#roman burki one shot

[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]

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.

[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.”

[xratedffbarbiex]

Getting Handsy.

Day 12 of the NSFW smut writing challenge. Words: 1052 Player: Roman Burki. Warnings: use of fingers. Request?:  N/A

Roman is bored and she’s at work. She never has her phone on her as it’s in her locker so he can’t even text her. He’s done everything he can think of to try and distract himself. He’s logged into his gaming console but no one is online, he’s rearranged the books and DVDs into genre and also chronological order per genre. He’s listened to old albums and though he’ll never admit it to anyone, he’s also worked out the dance routines for them too.

He’s cleaned the whole house and fallen victim to the shopping channels. He now has a steam mop, a new bedding set, a 10 piece kitchen knife set and a breakfast grill coming in 7-10 business days. He’s gone for a run and showered after. He’s gone out and bought more food just to cook a dinner that he’s never even made before. He’s made a dessert which he hopes tastes better than it looks once all together, but it didn’t stop him eating each of the components separately. He loved it all but thinks the flavours might be a bit much for her.

And now he’s bored again. He lays on the sofa, his shoulders and head resting on the floor while the rest of him remains on the couch. His headphones are in and he’s attempting to learn a new language and so because of this, he doesn’t hear her come in. He doesn’t hear her call out or see her enter the room. She takes her phone out and snaps a quick picture of him in his awkward position and records him like this, occasionally babbling a different language.

Leaning forward, she tickles his feet. The action takes him by surprise and has him buckling over himself, crumpling onto the floor and yanking his headphones out as he pops back up. “You terrified me.” He pants, his hand on his heart with his eyes wide. “And your response was awfully dignified. What are you doing?” “Nothing.” He answers quickly, hoping she hadn’t heard him. “It looks tidier in here.” She comments and he beams. “Really, you think so?” “Uh huh. And is that dinner I smell?” She pulls an impressed face and turns to walk to the kitchen. “You have been busy. What’s the occasion?” she narrows her eyes and eyeballs him suspiciously. “Does there have to be a reason?” “To get you to clean the house like this and cook dinner willingly? You haven’t done this since we started dating. Yes, there has to be a reason.” “I missed you.” “You clean because you miss me?” “And you clean because you’re pissed at me. Do you see the pattern here?” “I’m getting a shower,” she raises her eyebrow and stalks away from him. He had a point, she always did her best cleaning when she was angry scrubbing or hoovering. She jokes it’s why he pisses her off so often.

Stripping from her clothes in the bedroom, she walks naked into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Not even minutes later she hears the glass door open and feels Roman pressed against her back. “I wasn’t joking when I said I missed you,” he takes the shower puff from her and begins to run it over her torso. “So much so that you just had to join me in here huh?” She leans her head back against his chest and closes her eyes. “I thought it would be a good place to start.” He runs it over her boobs, down over her stomach and hips before dropping it to the floor. One arm snakes over her waist while his other hand nudges her thighs open.

She reaches forward and places her hand against the shower wall, readying herself for what he has planned. She’s wet, of course she is, but she’s not aroused yet and Roman knows that the second his finger pushes between her folds. He kisses her neck and shoulder as his fingers move over her clit, rubbing small circles before dipping back down her slit and slipping inside of her. He keeps doing this, switching from stroking her until her legs tremble and he’s able to thrust his digits in and out of her.

She pushes against the wall, forcing herself into Roman’s chest as his fingers continue to work inside of her and she mewls. “That’s better. We’re finally getting somewhere.” He’s semi hard against her, she can feel him twitching as blood rushes there. He mouths her skin as his hand works her core, his thumb brushes over her clit and she whimpers at the contact. She moves ever so slightly, her legs opening further as she pushes her ass into his crotch. “No princess, I’m not taking you in here. I’ll give you what you want in bed but only if you give me at least one orgasm now.”

The heat from the shower helps to heighten everything, it makes her feel a little dizzy with the surge of emotions that rushes through her. She can feel her legs shaking, her breathing changes when his thumb begins to circle her as his fingers slow to a pace that he knows she loves. He mutters dirty things to her, telling her what he’s going to do to her the second she’s on that bed. He’s fully hard now behind her, nuzzling between her butt cheeks and pressing into her lower back and fuck, does she want him.

She closes her mind off to everything else, fully embracing what he’s doing to her. The words he says against her skin, the gentle nip of his teeth and the soothe of his tongue. She feels his facial hair prickle against her skin, his fingers curling inside of her and the soft pad of his thumb relentlessly stroking her into a frenzy. It all comes together quickly, the grip on her waist increases as he helps to keep her on her feet as she claws at the wall while her orgasm drips from her. “I love feeling you cum around my fingers. Not as satisfying as around my cock but you’ll give me that soon enough.” Roman says. “Finish showering. You have two minutes before I’m back in here and you’ll be making it up to me for making me wait.”

[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,

[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.

[imagine-footballers]

Summer School - Roman Burki

a/n - this was inspired by @fcbarcelonababes father roman imagines, go check them out!! _____ “Summer school?!” Roman yelled. Long ago had his daughter been sent upstairs by her Mother so she could talk sense into Roman before he went mad. “Roman, it's not that big of a deal. It's only for math.” Adeline reasoned her husband. Roman normally kept his cool when it came to their daughter, Heidi, but as she got older he found himself becoming stricter with his daughter, only wanting the best for her. As she had approached her teenage years Roman found himself denying her the opportunity to go to parties, only to have his decision overruled by his wife. “She should've studied more instead of going out so much with her friends, and that boy.” Of course Roman was referring to Heidi's boyfriend: Markus. It wasn't that serious, they were only 16 after all. Markus was a nice enough young man, he was always polite and made Heidi laugh. Roman intimidated her boyfriend, not that it was hard to. Being over 6ft tall and muscled, covered in tattoos, was enough to intimidate any 16 year old boy. “Roman, don't say that. She worked so hard this year and you know maths isn't her strong point.” That was true, Heidi was much more into sport than she was into academics. Roman groaned, resting his head on the dining room table and running his fingers through his hair that was still wet from his after-training shower. Adeline walked behind her husband, wrapping her arms around him. “Go see her. You know she hates making you mad or disappointing you.” “She could never disappoint me.” “I know that Ro. But she thinks she has. All your talks about how unpredictable sport is and how she should have a back up plan has gone to her head.” The talks that Adeline was referring to was the numerous times Roman had warned his daughter about injuries ruining sports star careers and not having a back up plan, aka academics. Adeline pressed a kiss to Roman's temple, making him lift his head to softly kiss her cheek. She walked to the bottom of the stairs and called her daughters name. “Heidi! Can you come down here please.” Her call was met by the soft sound of Heidi running downstairs. She walked into the kitchen tentatively, peeking her head through the door. Roman ushered her towards him. He stood up, pulling his daughter close to his chest. “You know I'm not mad at you, right Heids?” He spoke into her hair, his massive hands rubbing her back. “I'm sorry. I know you want me to do something academic.” Heidi muffled into her father's chest. “No no no. Darling, I want you to do whatever makes you happiest. Whether that's football or dancing or writing or anything else your heart desires.” Roman spoke as his daughter looked up to look him in the eyes. He got no reply, simply a bone-crushing hug from Heidi. Adeline looked at her little family, her heart filling with pride and joy. She busied herself, not wanting to disrupt their little moment. “Babe, come here.” Roman spoke, using his arm that wasn't around his daughter to usher her over. She happily obliged and he wrapped an arm around her, softly pecking her lips. “Ewwwww.” Heidi groaned. This earned her a hip bump from her father. “Now you know how I feel when I see you swapping spit with Markus.” Roman spoke, earning him a slap on each bicep from Adeline and Heidi.

[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! 

[bumblebeereus]

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.

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player: roman burki words: 442 request: Roman  |  250 - 500  |  no pref   | “your hands are cold”   Change it as much as you’d like babes. Maybe roro and the girl he crushes on go on a date and they stay out longer than anticipated just talking and get cold but he has a hoodie or jacket and she doesn’t?

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Roman is trying his hardest to keep the silly, happy smile from permanently etching itself upon his face. He’d hoped she wouldn’t back out at the last minute, text him with a reason as to why she couldn’t come but the whole night, he’d felt it was a positive date and hoped she would feel the same.

Rather than Roman setting the tone of the date and taking “control” as such, he asked what she would like to do. He asked her for three options for date ideas and went with the one he liked the most. This way, he knew that it would be something she would enjoy. Roman didn’t mind cinema or restaurant kinda dates, but he did want something that was a little more personalised.

The warm autumn air that they’d set off in has now disappeared, leaving behind an icy nip that will no doubt leave a frost in its place tomorrow morning. When she gives a shudder, one that she tries to hide from him, Roman turns to look at her and immediately feels bad.

“I hadn’t realised we would be out until it became cooler,” Roman’s expression is as regretful as the tone of his voice. “You haven’t brought something warm to wear, I’m sorry.”

“I’m ok. I’m not cold.” She tries to dismiss his concerns with a wave of her hand but instead of letting her lower her arm again, Roman catches her hand before she can do so. His engulfs hers, her fingertips peek out from between his finger and thumb.

“Your hands are cold. I disagree.”

“They’re always cold.” She counters but the look that Roman gives her has her grumbling about maybe being a little cold. “You’re good at the disapproving parent stare.”

“I’ve seen it myself too often to not be good at it.” He tells her with a chuckle that follows as he slips one arm out of his hoodie and beckons her into him. She pushes her arm into the free sleeve before seeking out his naked arm and pulling it around her waist. She closes the hoodie up as much as she can and covers his hand with hers before pulling the cuff over their joined hands.

“Sharing hoodies already?” She asks, looking up at him with a grin. “I’d have thought that was a three date or more kinda thing.”

“I thought offering the hoodie might be a softener to get the second date and third date.”

“Hoodie sharing is intimate, no?”

“I really, really want that second date.” he confesses as she squeezes his hand a little.

“I’ll get you a new list of options then.”

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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.

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[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.

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Golden Hour

Warnings: pregnancy

Request: “Roman pregnancy fluff” - usually I would require more plot than this but luckily for you I already had an idea ;)

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"This is some magical Harry Potter ssshhhh...shtuff....,” she said, and Roman heard the snapping of the camera’s shutter as he laughed. With a baby on the way, she had been working hard on controlling her sailor mouth. She was right, though. The light this time of day, the “golden hour,” combined with the gently falling snow coming to rest on the trees surrounding them, did make it look magical. She was looking up at the pine nearest to them, her eyes bright, and he looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile at how happy she looked. 

“Just like that you two, don’t move!” The photographer snapped a few more shots from where she was standing. “Okay, let’s get some of just Mama, yeah?”

Roman stepped out of the way, his boots crunching in the snow, and pulled his coat on. The outfits she’d picked out would make for great pictures, no doubt, but he was freezing. He knew she had to be as well, but as the photographer gave her posing directions, she seemed to radiate warmth. She was so beautiful, and the trope was true - knowing she was carrying his child made her all the more gorgeous in his eyes. 

“Roman,” she called, shaking him from his reverie. “Bring me the shirt?”

He pulled the tiny replica of his jersey from her bag and returned to her. He brought her coat with him too, seeing her shiver in the slight breeze. “Just for a minute,” he said, when she protested. “You’re freezing.” She consented, careful not to crush her hair under the wool, and leaned into his chest with her eyes closed. She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her, relaxing into him. He kissed the top of her head. “Told you,” he chuckled, turning back to the photographer who motioned for him to smile. 

After a few moments she stirred. “Come on, let’s finish these so we can get home.” He handed off their coats to the photographer again and awaited instructions.

“Stand behind her like so, yes perfect. And the shirt, yes, just like that, oh how cute. Mama, can you straighten it over your belly? There we go. Ok, smiles please!” The photographer worked quickly in the cold, encouraging them to act natural with each other while still giving them occasional posing instructions. “Well, I think we’ve gotten plenty of shots to choose from. Is there any other one you’d like to take?”

She started to shake her head, but Roman spoke up. “Just one.” She looked up at him quizzically. “Can I dip you?”

“Can you what?” 

“I want a picture like the one from our wedding day,” he explained, and she grinned. The canvas print of him dipping her during their first dance as husband and wife was the focal point of her office.

“Don’t you drop me,” she warned, looping her arm around his neck.

“These are the most trusted hands in Dortmund, baby,” he joked, and when he had a good grasp on her he lowered her down, smiling as the memory of that first dance flashed through his mind. He leaned over for a brief kiss before he raised her up again, and the photographer gave them a thumbs up as she scrolled through the pictures on her camera.

“That’s great, guys. I think we’re done! I’ll have the full gallery ready in a couple of weeks, but I should be able to send you a photo or two tomorrow.” They bundled up into their coats again, bidding her goodbye and loading up into Roman’s car. He blasted the as he drove the short distance home, but she was still chilled when they arrived and drew herself a hot bath while he got his things ready for the next day’s training. 

She wiggled under the blankets that night, swearing she was still cold. “You picked the clothes,” he reminded her with a gentle kiss. He checked his phone one last time, and saw an email from the photographer. There was one image attached, with a brief message.

“More coming. Just thought this one was cute!” It was a picture of the two of them bundled in their coats in between poses. She was leaning into him and he had his lips pressed to the top of her head, a protective hand spread over her bump. Surrounded by snow, they looked as though they were in a world of their own. He loved it. 

He turned to show her, but she had fallen asleep all tucked into the covers. He’d show her tomorrow, he thought, and maybe he’d surprise her with a print. For now, he set it as his home screen, and waited anxiously for the day he’d replace the image with one of the two of them and their new son.

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[xratedffbarbiex]

Clothed Getting Off.

Day 6 of the NSFW smut writing challenge.

Words: 1527 Player: Roman Burki. Warnings:  mentions of denied orgasms/edging, dirty talk, dry humping, thigh riding and female orgasm.   Request?: no but the concept was suggestions by my followers.

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There was something incredibly sexy about being above Roman. He could switch it up if he wanted to, going from the shy and smiley man that you loved and adored to someone who lost all innocence when aroused. Roman wasn’t selfish in bed often though sometimes you did like it when he was and encouraged it. There was something very primal about him taking you without consideration for your pleasure and on those occasions, you didn’t even mind not finishing. When he was turned on, he’d make sure you were just as much so. Whether it be with his kisses, him using his hands or dirty talk. If it took using all three then he would. Roman wanted you as turned on as possible. He loved knowing he could make you that wet, that aroused and needed him as much as he needed you. He loved your neediness for him sexually and how you’d plead with him to either use his tongue or fuck you harder.

Today, he wasn’t allowing you get off easily and while you knew he was only initiating this because he was bored, it doesn’t help matters or stop you from feeling horny. You don’t care how you reach your climax but you’re determined to get there. With or without his help.

His hands pin your hips down, forcing you to grind against his crotch as you sit in his lap as he kisses you. You can feel his cock hardening beneath you through his jeans, the thin material of your PJ shorts does nothing to stop you from feeling it. Frustrated, you gyrate against him in small circles and tilt your hips slightly until his body makes contact with your clit. You try not to make it obvious, knowing that he would no doubt try and move you if he knew you were getting off from this. He’s been a dick a morning, teasing you, building you up and then walking off leaving you frustrated. You don’t know what’s gotten into him but this is a whole other level of edging and orgasm denial that you’re not accepting lightly.

“Enjoying yourself?” You ask as you suck his lip between yours and suck on it slowly. “What gives you that impression?” He says the best he can as you continue to tease his mouth. When Roman opens his eyes, his pupils are wide and slightly unfocused. You run your fingers through his hair and nibble on his lip, earning a low moan from him and a buck of his hips as he grinds against you, seeking some kind of release. “Uh-uh,” you say, lifting your hips off him as much as you can before his hands pull you back down. “You don’t get what you want.” Your tongue flicks over his lip before you suck down on it again, imitating the way you’d tease the head of his cock.

It’s not as though you don’t want to, you’d gladly drop to your knees before him and take his cock in your mouth instead but after his behavior all day so far, you don’t think he deserves to come so quickly or even at all. Your mind is solely on getting your own satisfaction and while your tongue moves against his lip, your hips continue to circle ever so gently and feel the first pangs of heat ignite within your stomach. You capture his lips again in a kiss, your tongue mixing with his as you fist his hair harder as you fight the urge to push yourself lower onto his cock and try and get some more relief. One of Roman’s hands leaves your hip and trails up your spine. Your skin tingles at the contact and has you pushing your pussy against him anyway despite your feeble attempts at remaining in some sort of control. His hand makes its way to your hair and tugs on the locks, pulling your head back and breaking the kiss. He’s staring at you as he says “I know what you’re doing.” You stare back at him, unashamed that you’ve used him in such a way to try and get yourself off. “What are you gonna do about it?” You raise an eyebrow and don’t break eye contact in an attempt at asserting whatever dominance you may have. He lets go of your hair, his hand is back on your hips and he picks you up with ease, turning you to the side of him and plonks you so you’re straddling his thigh instead. “You’re not rubbing yourself against me to get yourself off and get me worked up. I don’t think so.” “You deserve it.” “And you’re not so good at this payback thing.” He says confidently. You shift your weight, only to find that this is a perfect spot, upon his thigh, for contact with your clit to be made. The way the fabrics of your clothes push together makes a sensitive base for core to rub against and while staring at him, you bravely begin to move your hips back and forth. “You’re serious?” He drops his gaze and watches as your middle moves against him.

“Are you going to get yourself off for me?” He asks you and you take this as the encouragement you’ve been waiting for. Your hips begin to move a little faster, the seam of your PJ shorts catches you in exactly the right place which combined with the friction you’re getting from his jeans, it doesn’t take long to begin to build up the fire that had started within you only minutes ago. Your hands move to his shoulders to steady yourself as you roll your hips back and forth, the sensation you’re getting from barely being touched is more than you could have ever imagined. “Think of me.” Roman says, his hands grip your waist and you know he can feel the wetness that’s beginning to pool in your underwear.

“Think of my tongue on your clit,” he says and it’s far too easy to picture. The image of Roman between your thighs, his eyes closed, his hair a mess and his tongue darting in and out of his lips fills your mind. “Can you feel my fingers inside of you?” He asks. You can almost feel them thrusting in and out of you. You hate that your mind can conjure up not only the images of him eating you out but also make you remember the thought of how he feels within you. Your wetness increases, you feel yourself pulse at the thought of what he’s said and you’re not too proud to admit to yourself that you’d give anything to feel both his tongue and his fingers in and around your pussy.

“fuck baby, I can feel you. My girl getting so wet over this.” You can hear how horny he is; his voice turns husky and his fingers dig into your sides. You don’t give up. You’re practically riding his thigh now and while you’d much rather be fucking his cock right now, you’re hitting the spot in a way you didn’t think you’d be able to. Roman watching you, his words spurring you on, praising you as you grind against him, an orgasm rapidly building and your panties becoming more and more soaked as each moment passes. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your moans, while they started softly, high girlish tones that you didn’t know was possible to come from you escapes as the knot within your belly tightens. You know you’re close. The house of pent up frustration is taking its toll and while it usually takes longer to get you to come, this is unexpectedly quick. “Cum for me baby, that’s it baby girl.” Your rhythm speeds up, your muscles are tightening as you near your release and your toes begin to curl while your legs shake. You’re not sure why you’re falling over the edge so quickly, maybe it’s the fact that this is new, it feels a bit naughty, how Roman is looking at you with such lust filled eyes that you know when you do come he’ll be pulling you onto his cock and you’ll be riding him instead or maybe it’s the fact that it just feels so good. Whatever the reason is, you’re slipping closer and closer to the edge. Your skin feels hot and clammy, your vision begins to spot and you can’t help but cuss and say his name again and again as it hits. Your body comes alive, pleasure bursts throughout you and euphoria washes every part of you. Your underwear becomes soaked, you know you’ve left a wet patch upon his jeans as you come down from your high but you really don’t care. You’ve achieved what you’ve wanted and you don’t care for the consequences. You look at Roman with a blurred vision, blinking until it clears and his face comes into perfect view. “Satisfied with yourself?” He asks. You nod, your bravado slipping and a slightly embarrassed side appears at what you’ve just done. “Yes.” “Good.” He says, unbuttoning his jeans. “Now it’s my turn to play.”

[marcdurm]

Your time is the only thing I wish was mine. Part 2

A Roman Bürki series

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Roman tried to contact her repeatedly trying to make up for his mistakes but she wouldn’t give in. She didn’t believe people change so easily and she wasn’t going to give a second chance like that only to be let down again. She may was too harsh on him but that was her decision. She wanted to be respected and if not the top priority then one of the top priorities of someone’s life. Especially when that someone was supposed to be her boyfriend.

Months passed and Roman decided to give her what she wanted. If she didn’t want him once, he didn’t want her ten times. He tried to change for her and all he got was repeated rejections. He wasn’t going to sit and keep begging since she has already made clear that she doesn’t want him. If she wanted him she would accept his apologies and give him a chance to prove that he can he can do better. But she didn’t. And he accepted this and did everything to forget about her. Nights out after games, on days off, before days off, women, parties, women and more women. He gave himself to strangers trying to prove he can go on. “All this women begging me for just one touch and I’ll sit here and keep begging the only one who doesn’t see past her nose? No.” He thought to himself almost everyday trying to boost his offended ego.

He was too proud of himself to see that he’s the one who doesn’t see past his nose. He was too proud to see that for once he found someone who did not want him just for his body and his money. He was too proud to see that by sending her gifts every now and then and just sending texts wouldn’t bring her back.

For once in his life he was in a situation where only emotions were involved and he didn’t know what to do with them. He didn’t know how to react to someone who was actually falling for him. He didn’t know how to react when he was also falling for her. He didn’t know how to actually fight for her like a man. A normal man with no social and economical power. A man who was just experiencing love for the first time.

He thought he could ignore the feelings he was growing for her by spending nights with different women. But the truth was that in every single one of them he was looking for her, even if he didn’t admit it. Countless moments in which he was thinking of her and almost moaned her name while someone else was giving him the pleasure. He was too proud to get his shit together when he would be changing sides in his bed repeatedly trying to stop thinking about her. “What kind of magic has she done to me. GET OUT OF MY HEAD.” The little voice in his head would say every now and then.

Her? She was much better. She missed him but she knew she deserved better. She deserved to be treated like a lady. She didn’t want to be treated like a butty call. She was much better than that. She was was a woman who wanted to have a commitment even if they wouldn’t end up together. She didn’t want to be treated like a joke. She wanted to be taken seriously and she wasn’t settling for anything less.

Nine months had passed since her birthday, six months and many women since he last reached out for her. And as he was starting to be believing his lies, there she was. All smiley and glowing enjoying her pizza with some guy. Some guy who was definitely not him. Some guy who wasn’t even close to him to be compared. He looked like he just graduated for the second time from Harvard university. He seemed like he was spending 8 hours of his day locked in an office either doing some economic shit or teaching some dumb teenagers or writing some stupid novel or maybe he was involved in an political party. He didn’t know what it really was that he was doing but all he knew is that he sure as hell doesn’t deserve to have a woman like her.

“What the hell does he know about what to do with a woman like that,” he thought as he downed his wine. “He probably goes to bed by 9pm and doesn’t even care about pleasuring her- if his mum lets him bring a girl home,” he wiped his lips still not taking his eyes away from them.

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