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footballffbarbiex · 2 years ago

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Uninvited

Summary: He has a lot of fans and seeing girls in his jersey isn’t an uncommon occurrence. But he sees you everywhere - from the stadium, to outside of training and near his home. You’ve got him in your sights and you won’t stop until he admits that you’re made for him. Pairing: Unnamed player x “crazed fan” Type: Consensual non-con. Words: 4776 Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, use of restraints, fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex, breeding threat.

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His home is shrouded in darkness by the time you get there and though there’s an icy nip in the air that licks over your exposed skin, you don’t feel it as the adrenaline kicks in with each step you take. Streetlamps cast an amber glow and with no cars passing by shining their headlights on you and very few house lights on from the neighbouring homes, there’s no-one to notice as you are almost skipping up to his door with excitement. Adjusting the backpack to a more comfortable position, you give one last glance around the street before you head around the back.

His bedroom faced the garden. You knew that from the photos he’d taken and shared, and after scoping out the area the last few days and nights, you knew that the security light which should be working, wasn’t.

What a shame, you think.

The large garden storage box is resting against the brickwork of the house, giving just enough space to manoeuvre between the roof of it and the balcony. Like the other nights, his window remains open, just enough for you to be able to work it open a little more and climb through.

You grin to yourself as you pull on your gloves; after all, you don’t want to get in trouble for breaking and entering…assuming he doesn’t enjoy what you’re about to do to him and tries to press charges afterwards. They’ll not find your prints here. Everywhere else, but not here. It would appear to anyone who looked that he let you in himself willingly. But the window being open? It’s as though he wanted you here tonight. He’d lovingly left the window open to make things easier for you to come to him. A silent, but noticeably clear, gesture that you should come to his bedroom. It should be lit up with a neon sign that screamed your name, it was that clear and obvious, and who were you to deny him his wants? His needs? Certainly not you.

You’d completed a practice run earlier today while he was at training after learning that there were no security cameras on the back, needing everything to be perfect. There was no room for error. You knew this could be done and it was only a matter of a handful of minutes that separated you and him. Pulling yourself up onto the storage box, you pause as it creaks a little under your weight before you steady yourself and look upwards hoping he wouldn’t have heard. When no sound comes from above and no lights are switched on to check what is happening outside, you continue.

You twist and turn your body, walking your feet up the wall as you pull yourself up before swinging your foot up and latching it onto the balcony - enough of a grip there to hoist yourself up and over the railing. It was a piece of well-practised cake. You lift your hands, palms faced upwards and press them to the window, pulling it open further, big enough for you to get through but drop your bag inside first quietly, your body following afterwards.

The air in the bedroom smells faintly of a late-night shower and the remains of his aftershave lingering in the air. His clothes, when your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and allow you to see, are neatly folded over the back of a chair which faces a dresser that is topped with a small mirror, several bottles of aftershave, a brush and comb and, surprisingly, a tube of ChapStick. Though it’s mostly standard furniture, there are very few personal touches to the room where personal and intimate thoughts are allowed to be free.

The man himself lays in the bed with the sheet twisted around his body. You’re not sure if he’s naked beneath it but even in the poor lighting, you can see the outline of where his bulge is. You lick your lips at the sight of it, wanting nothing more than to crawl eagerly across the bed and begin but you can’t. Not yet.

Instead, you remove the gloves and pull your clothing from your body until you stand in his room naked. You pull out the contents of your bag before neatly tucking away everything you’ve just removed from yourself. The soft fabric of this season's jersey, one with his name and number spread over the back in delicate printing, is scrunched in your hand as you contemplate your next actions.

With your gaze fixed on his sleeping form, you pull the jersey over your head and tug it down into place. Turning away briefly, you reach for the ChapStick, remove the top and twist until there is enough for you to apply it to your lips. Rubbing them together, you make sure they’re well coated before securing the lid back on it and placing it back on the dresser and checking yourself in his mirror.

Unable to resist, you lift each aftershave and inhale deeply. Choosing your favourite one, you can’t resist giving yourself a little spritz, wanting to smell this on yourself later as you lay in bed and reminisce about tonight's events while your hand fits perfectly between your thighs.

Turning, you collect some of the items you’ve brought and silently approach the bed. As quietly as you can, you attach the restraints to the bed posts. Only when they’re in place do you begin to peel back the bed sheet. Inch by inch, perfect skin and taut muscle come into view. You long to press kisses over his abdomen, following the soft trail of hair from his belly button into his boxer shorts, but there’ll be time for that in a few minutes; assuming all goes to plan.

Opening the restraints so all you need to do is reposition his limbs, you take a deep breath and pray he stays asleep. You lift his feet first, deciding it better to restrain them so he cannot kick out. His hands you can manage, but should he get to his feet before you’ve had him, that wouldn’t do. You’re securing his right foot when his breathing changes, small whimpers sound from him and he fidgets in his sleep.

You pause, freezing on the spot and hold your breath as you wait for him to wake.

When he doesn’t stir and the light snoring begins again, you finish up with his ankles and make sure they’re fully locked in place. Carefully, you step to the side of the bed and bind his wrists in the same way, making it so that he’s stretched out in a starfish. Returning to the foot of the bed, you drink in the sight of him laid vulnerable and ready for the taking. A part of you wants to reach for your phone and take pictures, have an actual visual memory of this rather than allowing your mind to do that for you. And maybe you will when he’s balls deep inside your pussy.

You backtrack momentarily and collect your phone and panties, only to place them on the bedside table. The phone is now close enough for you to be able to reach for it while you’re straddling his hips and close enough for him to see that he’s that close to calling for help. So close yet so far.

You can feel the way your thighs glide against one another as you begin to climb on the bed, lubricated by your own juices as the thoughts of what you’ll do to this man begin to take over. Inching forward, you kneel and settle between his spread thighs. Usually, you’d take your time with the men you slept with. Kissing up their thighs, over their stomach, flicking your tongue over their sensitive nipples and making them beg for you to take it further as you stroked them to a needy and whiny status. But, sadly, tonight you don’t have the time for such slow-paced foreplay.

He’s still sleeping soundly when you press your hand to his bulge, surprised to find that the bulge was not all balls and a hint of dick until hard like with some, and even soft there’s good length to work with. You palm him, feeling the way he swells beneath your touch as blood rushes to the area. His hips tilt as he hardens, lips parting ever so slightly as a soft moan sound. Biting down on your lip at hearing those whimpers, you can feel your arousal growing even more and you force your hand to remain steady, stroking up and down as he hardens in your hand, the inches growing rapidly with every tens of seconds that you stroke him through his boxers.

The front opens, allowing you to pull his now fully erect cock through it and you finally get to feast your eyes on his size for the first time. Long, thick and begging to be in your mouth; something you cannot refuse. He remains where he is, body barely moving but his breathing has certainly changed. Your hand continues to pump his full length, drawing pearls of pre-cum to leak at the slit and this is when you lean forward and swipe your tongue over the soft head. The tang of it spreads over your tongue, making you swallow it down and lick at the corners of your lips before you take him into your mouth.

You manage only the first inch after the head, pausing as he whimpers, the muscles in his stomach tensing and his chest rises and falls faster as you continue. Bringing your lips back to the tip, you sink them back down, taking a little more of him this time as you press your tongue flat against his shaft. He throbs against where it can touch and the more you take within you, the more noise he makes until he’s rousing from his sleep.

“I didn’t know you were coming over.” he croaks and begins to move his arm, no doubt intending to wipe the sleep from his eyes until he realises he cannot. Panic begins to rise in him. His eyes widen while he tugs on the restraints, cussing when they don’t give and keeps him firmly in place. The sight of him struggling within them makes you grin.

“I told you I’d find you.” You whisper, hand gripping the base of his dick, the soft hairs that cover his pubic bone tickling against your fist as you look up at him. You bite on your bottom lip with glee, like you’re about to reveal a surprise that you’ve been keeping a secret for a long time. In a way, you are. “And it seems…” you trail off and give him a small suck before releasing him with a wet pop, “that you want me here.”

He can’t speak, he’s frozen in place, and you can feel the way his muscles tense up in his thighs. His cock twitches as a result and you see his stomach become more defined as his body becomes rigid. All he can manage is a pathetic head shake as his voice fails him.

“You’re mine and I told you I’d make you see that. Gonna show you just how made for you I am.” you tell him, your voice is nice, light, and cheerful. You pull your attention away from his fear-stricken expression and watch as your hand pumps up and down his shaft, eagerly licking away the dots that form once more.

“Listen to yourself,” you say as he lets out a groan that seems to rumble up from his chest, “you want this. You like what I’m doing to you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh, so he does have a voice after all. I thought I imagined it last time. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you do not want this.” you demand, your tone strict now and no longer playful. He’s about to answer when you take as much of his cock into your mouth as you can with no warning, pushing him further to your throat while you try to ignore your gag reflex kicking in.

You can hear the restraints knocking against the bed frame as a “yes” hisses from his mouth and your pussy tightens at the sound of him enjoying what you’re doing and encouraging you. Just like you knew he would. You keep him there for as long as you can, feeling your throat contract around him as your body pleads for more air and his mouth spews profanities which replenishes your need to continue. But the longer you’re keeping him there, hollowing your cheeks to envelope him better, the more he pants and whimpers with pleasure.

Your chest burns as you keep him lodged within your mouth and throat, and only when you fear you may vomit from the way your stomach is churning in response do you pull yourself back off. You’re gasping for air in your lungs, inhaling deeply as you feel the heat spreading through your chest and spit dangles from your lips and chin, wetting his jersey in the process as your chest rises and falls with each breath you take.

Your hand continues to stroke, resuming the pace that you’d set previously. Everything about his reactions is saying yes, despite his initial plea of no. You keep watching him, wanting to savour every moment and submit it fully to your memory. Needing to remember the way he tastes, the way he sounds, the expressions he makes, needing this to be ingrained in your mind for when your fingers bring you to an orgasm as you replay this memory over and over for as long as you live.

Leaning forward, you take little more than the head into your mouth and barely pull your lips from him before you’re sinking back down again. Your hand remains near the base of his shaft, and you stroke your way up your thighs with your free hand. You can feel the heat from your pussy before you’re even halfway up your inner thigh and finally, your fingers glide through your wetness as they near where your legs meet.

“I wish these were your fingers, so you could feel how wet you’ve made me.” You tell him, speaking your words against him before giving him small kitten licks. “Then again, I could ride your face and let you clean me up. Give you a real taste.” The last word comes out as a whimper as your fingers push through your soft, wet folds and tease the

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, his fingers curling into his palm and stretches back out again as he tries to keep the circulation working. “I have a girlfriend and a family an-”

“Aww baby, are you trying crisis techniques?” You almost laugh at him, “you’re forgetting that I already know all about you. Your girlfriend doesn’t worry me. By tomorrow, you won’t be able to look at her without thinking of all the things that I’m doing to you which you’re enjoying right now.”

“I'm not thinking of you. I’m thinking of her.” he states.

"Why would you want to be thinking of her when I'm right here?" You whisper as your tongue swirls around him. Small dots of his pearly wetness smear within your mouth as you continue to fuck yourself with your fingers. "We both know you're enjoying this more than anything you've done with her." You almost spit the final word as you very briefly imagine them together.

"Does she suck your cock like I have?" You ask him, removing your fingers from your cunt as you begin to pull yourself to a kneeling position before him, allowing his thick length to drop back against his belly, your drool and his seed mixing as one before dripping from the head and leaving small spots of wetness against his V lines.

He says nothing. You take it as a no. Of course, she couldn't do it better than you. You bet that she barely paid attention to what he needed in bed, just allowed him to give her the pleasure and deprived him of really experiencing what he wanted.

"Look how aroused you are with me. You can barely take your eyes from me."

With his jaw clenching, he makes a point to look away; anywhere that isn't on you or in your direction. He twists his wrists again and the muscle in his cheek clenched as he tries to focus on anything else.

"Oh baby," you chuckle to yourself and begin to move, "I know you've never looked at her the way you've looked at me." You move higher, positioning yourself above his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips as your pussy lowers and rubs up and down his erection. Your lips part with the contact and every ridge of his cock rubs against your clit making you whimper a little.

"I've seen the pics of you both. Watched the way you interact with her. I know she can't do it for you like I can." You prop yourself up with one hand and grip his dick with your other, positioning it at an angle to enable you to sink down onto him. "And I know you've never felt a pussy like mine."

The silky head pushes between your soft folds and though the temptation to just sink right down until every centimetre of him is within your walls but like earlier, you refuse to go quickly. Refuse to rush this when you know you won’t get another opportunity to have him like this, completely at your mercy.

This action makes him look at you again, his gaze not lasting long on your face before it's directly where your bodies meet. You lift his jersey, giving him the perfect view of your pussy enveloping him inch by inch. He can’t pull his gaze away, staring intently the way your bodies merge and become one as though he’s hypnotised. “Look at you baby, you can’t take your eyes from us.”

He clenches his jaw and looks away again, almost ashamed of the way he enjoyed it. He stretches your walls apart, making you burn in a way that you hadn't realised you could manage as you continue to keep taking him within you until you seat yourself against him. You can't close your mouth from the soft "o" it's formed, with every blink you take it becomes harder to open your eyes once more and when you do, it feels as though they're rolling into the back of your head as he pulses within you.

You can't move. You've never felt fuller than having him inside you and for a second or two, it almost takes your breath away. Only when you feel comfortable to do so, you begin to lift and hiss as he drags along your sensitive walls until you take the same inches again.

Trying not to say anything when you hear him whimper and feel him trembling beneath you, you don't want to stop those beautiful noises by making a comment that could silence him. You need to hear them like you've never needed anything else. The look of pleasure that sculpts his expression is one that you will never forget.

He's no longer tugging at the restraints, just allowing his arms to hang as much as they can, hands slack and limp as he allows you to use him in any way you feel is justified. Wave after wave of unfiltered pleasure surges through the two of you with every rock of your hips and bounce that you make.

“I’ve got your name on my back and your cock inside me.” You whimper, your strangled words finally getting his attention rather than him focusing on the way your core feels. “Who knows? Maybe when I make you cum in me, that won’t be the only thing of yours that fills me up. I could be your baby mamma. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Us, together forever.” Your words sound gleeful even to your own ears.

“Can feel you throbbing in my pussy, you want that, don’t you? You want me to keep fucking you until you come. You’re moving your head wrong baby.” You reach over, halting your movements ever so slightly, still taking a moment or two to tight up around him until he groans and bucks up into you. Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you make him nod. “It’s like this. It looked like you were saying no. But I know that’s not what you want. Why else would you be this hard for me if you didn’t want me to come here and do this? Shhhh, shhh shhh. Don’t try to talk. You don’t need to say anything. Your body is doing it for you.”

You move both of your hands as you speak to him. One now cups your breast, fingers, and thumb tweaking at your nipple while the other rubs a different swollen bud between your thighs as you continue to ride him. The combination of being stimulated from your most sensitive spots causes a plethora of words to jumble together until you’re incapable of coherent thoughts.

Your movements become less controlled as pleasure surges through you, your hips are rocking back and forth, trying to make sure that as much of him is always buried within your cunt. The fingers rubbing against your clit become sloppy and frantic as you get closer to your climax. The restraints at his wrist clang against the bed frame as you pick up the pace, your rhythm slower than your hand but faster than it had been.

Your wetness is hard to disguise, the lewd sound of it filling the air as much as your moans. Had you not been close to the edge, your mind becoming fuzzy nothing, you may have made a comment about the way he helplessly whines as your orgasm brings him closer to his own. Your toes clench, your muscles feel as though they burn as they tighten, and your pussy holds his cock deep within you like a wet, hot fist until your contracting walls push you up and off his cock. Your juices drip from you as your pussy tries to clench around nothing, desperately needing to be filled like moments ago.

When you lower yourself once more, your soaked hole meets his now slick length. Your hands splay over his damp chest to try to steady yourself until you can get your breathing under control. Wrapping your hand around him, it takes seconds to angle him at your opening and for him to be back within you again.

“Still not willing to admit that you love being inside me?” you grind your ass against him and purposely tighten around him. “Being fucked by me? You made her a girlfriend. I’ll make you a daddy. We are not the same. Look at me!” You snap at him when he tries to close his eyes, the look on his face is one like a puppy being reprimanded. A deer caught in headlights. The harsh tone of your voice is different to how you’ve spoken to him prior. Babied him. Handled him with care.

“This doesn’t feel like you don’t want it,” you tell him as you lean forward again, your hands resting lightly on his waist and stomach as you begin to bounce. Wet marks from the juices that you’ve coated his cock in are now smearing over his skin from your hand. “This feels like I’m made for you.”

Despite how sensitive you are right now; you take him again and again at a pace that suits you. Your eyes never leave his face, watching as he fights the compulsion to keep watching the way you sink down onto him and trying to look away again, not wanting to allow himself to really enjoy this. Even though you know he does. The way he’s unable to look away for too long tells you this. The way he makes small, but pussy clenching, sounds tells you he does. The subtle but very much there bucks of his hips tells you he does.

He turns his head away from you, teeth desperately trying to sink into his bicep, lips closing around the area to try and muffle his beautiful sounds as he begins to tremble beneath you.

“Come for me, baby. Fill up this pussy and claim it as your own.”

Despite his best attempts to silence himself and stop himself from reaching his orgasm, you ride him until you can feel his balls beginning to tighten beneath you and finally, hot thick spurts of cum spill into you. He’s breathless, chest rising and falling quickly as his cheeks burn with shame from finishing inside you after what you’ve done.

Leaning forward, you try to keep as much of him inside of you as possible, feeling the way he twitches with sensitivity, as you press your lips to his. “See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” You ask him with a grin as he grits his teeth.

“Why me?”

Two words that pack a punch but rather than reacting instinctively to his question, you tilt your head to the side and observe him. “Because we’re meant to be. I told you that.” You reach across and pull the panties you’d left on the bedside table into your palm before trying to climb from his body as easily as possible without dripping too much down your thighs. You pull on your underwear and stare down at him looking used and spent before collecting your phone. “Not going to smile for the camera?” You ask him and he turns his face the other way, refusing to give you what you want free of will. “Be good and stay here. I’m going to go and freshen up.”

You give his thigh a light hearted slap before moving around the bed and towards the en-suite bathroom. Flicking the light on makes you blink from the brightness, having gotten used to working in the dark but the woman staring back at you in the mirror takes you a little by surprise. You look at yourself as he had, taking in every single detail as you try to submit this to memory too; this was something you wouldn’t be forgetting in a hurry.

A smirk sculpts your mouth as you begin to gather some things, a towel and a clean cloth which you quickly dampen. With another final glance in the mirror, you turn the light back off and head back into the bedroom where he remains laying still as he watches you approach him once more.

“Not finished yet?” He asks you coldly, throat working as he swallows hard. His wrists rotate, trying to get some feeling back into his hands. His expression is set in a hard grimace, one that only softens a little when you begin to wipe at his skin with the damp cloth, cleaning his stomach of the mix of your juices. “Did I do ok?” He asks in a quiet voice.

“You did perfectly.” You give him a broad smile and lean forward to kiss him on the lips, this time feeling him kiss you back. “How did I do?”

“You scared the shit out of me when you woke me up. You were terrifyingly good.”

“That’s what you asked for, wasn’t it?” you ask as you sit on the edge of the bed and continue to clean him up.

“I didn’t know you were going to do it tonight though,” he chuckles.

“It wouldn’t have made sense to tell you when. Though I damn well nearly fell trying to get up to the balcony.” You laugh to yourself, remembering a second or two where your footing felt a little too loose and you feared you’d mess up the whole roleplay.

With his skin now clean and air drying, you turn your attention back to his restraints and collect the key to open them up and allow him to pull his limbs back into a normal position. He flexes his fingers as blood travels back to his hands but it’s not long before he’s pulling you back to his chest and kissing you again. “Thank you. I enjoyed that far more than I thought I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he nods and gives you a small kiss on the tip of your nose. “I wouldn’t say no to it happening again. Now, about that possible baby…”

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footballdesires · 2 years ago

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unknown reasons, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka & she,her info: germany has been eliminated from the world cup, and one player of the national team can't understand the reasons. a/n: god, i hate to write this man when he cries, breaks my heart. requests are always open! just ask for a football player & we can work on it!

the plane landed last night in munich, allowing half of the players to exit until it brought the rest to another airport closer to their hometown. the german national team has been eliminated from the world cup in qatar two days ago.

9am in the morning, they should have been in the kitchen by now, enjoying a calm breakfast and conversations about the plans for the winter break. instead, she stepped out of the warm shower minutes ago and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts with one of leon’s shirts thrown over the naked chest.

damp strands tied together to a messy bun on the back of the head, she exited the bathroom which was connected to their shared bedroom. the expectations of a mildly dressed boyfriend with a welcoming smile on his lips were crushed when leon‘s naked back faced her. cuddled into the dark duvets, the male didn’t move a muscle when the footsteps approached him.

„babe.“ she exclaimed, questioning if he was awake or asleep again. the past weeks have been exhausting, a stressful hell to prepare for the world cup, and he deserved the long hours in bed after what happened. a quiet groan slipped through leon‘s lips, attempting to keep most of the sounds inside.

the frustration about the early elimination overshadowed the exhaustion, he precisely despised the fact that the german national team had to leave the contest in the group phase. a disaster. a sigh about the unchanging condition of her boyfriend escaped the parted lips. „do you want breakfast in bed? coffee?“ the question was sincere, she didn’t want to force the male into doing the things that he wasn’t satisfied with.

but leon didn’t answer, pressing the soft cotton pillow further into his wet face to hide from the world. it wasn’t her fault, he knew that; which was one of the many reasons why he kept the conversation short. nodding to herself, she left the shared bedroom to brew herself a coffee in the kitchen before snuggling into the comforts of the bed sheets again.

when the door fell into the frame, leon slowly turned on the back to inhale a deep breath. forcing the lids open, he blinked repeatedly to adjust to the sudden brightness, shining through the blinds on the window. sweaty hands wiped over the tired face, staring at the white ceiling of the bedroom.

the loss wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong and it wouldn’t be fair to shout at her for feeling completely frustrated and devastated about the elimination. while leon had a hard time to form a sentence about his struggling self, she always attempted to cheer him up. even when he declined the conversation, she stayed by his side and enjoyed the comfortable silence.

still, leon couldn’t find the words to explain the mixture of negative emotions lingering in the pit of his stomach. he hasn’t sleep well, the past two nights were filled with thoughts about what went wrong in those two weeks. excited to play for germany against the entire world, leon expected to reach much more than just the group phase.

„fuck.“ the male muttered as the thoughts triggered the sadness once again. tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, unsatisfied about the games and the way he played. pressing the back of his hands against the closed lids, he wanted to avoid the chance that she would witness how miserable he truly felt. for multiple times, leon reassured the female that it’s alright, that there will be more chances to win such an important prize in the future.

but that was only the beginning of the rope of lies.

the world watched their mistakes, the failure after empty promises about being better than the last times. 2014, the wonder that the country wanted to see again to support the team. unfortunately, disappointment was written over their expressions after another miserable group phase. they tried, but they didn’t try enough.

rubbing repeatedly over the eyes, leon wanted to wipe the memories away but the tears started to dwell again. the frustration came in waves, some stronger, some very weak but he couldn’t contain the disappointment in himself. he could have done more, he knew that from the very beginning. it should have been an easy win against japan.

„are you crying?“ the gentle voice of his girlfriend echoed quietly through the bedroom, announcing her return. exhaling a deep breath, the tightened chest caused a piercing pain while attempting to calm himself down. calloused fingers slid over the forehead and through messy curls of hazelnut hair, and leon, for the first time since he moved out of his tight embrace, tilted the head to the side to glance at his worried girlfriend.

two mugs with warm coffee, one in each hand, she stood in the middle of the room with widened eyes. throughout their relationship, she has seen many sides of leon, but not once has he cried in front of her. maybe a frown, or the furrowed brows but the eyes stayed dry. „no.“ leon tried to deny the truth, turning away from the lingering gaze of his girlfriend as he didn’t want to witness how the concern increased in the pit of her stomach.

without speaking another word to the football player, she walked around the bed and placed the hot mugs on the nightstand. climbing onto the duvets, she kneeled next to leon’s position who constantly tried to hide his face in the pillow. she sighed, and denied herself to ask more questions.

seating more comfortably, she crawled towards the headboard and leaned the clothed back against it. legs outstretched and crossed, she grabbed a mug from the nightstand and carefully took a sip of the hot liquid. “this is so fucking stupid.” the words were mumbled into the pillow, and she only understood the curse syllables of the sentence. arching a single brow at the man beside her, she waited for him to repeat the words when he wanted to.

slowly he tilted the head to the side to reveal the flustered cheeks and the reddened eyes to the woman he loved. “it’s fucking stupid.” he attempted to speak but over the events of the two weeks and the constant shouts of anger or frustration, the male’s already low voice started to crack.

she understood immediately what he meant, she didn’t need to ask and stayed quiet. just watching his movements but the reddened eyes stood out. “we’ve practiced so long, so hard. i don’t know how it’s fucking possible. this feels like a bad dream, a nightmare.” while leon ranted quietly and started to let the emotions flow out with the syllables, the tears stood in the corners of his eyes again.

this time, he didn’t turn the head away from his girlfriend. she saw all the hidden sides of him, she deserves to see this as well. “it was impossible to lose, and still we did. i don’t understand it, i don’t want to believe that the journey is over. we’re home, instead of still playing. it’s killing me.”

small drops of tears started to roll down the red-tinted cheeks of the football player, and she felt her heart crumble. seeing him in the eclipsed state, with the tears streaming down his face was a sight, she wanted to avoid and still, she couldn’t. the frustration, the denial and the exhaustion mixed together to a negative bowl of emotions and wanted to be let out.

placing the warm cup on the nightstand again, she laid down beside leon and carefully placed a hand on his heartened cheek. the soft tip of the thumb caressed over his skin, wiping away the droplets of water that stained his face. “how could that happen?” leon questioned the female laying next to him, trying to find a simple answer to the four words that occupied the space in his mind. she just shook the head, not wanting to speak the wrong words and worsen the situation.

“i don’t want to leave the bed, just don’t want to see the world and listen further to the ignorant comments of the so-called experts.” leon’s frustration was shown in many disparate forms that morning, but one thing was precisely the right decision. she would stay in bed with him until he felt better to move the exhausted muscles and face the world again.

“i’ll cancel our flight, we can stay in bed until you decide against it.”

and even though leon only answered with several nods, he was thankful that she wasn’t pressing him further into talking.

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footballxixstars · 3 years ago

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Finally Here and Home • Leon Goretzka

Child/Parent Prompt List • Number 1

“Welcome home little one,”

"Welcome home little one," Leon stated with a massive grin covering his face as the two of you walked hand in hand through the door with your baby nestled safely in his other arm. All the baby's stuff plus yours from the hospital was still in the car since it could be collected in a bit and you wanted the first time that you walk through the door with your baby to be as a family also they were in Leon's arms because he wanted the first time that they went through the door to be in one of your arms. You were honestly in disbelief that you were finally home with your newest arrival.

After days in the hospital making sure that both baby and parent were fine and the baby was actually feeding when they were supposed to, it was just their average checks but they couldn't let you go until it was all fine. As the days passed you were getting angsty, you just wanted to leave since you'd had enough of looking at the walls in the hospital, the smell of it, you just wanted your baby to be with you and Leon in the safety of your home. As soon as you got the words that you could be discharged you couldn't leave that room fast enough.

"This is where you put your shoes and coat when you come into the house. Make sure that you put them away properly though as well as take your bag out of here or else mummy will get mad," Leon chuckled as he carried your baby around pointing at different things in the house whilst explaining stuff too as if they would understand. You just rolled your eyes at what he was saying but it was also true since you do get mad when Leon comes home from training and leaves his stuff lying around when he could just put it away just as easily. It filled your heart with warmth though seeing Leon like this though so you allowed Leon to continue on whilst you stood back and watched it all unfold. God if you hadn't just had a child you would've wished for Leon to put one in you with how he is with children.

Once he had gone around the whole house and garden explaining every little aspect of the rooms including the nursery that the two of you had finished months ago, it was one of the first things that you did together because you were so excited about it. It was all in neutral colours since you didn't know the gender when the two of you planned it all out honestly the nursery was probably your favourite room. When he got to the garden he even promised his child to teach them to play football as soon as they could walk or more like toddle around and god you could imagine that and couldn't wait until that day comes. You don't want your baby to grow up but at the same time, you couldn't wait to see Leon run around after them. Anyway once he had gone around the house he went to sit on the sofa with your baby still nestled in his arms, so he could give them a bit of a cuddle. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold them forever, so he wanted to do it whilst he could plus it's not long until they have to feel and then you'll have them, so he'll take it whilst he can.

"Welcome home little one, welcome home," You sighed before making your way to the sofa so you could sit next to Leon and the baby too. You cuddled into Leon looking over at the little miracle that the two of you made together, running your finger over their little cheek enjoying this moment as a family. Your now family of three on their first day home.

MASTERLIST | MORE GORETZKA

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nuestraluzdelaluna · 3 years ago

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✦:˒ bayern masterlist ◞⁺☆．

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✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

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˗ˏˋ leon goretzka ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ celebration

daddy’s voice

warm enough for your winter day? ↯

╰┈➤ warm enough for my winter day

do you think it’s easy being of the jealous kind?

kinder Bueno

own little family

facetime

✦:˒ phonesex

✦:˒ smug

✦:˒ cockwarming

✦:˒ jersey

✦:˒ massage

pain

lullaby

the ex

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˗ˏˋ leroy sané ´ˎ˗

pregnant

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˗ˏˋ jamal musiala ´ˎ˗

! no smut !

first meeting

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˗ˏˋ benjamin pavard ´ˎ˗

first anniversary

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˗ˏˋ serge gnabry ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ brat

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winxwrites · 4 years ago

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Late Nights, Leon Goretzka x reader

Request: one where leon goretzka is rocking his toddler to sleep please <3

Being the mother of a one year old meant you never had much time to go out anymore. One of your friends invited you out to celebrate her birthday but you were hesitant to say yes. Leon thought it was a good idea for you to get some time away from the house and catch up with your friends. After some convincing from Leon you texted your friend and made plans for the weekend.

When the day came you were reluctant to leave the house. You knew Leon was more than capable of looking after your son, he was a great father after all, but you still felt unsure. You gave yourself a one over in the mirror before heading downstairs to find Leon and your toddler sat on the floor playing with his toy trains.

“Alright I’m leaving,” you said crouching down to give your son a kiss on the head.

Ten minutes into the night you found yourself checking your phone. Not one notification from Leon. Of course there was nothing for you to worry about. Your friends ordered a round of drinks which helped loosen you up.

It was almost 1 AM when you stumbled into your home disrupting the quiet environment.

You kicked your heels off and left them in the hallway as you began the search for your husband. You peaked in nearly every room before heading upstairs.

“Babeeee,” you called in the loudest voice you could muster. “I’m home, I need kisses.”

You paused when you walked by the nursery and noticed the opened door. Leon’s tall frame stood holding your son and cooing at him while rocking him to sleep. Your heart melted as you heard the gentle voice he spoke to him in.

“Shhh, it’s okay, angel. It’s just your mama being loud again.”

You rolled your eyes but took the hint. You walked over to Leon and wrapped your arms around his waist, peering around his side to take in the sight of your tired baby.

“He looks so sweet.” Leon nodded in agreement.

“Er ist perfekt. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass wir es geschafft haben.”

You glanced down again and noticed your baby boy’s movements had stilled and his eyes were finally closed. Of course he’d fallen asleep in his daddy’s arms, the place you both felt the most safe.

“You’re such a good dad,” you spoke as Leon placed your baby in his crib. “Let’s have another one.”

A/N: Included some google translated German because why not ☺︎

Er ist perfekt. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass wir es geschafft haben.

He’s perfect. I can't believe we made him.

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trentaafcsblog · 4 years ago

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Writing Challenge - Angst

“Please say something” - Leon Goretzka

Thank you to the beautiful @penguintransporter for this one 🤍

The corridor of the familiar Gründerzeit residential building seemed to be darker than it used to be; longer and wider, and yet, it was the same as when she had left it, thinking that it would be the last time that she was walking the black-and-white, tiled floor.

There was still the same dried out monstera plant in the corner, the same advertisements on the cork-board, same basket for the wet umbrellas that no one really used, and the same line-up of the vintage lamps mounted on the wall – illuminating the darkness which seemed to be present even in the middle of the sunniest days.

Emelie had to take a deep breath, exhaling softly.

To say that it didn’t feel strange to be there again, after seven months, would be a lie, and as she made her way towards the winding stairway that would take her to the fourth floor, she felt a wave of melancholy wash over her. Everything was the same, and yet it felt so different – walking down the corridor without stopping to check their mailbox, holding onto the railing, yet feeling detached from it as if she wasn’t really present; seeing only his name written on a silver plate on the doors.

She didn’t belong there any more.

Her hand was shaking as she knocked on the doors, and taking an insecure step back, she breathed out a slight and nervous breath she was holding in. She hadn’t seen nor spoken to Leon since she had moved out, wheeling the last bits of her belongings in a small suitcase while he was still at the training, proudly keeping her tears away – a flower pot with devil’s ivy pressed against her chest.

Seven months of denial, fake smiles, and crying when no one could see her.

Seven months of telling herself that she will be okay, that she needed to accept that he wasn’t part of her life any more, and that she had to move on and try to forget.

As if that was an easy thing to do.

Emelie’s heartbeat quickened when she heard the familiar sound of the locks being twisted, and when he finally opened the doors, she felt as if there was no air left in her lungs—just painful scratches while she tried to stay composed.

“Hi, Emelie,” he greeted her, giving her a small tight-lipped smile, and she waved shyly, as if they were just some random strangers, and not two people who have spent more than five years sharing the ups and downs, laughter and tears, sorrow and happiness.

“How have you been?” Emelie asked, trying to keep her voice steady, but under Leon’s gaze, she felt like she was about to crumble any second. “Sorry, I am a bit late, you know – the traffic…as usual,” she trailed off nervously as if she needed to explain herself for being late.

“Don’t worry,” Leon nodded before leaning against the door frame casually, sticking both of his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. “I’ve been good. Yourself?”

“Same,” she smiled weakly, but his face expression didn’t change, as if he knew she was lying; as if he didn’t care. “I’ve been good, too.”

She wasn’t.

Emelie missed him, more than she dared to admit out loud, and no amount of overcrowded clubs every other weekend, new haircuts, and listening to her friends and family badmouth him—none of it helped. If anything it made her only feel miserable, lonely and reminiscent of what she once had with Leon.

They were each other’s worlds, centers of gravity – pulling one another, reading each other’s mind, and Emelie knew that what she had with him will stick to her for as long as she's breathing. Impossible to erase — a part of her body; a vital organ that kept her alive.

“Do you want to come in? We don’t have to talk at the doors,” Leon suddenly asked, pushing himself away from the door frame with ease, “it’s a bit weird, no?”

Emelie didn’t know what to say, so she only shrugged in response. She knew that it was a bad idea to follow him, and yet, when he stepped aside, her legs carried her inside as if she had no power over them, and before she knew it, Leon was closing the doors behind her, trapping her in the hallway of the place she once used to call home.

It still smelled the same - airy and clean. The walls were still white, and the side-table was still littered with envelopes, magazines, and random leaflets of his favourite take-away restaurants. His raincoat still hung where it used to, and his sports bag was on the ground, haphazardly discarded, as many times before.

The only thing that was missing was a framed photograph that used to hang on the wall – the two of them on their first hiking trip together all those years ago – all smiles and slightly sunburnt under the Pyrenees’ sun. Emelie felt her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at the discoloured spot on the wall – a simple square of shadow, silently narrating their story – a story of something that used to be, but it's not anymore.

“I am sorry,” she whispered, looking away from the wall – words rolling off of her tongue on their own accord—unstructured and unplanned.

“For what?” he asked, picking up the box that was on the floor behind him. “For the package? It’s okay. I don’t blame your aunt for sending you a present to this address. It was probably a force of a habit. Stuff like this happens.”

Emelie forced herself to nod – her emotions boiling inside of her.

She wasn’t sorry for the present that was delivered nto the wrong address – far from it. Emelie was sorry for everything she had done, had said, and how she acted in the past; all the times she was overprotective, jealous and overbearing. She was sorry for all the matches she had missed because she was selfishly needing time for herself, she was sorry for letting go of what they had; for not fighting harder.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she finally managed to say, taking the box out of his hands before holding it to her chest, and hooking her finger around the cord that held it together.

There was a brief moment of silence as Leon looked down at his watch before glancing at her. “Well…,” he started, running a hand through his hair, and Emelie could remember how his locks felt under her own fingertips—soft like a feather; comforting.

“Leon—,” she started before stopping to take a deep breath.

“Yeah?”

Now or never.

“I will probably regret this later, but I’m—I feel like I need to…” Emelie began, surprising herself with her own courage as she hugged the box tighter. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but in that moment, it weighed like a tonne. “I lied when I said that I am feeling good, because I am not,” she stopped for a second, sucking in a deep breath—her chest feeling like if it was on fire, “—I’m aware that the last year of our relationship wasn't something to be proud of, we misunderstood each other, and we said some really awful things we never should have said, but, Leon…” Emelie felt the tears prickling her eyes yet again as she glanced back at the square shadow on the wall, “Leon, I miss you. I miss what—“

“—Emelie,” he interrupted her, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he took a step back, but she couldn’t think straight.

Her brain was racing, her heart was breaking all over again, and she needed to get rid of the heaviness that was pressing on her chest.

“Please…,” she whispered, glancing down at her shoes – the uneven wrinkles on the sides of her red Vans greeting her, “—do you think we can give it another try? We fought before and we always...”

Emelie bit down at her lip, not able to continue her thoughts.

“Emmie,” he finally whispered, still avoiding to look at her, and her heart soared at the sound of the nickname he had for her. No one else called her Emmie. No one, but him. “Don’t ask me that…why are you doing this?”

“I think if we only sat down—talked the things through, no?” Her words were leaving her mouth quickly and desperately – running free after being trapped for too long. “I'm doing this because I still love you.”

There it goes. Four little words to break her all over again.

“Emelie,” Leon sighed quietly - both of his hands cradling his face.

They stood in silence, and below the surface of the pain she felt, Emelie was falling deeper and deeper into abyss of regret. Each second felt like an eternity; each intake of a breath unnerving and more painful than the previous one. She was watching him – his jaw clenching as he looked everywhere but her.

“Please, can you just say something?" Emelie asked in a small and timid voice, "Leon, it’s me, please—”

“—What do you want me to say, Emelie? I didn’t expect any of this—” His voice was louder than before, and it made her take a step back, and not because she was scared, but because she realised what she had done. “I miss us too sometimes, but I—,” he looked down at his own sock-clad feet. “I’ve been moving on Emelie. It's been seven months.”

“Oh—,”

“—I am seeing someone else.”

Emelie didn’t say anything, fighting back the tears as she took another small step backwards – her hands feeling sweaty as she brought the box closer to the chest. Leon was watching her – his face full of concern and a mixture of realisation, but she just smiled at him – brave as big girls do before turning around, putting her hand around the door handle; lingering for a second.

“I am happy for you,” she whispered, "I'm happy you're able to move on."

“I’m sorry, Emmie."

“Don’t be.”

Emelie felt nothing, and yet she felt thousands different emotions as she made her way downstairs. Like a ghost, she floated in the sea of the memories – tears trapped on the surface of her eyes. Pushing the heavy doors open, she exited in the sunny afternoon before looking up at the big window on the fourth floor, only to find him watching her – arms resting against the window sill.

With a small wave, she smiled up at him – one of the smiles that only a heartbroken people knew how to paint on their faces, and crossing the road, she turned her back to the past she once thought was her future.

“You wear your heartbreak like your body is a world at war; and every time a soldier dies within it he whispers one last word, and always, it is your name.” - N.G

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lxndonorris · 4 years ago

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warm heart - Leon Goretzka

Y/N x Leon Goretzka

Theme: Fluff

Leon keeping you warm on a cold day in Munich x

word count: 730+

It’s a cold, dark, and gloomy Wednesday afternoon when you find yourself walking through the nearly empty streets of Munich hand in hand with your boyfriend Leon. Together, you decided to stroll through town, doing your most favorite thing in the world, window shopping. Leon always enjoys watching you getting excited about new clothes and jewelry, while he thinks about just storming into the store to get you anything you desire. Most of the time, you hold him back, even though you don’t mind him trying to make you as happy as possible.

After a long day, walking through the crowded streets, you’re walking right next to Leon, who’s wearing dark jeans, black leather boots, and a thick, sheepskin leather jacket, while you’re wearing a brown coat, blue jeans, and your favorite pair of white sneakers and both of you are wearing hoodies underneath. The cold wind is swirling around the two of you, and even though, you’re wearing so many layers, you can feel the cold crawling underneath your clothes. Trying to shield your face, you let your head sink into your coat and squeeze Leon’s hand tightly.

He turns his face towards you, a shy smile forming on his lips as he strokes your hand gently. “Everything alright?” You nod slowly, still trying to keep your face warm. “I hate when that happens.” Giggling softly, you rub your chin against the collar of your coat, feeling the warm fabric on your skin spending you comfort. Leon doesn’t reply at first, instead, you see him frowning deeply, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Before you can say anything, however, he stops in his tracks and pulls you closer to him, your hands being the only thing keeping you apart. “Leon.” You say breathlessly as he leads you away from the streets, into a secluded corner right next to a huge building, its’ walls sheltering both of you from the cold wind.

Still surprised, you feel the soft leather rubbing against the palms of your hands, your eyes following your fingers carefully stroking his chest. “We can stay here for a while.” He says comfortingly and you look up to him, your eyes meeting his instantly. “Okay.” You smile shyly, slowly but steadily getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes, staring right into your soul. Then, he puts his hand on yours, his warm fingers barely brushing over your skin. “You’re still cold,” Leon says worryingly as his face turns into a frown again.

“It’s okay, really.” You say, trying to convince him but he knows you by now, causing him to see right through your charade. He raises an eyebrow, watching you closely. For a while, you just look at each other, before he opens his jacket quickly. “What are you..?” You say, but he doesn’t give you a chance to finish that sentence. “Come here.” He says, his voice calm and warm. There is no point in arguing with him now as he opens his arms, inviting you into them. Smiling weakly, you take a step closer to him, your hands wandering around his body until they meet behind his back. Leon embraces your whole body tightly, his hands now around your waist and his fingertips slip inside the pockets of your jeans.

“That feels so good.” You growl deeply, resting your head against his firm chest, feeling his body move with every deep breath he takes. “I’m here to keep you warm.” He says, licking his lips quickly before he gently rubs his nose against your head. Closing your eyes, you feel the heat of his body and the faint smell of his cologne slowly taking over your mind. “Thank you.” You breathe quietly, burying your face inside his hoodie as he places a single, loving kiss on your forehead. “Always,” Leon mutters underneath his breath, and for what feels like an eternity, you enjoy having him close to you.

Then, you slowly separate from him, stroking his chest one last time before you close his jacket again. “We should get home.” You say, smiling brightly until he tenderly lifts your chin so your eyes meet once more, but, without saying another word, he leans into you, kissing you softly, the feeling of his soft lips on yours sending shivers down your spine. “Let’s get home.” He smirks, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. Nodding silently, you get back onto the streets and head home.

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pavardscherie · 2 years ago

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Hi, could you write something with Leon Goretzka? Like making out at a party? <33

forget about the party, leon goretzka

pairing leon goretzka & female summary bayern munich won the double, and throws a party. in the middle of ordering drinks, leon and his girlfriend get lost in eachother.

izzy talks; leon goretzka, that's all i actually have to say this time. had to add my fave boy kimmich in it with a very simple comment. probably a real life conversation between them haha! requests are still open so fire away! <3

winning another double in the season was what made bayern munich extraordinary. they have done it multiple times and still never got tired of the success. such moments meant that a club was rented and a party planned. exactly how she found herself at the bar, wearing a short black dress which ended mid-thigh and cling to her figure. something between elegant and sexy.

she ordered a round of shots, three for each person at their table which meant twelve. but the bartender got distracted easily by the famous faces that gathered around him and demanded a fill-up. annoyed by being constantly ignored, she placed an elbow on the counter and leaned her head on her palm. eyes focused on the male who hurried towards the other end of the bar to write down the order of manuel neuer.

„annoyed looks kinda hot on you, you know.“ leon‘s voice, a raspy sound infiltrated with alcohol, interrupted her from shooting daggers with her glances. standing behind the female, he easily towered above her. a hand placed on each side of her, he trapped her between his muscular body and the dark mahagoni counter. chest pressed against her back, she felt the hammering of his heart. the seconds when his pulse fastened, and the anger issues tried to push through.

„i‘ve got it, he already knows the order.“ she waved him off with a slender hand, trying to avoid the involvement of leon with the messy situation. „don’t think so.“ he muttered as an answer, the loud music around them swallowing the quiet words before reaching her ear.

leaning further against her, and pressing her cleavage against the counter, leon waved his hand at the bartender who tried to hurry past the female once again. „yo, she ordered fifteen minutes ago. what’s that kind of service, huh?“ the bartender flinched as the raspy voice reached his ears, demanding attention.

“i’m sorry. really sorry.” the man hurried away from the scene, placing twelve shot glasses on the counter and pouring the liquid into them. hand placed on the forehead, she closed the lids and shook her head at the constant desire to show dominance. “you had to scare that poor man, you really had to.”

the words were spoken like a curse, muttered into the air but leon invaded the personal space with the closure, and listened to the syllables. “please.” he snorted, not taking in the annoyed groan that left her lips. “i can’t let people ignore my beautiful girl.” a warm breath fanned across the shell of her ear, the words, merely a whisper against the smooth skin underneath the lobe.

a tint of cherry red, created by the bashfulness, covered the span of her cheeks. the last two words embedded a feeling of pride in her, slowly lifting the head again to tilt it over the shoulder. eyes connected in the thick air around them, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes infiltrated her nostrils. mixed with the familiar scent of leon’s cologne and freshly washed clothes. “you’re cute.” she muttered, a smile tugging on the corners of the glossy lips.

“and you’re pretty.” he whispered back, leaning further into her figure to press his chewed-up lips against the soft, cotton-like ones of his girlfriend. the woman, who always knew how to handle the anger issues, and the tensed state of his muscles. intrigued by the slow movements of his mouth, ways she wasn’t used to at all, she found herself losing the already clouded mind. music drowned out by a romantic melody, the shouting people disappeared in thin air. for seconds, she engulfed herself with leon’s comfortable warmth, letting her lips move gently against his.

she never got lost before she met leon. it was a party, almost the same they attended today. just with the small difference, that their first meeting wasn’t an exclusive bayern munich celebration. but she was intrigued by the way his eyes found hers, followed the motions of her hips and the simple wink, or one-sided grin when she swayed her hips.

she loved the attention she gained from him. and it hasn’t changed till today. one of his large hands moved away from the counter, holding his weight only with one left. placed on her waist, leon pushed himself further into the female’s backside as the kiss deepened. his tongue licked over her bottom lip, before pushing slightly into the mouth and reaching hers.

just as it was about to get interesting, the thought of leaving the party early and ravish the beautiful woman in his arms started to spread through his mind, someone cleared his throat beside them. with an annoyed groan, leon broke the kiss between them, letting his chin fall on her shoulder and glancing to the left side.

his best friend, joshua kimmich, found a place at the counter right beside them. “first you yell at the poor man, and now you won’t take the prepared shots, idiots.”

the blonde chuckled, pointing at the twelve glasses in front of them, which waited to be drowned by the guests. too lost in the romantic involvement, she drowned in embarrassment about being caught by joshua. “oh, and no leaving early to fuck around. not this time, goretzka.” the blonde warned, holding a fleshy pointer finger up and towards the brunette’s face.

“caught, completely exposed.” leon muttered against the smooth skin around her shoulders, chuckling quietly.

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footballerimaginess · 2 years ago

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❤️ leon goretzka pls ✨🫶🏻

❤️ first kiss / realization You and Leon had been speaking for a while now, things were going really well between the pair of you. Everything was looking great, you were regularly visiting him and going to games. As you were walking out of the stadium after a disappointing exit out of the champions league. You headed down to go and meet him, trying your best to comfort him. "I am so sorry" you whispered as you cuddled him as he leaned in for a kiss, making your jump as he had never done that before. "I needed that" Leon whispered as he cuddled into you. "I needed it too" you pulled away as you

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years ago

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An Extra Lesson Or Two

Player: Leon Goretzka Words: 2240 Warnings: giving head. Request: maybe her feeling insecure because she hasn't really given oral much and Leon agrees to teach her how to give a proper blow job?

She sits wondering how to bring up the subject that’s been playing on her mind for some time now. Leon has been patient and hasn’t brought it up too often, not wanting to drive her in the opposite direction. She’s by no means a virgin and while she enjoys giving Leon handjobs which he seems to love, she rarely uses her mouth. It’s not through not wanting to, quite the opposite. She wants to, she just doesn’t feel confident enough to and especially not with someone like him.

She’d given her ex blow jobs before but they hadn’t left her feeling as though she was ever any good at them. Sure, he’d reached his climax but it wasn’t what she expected. With each new blow job she’d given, she found her confidence decreasing instead until she settled for a handjob and he never asked her to progress and take him in her mouth again; confirming, in her mind, that she really wasn’t good at it.

But she wanted to. Wants to. Needs to.

Maybe it was the dream she’d had last night where she’d crawled between Leon’s open thighs, hands stroking over the taut skin, feeling the hard muscle beneath as it tensed beneath her touch. She still remembers the way dream Leon had stared down at her, lip caught between his teeth as he’d ran one hand through the curls upon his head. He’d gestured with his free hand for her to continue, watching as she’d made herself comfortable, pulled his hard cock free and began to use her mouth on him. He’d sounded beautiful, the feel of him in her dream was almost too realistic at times and she’d woken up alone, aroused, and with underwear that stuck to her no matter how many times she pulled them from against her core or changed them.

All day she’s thought about it. All day the images of the way he’d looked at her came back into her mind, every so often the little noises he’d made would sound and she’d find herself pausing and tightening, her pussy clenching around nothing and just making her hornier. She doesn’t want to just blurt it out but it would be easier if she did. It would be out there and over with but this isn’t something that she should, though the longer the day goes on, the harder it is for her to keep quiet and while she has this confidence to try to approach the matter, she wants to take it.

“Leon?” She says, coughing a little to clear her throat afterwards, suddenly nervous now she’s said his name because she has to go through with her question now.

“Yes, my little fidgeting ass girlfriend,” he replies, turning to look at her. With his curly hair and glasses perched on his nose, he’s the picture of innocence. He’s relaxed, chilled and hasn’t done anything remotely sexy and yet, her pussy flutters at the sight of him.

“Can I ask you something? Something personal. About me?”

“How can you ask me something about you? I don’- never mind. Go ahead.” he cuts himself off, raises his hands in defeat and watches her.

“So, I’ve been thinking about us, not in a bad way,” she quickly adds, “it’s just. I’ve been doubting myself a lot, and I trust that you would tell me the truth and-”

“Babe? Take a deep breath. Nothing is worth getting yourself worked up over like this.” He gives her a smile and places his hands on either side of her arms, holding her in place and copies her with a deep breath. “Good?”

“Am I shit at blow jobs?” She blurts and watches as his eyes widen in shock.

“You’re just going to come out with it like that?”

“I was getting nowhere and you’re not saying no so now I’m-” he cuts her off by pressing his lips to hers, not that it fully works because she still tries to speak.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Remember to breathe.”

“I’m nervous.”

“I can tell.” He gives her a small smile and waits for her to calm a little. “You’re not shit. Not even relatively close. I mean, it has been a while since…that, but I don't remember it being awful.”

“It’s just..you haven’t asked and my ex stopped asking and I don’t think I’m good at them. But then last night I dreamt I gave you one and it’s all I’ve been able to think of since.”

“You’ve been sitting here, thinking about sucking my cock all this time?” He asks, amusement dripping into his voice as he chuckles. “I’ve been thinking something is wrong.”

“So have I!” she lifts her arms and pulls an exasperated expression.

“Let me get this straight, you think you’re bad at blow jobs?”

“I have no evidence to say otherwise.”

“So what are you asking? Are you wanting to know if you are or are you wanting to learn how to get better?”

“So you do think I nee-”

“Need to stop stressing, yes.” Leon says, cutting her off and nodding as he speaks like he would if he was reprimanding a child. “You’re not going to enjoy it if you’re wondering if the other person likes it.” he presses his finger to her lips to stop her from arguing with him. “Stop it. If you’re that worried, I’ll…I don’t know, instruct you? Tell you? Guide you I guess, as to how I like it.”

“You will?” She asks, blinking several times and takes on an innocent expression that only makes his cock begin to stir to life. “Now?”

“You want to learn right now?”

“While I’m confident.” She nods eagerly and he almost chuckles, the statement a few moments ago you were anything but confident about this dances on his tongue.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She says, all humour is dropped from her expression and tone, leaving only seriousness and a look of arousal on her face.

He studies her face, watching her body language as he takes her in before nodding. “Ok, come here.” He opens his thighs and pats the tops of them, encouraging her between his legs as he takes off his glasses and carefully folds the arms of the glasses back into a resting position and places them somewhere safe. His fingers begin to work his button and zip on his jeans, his dick now in a semi hard state as he pulls it free of his clothing, she all but crawls between his open thighs eagerly.

He beckons her forward a little more and gestures for her to sit up, “I want to kiss you first. I want you to want this. I want you to need this. If you’re not mentally into it, you won’t enjoy it. You can’t be good at it if you don’t enjoy it. Not really. The receiver can feel the difference. So I need you to kiss me.”

She follows his lead as he leans in, pressing her lips to his in a light kiss that with each open mouthed one, they increase in pressure whilst still feeling soft as though he’s taking his time. They move in sync, both giving what they receive and matching it. Leon’s left hand cups her throat while his right moves down her body with his palm flat until it reaches her wrist.

His hand covers hers, guiding it to his erection. He runs her hand along the length of him before closing her fingers around his shaft and uses her hand to masturbate with. The kisses, while he tries to keep them consistent, begin to falter as her hand instinctively strokes him from tip to base and back. He’ll control her hand again when he needs the pace changing. When he stops kissing completely, his mouth remains open against hers, his eyes are closed as he savours the feel of her hand around him once more.

“Like this?” she asks.

“Yes.” it’s the only word he can manage right now and moves so that he’s no longer in her face and removes his hand from her throat.

With him keeping his eyes closed, she bites her lip nervously and glances down, watching as small pearlescent beads form at the slit. She watches as the head darkens in colour as her hand comes back to the dome. The skin of his shaft is silky soft and looks paper thin over the veins that pulse beneath her palm occasionally.

She looks back up, eyes scanning her boyfriend’s face for any sign that he’s not enjoying this, only to find him leaning back, pressing his weight into his hands. His teeth bite down against his bottom lip and his eyes are still closed. Inhaling through her nose with enough to make her chest begin to burn, she takes the opportunity and lowers her mouth and swipes her tongue over the tip. The drops of pre-cum are licked away and though it’s not much, she swallows it anyway - savouring the taste of Leon once more.

Glancing back up, she finds his eyes open and locked on her. His cheek twitches as he clenches his jaw, his eyes fluttering closed and struggling to re-open as she parts her lips once more and sinks her mouth down over the first inch or so before drawing back up. “Good girl,” he hisses. “Now back down.” She does, this time taking a little bit more into her mouth. “Swirl your tongue around the tip when yo-yes.” He groans a little as she does as he says.

His tongue quickly swipes between his lips before he sucks them in, creating a thin, hard line as he hums. She tries to take as much as she feels comfortable with, her hand resting at the base of his dick, though she’s not entirely sure if that’s right or if she just feels insecure and clumsy. She waits to use her tongue again until she’s taken him several more times but it’s not until she hollows her cheeks by accident that he really whimpers and bucks his hips.

“Exactly like that,” he whines. “Relax when you go down and -fuck.”

She feels his thighs tense up on either side of her as she begins to relax into this. With every bob of her head, her movements become more fluid and her confidence grows.

“Use your hand,” Leon instructs, a small smile curving the corners of his lips when he watches the hesitation. “Is this where my lessons begin?”

“I, erm, don’t really know what to do.” She confesses. Shame paints her cheeks and she begins to look away when two of his fingers hook under her chin and force her to look up at him.

“When your mouth goes back to the tip, your hand should follow. Think of your hand as an extension of your mouth. The two should work simultaneously.” he explains. He waits a second or two for her to mentally picture it before she tries again. With several inches in her mouth and her hand wrapped around his shaft beneath her lips, she begins to move.

She parts her lips more than needed to allow spit to dribble down the shaft and into her hand to help lubricate it, making her strokes smoother and more pleasurable - an action which brings a steady stream of expletives to roll from his tongue and makes him want to weave his fingers through her hair and tug on it gently.

He watches as his dick enters her, lips perfectly plumped and her eyes closed, concentrating on nothing more than giving him pleasure. He’d work on teaching her to deep throat her, guide her through throat training to be able to do it but for now, the sight of her before him willing and needing to give him head was such a turn on. Her following his directions and taking them on board to boost her confidence when giving him a better blow job was fucking sexy. Knowing that she’d come to him to teach her was a powerful feeling.

“Baby, I’m close. Where do you want me to cum?”

She doesn’t verbally answer, but instead pulls her mouth from him just long enough to open her mouth and sticks her tongue out, making him damn near cum on the spot.

“Do you want me t-” he’s cut off his offer to stand and to stroke himself to climax for her but she’s taking him back between her lips and resuming the pace she’d set without hesitation or building back up to it. He wants nothing more than to lay back but Leon needs to watch her as drives him to the edge, refusing to stop until he’s panting her name, his legs are trembling and finally, he’s filling her mouth with hot, thick spurts of cum.

He wants to offer her something to spit into but she pulls off him with ease and he watches as she swallows everything. There’s a smile that’s threatening to appear as she sits back on her heels and looks up at him. “Did I do ok?”

The laugh that comes from him takes him by surprise as much as it does her. “I never, ever want to hear that you feel you don’t know how to give a good blow job now because that was amazing. But if you ever feel that you need an extra lesson or two…”

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footballdesires · 2 years ago

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speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him.

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german.

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences.

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared.

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee.

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese.

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them.

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”

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