#fc bayern munich

[leonsliga]

inject it.

[helen-with-an-a]

hi, I hope you're doing well! would you be willing to write another obi smutty fic. reader gets retroactive jealousy and lena reminds y/n that she belongs to her!

Hiiiiiiii - so I've kinda of changed it a little - there's still jealousy dw but i think this is really hot ngl ahahaha. Anyways. I hope you enjoy

Jealousy

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: R gets a little jealous on a night out

Word Count: 6.7k

TW: Smut, 18+, fingering (R receiving), semi-public sex

You adored team nights out. The laughter, the music, the energy that would pulse through you was something you had yet to experience anywhere else. When you moved to Munich last season, the nights out were a chance to fully breathe and let go of the stresses of the season.

But now, with Lena here, the nights had transformed into something even more special. Having your girlfriend wrapped in your arms turned these outings from merely fun to absolutely magical. Sharing drinks, having each other close, stealing kisses ... it made your heart happy.

But there was one thing that was souring this particular night. The perky blonde with big tits who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Lena. You'd noticed her right away – she was attractive, you could admit that much. You weren't blind. Tall and curvy, with a smile that was perfectly crafted to draw people in. Perfectly highlighted bleach blonde hair and tanned skin that clearly came from a bottle. But there was an arrogance in the way she moved, in the way she so casually tried to insert herself into your space, as if she could simply will Lena’s attention away from you. It was an arrogance that told you everything you needed to know - she was used to getting her own way.

Every few minutes, you'd catch her glancing over, her eyes lingering on Lena in a way that made your blood simmer. Not that Lena seemed to notice. Your girlfriend was exactly where you wanted her, exactly where she wanted to be, pressed up against you. Her front was moulded perfectly to your back, her hands resting on your hips as you both swayed to the music. The warmth of her body against yours, the rhythm of her movements syncing with your own – it was intoxicating. It was grounding. Lena leaned forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered something that was lost in the thumping bass, but the tone of her voice, low and intimate, sent a shiver down your spine. You pressed yourself back, letting your eyes slip shut as Lena pressed a couple of teasing kisses behind your ear.

“Hallo.” The unexpected voice made you jump. Your eyes snapped open to see the blonde standing way too close for comfort.

“Um, hi?” you stammered, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. She didn’t even glance in your direction; her eyes were locked solely on Lena, as if you were nothing more than a shadow in the background.

“Hallo, ich bin Anna.” Her voice was smooth, confident, and annoyingly flirtatious. She smiled at Lena, a slow, deliberate smile that felt like a challenge. You watched in irritation as Anna's gaze swept over Lena, her eyes shamelessly taking in every curve of your girlfriend's body. Was she blind or just incredibly arrogant? Of course, you knew how gorgeous Lena was – her dark hair that framed her face perfectly, her tanned skin that seemed to glow under the club lights, and that toned, athletic body that you had admired countless times. But it wasn't for Anna to appreciate. That privilege belonged to you.

You shifted around, letting your arms slide around Lena's waist in what you hoped came off as a casual hug, though the possessiveness in the gesture was unmistakable. Lena responded immediately. Her arm draped protectively over your shoulders, pulling you closer, and she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You settled against her collarbone, feeling a surge of satisfaction as you marked your territory. It was a silent but clear message: Lena was with you.

But Anna was either too cocky or too oblivious to take the hint. "Do you want a drink?" she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet, her eyes never leaving Lena’s face. It was like you weren't even there. Your annoyance flared, a hot, simmering anger that made you purse your lips in a tight line.

“She’s got one,” you interjected, nodding toward the cocktail in Lena’s hand – the same cocktail you had been stealing sips from all night. Your words, however, seemed to evaporate into thin air. Anna acted like you hadn’t spoken at all ... like you were nothing but background noise in her attempt to flirt with your girlfriend.

Lena shifted slightly, her body tensing against yours. You felt her hold you a little tighter. “Um, no, I’m okay,” Lena finally spoke up, her voice slightly strained, clearly trying to maintain politeness whilst wishing Anna would just go away. She gave Anna a tight, uncomfortable smile, her eyes briefly flicking down to you.

Anna’s smile faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, clearly unwilling to back down so easily.

"Are you sure?" Anna pressed on, her voice taking on a slightly pleading tone. She didn't seem to understand the concept of boundaries, or maybe she just didn't care. Her eyes flickered to Lena's nearly empty glass, a sly smile creeping onto her face as if she'd found a weak spot.

“Yeah, I'm sure” Lena replied curtly. She shifted closer to you, her body seeking the comfort and support only you could provide. You could feel the tension in her posture, the way her muscles tightened. You tightened your grip on her waist, pressing a kiss to her exposed collarbone.

Anna, however, seemed undeterred. "It looks like you're almost out," she persisted, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger in a practiced, flirtatious gesture. "Let me buy you another." Her voice dripped with forced sweetness, and the way she looked at Lena made your stomach churn. Was she really this dense, or was she just enjoying the chase? You watched in horror as she winked at Lena.

Lena hesitated, glancing at you briefly before giving Anna a tight, forced smile. "Umm, n-no thank you," she stammered, clearly trying to remain polite even though the situation had long since crossed into uncomfortable territory. Her grip on you tightened, her nails digging into your side in a silent plea for this to end.

"C'mon," Anna whined, her persistence taking on a pathetic edge. She leaned in slightly, trying to capture Lena's attention once more, her voice dipping into a whine that grated on your nerves. She reached out, clearly angling to take the glass from Lena's hand and maybe let them linger a little longer.

That was the last straw. You felt a rush of anger surge through you, hot and undeniable. Without a second thought, you pushed yourself away from Lena, closing the distance between you and Anna until you were standing chest to chest with her. Your eyes locked onto hers, your gaze cold.

"Look, babes," you said, your voice low and dangerously calm. It was the kind of calm that preceded a storm. "She said no. So back off." You could see the surprise flicker in Anna's eyes, a momentary crack in her confident facade.

"And who are you?" she shot back, her voice laced with disdain as she squared her shoulders, trying to hold her ground. It was almost laughable, this game she was trying to play.

"Her girlfriend," you declared, letting the words hang in the air between you. "So fuck off." You punctuated your words with a sarcastic wave of your hand, dismissing her like the nuisance she was. You didn't raise your voice; you didn't need to. Your tone was sharp enough to cut through the heavy beat of the music around you.

Anna's mouth opened as if to retort, but nothing came out. She stood there, blinking, clearly taken aback by your directness. For a moment, it seemed like she might try to push back again, but then something shifted in her expression. Whether it was embarrassment or just the realisation that she wasn't going to win this one, you couldn't tell. She gave a small, annoyed huff, then turned on her heel and stalked off, her confidence visibly deflated.

You exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in your body begin to unwind. Turning back to Lena, you caught the look of relief in her eyes. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her again, pulling her close. She buried her face against your neck, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, "Danke."

You kissed her temple, feeling the adrenaline finally start to ebb away. "Always," you murmured into her hair. You tightened your embrace, holding her close as the music pounded around you, the lights painting kaleidoscopic patterns on the floor.

Lena breathed out a soft laugh against your neck, her body relaxing into yours. The tension that had stiffened her muscles melted away, leaving her pliant and safe in your embrace. You could feel her heartbeat slowing to match the rhythm of yours. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her face, her eyes closed, her lips curved into a small, grateful smile.

“Now I really want another drink,” you said, breaking the silence with a lightheartedness that you knew would make her smile. You felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as you watched her reaction. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with that familiar spark that made your heart skip a beat.

"Sex on the Beach?" she asked, her smile growing as she playfully suggested your go-to cocktail. There was a teasing glint in her eyes, her expression instantly lighter now that the unwanted attention had been chased away. She knew exactly how to ease the tension, to bring you both back to the playful, sexy mood you'd been in before the interruption. It was one of the many things you loved about her – the way she could turn any situation around with just a few words and that dazzling smile.

You pretended to ponder for a moment, pursing your lips as if deep in thought. "Hmm," you mused, letting the pause linger just long enough for her to start wondering. You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so that only she could hear. “I was thinking more, sex in a nightclub,” you whispered, your words laced with a suggestiveness that made her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

She blinked, her eyebrows furrowing as she processed what you had just said. Her lips parted, and for a split second, you could see the confusion in her eyes. Did she mishear you? Was she overthinking? You relished that brief moment of bewilderment before leaning in, closing the distance between you. You tilted your head, your lips finding hers with a sense of urgency and desire that left no room for doubt.

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire that made your skin tingle. It was a different kind of adrenaline this time, one of pure, unfiltered passion. Her body melted against yours as you kissed her, the world around you blurring into insignificance.

Lena responded immediately, her initial surprise dissolving into eagerness. Her hands moved up to cup your face, fingers threading through your hair as she pulled you even closer. You could feel her smile against your lips, a silent acknowledgement that she was very much on board with where this was going. You deepened the kiss, your hands sliding across back, pressing her body flush against yours as heat pooled in your stomach.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, her eyes were darker, filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. She looked up at you, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen. "Well," she breathed out, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. "I guess I could be persuaded."

You chuckled, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the way she was looking at you, like you were the only person in the room. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Lena, the two of you wrapped up in a moment that felt both thrilling and absolutely right.

"Then what are we waiting for?" you murmured, your voice husky as you traced the waistline of her trousers. Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes never leaving yours. With a mischievous smile, she took your hand, lacing her fingers with yours, and led you toward the back of the club where the shadows beckoned.

The bathroom was surprisingly decent, definitely better than some of the dingy, cramped ones you'd encountered in other clubs. Here, the lighting was dim but the floors were relatively clean, and the air, while not exactly fresh, lacked that overpowering stench of sweat and spilt alcohol that often clung to nightclub toilets. Most importantly, the stalls were designed for privacy. They were floor-to-ceiling doors, more like small, private rooms than the usual flimsy partitions that left too much to the imagination. The doors even had locks that looked like they might actually work.

Lena's hand was warm and insistent in yours as she led you toward one of the stalls, her eyes flicking around the room with a mix of urgency and caution. She paused just outside one of the stalls, hesitating for a split second, her gaze sweeping over the bathroom one last time to make sure you were somewhat alone. The music from the club was muffled, just a distant thumping bass that vibrated through the walls.

Satisfied that no one else was in the bathroom, Lena pushed open the stall door and pulled you inside with a quick, fluid motion. The door clicked shut behind you, the lock sliding into place with a solidness that made you feel unexpectedly secure. It was a small space, barely enough room for the two of you to stand comfortably, but that only added to the thrill of it all. The walls were painted a dark colour, and the dim light filtering from the ceiling created an oddly intimate vibe.

Lena turned to face you, her eyes dark and intense in the half-light. There was a glimmer in her gaze, a mixture of desire and mischief that sent a shiver down your spine. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming out in short, eager bursts. You could see the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her pupils were dilated, and it sent a rush of heat straight through you. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension crackling in the air between you like a live wire.

Lena's eyes searched yours, looking for something – reassurance, consent, the same wild hunger she knew was mirrored in her own. You felt her hand tighten around yours, a silent question that needed no words. In response, you pressed your body against hers, backing her up against the wall of the stall. Her breath hitched as her back made contact with the cool surface, and a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips. You took a moment to relish the feeling of her body against yours, the way her curves fit perfectly with the angles of your own.

You brought your free hand up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing lightly across her skin. Lena leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for just a second, a soft sigh escaping her as the tension between you coiled tighter. When she opened her eyes again, there was no hesitation, only an intense focus on you, like you were the only thing that existed in her world at that moment.

She surged forward, closing the distance between you, her lips crashing into yours with a force that took your breath away. It was a kiss that was hungry and raw, filled with urgency. Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer.

Your mind spun with the sensation of her – her taste, her scent, the warmth of her body against yours. It was intoxicating, all-consuming. You moaned as she dominated the kiss, slowly walking you backwards and spinning you around.

She pressed you back against the stall wall with a deliberate force that sent a jolt of excitement through your entire body. The cool, solid surface contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her, every sensation magnified as her hips pinned you in place. Her thumbs dug into your sides, rubbing maddening circles on your waist. The touch was firm yet teasing, sending shivers of electricity through you, making it almost impossible to think clearly. Even through the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel the warmth of her hands burning into your skin.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your breathing. For a split second, the only sounds were the frantic thudding of your heart and the distant bass of the music outside. But Lena didn’t waste a moment. As soon as your lips parted, she moved lower, trailing her mouth along your jaw with a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your head tilt back against the wall. You were completely at her mercy, the desire coursing through you leaving you pliant and trembling beneath her touch.

Her lips found your neck, and a strangled gasp escaped your mouth as she began to suck on the sensitive skin just below your ear. It was a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, her teeth grazing your flesh before her tongue soothed the slight sting. Each gentle bite was followed by the soft pressure of her lips, her movements precise and intentional. Lena knew exactly how to unravel you piece by piece. She worked slowly, her mouth mapping out a trail of sensations that left your skin tingling and hot. When she finally began to suck in earnest, you could feel the blood rushing to the surface, a bruise forming as she worked.

Your hands flew to her hair instinctively, fingers threading through the soft strands as you gripped tightly, pulling her closer. You needed to feel her, to keep her pressed against you, to let her know that you were completely hers. Your nails scraped lightly against her scalp, and you felt her shudder against you, a low, satisfied hum vibrating from her lips and into your skin. She took the encouragement with a hunger that left you breathless, her teeth nipping at the tender spot where your neck met your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you let yourself drown in the sensation of her mouth on you, each kiss, each bite sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. Her hands had moved lower, fingers now tracing the hem of your dress, skimming the bare skin of your thighs. The contrast between her rough, possessive kisses and the light, teasing touch of her hands was driving you wild, a constant push and pull that left you teetering on the edge of control.

She shifted her hips slightly, pressing even closer to you, and you could feel the hard lines of her body against yours, the way she moved with a fluidity that had you melting into her. The stall around you seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with the scent of her perfume and desire. You arched against her, seeking more contact, more of the delicious friction that made your head spin. You could hear her breath hitch against your neck, the slight falter in her movements as she responded to your need with a fervour that matched your own.

Lena finally pulled back, her eyes dark and glazed with lust as she looked at you. Her breathing was ragged, her lips swollen from the kisses, and she looked at you like she was on the brink of losing herself completely. You held her gaze, your own chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to steady yourself, but the fire in her eyes only made you want her more.

“You gonna be my good girl?” Lena whispered in your ear, her voice low and sultry, dripping with a promise that sent a wave of heat rushing through you. Her lips brushed the shell of your ear as she spoke, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. Her breath was hot against your skin, making your legs weak. You could only nod in response, your throat too tight with desire to form coherent words. The anticipation curled inside you, coiling like a spring ready to snap, leaving you acutely aware of every inch of her pressed against you.

Lena's lips moved down to your neck again, grazing the sensitive skin there before she continued, her voice now a husky murmur. “You gonna let me have my way with you?” The question was almost a growl, laced with a dangerous edge that made your heart race. You couldn't help the needy sound that escaped your throat, a half-gasp, half-moan that only seemed to spur her on. She shifted her hips against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body moved with a predatory grace that made you feel utterly and deliciously at her mercy.

Her hands trailed up your sides, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they moved beneath the hem of your dress. She pushed the fabric higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air, and you gasped as her fingertips skimmed along the edge of your underwear, teasing but not yet giving you what you so desperately craved. "You gonna let me fuck you?" she whispered, her voice growing darker, more possessive. Your back arched instinctively, pressing yourself closer to her, trying to chase the sensation, to force her hand.

You moaned at her words, your mind reeling. Lena's lips curved into a wicked smile against your skin, her teeth grazing your collarbone as she took your reaction as the permission she needed to push you further. "Right here?" she continued, her voice a seductive purr. "In this nightclub bathroom?" Her teeth nipped at the delicate skin of your shoulder, and you felt your knees threaten to give way.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, and you bit down on your lip to stifle the cry that rose in your throat. The bathroom stall suddenly felt even smaller, the walls pressing in around you, intensifying the heat and the scent of your arousal hung in the air. "Where anyone could walk in?" she went on, her voice dropping to a near-growl as her fingers dipped lower, hovering right where you needed her most.

"Where our team could hear us?" she pressed, her voice filled with a dark glee that sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over you. Her fingers teased at your entrance, slick with your desire, and you choked on a moan, your hands flying to her shoulders, clutching at her for support as your body shuddered. You could barely think, your mind fogged with the intoxicating mix of excitement and raw lust. You were on the edge, teetering in that space between pleasure and the thrill of getting caught. The thought of someone hearing you, knowing exactly what was happening, made you burn hotter.

"Where Anna could hear us?" Lena's voice was a whisper now, her lips brushing against the tender skin just below your ear as she spoke. The mention of Anna sent a surge of possessiveness through you, mingling with the desire already flooding your system. The idea of the blonde hearing you, knowing that Lena was yours and only yours, made something primal flare up inside you. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling against hers as you nodded frantically, unable to find your voice to answer.

Lena didn't need to hear your words; she could feel your answer in the way your body responded to her. In the way you clung to her, the way your hips moved involuntarily, seeking the friction that would drive you over the edge. She chuckled softly, a low, dangerous sound that sent another wave of heat crashing through you. Her fingers finally slid inside you, and you cried out, your head falling back against the stall wall with a thud. Your body arched against her, your nails digging into her shoulders as you lost yourself in the sensation of her touch.

"That's it," Lena murmured, her voice a dark caress against your skin. "Be my good girl. Let them hear you." Her pace quickened, her thumb circling where you needed it most, and you felt your control slipping, the world around you blurring into a haze of pleasure. The risk, the thrill of being caught, only heightened everything. You were hers ... you would give her everything she asked for.

You let your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, your breath hitching with every skilful movement of Lena’s fingers. She knew your body so well, every spot that made you quiver, every place that made you lose control. Each stroke sent jolts of ecstasy surging through your veins, building an almost unbearable tension within you. "Lift your leg, baby. Open up for me." She nudged one of your legs with her knee, knocking it out to the side. You did as she asked, propping your foot up on the edge of the toilet as you moaned loudly.

The new position granted her deeper access, and you felt a fresh surge of heat as she pushed inside you with a relentless rhythm. You could feel yourself clenching around her fingers, your body reacting to every movement, every twist of her wrist. Your breath came out in ragged pants, mixing with the soft, wet sounds of her fingers working you over. You could hear yourself moaning, loud and uninhibited, the sound echoing off the stall walls. But you were far beyond embarrassment now; the pleasure was are too good for you to concentrate on anything else.

Lena's free hand moved to your mouth, her fingers pressing against your lips, demanding entrance. You parted your lips without hesitation, your mouth opening for her. She pushed her fingers inside, rough and insistent, pressing down on your tongue. You sucked on them instinctively, tasting the spilt drink from earlier, feeling the pressure of her fingers against the roof of your mouth. Her eyes bore into yours, watching every reaction, every shudder that coursed through your body. You barely keep your eyes open, everything feeling far too much yet not enough all at the same time.

Her thumb found your clit, brushing it with a firm, circular motion that had you screaming around her fingers. Your back arched, your body straining against the pleasure that was quickly becoming too much to bear. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the world around you narrowing down to the points of contact where her skin met yours. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "That's it, baby. Tell them who makes you feel this good." Her voice was low and commanding, each word sinking into your mind and taking root.

You moaned her name, the sound muffled and garbled around the fingers in your mouth. It didn’t matter that it came out unintelligible, slurred and desperate – anyone who heard you would know exactly who was making you come undone. "Lena," you whimpered again, the word falling from your lips like a prayer, an invocation of the woman who was pushing you past the limits of control. The combination of her fingers inside you, the thumb on your clit, and the ones pressing down on your tongue was overwhelming, your head spinning as bolts of electricity soared through your body.

Her thumb moved faster, circling in time with the thrusts of her fingers, and you felt the tension in your core tighten almost unbearably. Your eyes rolled back, your body beginning to tremble as you edged closer and closer to release. Lena's fingers pressed deeper into your mouth, her palm cupping your chin, holding you in place as you writhed against her. You could feel her watching you, her eyes dark with lust, her expression one of pure dominance. She wanted you to fall apart, to let go completely, and you knew you were about to give her exactly what she wanted.

You screamed around Lena’s fingers, your entire body seizing up as the orgasm ripped through you with a force that left you gasping for air. Your muscles tightened, your hips bucking against her hand as the pleasure surged through every nerve ending, leaving you shaking and crying out her name. The world around you blurred, dissolving into nothing but the sensation of Lena's touch and the sounds of your own pleasure filling the small stall.

She didn’t stop, riding you through it, drawing every last bit of sensation from your body until you were a trembling, boneless mess against the wall. You could barely think, barely breathe, as the aftershocks rippled through you. She slowly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, your lips releasing them with a soft, wet pop. She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing gently across your bottom lip as she watched you come down, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and possessive pride.

"That's my good girl," she murmured, her voice tender now, a stark contrast to the raw dominance she’d wielded moments before. You melted into her touch, your body still quivering as you leaned into her, craving the comfort and safety of her embrace after the intensity of what had just transpired.

She withdrew her fingers slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. There was something undeniably sexy about the way she maintained that eye contact, a silent communication that spoke of ownership and desire. She brought her glistening fingers to her lips, her gaze never wavering as she slipped them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them sensuously. "Mmmm," she hummed with obvious satisfaction, her eyes darkening as she tasted you. "Taste so good, baby." Her voice was a husky murmur, the sound of it sending another shiver down your spine.

Her hands moved to your waist, her fingers drawing soothing, lazy patterns across your skin. You felt the warmth of her palms seeping through the thin fabric of your dress. Your legs were still trembling, your body spent from the sheer force of your orgasm, but her touch, as always, had the power to both calm and ignite you at the same time.

You looked up at her, your eyes wide and hazy with lingering desire. She leaned down, closing the small distance between you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was gentle yet insistent. Her lips were soft against yours, moving with a tenderness that made your heart swell. You melted into her kiss, your arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer, craving something only she could give you.

She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours as she spoke, her breath warm on your lips. "What do you think about ditching the night out and just heading home?"

You raised an eyebrow at her, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "And what would we do at home?" you teased, your voice light despite the way your heart pounded.

Lena pretended to consider her options, her lips pursed. "Hmmm," she mused, drawing the sound out as she traced her fingers idly along your waist. "Well," she began slowly, her eyes glinting with mischief, "we could go home, have a nice, warm shower, get into bed, and have a relatively early night." She paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"Or..." She let the word trail off, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "We could go home, and I could absolutely rail you with the strap." Her voice was husky, each word dripping with promise. "I could make you feel so good," she continued, her hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you flush against her. "I could stretch you out," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin, "make you forget all about Anna." You felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling low in your belly. "Make you forget your own name." You swallowed. "I could fuck you so good that you can't walk tomorrow, that the only thing you know is who is making you feel so, so god."

You stood there, utterly stunned by her confidence, your mind reeling at the vivid images her words conjured. You blinked at her, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as you struggled to form a coherent response. The idea of her taking you home, of the things she was promising to do to you, left you dizzy with desire. You could feel your cheeks flush, heat spreading through your body as you absorbed the full impact of what she was offering.

"T-two," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. You swallowed hard, your mouth dry as you tried again. "Two. I pick option two."

Lena chuckled softly, the sound rich and sultry as it reverberated through the small stall. She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in your flustered state. "Gute Wahl," she purred, her lips quirking into a wicked smile. She placed a lingering kiss on your lips, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip before she pulled away. "Let's get out of here, then," she said, her voice carrying a note of authority that made you shiver in excitement.

She opened the stall door, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear before taking your hand and leading you out. She guided you through the crowd, her grip on your hand firm and possessive. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you moved toward the exit, barely waving at the girls as you walked past.

Your heart raced with a mixture of nerves and excitement as you followed her outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin as you stepped onto the street. Lena flagged down a cab with a quick wave, opening the door and ushering you inside. She slid in beside you, her hand immediately finding its place on your thigh, squeezing lightly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You have no idea what you're in for tonight."

[woso-lover]

Home is, whenever I'm with you | Lena Oberdorf

Lena Oberdorf x german!bayern munich!reader

Summary: Lena suprises you with her move to your childhood club. To finally be with you properly.

Warnings: a bit of angst, fluff

English is not my first language

Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Girl, I never loved one like you

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You grew up in Munich. Everything you know is there. Your famil. Your friends. Your bestfriend, Sydney. Your club.... Everything you loved was in one place. Exept your home, your lover, Lena Oberdorf. She plays for Wolfsburg. That wouldn't be the problem, even trought its the rival, but Wolfsburg is too far away from Munich, to see each other more then once in a month. And its slowly infecting your realationship.

It's started when you both grow out of the honeymoon phase. That doesn't mean you're stopped being smitten about each other. But the distant made it worse. A 6 hours drive or a one hour flight. It started to come to much.

It wasn't because of the lack of trust you have for each other. You trust each other very much. But you missed the closeness, the cuddles or the kisses. The things you would only get, if you play each other or in the german camp. It was rarely that one come to visit the other. To caught up with training for your clubs.

So everytime the national break started, you follow each other like lost puppies. It's mostly Lena, who follows you everywhere. Her Wolfsburg teammates will tease all the time, when the break is going to start or gets closer. But she doesn't care. She only cares about being close to you.

But you follow her everywhere too. And your teammates tease you about that too. Like obi, you don't care either. You're just happy being with her again.

-

To the problem is only one solution. One has the move clubs. But you both are too stuborn.

"I'm not moving away, liebling. (Darling) I have everything here."

"I change would look on you, baby. You can't always stay in the same place your whole life." Obi argues back on a face time call. It wasn't a fight. More like a discussion, in wich you both bring the same arguments over and over again.

"You know i can't handle change. And it would be a change for you too."

"I know you can't. And i already had a change. I moved from Essen. There wouldn't be so much change. You know half of the from national and you got friends with Lynn."

You look away, to the wall, feeling defeated. "Ha Gotcha, Schatz. (honey)" Obi said happily. "If you move to Bayern, you can play with and see Lea more often." You knew what the Lea card would do. You know that Lena misses to play in the same team as Lea, like in Essen.

"Didn't you wanted to show me your new tattoo idea?" Obi distracts from the topic.

You knew Obi wants to distracts from the topic. She was a bad loser and she knew how right you were, Obi just didn't want to admit that. So you played along.

"What do you think of something like that?" You showed her a page from your sketchbook.

Since then none of you dared to bring up the topic again. In the meanwhile Obi has gotten an offer from bayern munich. She didn't know what to do with it. Should she tell you? Should she ignore it? These question were toturing her mind.

-

Her solution: She's going to ask on national break what you would say if she got an offer from your beloved club.

But unfortunately the right time wouldn't come to Lena. Everytime she was close of telling you something happened. So she finally decide to say it to you no matter what.

She walked into the chill room, wich she knew you mostly are. You were there but you talked with Sydney. She didn't mean to overhear, but she stayed as she heard her own name out if your mouth.

"I love Lena, but i don't know how long it's going to work" Obis face fell. She doesn't want you to think like that. She wants to be with you forever. With sad face she walks away. She talks to you after your conversation with Sydney. But she stopped as she heard Sydney speaking.

"Don't say stupid shit like that. It's going to work out. You both are so smitten and follow each other like lost puppies. It makes me love sick. It's getting to the point to become disgusting."

"Yeah because your Single" you chuckle and on Obis face a smile grows.

"But i'm serious. If you leave, then there would be nothing much different. You still have me and Klara. We still be friends and pull pranks on camp or annoy Laura. Okay? You still got us and the team. We're a big family." Sydney hugs you.

'That's why' Obi realized. You're scared that if you move, your friends will turn their back on you. Obi walked away with smile. Knowing what she's about to do, calling her agent.

-

You were more then suprised as Lena said she will be visiting for a few days, but gadly take it. With Lena being in Munich you were happier. Sydney and Klara took notice of it and asked themselves why. But they got the answer, when Lena picks you up from training.

"Hope it wasn't too boring, being alone." You kissed Obi. After you two broke apart, you hugged her. Behind your back Sydney, Klara and Georgia made gagging faces. Lena rolled her eyes at them.

"No it wasn't, Liebling" It really wasn't. It was exhausting. She was talking with the club, her agent and the Bayern coach. All to negotiate her move to Bayern Munich.

-

The day she signed the contract she had mixed feelings. The tought of leaving Jule behind haunted her. But the blonde told her to go, to get her girl. It made Obi feel a bit better about it, but not fully. The other side was excitment. To be near you. To kiss you everyday. To cuddle with you. To cook with you. To do everything with you.

-

Before the national camp in february the romurs of Lenas move spread over. You saw it too, of course. You didn't know how to feel. There was hope, but you knew to not trust rumors. And Obi wasn't a help either. She only said that she didn't know how or why there are rumors. It broke her heart to see your face fell, just to cover it up quickly with a smile.

-

On the 14th february her move to Bayern will be officinal. She came to munich for the day, because of valentines. She knew you had a came on the evening, so she took you on a date for lunch. The whole day you weren't allowed to look on your phone. You wondered why and asked her. She only told you it would ruin her suprise.

After lunch in your favourite restaurant she took you to your favourite park, in wich you finally were allowed to look on your phone. You looked confussed at her but did anyway.

"Now go on insta"

"Obi what have you done?"

"Nothing" she smiles at you.

You looked on your phone your confussed look turned into shock. You looked up at Obi, who smiled slyly at you. "Suprise?"

"You fucking idiot. I love you" You run to Lena and hug her. "But why would you do that? You didn't had to"

"I know. But i love you. And Bayern didn't Sound that bad." With that she kisses you. Happy play with you next season and to in with you

[woso-story]

Tattoo

Georgia Stanway x Reader

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in Munich, and the light coming through the windows of your apartment illuminated the cozy room you and Georgia had made your own. You could hear the faint hum of the city outside, the distant sound of pedestrians chatting and the occasional car passing by. Everything felt like it was in its place, and life, in all its simplicity, was perfect.

Georgia, your beautiful and talented girlfriend, was sitting across from you, her brow furrowed in concentration. You’d been looking forward to this moment for a while now. Today, she was going to give you your first tattoo.

You had always wanted to be inked by her, but every time you brought it up, she would laugh it off, saying she wasn’t ready yet, that she needed more practice. You never pushed her; you respected her decision. But now, the day had finally arrived. She was going to give you a tattoo.

You had been through a lot together since Georgia moved from Manchester to Munich. Her transfer had been a big change for both of you, but it felt like everything clicked when she arrived in Munich. The city was beautiful, the people were warm, and although the German language had posed a challenge at first, Georgia had found her place. She had found her second family with Bayern, and you, her constant support, had become her home away from home.

She had even found a new hobby here, a little tattoo studio called Pardon Paris, where she spent time with new friends and got better at her craft. It had become one of the places where she felt completely herself. And watching her tattoo others—like your teammates—was always a moment of joy for you. It was like seeing her in her element, just like when she was on the pitch. The focus, the concentration, the way she moved with such grace… it was mesmerizing.

Today, though, it was your turn.

You were laying on a lounger, your arm stretched out for her. She kept glancing over at you, a mix of excitement and nerves on her face. You knew how she was, how she had nerves of steel when it came to big matches—Champions League matches, league cup finals, even the Euro final—but now? She looked genuinely terrified.

You couldn't help but find it endearing. "G,” you called softly, your voice reassuring. “It’s going to be perfect. I know it will. You’ve got this.”

She met your gaze, a smile tugging at her lips. The nervousness didn’t fade, but you could see the gratitude in her eyes. “Thanks,” she murmured, taking a deep breath as she got up and moved to her tattoo station. She adjusted her gloves, setting her tools in place.

You relaxed, watching her with admiration. As much as she was nervous, you could see how focused she became once she started working. It was the same way she was on the field—intense, passionate, and fully committed. You had no doubt that this would be a work of art.

Half an hour later, it was done.

You sat up slowly, your gaze falling on your new tattoo. It was simple, yet meaningful. The year 2022, written in Roman numerals. MMXXII. It wasn’t just a number; it was the year that meant so much to both of you.

2022 had been a year full of highs and lows. It had been the year you started your first full season with the first team at Bayern, which ended with the title win. The year you earned your place within the team. It had also been the year of the Euro final, your first big tournament, where you had suffered the pain of loss—but you had also learned and grown. And most importantly, 2022 had been the year you met Georgia—the woman who had turned your life into something even more beautiful than you could have imagined.

You looked at her, still holding your arm up, waiting for her reaction. She was sitting back, her face shy, almost apprehensive. “What do you think?” she asked quietly.

Without hesitation, you leaned over and kissed her, your lips pressing softly to hers. When you pulled away, you smiled, the words coming easily. “It’s amazing. Exactly what I wanted.”

Her smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with pride. “Really?”

You nodded, your heart full. “Absolutely. And you’re definitely allowed to give me more tattoos in the future. You’re not that bad,” you teased with a grin.

She laughed, a soft, genuine sound that filled the room with warmth. “Well, I’m glad you like it. And I’m glad you trust me enough to let me do this.”

“I trust you with everything,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “Especially this.”

The smile she gave you made your heart skip a beat, and in that moment, you knew she felt the same way. She was your person, the one who made everything better. Life was perfect because of her. And no matter what happened in the future, you’d be by her side—on and off the pitch, in every tattoo, in every game, and in every moment.

She leaned in for another kiss, and as your lips met, you couldn’t help but think that this, this life, was exactly where you were meant to be.

And as she pulled away, still holding you close, you whispered, “You’re my home, Georgia. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her smile was everything. “And you’re mine.”

[miroslavcloset]

[nikamuehl]

that should be me ahh photo

[gurxreiten]

[dailywusiala]

03.11.24 FCBB04 DFB Cup round of 16

after a really eventful game leverkusen won 1:0. can't really say a lot right now as I'm still pretty wound up.

[andtheywerefootballers]

This pookie. This cutie patootie. This powder sugar glaze. This chocolate chip cookie, this god damn too sweet apple crumble served with vanilla ice cream. I mean look at him, look at ma boy

[milfsalah]

FC Bayern as Texts, Pt 1

[cutesoccerguys]

[leonsliga]

📸: Leon Goretzka & Jamal Musiala | FC Bayern München vs. VfB Stuttgart | 28.02.2025

[helen-with-an-a]

Christmas Eve (18+)

Did I technically write a Christmas fic back in august? Yes, yes I did. Oh well. Also, will I ever learn to write shorter smut fics? Probably not. Hope everyone has a veyr merry christmas and a happy holidays.

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: Not much else to say beyond a smutty, indulgent Christmas Eve fic.

Word Count: 6.2k

TW: Smut, 18+, cunnilingus, fingering and strap usage (all R receiving: sub-ish reader; dom-ish Lena)

Munich at Christmas was like stepping into a fairytale, a magical transformation where the city seemed to be lifted straight from the pages of a storybook. The cobblestone streets and buildings, bathed in a soft glow from countless twinkling lights, created a scene of enchanting beauty. The crisp, cold air was rich with the enticing aromas of roasting chestnuts and spiced mulled wine, mingling seamlessly with the cheerful strains of festive music and the lively chatter of holiday shoppers. Every corner you turned revealed a new wonder, from the meticulously adorned Christmas markets brimming with handcrafted ornaments and delicious treats to the captivating window displays. The gentle dusting of snow on the historic city added a timeless charm, making it feel as though you had been transported to a world where reality and fantasy intertwined. It was an experience unlike anything you had ever known before, utterly enchanting and deeply immersive.

Experiencing Munich at Christmas with Lena was like stepping into an entirely different realm – one where magic seemed to breathe life into every moment. The city's festive lights, casting a warm, golden hue, mirrored the sparkle in Lena’s brown eyes, which glistened with an extraordinary brilliance that seemed to enhance the holiday magic around you. The crisp winter wind, playfully nipping at your cheeks, had a special way of turning Lena’s face a delightful shade of pink, which stood out beautifully against the snowy backdrop. Her laughter, clear and bright against the wintry air, harmonised perfectly with the joyful ambiance of the season. Wandering through the bustling Christmas markets and admiring the sparkling decorations, each shared glance and tender touch between you felt imbued with a deep, intimate charm, making the experience even more special.

It was Christmas Eve – the anticipation in the air palpable, like the calm before a beautiful storm of festivity. This was your second holiday season with Lena, and there was a special warmth to the occasion. This year, you were spending it together.

Last year had been different. You were in Munich, immersed in the whirlwind of establishing your new life and settling into your new routine, while Lena remained in Wolfsburg, tending to her own commitments and responsibilities. You had managed to visit your family for a while, taking a break from the hustle and bustle of Munich whilst Lena ad returned to her family, spending the holidays with her parents.

Now, however, everything was different. You were wrapped in each other’s arms, lying snuggled up on your bed. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the gentle, soothing presence of Lena beside you. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, golden light across the room, creating an intimate haven away from the wintry chill.

As you lay together, t the quiet hum of the city outside and the faint, distant sounds of holiday celebrations were nothing more than gentle background whispers. The peacefulness of the moment felt almost sacred, as if the world had paused just for you two.

“Can you believe it’s Christmas?” you whispered softly, careful not to disrupt the serene bubble you were both nestled in.

“It’s gone by scarily fast,” Lena murmured in reply, her voice equally gentle. Her fingers, delicate and soothing, traced through your hair with a tender rhythm that deepened your relaxation as you pressed your face further into her chest.

“But it’s been a good year, I think,” you continued, reflecting on the time that had passed.

“A very good year,” Lena agreed, her words carrying a warmth that matched the cozy atmosphere around you.

You let the question linger in the quiet space, pondering the highlights of the year that had flown by. “What was your favourite part?” you mused, intrigued by her reflections.

“Hmmm,” Lena considered, her fingers continuing their soothing journey through your hair. “Well, football-wise, I’ve got to say the Olympics. I know I wasn’t there for the actual thing but qualifying and seeing all the girls was absolutely insane. Or maybe qualifying for the Euros?”

“And outside of football?” you prompted, eager to hear what else had stuck out to her.

“You,” Lena replied simply, her voice filled with an earnest affection that made your heart swell.

“So cheesy, baby,” you laughed, though your embrace tightened around her, savouring the genuine sentiment behind her words.

“What can I say?” Lena continued, her tone playful yet heartfelt. “I moved in with my favourite girl. I get to wake up with the love of my life in my arms every day. I got to celebrate my birthday with you in person – not just over the phone. You were there for me when I did my knee, in ways I didn’t even realise I needed. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” You whispered, your voice a tender caress in the stillness of the room. As you spoke, you looked up at her, allowing yourself to fully take in the serene beauty of her face illuminated by the soft, warm light. Your gaze lingered on the subtle blush that coloured her cheeks, a delicate hint of pink that seemed to glow even more against the backdrop of the room’s gentle ambiance.

You leaned down, allowing yourself to savour the moment as you pressed a languid kiss to her lips. As your lips met hers, you could feel the subtle texture of her skin – soft and velvety, with just a hint of the natural warmth that had made her blush. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a lingering caress that spoke of the bond you shared and the comfort of being together. Each movement was a delicate dance, a melding of sensations that heightened the sense of closeness and connection.

You could taste the faint hint of the mint she’d had earlier, mingling with the natural sweetness of her lips, creating a sensation that was both refreshing and deeply satisfying. The kiss deepened as you pressed closer, savouring the intimate warmth and the gentle way her lips responded to yours, creating a moment of pure, unspoken communication.

You gently shifted your position, moving with a deliberate grace until you were straddling her. Her hands, guided by a touch that was both tender and appreciative, trailed down your body with a soft, almost exploratory movement. They found their way to your arse squeezing gently, the touch warm and affirming as if she were appreciating the closeness between you.

You allowed your fingers to slip beneath the hem of her hoodie, seeking the bare skin of her abdomen. The sensation of her warm, smooth skin against your fingertips was electrifying. You traced light, playful scratches along her abs, feeling the subtle shift of her muscles under your touch. She shuddered below you, letting out a quiet whimper at the feeling.

“Oh, I like that sound,” you teased softly, a playful glint in your eyes as you registered the reaction. Lena wasn’t usually the most vocal of lovers, her expressions of pleasure often subtle but profoundly meaningful. The gentle moans and sharp, breathy gasps she made were a personal symphony to you, each sound a cherished note in the intimate music.

With a deliberate and affectionate touch, you pushed your hand up further, exploring the smooth, warm curve of her breast. The sensation of her skin against your palm was intoxicating. Your thumb lightly brushed over her nipple, feeling the delicate response under your touch. The soft, responsive sigh that escaped her lips was like a gift, a sound that made your heart swell with pleasure and affection.

“I like that one even more,” you murmured with a loving smile, leaning down to capture her lips with yours again. The kiss was tender and lingering, your tongue licking into her mouth with practised ease.

You felt Lena’s hands begin to gently paw at the hem of your top, a silent and tentative request for permission to remove it. The touch was light and almost hesitant, filled with a soft, unspoken yearning. You pulled back slightly, giving her a reassuring nod that allowed her to proceed. With a delicate, practiced motion, Lena began to gather the fabric, her fingers deftly working to bunch it up as she prepared to remove it.

As you pulled the material over your head, the cool air met your skin, heightening the sensation of Lena’s lips as they began to explore. Her kisses were gentle and deliberate, a tender exploration that traced a path across your exposed skin. Each touch of her lips was a sweet caress or a teasing bite as she marked her path.

When Lena’s lips finally found their way to your nipple, the sensation was electrifying. The softness of her lips, coupled with the occasional light scrape of her teeth, sent shivers of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t help but moan, your sounds spilling out almost embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room. Your hands flying to her head, your fingers locking themselves in her hair trying to keep her against you.

Soon, you found yourself lying comfortably on your back, your hair spread out around you like a halo of soft, dishevelled strands. The cool bedding beneath you contrasted with the warmth of your skin.

As you settled into this new position, your gaze followed Lena with a mix of admiration and anticipation. You watched as she stepped into her harness with practiced ease, her movements fluid and confident. Each motion was deliberate, showcasing her well-toned physique. The harness itself was sleek and black but it was the way it accentuated her body that caught your eye. Her muscles, sculpted and defined from both athletic training and natural grace, were highlighted as she adjusted the straps. Your eyes lingered appreciatively on her form, tracing the contours of her strong shoulders, the curve of her waist, and the firm lines of her abdomen. The play of light and shadow over her skin only served to enhance the visual allure. You found yourself captivated not just by her physical appearance but by the confidence and poise with which she wore her body, making every movement seem both effortless and graceful.

When she turned back to face you, you could already feel the blush rising on your cheeks, a warm flush that betrayed your appreciation. Her eyes caught the telltale signs of your reaction, and a playful smirk tugged at her lips. “Were you staring at me?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing lilt that matched the glint in her eyes.

“Just appreciating the view,” you replied with a cheeky grin, trying to downplay your obvious admiration.

“So you were staring?” she pressed, her tone light but with an edge of mock seriousness.

“I was looking at my sexy-ass girlfriend who is getting ready to fuck me into the middle of next week. If that’s a crime, then lock me up, officer,” you said, your voice dripping with playful confidence and affection.

Her eyes widened slightly at your bold statement, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing in her gaze. “I didn’t know you were into role play,” she teased, her tone lightening even further as she walked closer, clearly enjoying herself.

Before you could muster a witty retort or respond to her teasing, she took decisive action. With a sudden, swift movement, she grabbed your hips roughly, her hands firm and assertive. She pulled you along the bed with an effortless strength, guiding you until your legs dangled off the edge, a deliciously vulnerable position that had your mind reeling at the possibilities of what was about to happen.

“Fuck me,” you breathed out, the words coming as a whisper, still shocked from such a causal display of strength.

“Not yet,” she smirked, her voice a sultry promise as she leaned closer, the playful edge in her tone contrasting with the palpable desire in the room. Her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you want to look away.

You watched with a mix of anticipation and admiration as Lena, her movements deliberate and teasing, slowly sank down onto her knees. Your body was propped up on your elbows, giving you a perfect vantage point to observe the graceful way she moved. The slow descent was both captivating and arousing, making you grow wetter by the second.

“Wait,” you called out, a note of concern slipping into your voice. “Your knee, Lena. Be careful.” Panic fluttered in your chest, a sudden rush of worry that overshadowed your earlier excitement. You could see the faint tension in her posture as she adjusted her position, a reminder of her recent injury that had been a concern for both of you.

Lena looked up at you with a reassuring smile, her expression warm and calming. “I’m okay, Schatz,” she murmured, her voice gentle and soothing as she pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to your thigh. The tender gesture was reassuring, helping to calm your mind a little.

“No wait,” you floundered, your concern not yet fully eased. “Uh, here,” you stammered as you twisted your hands around in search of a solution. Your fingers fumbled as you reached for a pillow, your mind racing to find a way to ensure her comfort and safety. You managed to grab the pillow and quickly brought it down, handing it to her to gently rest on.

The sight of her settling onto the pillow, her movements now cushioned and more comfortable, brought a wave of relief. You watched her with a mix of gratitude and affection, feeling a deep sense of care and protectiveness. The moment, while filled with tension, also highlighted the tenderness and attentiveness that characterised your relationship.

As Lena adjusted her position, her eyes met yours with a grateful smile, a silent acknowledgment of your concern and effort. The warmth and appreciation in her gaze were palpable.

“You can continue,” you said with a rueful smile, nodding at her to restart where you had just left off.

“Oh, can I?” Lena replied, her voice laced with a teasing edge that hinted at her eagerness to resume. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection.

“Yes, yes you can,” you confirmed, sticking your tongue out cheekily. Your legs shifted slightly, opening up a little more as a subtle invitation for Lena to come closer.

Lena responded to your playful invitation with a smile that was both appreciative and teasing, a soft curve of her lips that spoke volumes. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and mischief, clearly enjoying the moment. Her movements were fluid and confident as she approached, her eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart quickened with each shuffle she made toward you, the tension in the room quickly growing. Her hands reached out with deliberate intention, fingers brushing lightly against the waistband of your knickers. The gentle touch sent a shiver through you. Lena paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. The gesture was playful yet questioning, a subtle way of seeking your confirmation. You met her gaze with a nod, lifting your hips slightly in response to her unspoken query.

With a playful wink, Lena pulled your underwear down, her movements both confident and tender. The fabric slipped away effortlessly, and she tossed it over her shoulder with a flourish.

As the underwear disappeared from view, you couldn't help but laugh at her playful action. However, the laughter quickly transformed into a deeper, more sensual moan as Lena's lips began to explore the inside of your thighs. Her kisses were soft and deliberate, each one sending a gentle wave of sensation through you.

Her lips traced a path along your skin with a loving, exploratory touch. The contrast between her playful behaviour and the intense pleasure she was delivering created a heady mix of emotions. The laughter that had escaped your lips was quickly overtaken by the growing waves of pleasure, your body responding eagerly to her tender ministrations.

You moaned loudly as Lena’s lips finally found your clit, the sensation instantly electrifying your senses. Her touch was both deliberate and exquisite, a combination of short, teasing kitten licks and long, languid strokes that created a rhythm of pleasure that was both intense and thrilling.

At first, you were a bit confused, as Lena’s movements didn’t fall into her usual, familiar rhythm. The shifts in her touch were subtle but noticeable, leaving you momentarily disoriented as you tried to decipher the change. The sensation of her tongue against you was different, more varied and less predictable than the steady, comforting patterns you were accustomed to.

When her tongue moved sideways across you for a second time, a spark of realisation ignited in your mind. The way she was using her tongue wasn’t random or arbitrary; she was creating a deliberate, rhythmic pattern. Each stroke and flick seemed to follow a unique sequence, and it became clear that she was spelling out something personal and intimate. As the realisation settled in, you understood that Lena was spelling her name with her tongue. The cheeky fucker.

“Lena," you gasped, your voice catching in your throat as the pleasure intensified. "Baby, please." The words came out as a desperate plea, a combination of need and yearning that conveyed how much you were feeling. Your body was reacting uncontrollably to her touch, and you instinctively reached down, fingers finding their way to her hair.

You tugged at her hair gently, a physical request for her to continue. Lena responded with a soft, amused chuckle against you, the sound vibrating through her lips and into your sensitive skin. The hum of her laughter sent a new wave of pleasure cascading through you.

Finally, Lena settled into her usual rhythm, her movements becoming smooth and instinctive, like a dance you both knew by heart. Her touch became more assured, each action precisely timed to maximise your pleasure. She knew exactly when to suck, applying a perfect amount of pressure that created waves of sensation, and when to flick her tongue with a practiced flick, hitting just the right spots to drive you wild.

You groaned deeply when Lena’s finger slipped inside, the sensation immediately sending a jolt of intense pleasure through your body. Her touch was deliberate and skilled, the way her finger glided in and out with a smooth, practiced motion.

She quickly added a second finger, the sensation shifting as your body adjusted to the new pressure. The initial sting was sharp, a brief and intense feeling of stretching that quickly evolved into a deeper, more satisfying pressure. The feeling of her fingers working inside you, her tongue working the nerves in your clit had you gasping for breath.

It didn’t take long for the familiar bubble of pleasure to start growing in your belly. The sensation began to build with an intensity that was both thrilling and overwhelming, as if a rising tide of pleasure was gathering strength deep within you. Your breathing quickened, becoming shallow and rapid as Lena’s relentless pace continued unabated. The rhythm she maintained was both steady and relentless, each motion pushing you closer to the edge with an almost hypnotic precision.

As the pleasure intensified, you could feel your body responding with a heightened urgency, each breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. The buildup was unmistakable, a powerful, pulsing pressure that seemed to grow with each stroke and touch. Your senses were fully engaged, every nerve ending alive and acutely aware of the sensations Lena was creating.

“I'm... Baby, please. I’m going to. Can I, please?” you groaned, the words slipping from your lips in a series of desperate pleas.

She hummed her answer, a soft, approving sound that resonated with a gentle, reassuring vibration, not wanted to break her steady, relentless pace. You could feel the pleasure intensifying with every deliberate movement. Your toes curled instinctively, The tension in your body was palpable, each muscle taut with the building excitement.

“Oh, my god,” you moaned loudly, the sound escaping your lips without permission. Your eyes squeezed shut even tighter, the intense pressure building to an almost unbearable peak as the bubble of pleasure finally burst. The sensation was explosive and all-encompassing, a sudden release that washed over you with a powerful surge.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, you were left in a state of blissful exhaustion, the echoes of your moans and cries slowly fading into a contented sigh. Your body twitched uncontrollably, small spasms coursing through you as the aftershocks of your climax rippled through your system. Each involuntary jerk was a reaction to the lingering stimulation, a sign of just how deeply she had worked you through the intensity of your orgasm. The sensation was almost too much, your body hypersensitive as she continued to guide you through the final waves of pleasure.

With deliberate care, Lena began to pull her fingers out, her movements slow and gentle, mindful of your heightened sensitivity. The withdrawal was tender, her touch soft and soothing as she eased you back down from the peak you had just reached. Before fully drawing away, she leaned in to place a final kiss on your clit, the gesture both affectionate and comforting. The kiss was light but lingering, a sweet, gentle goodbye to the pleasure she had just brought you, leaving you with a final shiver of satisfaction.

As she drew back, you couldn’t take your eyes off her, captivated by the sight of her in the aftermath of such an intimate moment. You watched as she brought her fingers to her lips, her gaze still locked on yours. Slowly, she licked her fingers, appreciating the taste of you with a hum of approval. The sound was soft, almost purring, as she smiled, clearly pleased with the taste and the experience you had just shared. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and affection.

Lena reached out for you, her hands gentle yet insistent as she guided you to sit up. The warmth of her touch was comforting, her fingers brushing over your skin with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. As you adjusted to the new position, she moved with fluid grace, lowering herself into a crouch before you. Her eyes held yours, filled with a mix of affection and lingering desire, and you could feel the magnetic pull between you, drawing you closer.

Without hesitation, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a messy, passionate kiss. The intensity of the moment surged back to life as your mouths collided. It was raw and unrestrained, a collision of emotions and sensations that left you breathless. The taste of yourself on her lips was unmistakable. The salty-sweet tang blended with the warmth of her mouth, creating a unique flavour that was as intoxicating as it was intimate.

“Turn around,” Lena whispered, her voice soft yet commanding, the words sending a shiver down your spine. Her fingers, still warm from the heat of your body, traced soothing patterns up your thighs, the touch both calming and electrifying. Each gentle stroke of her fingers was a promise, a tender reassurance.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, the breathlessness from your kiss still lingering in your chest. As you turned, the world seemed to narrow down to the feel of her fingers on your skin, the warmth of her breath ghosting over your back, and the quiet, heady rush of expectation that made your heart race.

When you finally settled into position, your back to her, you could feel the intensity of her gaze, the way her eyes lingered on every curve and line of your body. Her fingers continued their gentle exploration, trailing up and down your body with a tender, almost reverent touch. She guided you to bend over, her hands gently pushing and pulling your body exactly where she wanted it. “So beautiful”

Lena’s hand remained firmly on your waist, a grounding point that kept you connected as she prepared to take you to new heights of pleasure. Her grip on you was steady and reassuring, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to remind you of her presence and control. The warmth of her hand contrasted with the cool air around you.

With her other hand, she gripped the strap, her movements slow and deliberate as she guided the smooth plastic against your slick, sensitive skin. The sensation of the strap running up and down your soaking pussy sent a shiver through you, each pass sending sparks of pleasure rippling through your body. The coolness of the plastic was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from you, intensifying every touch.

She took her time, teasing you with each slow, deliberate stroke. The plastic slid effortlessly through your folds, collecting the wetness that had pooled there, heightening the anticipation with each pass. Slowly, she sank into you. The deliberate pace she set was maddeningly slow, every movement designed to drive you wild with desire. You could feel every ridge, every contour of the strap as it brushed against you.

Lena’s hand on your waist tightened slightly, a subtle reminder of her control, of how well she knew your body and exactly how to push you to the edge. The pressure she applied was just enough to keep you on the brink, teasing you with the promise of more while drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could.

Your hips began to move of their own accord, instinctively chasing the friction, but she held you steady, keeping the pace agonizingly slow. The rhythm she set was torturous in the best possible way. Each time the base of your strap bumped your clit, you felt a surge of electricity shoot through you, your body responding with a keening need that only she could satisfy.

“Faster.” you huffed, your voice tinged with desperation as the need for more intensified within you. The words came out ragged, each syllable laced with the urgency that had taken hold of your body. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the burn of need coiling tighter in your core. You didn't need to see her face to know she was grinning, revelling in the power she held over you, and how utterly desperate you sounded.

Without missing a beat, Lena shifted her position, moving over you with the grace of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. You felt her gather your hair up into a loose ponytail, her fingers tugging gently at the strands before giving a sharp, commanding pull. The sensation sent a jolt of excitement through you, your scalp tingling as the mix of pain and pleasure heightened your arousal. The action was assertive, a reminder of who was in control, and it left you even more breathless than before.

“Is that how you ask for things, Schatz?” she taunted, her voice dripping with playful dominance. The teasing lilt in her words sent another wave of frustration crashing through you, and instead of speeding up like you had begged for, she slowed down even further. Each deliberate stroke of the strap against you was achingly slow, a calculated move designed to prolong the torture and push you to the edge of sanity. The maddening pace made you whimper, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

"Please, baby. Please go faster," you pleaded, your voice barely more than a whisper, laden with the kind of raw, unfiltered need that left you feeling vulnerable.

"Much better," she hummed, her tone rich with satisfaction. You could hear the approval in her voice, the way she relished in your submission. The sound of her humming was like a soothing balm, a sign that you had said exactly what she wanted to hear.

With that acknowledgment, she finally began to increase her pace, the sensation becoming more intense with each movement. The sharp contrast between the agonizing slowness and the sudden increase in speed made your body hum with relief and pleasure. The rhythm she set was exactly what you needed, each thrust of the strap hitting that perfect spot, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

You could tell she was close too. The subtle shift in her breathing and soft sounds gave it away. The quiet grunts that slipped past her lips, normally so controlled, now carried a raw edge of desperation. Each sound was a clear indication of how close she was to losing herself in the pleasure, just as you were.

Her movements became more insistent, more urgent. The steady rhythm she had maintained now quickened, her hips moving with a newfound determination that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. You could feel the heat radiating from her.

You gasped as you felt her hands leave your hair, the gentle tug that had grounded you moments before now replaced by a different kind of touch. Her fingers trailed down your spine, each inch she covered sending a shiver through you, the sensation both tender and electrifying.

When her hand reached around your waist, you could feel the anticipation build as she moved with the precision of someone who knew exactly what you needed. The moment her fingers made contact with your clit, a spark of pleasure shot through you, so intense it nearly made you buckle. Her touch was deliberate, a perfect balance of pressure and movement that had you writhing beneath her.

She began to rub in fast, tight circles, her fingers working in perfect harmony with the thrust of her hips. The dual sensation was almost overwhelming, the combination of her hand on your most sensitive spot and the insistent rhythm of her movements driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Every stroke of her fingers, every push of her hips, brought you closer to the edge, your body responding to her touch with a raw, undeniable need.

Her fingers moved with practiced skill, knowing exactly when to apply more pressure, when to slow down, and when to speed up, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from you. The insistent rhythm she had set became a crescendo, building you up higher and higher, until you were teetering on the brink of release. The sensation was overwhelming, your body alight with the intensity of her touch, the pleasure mounting to a fever pitch as she expertly guided you toward your climax.

“Cum with me, Schatz,” she grunted, her voice rough with the strain of holding back her own release. The command in her words sent a jolt of anticipation through you, your entire body responding to the urgency in her tone. You could hear the need in her voice, a raw, unfiltered desire that mirrored your own.

The way she said it – low, breathless, yet full of authority – left no room for hesitation. It was more than just a request; it was a promise, a vow that you would reach that peak together, bound by the shared intensity of the moment. Her breath hitched as she spoke, a clear sign that she was on the edge, teetering between control and surrender.

The sound of her voice, thick with desire, spurred you on, pushing you closer to the brink. Your muscles tensed in response, every nerve in your body tuned to the sensations she was creating. The connection between you was electric, a palpable current that ran through you both, linking your pleasure to hers.

Each thrust, each stroke of her fingers on your clit, was designed to push you both over the edge, the final push you needed to let go completely. The urgency in her voice was matched by the urgency in her movements, her body driving into yours with a force that spoke of her own desperation. The moment was intense, overwhelming, as you felt the pleasure build to an almost unbearable level.

And then, with her words still echoing in your mind, you felt the dam break. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body giving in to the release that had been building, spurred on by her command. You could feel her shudder against you, the shared climax bringing you both to a place of pure, unadulterated bliss, a moment where nothing else existed but the two of you, together in the throes of ecstasy.

She stilled inside you, her body pressing against yours as the aftershocks. slowly faded into a warm, lingering glow. Her hands, which had been so urgent and commanding just moments before, now rested gently on your lower back, the touch tender and reassuring

The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, heavy and laboured at first, but gradually evening out as you both began to catch your breath. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, a quiet, shared understanding passing between you as you remained connected, neither of you in a rush to move or break the silence.

Her fingertips traced small, soothing patterns across your skin, a soft caress that sent gentle waves of warmth through you. The weight of her body was comforting, grounding you in the present as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. The air between you was thick with the scent of sex, mingling with the subtle aroma of her skin, creating an intoxicating blend that made you want to stay in this moment forever.

She slowly slid out of you, her movements careful and deliberate, not wanting to cause any more discomfort than necessary. The sensation of her leaving your body left you feeling both empty and vulnerable, a sharp contrast to the fullness and intensity you’d just shared. A soft whimper escaped your lips, the involuntary sound a mix of sensitivity and the lingering remnants of pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Schatz," she murmured, her voice tender and filled with concern. Each word was a gentle caress, meant to soothe you as she eased herself out of you. Her apologies were soft and sincere, spoken in a tone that carried both regret for the momentary discomfort and a deep affection that made your heart swell.

She kept her hands on your body, one stroking your side in slow, comforting circles, the other brushing lightly over your hip. The warmth of her touch, combined with the gentle rhythm of her words, helped to ease the ache that came with her absence. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

“C’mon,” she said tenderly, her voice warm and soothing as she helped move your spent body toward a standing position. Her hands were gentle but firm, offering a steady support that you gratefully leaned into. The effort of moving felt almost herculean in your exhausted state, but her reassuring touch made it easier.

“Shower time,” she added with a soft smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of affection and determination. The promise of a refreshing shower was just what you needed to feel a bit more human again, even if the idea of moving felt like a monumental effort at the moment.

“Tired,” you murmured, your voice heavy with fatigue as you allowed yourself to be guided. The weariness in your body was palpable, a deep, lingering sensation that made each step feel like it was dragging through molasses. You leaned into her, finding comfort in her presence and strength.

“I know,” she said sympathetically, her voice a gentle balm to your tired nerves. “We just need a quick shower, and then we can get into bed.” The thought of slipping into the cool sheets, finally able to rest, was enough to make the effort seem worth it. Her words were a promise of relief, a gentle encouragement that made the prospect of moving seem more manageable.

With her guiding you, you began to shuffle toward the bathroom, each step a bit easier with her support. Her touch was reassuring, her presence a comforting anchor as you made your way through the dimly lit hallway. She guided you with a practiced ease, her hand warm against your back, making sure you didn’t wobble or lose your balance.

As you reached the bathroom, she turned on the shower, the sound of the water cascading down creating a soothing backdrop to the moment. The warm steam began to fill the room, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. You could feel her gentle hands massage your hips and back gently, her movements both efficient and tender, always mindful of your tired state.

You leaned into her as she helped you into the shower, the warmth of the water beginning to ease the last remnants of tension from your muscles. Her touch was gentle as she lathered soap over your skin, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate motions that felt like a soft massage. The water and her soothing presence worked together to wash away the exhaustion, leaving you feeling cared for and cherished.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you muttered sleepily, your voice barely more than a soft murmur as you burrowed deeper into her.

Her smile was immediate and bright, a tender expression that lit up her face with genuine warmth. She chuckled softly, the sound a sweet, melodious note that blended with the calm that washed over you.

“Merry Christmas, Schatz.”

[woso-story]

Lake Day

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains as you stretched out in bed, the soft hum of Lena in the kitchen letting you know she was already awake. Today was a rare off-day, and the two of you had made plans to spend it with some teammates by a nearby lake. You couldn't have asked for a better way to unwind.

Lena appeared at the doorway with a bright smile, holding two cups of coffee. “Morning, sleepyhead. Ready for our day?”

“Always,” you replied, taking the cup and leaning up for a quick kiss. Three years into your relationship, and she still made your heart skip a beat. You took a moment to just admire her as she leaned against the doorway, her hair slightly messy from sleep and her eyes sparkling with excitement.

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By the time you finished packing the cooler and grabbing the blankets, Lena had the car ready to go. She took the wheel, humming softly to the music playing from the radio. The drive was relaxing, the kind where silence didn’t feel awkward. Instead, it was comfortable, punctuated by moments where Lena’s hand would reach over to rest on your knee or you’d glance her way to find her already looking at you with a soft smile.

Soon, you pulled up in front of Lea’s house, where she and Tuva were waiting outside, both grinning as they hopped into the car.

“Lake day, here we come!” Lea cheered, her excitement infectious. Tuva, sitting in the back with you, leaned forward to share a story about a prank she had played on Georgia during training. The drive was smooth, filled with laughter and playful banter. Before you knew it, you arrived at the beachside, where Klara, her boyfriend Simeon, and Sydney were already set up with blankets and snacks.

“Took you long enough!” Klara teased as she waved you over.

The setup was picturesque—a cozy collection of blankets under a few trees for shade, snacks laid out in the center, and the lake glistening just a few steps away. Caro rode up on her bike shortly after, her energy as vibrant as ever, and Giulia arrived hand-in-hand with her boyfriend, Constantin. The group’s energy was light and cheerful, and soon everyone was chatting, laughing, and soaking up the sun.

As the boys headed off to swim, you and the girls sprawled out on the blankets, enjoying the warm sunshine. Lena, however, was never one to sit still for long. She poked your side, interrupting your peaceful moment.

“What do you want?” you asked, opening one eye to see her grinning at you.

“Come swim with me?” she asked, her voice almost pleading.

You shook your head, laughing softly. “Nope. Ask Lea. She’ll definitely go with you.”

Lena’s grin turned mischievous. “You’ll regret this,” she said before turning to Lea and whispering something. You didn’t bother listening in, figuring they were plotting something harmless.

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Not even ten minutes later, your peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted. With a sudden yelp, you found yourself being lifted off the ground.

“Lena!” you screamed, struggling as she threw you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was laughing uncontrollably, sprinting toward the lake. Before you could protest further, you were plunged into the cool water. When you surfaced, sputtering and laughing, Lena stood there, her grin impossibly wide.

“You’re impossible,” you said, splashing water at her. She laughed, dodging your attempts and pulling you into a hug. Any frustration melted away at the sight of her happiness.

“You weren’t going to get away with ignoring me,” she teased, her wet hair sticking to her face.

It wasn’t long before the other girls joined you in the water, everyone splashing around and enjoying the refreshing dip. The lake was the perfect temperature, cool enough to be refreshing but not freezing. You floated for a while, holding Lena’s hand as the two of you talked about everything and nothing, the world around you fading away.

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When you returned to the shore, you all gathered for a picnic, sharing the food everyone had brought. Klara’s brownies were a hit, and Giulia’s fruit salad was gone in no time. The atmosphere was perfect, filled with smiles and lighthearted chatter. Lena kept stealing bites from your plate, her cheeky grin making it impossible for you to be annoyed.

Later that afternoon, someone suggested heading to the nearby volleyball court. Teams were quickly formed, and you and Lena found yourselves on opposing sides. The competitive streak in both of you flared up immediately. Every point was hard-fought, with neither of you willing to give an inch. Sydney proved to be an excellent teammate, her spikes impossible to block.

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In the end, your team clinched the win, and you couldn’t contain your excitement. Jumping into Tuva’s arms, you laughed as she spun you around.

“Maybe you should be with a winner instead,” Tuva teased loudly, kissing your cheek as she set you down. You laughed, catching Lena’s reaction out of the corner of your eye.

“Excuse me,” Lena said, walking over with an exaggerated pout. “Tuva, hands off my girlfriend.”

Tuva grinned, unbothered. “Maybe she wants to upgrade,” she quipped, winking at you.

“Maybe I do,” you added, playing along as you grinned at Lena. She gasped, placing a hand over her heart in mock offense.

“Fine,” Lena declared, turning dramatically. “I’ll just find someone new.” Spotting Lea, she called out, “Schüller! You’re my new girlfriend now.”

Lea approached, utterly confused. “What?”

“Y/N replaced me with Tuva, so now you’re my girlfriend,” Lena explained, draping an arm around Lea’s shoulders. Lea blinked, processing, before shaking her head.

“Congrats, you two,” Lea said dryly before turning to Lena. “But I’m not interested. Good luck with that.” And with that, she walked away, leaving Lena looking even more offended.

You and Tuva burst into laughter, and soon even Lena was chuckling. Back on your blanket, Lena still had a playful pout on her face, but after you kissed her repeatedly, she couldn’t help but smile again.

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That evening, as you lay in bed together, you turned to her. “Today was perfect. We should do this more often.”

Lena nodded, her arm draped around you. “Agreed. But you and Tuva really need to stop this flirting thing. I’m serious,” she said, though her grin betrayed her.

You laughed, knowing full well that Tuva’s flirty attitude extended to everyone. “Don’t worry. You’re the only one I want.”

Satisfied, Lena kissed you goodnight. Moments later, the two of you drifted off to sleep, content and happy in each other’s arms.

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