You go with him and try to do damage control. I have to go check on the rest of my boys.” “Okay”, I said and lead Roman to the elevators, taking his bag with me. He pushed the right button when I asked him to, but it was like he was sleepwalking. I took the key card from his hands and opened the door for him.

He walked past me into the room, and stopped in front of the couch, but he didn't sit down. He just stood there. That was when it hit me. I could've lost him today. If the person who placed the bomb had been a little more accurate, if it had been Roman in the window seat instead of Marc… I quickly walked over to Roman and threw my arms around him. He pulled me close and I buried my face in his chest, where I was able to hold back the tears. I couldn't cry. He needed me.

After a few deep breaths I felt safe enough to look up at him. He looked me in the eyes, his face an unreadable expression. Then, without any warning, he bent down and his lips crashed against mine. He was hectic, his lips were moving fast, and his touch became desperate. I let him do as his hands slid down my back and grabbed my behind, and I willingly lifted my arms when he pulled up my yellow blouse. He struggled with my bra clasp but eventually managed to open it. His hands were on my breasts the same time his lips left my mouth.

He planted rough kisses on my neck, before he opened his mouth and sucked hard. It was painful, but I said nothing. His teeth however made me gasp. “Ow”, I said quietly, and Roman immediately pulled away. “I'm so sorry”, he stammered and pulled me into a hug, my naked breasts pressed against his toned body. Ever so quick, he let go of me again. “I'm sorry baby girl. I won't touch you anymore.” “Roman”, I whispered. “It's okay. It's okay, come here.”

My arms were there to welcome him back, but he was a sleepwalker again. So I took him by the arm and guided him to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and put some soap in the bathtub for a bubble bath. Then I helped Roman out of his clothes. Normally, this was an extreme turn on for me, being able to see more and more of his beautiful body. But not today. Not with his eyes so far away. I took off the rest of clothes too and slid into the comfortably warm water. “Come”, I said and held out a hand for him to take.

He hesitated for a moment, then he took it and got into the bathtub in front of me. His back sunk against my chest and his head got to a rest next to my cheek. We'd taken baths together before, but normally he was behind me, and it was a steamy affair. Now it felt like he was a child and I could comfort him with my embrace. His hands dropped down to search for mine, and he brought them together in front of his chest. I turned my head so I could place a tender kiss to his neck, and that was when I finally felt his whole body relax against mine.

And he told me everything: “We were just getting ready to leave. Marc was sitting next to me on the window seat. When we heard… the bomb go off, we didn't know what it was. But we all ducked. We stayed down, we didn't know if there was more to come. Finally we were told to get off the bus. Marc seemed fine at first, I think it was the adrenaline. But then he suddenly wasn't. They took him to an ambulance and sent him off. We were brought back to the hotel. Tuchel was making one phone call after the other… He was trying to get us more time.” He squeezed my hands. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Of course I will”, I assured. “Thank you”, he mumbled and sighed. “I should be strong for you.” “No”, I said. “You can be strong for your team tomorrow. But tonight, I'll be strong for you.” Again, Roman squeezed my hands, but he said nothing. He just drew a shaky breath, and I knew he was crying again. I was glad he couldn't see my face, because I was crying too now, despite wanting to be the strong one. I said nothing more. I just held him in my arms and surrounded him with my touch and my love.

Hoping time would be able to heal.

[footballerimaginess]

We Do Make Cute Babies

Baby Prompt List  13. Oh we do make cute babies  Roman Burki  Word Count: 316  TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex @lawsandother @henrythickcavill @pom277 @sanchos-dream​ @meteora-fc​ @trentaafc​ @spursondele​ @qwetyronerty​ @alexajanecollins​ @kkim120​ @glam-khal​ @brewsterbabyy​ @footballxixstars​  Roman was sitting on the sofa with his 7 month old little girl Daniella. He was absolutely smitten with her, he couldn’t get enough of her. If she wasn’t sleeping or doing anything else, he had to have her in his arms.  Now she was getting bigger, Roman was enjoying her as much as he possibly could. “She is so beautiful you look just like your mummy. Do you think she will still love her cuddles when she gets older?” Roman asks you. “Yes Ro, who wouldn’t love cuddles with you. Those big strong arms are always worth holding on” you smirked.  “Mmm okay. I like that” Roman winked. “Cheeky” you laughed as you finished pottering around and tidying up after Roman and Daniella.  You walked back over and see Roman. “Oh we do make cute babies” you smirked as you looked up at Roman as Daniella was grabbing at Roman’s beard. “We really do, lets make more babies” Roman smirked.  He took you by surprise. “Wow really? you want more?” you asked him. “Yes I do want more, if this one decides to fully sleep then we can start thinking about it” you smiled and nodded in agreement.  “But I wonder if she is cutting her teeth, because she is drooling everywhere” you laughed as you wiped her face with the tissue. “Oh she is, let me have a look shall I peek it out” Roman opened her mouth.  “Oh look, there it is cutting” Roman pointed as Daniella squirmed in his arms and wrestled with her. She was not having any of it.  “Poor little love, no wonder she is so clingy today. I am sure she will be okay soon. Hopefully she falls asleep straight away because if not I could do with a nap babe” you sighed as Daniella moved and you took her in her arms as she needed a bottle.  Sorry this is so short! 

[footballffbarbiex]

Neighbourhood Watch. Pt 1.

Summary: She’s always had a flirtatious relationship with her next door neighbour Roman but when he takes it to the next level, allowing her to see him privately whilst at his most intimate, will they finally give in to each other?

Warnings: Very strong language, male oral sex, voyeurism, jealousy, reference to masturbation (male and female), foreplay (use of fingers).

Word count: 3109 Original Word Count to this point: 1868

A/N: this is YEARS overdue. But enjoy my smut bunnies. I've very much enjoyed re-writing this.

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Roman. How to describe Roman? The truth is, you’d never admit your feelings for him. He consumed your thoughts whenever you would allow it and so it was much simpler to push him to the back of your mind. The two of you had been neighbours for over a year now and when the two of you would interact it was always friendly, flirty and certainly inappropriate. But nothing ever came of it, much to your frustration despite knowing how good you’d be together; even if it were just for one night.

He was everything that you wanted and craved. Tall, tattooed with big arms that could pick you up and throw you around the bedroom in the best way and make you feel as small as a doll to do with as he pleased. He had big dark eyes, these kissable lips and a naughty smirk that told you he was thinking disgustingly filthy thoughts about you. When he’d look at you and his lips would curve upwards as he’d drink you in, his dimples would pop and your knees would buckle. Which was quite appropriate considering how long you’d been wishing to be on your knees before him anyway. He knew he was good looking but he’d never play on it unless it worked in his favour. And with you, it always worked in his favour. During the summer months, he’d host BBQs - ones that would go into the night and form memories for years to come. He’d caught you looking at him as he’d prepped the garden. The sun beating down on him as he cut the grass, his shirt thrown over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his chest and back and falling in a streak to dampen the waistband of his shorts.

Roman knew you were watching him but chose not to acknowledge it. Instead, he kept working, making sure the BBQ grill was clean and ready to go. Wood was chopped and stacked beside the frame, waiting to be placed in the belly and lit later on. His swimming pool has been cleaned, ready for any willing bodies to take a dip and cool down later on when temperatures are at their highest.

You watched as he turned and looked up at the window you were peering out of, curling his last two fingers into his palm and gesturing you with a beckoning motion with this first two, the very two fingers you’d envisioned him using within you many times, and requested you to come down. He was leaning against the dividing fence, forearms resting on top as he hung his head low between his arms and took a moment to breathe.

“You called?” You’d said, smiling as his head had snapped back up and his eyes met yours.

“Nice to see you’ll come when I ask.” He’d grinned and you’d felt the pull within your pussy from his words.

“Nice to see you still talk the talk.”

“For now. We both know it’s a matter of time. Speaking of,” Roman had turned and gestured to his handiwork, “you’re more than welcome to come. I’ll be BBQ’ing, there’ll be drinks, music, me, so you know you’ll be having a good time.”

During the last summer, you’d bonded over food, spirits and favourite sexual positions; with each drink refill, the conversation escalated. It quickly became a game of I Have Never with the two of you wanting to know exactly what the other had done to build up the fantasy in your minds and no-one else around the two of you really mattered in that moment. You could tell by the way he looked at you whilst asking the questions that he was picturing you naked beneath him as he did the things he was questioning you about. You left his house that night drunk with wet panties and feeling sexually frustrated.

It only seemed to get worse from there. The two houses were relatively close and since that night Roman would no longer close the blinds unless he had guests. On far too many occasions you would be in your bedroom when he’d enter his own, fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel which hung low on his hips. He’d look into your window and smirk as he, whilst covering his dignity much to your disappointment, would dry himself off and get dressed. He’d enter his kitchen after working out in his home gym, covered in sweat and looking fuckable as he’d stand near the window which your home overlooked and drink heavily from a bottle of water. He’d catch your attention and give you a small wave before pulling his shirt over his head from behind his neck and discarding it on the floor. There was only so much you could take before deciding that two could play that game and oh would you play.

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After an awful shift, the last thing you wanted was to come home and cook and so, you’d spent the last half an hour of your work day looking through your food ordering app to see what took your fancy. Ten minutes before reaching your stop, your phone buzzed to say that your order had been accepted and made your stomach rumble audibly, loud enough for those who sat near you to hear.

By the time you’re reaching into your bag for the house keys as you approach the front door, you notice the notification stating that your order is now on its way. With a bit of luck, you will be able to get inside and slip into something a little more comfortable. You have no other plans other than to sit on the couch and eat until your tummy feels nice and full.

You lock the door behind you and toe off your shoes before hanging up both your coat and bag. Taking your phone from the pocket of your coat, you make your way to the bedroom, flick on the lamp rather than the big light and give a big stretch high above your head and go up to your tiptoes, groaning with mild satisfaction as your muscles stretch out and your mind goes a little hazy from it.

As you’re pulling your arms back to by your sides, you feel a tug, as though something or someone is trying to draw your attention. Turning your body, rather than just your face, towards the window, you’re able to view Roman laid on his bed on his side watching your every move. Colours flash through the room, illuminating it with quick succession so you know he’s watching TV. Your fingers move to your blouse, slowly pushing the top button back through the buttonhole until it pops open, exposing a little more skin with each new one opened and still his eyes are on you with every movement you make.

Turning away from him, you pretend as though you don’t care about him watching when in reality, your skin vibrates with excitement and you need him to continue staring. Your blood feels as though it’s becoming hotter, skin burning where your fingers touch the lower down your abdomen they go, until finally, your blouse opens fully, exposing you in your bra as your hands move to the back of your skirt and unzips it.

You remove the blouse, throw it into the laundry basket and turn your back to the window as you begin to peel off the skirt, bending forward, keeping your knees straight as you do so as the fabric pools at your feet before you step out of it, leaving you in only your lingerie; making a mental note of thanks to yourself for choosing this set this morning. It clings to you perfectly, working your curves and boosting your assets.

It’s not until you turn back to the window that you pop the bra clasp that you notice he’s changed positions. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, a tent pitching at his waist as he observes you. Lowering your shoulders allows the bra straps to fall and you watch as Roman sits forward wanting to see more. Your heart is pounding against your chest as you decide what your next steps should be. You hadn’t intended to walk in this room and do this, there’d been no plan to strip for him but now you were here with his unwavering attention on you and purely on you.

Just as you’re in the process of, unbeknown to him, shakily pulling the bra down, the doorbell sounds. Your head snaps to the side as you listen as a knock comes a few moments later. Turning back to Roman, you place your arm over your breasts and give him a grin as you close the blinds but not before you see him chuckling to himself as he lays back on the bed, cock now straining against his clothing and as you pull on something so that you can answer the door, your cunt pulses at the thought of finally being able to have him.

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Switching off the shower, you step out of the glass cubicle and grab a towel. Feeling a little light headed as always from having the water far too hot, the cool air from the bedroom in contrast to the heat from the bathroom is welcoming. Music is still playing and as you begin to towel dry yourself, you find yourself humming and swaying along to the music. The instinct to look at Roman’s house kicks in and part of you is slightly saddened by the lack of lights, but it has been a match day after all and after a win, you expect he’s no doubt celebrating.

A pout forms on your mouth at the missed opportunity for him to see you in such a state of undress once more but you quickly squash the thought, not wanting to dwell on the thought too much. You head over to the window, adjust the blinds to give you some privacy even though he’s not there, hang up the towel and make your way downstairs for a drink; wishing now that you’d brought one up prior to getting in the shower.

By the time you’re back in the bedroom, everything you need to do tomorrow at work is racing through your mind. There’s several team meetings and a few emails that need to be chased up and temptation brews at the thought of opening up the work laptop and checking to see if the replies needed have hit your inbox yet, when movement catches your eye out of the window.

Roman’s in the middle of his room with a blonde haired woman in his grasp. She has her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her while his hands are on her ass as they kiss. You watch the way he grabs at her, needing as much of her flesh in his hands as possible. The pure need that is poured into the kiss can be felt even from the distance that you stand and it’s not until this second that you realise you’re still standing naked, at the window, watching as they begin.

Surely he’ll realise and either pull his own blinds or close the curtains?

Surely he wouldn’t want you to watch this?

Pulling your gaze away from the live show, you pull on an oversized shirt and some shorts and plonk yourself down onto the bed, reaching across to where you’d placed your work laptop bag and retrieve the device before loading it up, hoping that this will provide the much needed distraction from what is happening across from you. You watch as the logo and loading screen appears, impatiently drumming your fingers over the pad as you wait.

Your fingers work faster than your patience and in defeat, you turn your face slightly towards the window in a not so subtle way and run your fingers through your hair. You try to fixate your gaze on somewhere that isn’t your window until you can work it so there’s a natural movement and you happen to look over at his window and find yourself locking eyes with Roman. She’s kissing his neck, his shirt is now off and she’s moving towards his collarbones and his chest. Your stomach drops and your jaw clenches with fiery jealousy.

You knew you shouldn’t have looked. You should have snapped your blinds fully closed, given them the privacy they deserved and you should have minded your own business. This green eyed monster had no right to rear its ugly head. Roman was never yours to play with and what happened between the two of you didn’t give the two of you an exclusiveness.

Your vision clears of its jealous haze and you hit the email icon, only to find yourself more frustrated when nothing there is able to hold your attention. You’d hoped with you finishing slightly early that the recipient would have responded but instead, you’re left staring at several new emails but none from who you wanted.

Who you wanted. You almost scoff at the thought as you lock your laptop again and stuff it back into the bag without shutting it off. The person you want is across the way no doubt getting his dick sucked right now. You make the mistake of looking back over there as you straighten up but before you have time to look away again, it’s too late. You’ve locked eyes once more and though you hate to break eye contact first, you do. She’s on her knees and tugging his boxers down, your eyes lower further, watching as his cock springs free. The curve of his lips tells you he knows that your pussy is clenching right now and you’re unable to stop the groan from sounding, no matter how hard you bite down on your tongue to stop yourself.

Jealousy spirals again as you think, I hate her. You hate the hand that reaches up to grip as many inches as she can fit within her grasp. You hate the shit eating grin she has on her face as she turns her head to look up at him while her tongue slips from her lips and runs along the head of it. You hate the way his eyes drop to hers as he smiles, hand already reaching for the back of her head and guides his dick into her waiting mouth like you wish he’d do with you.

You don’t need to look back up at his face to know that his attention is on you now rather than her, but you can’t stop staring at the sight of his dick sliding in and out of her mouth, the way her fingers, her fingers not even her fucking hand, simply holds the base of his length in such an innocent pose that you want to scoff.

Jealousy is screaming for you to pull her head from him and show her how to give a real blow job. You want to show her how the fuck you tease a man like Roman Burki. How to make him whimper and beg you to just suck him and quit fucking playing with it.

He grabs her by her hair and moves her head at the pace that he wants, the whole time his eyes are on your face. It takes everything within you to finally drag your gaze from him fucking her mouth and stare back at him unapologetically. You watch as his eyelids flicker closed as she now takes him the way that he wants to be taken. He bites his lip and even though the sounds can’t possibly reach you from between the glass windows and the distance between you both, you still know how he’d sound. It all stems from that single, deep throaty groan that I heard once.

That noise that you heard once but replay it over and over when alone and in the mood; the pads of your fingers rubbing against your clit while thinking about him. You’ve thought long and hard about what it must be like to fuck someone like Roman or be fucked by him. How it would feel to have his face buried in your cunt and taking every last drop that you have to give him. You’ve thought of that very noise as you’d cry out, orgasm ripping throughout your body, wracking your senses until your legs are tensing, your toes are curling and all you can do is lay there with a distorted vision, a ringing in your ears and no voice while the image of him giving you that orgasm still lingers.

No, you conclude, she doesn’t deserve her lips around his thick cock. She doesn’t deserve his hand on the back of her head as he uses her mouth as a makeshift pussy. His expression changes depending on the speed of his hips as he thrusts himself deeper into her mouth.

From the way he’s thrusting and the way that he bites his lip, it’s clear now that he’s close. It should disgust you to know that he’s using someone’s mouth to masturbate with while he watches you but instead, your pussy soaks your shorts, you can smell your own wetness as you feel a strange sense of power over him. He’s picturing she’s you. He’s picturing her mouth is your mouth. Her throat is yours as he slides into it.

Hell, you can almost feel him in your own throat just watching them. Both of Roman’s hands are in her hair. She grips his waist and allows him to just take full control. She’s no doubt looking up at him now with spit dripping down her chin and over her tits. Your clit throbs now, begging to be touched and your walls contract pathetically around nothing, wishing your pussy was filled by him.

Your fingers grip the bed sheets as you continue to watch them until he finally looks down at her. A slow, stomach flipping smile eases its way onto his face and you know he’s emptied himself inside of her mouth. His shoulders rise and fall with his heavy breathing, his arms tense and his muscles flex as he tries to control his breathing in a post orgasm haze.

No longer wanting to watch him no doubt repay the favour before eventually fucking her, you begin to look away when Roman’s head lifts and his eyes meet yours once more as he pulls himself from her lips as she sinks back on the heels of her feet.

And he gives you that smirk.

Fucking prick.

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[footballxixstars]

Day 2 ~ Roman Burki

Making Christmas Decorations

Countdown to Christmas 2020

Christmas is coming up and one of the best things to do is make decorations and it also keeps the kids quiet and busy. For a little while at least. There’s a bunch of things that can be used to make Christmas decorations and there are a lot of things that you have in the house that you can use. It would be better to use it to make decorations than just throw it all out. Children are very creative as well so that helps to keep their mind active as well. You’ve also found that there is something special about having decorations in the house which were done by your children. Even if they aren’t very good it’s still special and something to look back on when they get older. You've googled some things to do and got it up on the computer with instructions so you can easily help when one of your children asks for help. Hopefully, with the pictures, Mila should be able to or attempt to follow it with no help. She’s independent and enjoys doing things by herself so that would be good for her.

“What are my favourite girls up to?” Roman asked, walking into the dining room. He had just got in from his short training day and wanted to spend the rest of the day with his family. Roman was a little taken back by how nobody came over to him when he walked in or even bothered to look up at him. That was a first. He quickly brushed it off though when he saw them.

“Making Christmas decorations,” Mila said, not looking up from what she was doing. She was concentrating hard on what she was doing. It had to be right and nobody could interrupt her whilst she was doing it or else it could go wrong and then there would probably be hell to pay. Mila was the perfectionist and everything she did had to be perfect and correct. That also explains to Roman why neither of them ran over to him when he walked through the front door like they usually do. They were too busy decorating to pay any attention to Roman and in their own little worlds doing it. Roman did give them both a quick kiss on their foreheads when he walked into the room.

“Look,” Elena said, finally paying attention to her dad and she also picked up what she was in the middle of making. Roman had no idea what he was being shown but pretended to be amazed by it like it was the best thing that he’s ever seen. Every single time they make something he acts like it’s the best thing in the world not wanting to break their hearts and they are trying at least. He turned to you raising an eyebrow towards you silently asking what it was meant to be. You just shrugged your shoulders in return not actually knowing yourself what it was meant to be. She was meant to be making a Christmas tree with the lollipop sticks and then add some puffballs and foam stickers to it to make it look even more like a Christmas tree. It looked nothing like what it did in the pictures. Maybe you should’ve helped her but Elena was certain she could do it all by herself like her big sister. Everything Mila could do Elena wanted to no matter their age difference.

“Hey,” You said, making your way over to Roman once you had finally finished what you were doing elsewhere.

“Hey. This is what you've been doing all day?” Roman said placing a quick kiss on your lips before turning back to watch your children.

“More or less,” You replied, watching as your children continued to colour in and glue things together.

“Can you help them with this whilst I go and make something else for them to do later please?” You asked Roman. You wanted to make some salt dough so they could make decorations out of that but they couldn’t help make it and you needed someone to watch them with the scissors and help them if they get stuck.

“Yeah I don’t know what I’m doing but I’ll try,” Roman said to you while taking a seat in the middle of both Mila and Elena so he could help both of them easily if any of them needed help.

“The instructions are on the computer screen so just follow that,” You said to him. It’s not like you had any idea how to do it but it’s easy enough to follow instructions especially when there are also pictures. If Mila could do it then Roman could too. You hope anyway you don’t know with Roman.

You moved into the kitchen and started to make the salt dough recipe. You did keep an ear out though to listen to your children and Roman to make sure that they were all okay. You never mean to knowing that you can trust Roman wholeheartedly with them but it's a force of habit when Roman’s not there. You need to listen out in case anything does happen when you’re not in the room with them. If something does happen you want to be there as quick as possible so you have to listen out normally. You tried to stop and focus on the music instead and make the salt dough and it worked. You found yourself humming along to the music instead of listening into the next room. Once you had cut out the different Christmas shapes and made a hole in the top of them so you could put ribbon through them later you put them on the baking tray before putting them in the oven. You set a timer on your phone so you would remember to take them out later.

Walking back into the other room you saw Roman helping Elena do something and Mila still concentrating on what she was doing beforehand. You made your way over to Roman and sat on his lap and he adjusted himself so you could whilst he continued to help Elena. Once he had finished helping Elena he wrapped his arms around you and cuddled into your back. The two of you stayed like that content with the silence and watching your children do what they were doing. Occasionally you would whisper something to each other or talk to your children but you were mainly in silence listening to the music which was playing in the background. It was nice just relaxing in Roman’s arms and just watching your children. Something that you don’t get to do often because of your busy schedules. Eventually, when your timer went off, you had to move to go and get the things out of the oven so they could cool down before Mila and Elena decorate them.

“Here are some more things to decorate,” You said, placing the tray with the different shapes of the salt dough things on the table. Roman was the first one to grab one of the things and start to decorate it. Guessing he was wanting to make decorations too. If he was doing one you might as well so you sat on the seat at the table as well. He grabbed a Christmas tree, Mila then grabbed a snowman, Elena grabbed a snowflake and then you grabbed a Christmas stocking. There were a bunch more for them to decorate but those were the first ones that you grabbed. You had opened the paint and glitter ready for them to decorate and you instantly knew that there was going to be a big mess involved. If there’s glitter involved there is always going to be a mess since it’s a messy thing to use and with two kids it’s only guaranteed that there will be a mess. A glittery mess.

“No Elena don’t eat that,” You said as she went to put the salt dough in her mouth thinking it was a biscuit. Elena looked at you a little bit upset before grabbing things to decorate it, completely forgetting about wanting to eat it. Her hands went straight for the glitter, not even bothering to try to grab the paint to paint it first or the glue so the glitter would stick. Roman stuck his hand out trying to grab the glitter before Elena could tip it everywhere but he was too late and she tipped it all over the table. You tried to hold back a laugh knowing that would only spur Elena on and she would want to do it again if you laughed. You managed to hold it back and tell her off before trying to clean up most of the glitter and put it back in the tube so it can actually be used for its purposes. Luckily she didn’t do it again and actually started to decorate the snowflake in any random colour. Whilst Mila made sure to use the correct colours and decorate it like a snowman should look like Elena just threw everything onto hers not caring what it looked like. As long as it was sparkly she would be happy.

Once both of your children were engaged in decorating you and Roman began to decorate your own since they didn’t need your attention for a little bit. When both you and Roman were too focused on decorating, well you were putting the ribbon through their decorations so they could put it up, you didn’t notice Mila and Elena both getting up off of their seats with glitter held firmly in their hands. Both half pots full. Most of the salt dough things were decorated so it didn’t matter about the glitter really. You or Roman could buy more another time and someone was bound to get them glitter for Christmas considering how much they love it. Mila snuck up behind Roman and she told Elena to go behind you and at the same time, they both poured the glitter over yours and Romans head. You let out a shriek at the feeling of glitter falling down your head and instinctively shook it to get as much of it as you could off of your hair. Roman also jumped back running his hand over his hair to get it out although it was getting stuck on his hand. Neither of you knew what just happened but Mila and Elena had already moved away laughing.

“Our dining room is a mess. Full of glitter. I’m going to be picking glitter out of my hair for weeks,” Roman complained, shaking his head as more glitter fell from his hair. It was going to be falling for days even if he had a shower. It was going to be stuck there and it was going to be stuck in your hair too.

“At least we’ve got Christmas decorations,” Mila said holding up a couple of her things that she had made during the day. Elena looked at what Mila was doing and had to copy her so held up a couple of things that she had made. You had to laugh at them. They were both covered head to toe in glitter from the amount they had used on their decorations.

“Yeah, do you want to go put them up,” You encouraged. The two of them nodded enthusiastically and picked up everything that they had made during the day before running through the house towards the Christmas tree.

“They're going to get glitter all over the house,” Roman groaned. He didn’t mind the mess that kids make but when it involves glitter he hates it because it gets everywhere and it’s difficult to get rid of. You’d all be finding glitter over everything for weeks. He’d probably turn up to training with his kit covered in glitter. Stop people from scoring because they would be too fascinated by his glittery kit. You laughed before following your children towards the Christmas tree so they could put everything on it. Instantly the tree looked better well in your opinion anyway but you’re probably a little biased. They had only put on a couple of things and it looked better. You could only imagine what it would look like when it all goes on next to things you and Roman made as Children that were given to you by both of your parents at various times.

“I hate glitter,” You heard Roman grumble when he stood next to you watching your daughters. Maybe you should find some glitter wrapping paper to wrap his presents in you thought as your daughters continued to put more decorations up. They made a lot. Glitter wrapping paper would be perfect for someone who hates glitter you smirked. You saw Roman give you a look but you just smiled at him and he smiled back. Definitely glitter wrapping paper.

MASTERLIST | MORE BURKI

[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.

[macybeckham7]

You play Harley Quinn and he goes to the premier with you and speaks so highly of you and everyone gushes how he looks at you

He is being the complete gentleman as you arrive at the premier, helping you walk in your heels and making your sure your dress is alright while you walk up the stairs and when you are posing for photos. He wraps his arms around your waist as you pose for some photos, and keeps you safe when some of the media want to talk you but you don’t want to.

He is in complete awe of you as he watches as you interact with your costars, you do an interview which everyone can hear, he instantly becoming defended as the host introduces you.

He gets called over for an interview with This Morning and they instantly ask what has it been like living with you while you get into Harley Quinn mode.

‘She’s been practising the accent a lot, it’s like I’ve been living with Harley rather than YN for a little while’ he jokes as he looks up at the screen where you are smiling talking to host. ‘She’s put so much into this character and she’s had so much fun filming, Harley is a great character and YN has put her spin into playing her. I can’t speak any more highly of her but everyone will be in love with her after watching the movie’ he gushes.

‘Harley is very in love with the Joker, would you say Yn is the same with you?’

He laughs as he switches feet. ‘I think I’m Harley and she’s Mr J. For me wherever she is I’ll go, I’d do anything for her, she’s an amazing lady’ he beams.

Everyone instantly gushing about how much he is in love with you, everyone captioning a photo of the two of you with the ‘I want a guy who looks at me like he’s looking at her’ while everyone is gushing over what he said about you in the interview.

[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.”

[hellofutbol]

What Started in Ibiza Chapter Six

Rhea woke up the following morning with a smile on her face. Glancing over at the clock in the room, she noticed that it was almost eleven in the morning. She had slept a long time after her conversation with Roman. Recalling that conversation that had happened out on the balcony the previous night, she couldn’t help but feel elated. He had asked her to accompany him to a party tonight and she couldn’t help but be excited for it. Honestly speaking, parties weren’t really Rhea’s scene. She much preferred staying at home curled up with a nice book and a cup of hot cocoa, however, she was still happy that Roman had asked her.

Climbing out of bed, Rhea walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day. There was a slight bounce in her step.

Having taken a shower and put on a black tunic dress she stepped out of the bathroom wiping her hair. She could hear the sound of her phone going off on the nightstand next to the bed. Walking over to the ringing device, she picked it up and answered without looking to see who it was that was calling her.

“Hello,” Even her voice seemed cheerful this morning. When she heard who it was that was on the other side of the line, however, that cheer diminished slightly and the smile that had seemed permanently etched on her face since this morning all but disappeared.

“Hey, Rhea. It’s me Becca.”

Rebecca didn’t need to identify herself. Rhea would recognize her best friend’s voice anywhere. Hearing Becca’s voice over the phone, Rhea remembered the not so positive aspect of the following day. She had been so caught up in what had happened with Roman the previous evening, she had almost forgotten about the fight between Rebecca and herself. Recalling it now, she couldn’t help but be worried about her friend. Something seemed off with her voice.

“Becca, is everything okay? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

The rapid series of question sprung forth from Rhea’s mouth. She probably would have continued if it weren’t for the fact that she heard a small sniffle on the other side of the line. As soon as she heard that she shut up. It was obvious that something big had happened since the last time that she had last spoken to Becca the previous morning.

“I-I’m…I don’t think that I can do this over the phone. I’m so sorry Rhea. Do you think we can meet? I need to talk to you.” Becca’s voice cracked as she spoke. It would have been obvious to anyone that she had been crying. Hearing one of her best friends like that, Rhea’s heart broke.

“Do you want me to come over right now? I can.” She quickly agreed to meet Rebecca.

Rebecca didn’t answer right away. There was silence for just a few seconds before she finally spoke up through the phone.

“Could you? That would be so great.”

Agreeing to meet her friend at her hotel room, Rhea quickly turned off her phone and making sure she had her wallet in her purse, she headed out.

It didn’t take her long to arrive in front of the room that Sim and Becca were sharing. Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to open the door. Within a few seconds, she saw her friend Becca. Right away, Rhea could tell that there was something wrong with her friend. Her eyes were red rimmed and she had tear tracks on her cheeks. It would be obvious to anyone looking at her that Rebecca had been crying.

Without saying anything Rhea pulled one of her oldest friends into a hug. They might have just had a fight the day before, but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered at the moment was her friend. When Rebecca was in Rhea’s arms, she broke down crying and clutching onto her friend.

Rhea gently maneuvered her and her friend into the room, closing the door behind them, all the while trying not to disturb her friend. Sitting her friend down on the bed in the room, she allowed Rebecca to cry because sometimes crying helped a person relieve the turmoil within themselves. She would ask about what was going on later.

“I-I-I I’m so s-sorry. Y-You w-were r-right. I-I-I should have l-listened to you. J-Julian. H-He cheated on me.” Getting out that final sentence caused more tears to well up in Rebecca’s eyes.

Rhea tightened her hold on her friend, wishing that by doing so, she could take away some of her pain.

“Shh, It’s going to be alright. I know it hurts right now, but I promise you, it is going to be alright. This pain will eventually go away.”

Rhea didn’t know what else to say. Seeing her friend like this, she felt helpless. She wanted to help her friend but she didn’t know what to do. She stayed with Rebecca, by her side, allowing her to let her emotions out. Somewhere along the way, Rebecca had moved from her sitting position to a laying one. Her head was laid on Rhea’s legs while Rhea played with her hair, trying to comfort her. Eventually, however, Becca fell asleep, all of the crying having worn her out.

Rhea sat there in the bed as her friend slept. She felt bad for Rebecca. Mentally, she cursed Julian for all the pain that he was putting her friend through. If only he was in front of her right now. She would tell him exactly what she thought of him and then kick him where the sun don’t shine. She had always been protective of her friends and anytime someone messed with them, they would have to deal with her. Rhea might be demure by nature but she could be ferocious if someone she loved was hurt.

She was lost in her thought so she didn’t realize that the door to the room had opened and someone had slipped into the room. In fact, it wasn’t until she heard her name being called out that she realized that her and Becca weren’t the only two in the room anymore.

“When did you get here?” Sim asked the question as she was setting down plastic bags on the table.

Looking over at the clock, Rhea realized that it was now almost one o’clock. It had been almost an hour since she got here.

“Rebecca called. She sounded broken up so I came over here. What did you get?” By now Sim had opened up the bag and was pulling out containers of food. And setting them up on the table.

“I went to go get us all lunch. I was going to take Rebecca with me but she hasn’t really wanted to leave the room at all this morning.” There was a pause before Sim continued speaking. “This is shaping up to be some trip, huh? I mean, I knew something bad was going to happen when Julian showed up but I didn’t think it would be this. She’s been crying non-stop since she saw Julian with some blonde girl this morning. She went to go surprise him when she saw the two of them together. I swear, if I ever get my hands on that twerp, I’m going to kill him. First, I’ll castrate him and then I’ll kill him.”

Rhea couldn’t help but smile at the castration comment. She knew that Sim was being serious, for a small girl Sim could seriously pack a punch, but even so she found the idea funny. Looking back down at her sleeping friend in her lap, the smile quickly vanished from Rhea’s face. Even in her sleep, she could tell, Rebecca seemed disturbed. Rhea wished there was something she could do.

“Has Becca eaten anything since last night?” Her eyes remained on her friend even if the question that she asked was directed to Sim.

“No. She was upset about the fight she had with you and then she found out about Julian and that killed any of her appetite this morning. I did bring her food though. In fact, you probably haven’t eaten either, so you should get some as well.”

Rhea nodded. She knew that she should probably wake her friend up to eat something but she didn’t want to disturb her sleep. Deciding to wait until Rebecca naturally woke up, Rhea slightly shifted her friends head up and then slid out from under her. Replacing where her legs had been with a pillow, she drew a blanket over her sleeping friend and moved closer to where Sim was sitting now eating her food. Sitting down on another chair at the table, Rhea grabbed a plate for herself.

The two of them ate in relative silence for a while before Sim finally spoke up. “You know, I really wish that Julian was standing in front of me right now. If he was, I would slap him.”

Rhea couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at her friend’s words. “What good would that do? I mean, it’s not like that’s going to help Becca at all.”

Sim had a thoughtful look on her face. She looked like she was thinking about Rhea’s words. After a while, she finally nodded. “I guess you’re right. I do have an idea for helping her feel better though. There’s a rock concert going on tonight. You know how much Becca loves rock. I was thinking that the three of us could go and it would help, maybe, get her mind off the jerk.”

It was a good idea. And it was true, Becca did love rock. If there was anything that could help her friend get her mind off her cheating boyfriend, it would be music.

Rhea was just about to agree to Sim’s idea when she recalled that she had told Roman last night that she would go with him to a party tonight. Biting her lip, she didn’t know what to say. The selfish part of her really wanted to go with Roman but looking at her friend sleeping with dried tear tracks on her face, she knew that she couldn’t leave Sim alone to deal with Becca. It wouldn’t be fair. Rhea didn’t know what to do.

“Rhea, is everything okay?” Sim was studying her best friend’s face. She could tell that something was wrong.

“Everything’s good.” Rhea’s voice slightly cracked as she spoke those words.

Sim sighed. Her friend was horrible at lying to her. She knew that there was something wrong with Rhea. She just wasn’t being honest about it. “Okay, now trying being honest.”

Rhea knew that she couldn’t lie to her best friend. She had never, in her life, been able to lie to Becca or Sim. With a sigh, she found herself telling her friend everything that had happened with Roman since they had arrived in Ibiza. Sim listened, not saying anything. She allowed Rhea to speak. It was only after Rhea told her about how she had told Roman that she would go to a party with him that Sim spoke.

“You should go. I can handle Becca.” Rhea looked in her friend’s face for any sign that she was just saying what she thought Rhea wanted to hear, but Sim seemed genuine.

Even so, Rhea couldn’t help but feel guilty. “I know that you can probably handle her, but it doesn’t seem right. Becca’s going through a lot right now and I don’t want to just leave her in the middle of it. I should be there for her. Besides, I just met Roman and I’ve known you guys for years. I can’t just leave you guys like this. Your some of the most important people in my life. Also, what happened to ‘besties before testes.’ I can’t go around breaking girl code.”

This time it was Sim’s turn to laugh at Rhea’s words. “Oh, please. If I had someone as sexy as Roman Burki wanting to take me out on a date, I would so leave the two of you in the dust.”

Rhea couldn’t help but shake her head at the overdramatic expression on her friends face. “It’s not a date. He just needs someone to go to the party with and so he asked me.”

She wouldn’t admit it to her friend but she wanted it to be a date. The last time she had gone out with a boy was in high school and that date couldn’t really even have been considered a date because it was to a school event. The night had gone well, even if they guy had been kind of a jerk the whole time, and he had dropped her off back home. The following day, he had asked out another girl that had been in Rhea’s math class.

“That’s called a date Rhea. Anyway, I think you should go.” Seeing the hesitant look on Rhea’s face, Sim continued. “You have to go.”

Rhea was just about to say something else, when a voice spoke up from behind them. It was Becca, who it seemed had woken up sometime during their conversation.

“You should go.”

A/N: I haven’t updated in a really long time. I’m really sorry about that. I’ve become really busy with work and school. I’ll try to post more often. I hope you guys like this chapter. I know that Roman doesn’t appear in this chapter but I promise that he will in the next one. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. 

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Summer Nights and City Lights.

Word count: 2084 A/N: I’m back with this nonsense of me writing stuff. It's been a while. English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Hope you like it, read it as an anyone’d like. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

She’s stuck at work, she’s not as lucky as his boyfriend so she couldn’t enjoy her vacation with him yet. He was in the USA right now with his friends, he said that he could wait until she had her holidays but she encouraged him to go and have fun with his friends instead. He deserved it, he had a tough end of the season and she was sure that he’d thank her later for pushing him to do it even tho he was against it at first.

She’s looking at the last picture he has sent her, he’s smiling at the camera shirtless probably while tanning or enjoying some time on the pool. She can’t believe that the man in the photo is indeed her boyfriend, she’s so lucky that sometimes she feels like she’s dreaming. She melts when she sees the freckles on his face, she loved them it was one of her favourite feature about him she adores them. She texts him back saying that he’s looking handsome and that she misses him. She should be focusing on the screen in front of her instead of daydreaming about his boyfriend but no one could blame her for doing so. She spends the rest of her day doing exactly that, daydreaming about him and trying to work in the middle of it.

Going back home to an empty house was the hardest part about him being away, she deals more or less fine when it’s during the season because he’s back in three days top, but he was gonna be away for two weeks, she’s glad he has left tons of t-shirt to wear at home while he’s away. She meditates opening a bottle of white wine while she watches yet another documentary about serial killers, her favourites, but drinking alone wasn’t as satisfying as it was drinking with him while they argue about what they were watching, after months of being with her he ended up liking those kinds of documentaries as well. If you can’t beat your enemy join them…right?

Staring at the fridge while debating whether to go for the healthier snack or let her emotions choose the snack was her newest hobby. Because hummus with crudités was amazing but cheez-it were even more amazing. She was lost in her own debate when the front door opened and for a second she thought she was going paranoid for all the serial killer's documentaries she has watched during her life but she’d bet her life on it, she heard the front door opening. She was about to handle a knife when she saw him and her jaw dropped to the floor. “What are you doing here?! I thought you were some kind of serial killer! God, you almost gave me a heart attack” He burst into laughter walking towards her with his arms open for her to bury into them and that’s exactly what she did after slapping him in the chest for scaring her like that.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to watch all those serial killer documentaries alone.” He kisses the top of her head as he feels her hands on his back holding him tight “Someone would say that you missed me, love.” She looks up at him and she’s yet again weak in the knees just by looking at him, it should be illegal to be that cute. “I missed you like crazy, but you were supposed to come home in four days…why are you here? Not that I’m against the idea of having you back early but I thought you were having fun with the lads.” He cups her face looking at her, he missed that face like crazy and just by looking at her he knows that he made the right choice. He was supposed to be with her, and his friends were the ones that encouraged him to come back if he was missing her, one week and a half were more than they expected him to be apart from her, they bet on it indeed. “It was fun, I had a great time but I simply felt like my place was here. I had a great time with the lads but I needed to be back home with you, that’s all.”

When they first met she thought he was cute but once they started dating he was even cuter than she thought. No one has ever looked at her the way he did and still does, she still gets goosebumps every time he whispers “I love you” before going to bed or in the early hours of their mornings, the butterflies never left her stomach whenever he was around. She couldn’t picture herself with any other man but him, she wanted him to be her last. She strokes his hair, a little lighter thanks to the Los Angeles sun while she admires his freckles. “I missed you so much, I’m glad you’re back home.” She snuggles against his chest while he lost both of his hands under his t-shirt caressing her back. “I missed you more, believe me.” He kisses her lips leaning on the kitchen counter, he breaks the kiss only to breathe again “Why don’t we open a bottle of wine, and see one of those documentaries that you love?” She claps excited for his plan and he laughs looking at her in awe, he has the most incredible girl he could ever ask for. He grabs the bottle of wine as she grabs the glasses and both walk towards their living room snuggling against each other, his hand stroking her hair as she rests on his chest. Home sweet home.

He wakes her up with kisses along her neck, collarbones, shoulder, and jaw. He takes his time waiting for her to be fully awake, he has missed her sleepy face every morning while being away, she stirs a little stretching her arms to end up tangling them around his neck hugging him. “Good morning beautiful, as much as I’d love to have a slow morning with you, you need to get out of bed. We’re leaving.” She opens her eyes widely looking at him with a frown. “We are leaving where? I’m not in the mood for having breakfast out, to be honest, I’d rather have it here.” She pouts waiting for him to give up but she doesn’t know what he has in mind for her. “We’re leaving at the airport, your luggage is downstairs perfectly packed so you just have to get ready.” She sits immediately as soon as those words leave his mouth, he has to be messing with her right now, he couldn’t, right? “Please, tell me that you’re kidding.” “I’m not, we should be at the airport in one hour to get out of the bed and get ready before we miss our flight.” In one of their first dates, he asked where she’d get lost if she had the chance and she chose Mykonos so that’s where he’s flying them.

She hasn’t stopped smiling since they arrived at the airport, she has always been the one that gives everyone surprises but she can’t remember the last time that someone surprised her, that person not being him of course. Because he loved seeing her face lights up just like right now, he could live for moments like this. She’s walking with her hand entertained with his, both looking in awe at the views in front of their eyes. She heard that sunsets in Mykonos were something else but she couldn’t imagine how beautiful and mind-blowing they’d be, it’s better than she expected them to be. Her head rests against his shoulder as they stare at the sunset, his hand on her thigh stroking it slowly as he turns his head to look at her, in a room full of art he’d still look at her.

“I’ve never been happier, thanks for all of this and all you do for me.” She confesses as she intertwined her hand with the one he has on her knee at the moment. “You don’t even need to say it.” He kisses her temple resting his lips there, lingering the moment between them “I’d do anything for you, you needed a break too. You’ve been there through the whole season for me and hasn’t been an easy one.” For her being there for him when things went rough wasn’t anything to point out, when she decided to date him she knew that things could happen and the least she could do for him was being there for him through thick and thin. That was love after all. “I’ll do it a thousand times again because that’s what love’s about. And I know you’d do the same. I mean you booked a weekend for us in Mykonos because you thought I deserved a break!” She scratches the back of his neck poking his cheek with her finger. “I love you” He smiles warmly at her before leaning to kiss her holding her tight against his chest not wanting to let her go. “I love you.” He laughs because finally, he won. Since they started dating there was a battle going on between who said “I love you” and “I love you more” both arguing about who loved more between them and finally she decided to let go.

They’re walking back home, she’s walking with her arms around him while they talk about nonsense, she loved that she could talk about everything with him from work stuff to why veterinarians aren’t called dogtors. He let her be herself since day one, she never had the feeling of having to fake when she was with him. The lights that decorated their private pool were on making the whole scene even more beautiful, she was seated on the curb of the pool, his feet moving the water enjoying the feeling of the water against her skin. She takes a sip of the glass of wine on her side and decided to finally entering the pool completely resting her arms on the curb admiring the views of the city lights at night, Mykonos was breathtaking no matter if it was sunrise, sunset or night.

She feels two arms holding her waist tight and then a kiss on her bare shoulder, she smiles putting her hand over his intertwining their fingers, she throws her head back leaning it on his shoulder. He kisses her cheek before resting his chin on her neck. “These views are amazing and yet you’re still my favourite thing to look at.” Luckily for her, he’s holding her, otherwise, she’d drown. He can make her melt within seconds with just a few words and it’s not even fair, the worst thing is that she’d never get used to that. “Tell me once again what I did to deserve someone like you, please.” She looks up at him in awe, and because of that, she lost the moment when he placed the velvet box perfectly open in front of her. He bought it months ago but he never found the perfect moment to pop the question during the season and while he was away with his friends he planned the perfect proposal for her and finally felt like the perfect moment to do it.

It was all about them now, not her work, not his football simply, they were finally alone with nothing to think about but them. He wanted her to remember everything about this day, he wanted to make her feel at least one per cent of how she makes him feel. She was the best thing in his life, she was the only one for him, he wants to spend the rest of his life by her side and he wants her as the mother of his children. He has never had anything more clear in his whole life, he wanted her no matter what, it was her or no one. “You tell me” He whispers holding her with one arm while he rests the other on the curb of the pool making her look at his movement, her eyes instantly locking on the velvet box in front of her as she covers her mouth with her hands “Can I say now that I love you more?” He wipes the tears that stream down her face, he said that he’d do anything to never see her cry but this is the only time he’s happy to see her tears.