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miroslavcloset · 2 years ago

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Even now, you remain my light [Neuller +18 Fic] Chapter 2

~Manu used to be in Thomas' presence almost 24/7, between being at home with him and training with Bayern, is rare to not have his comforting aura around him, but with an injury, their routines have to be separated. Today Thomas will be home a little earlier than usual and Manu is feeling a little clingier than usual, so his boyfriend will make sure to take care of him and make him feel as loved as possible.~

A/N: So, yesterday we almost lost against Leipzig, and to get my anger out I wrote smut and felt better. Btw first time writing (and actually publishing) smut. I tend to first write everything in my native language and then manually translate everything, here I had to write everything straight in English bc I was having a crisis finding words that didn't sound like shit. Anyways, enjoy c: I'm a hoe for this two dorks in love.

Warning: Smut under the cut, read at your own risk.

Somehow, the bathroom was the coldest room in the house, but this time it wasn't the reason why Manuel's skin was standing on end. With Thomas' help, he sat on the chair that served as support for him in the shower. Suddenly he felt Thomas's hands going up his back under his shirt, startled, he turned and tried unsuccessfully to grab his lover's wrists. -What are you doing…?- Asked shyly. -Well, we'll take a shower, honey. I hope you don't plan to do it with our clothes on.- He said in a comical tone, then leaned towards Manuel until he barely touched his ear with his lips and whispered, -Also, remember that I came here to take care of you… - Without waiting for any reply, he continued with the upward movement of his hands on Manuel's back, while he brought his mouth closer and gently bit his ear, proceeding to go down and plant a wet kiss on his neck. He traced a short line with the tip of his tongue to the back of his neck where he moved away for a moment to remove Manuel's shirt altogether, placed it on the bathroom floor without paying too much attention, and went to stand in front of his partner. Careful not to move the place of the injury, he took a spot between Manuel's legs, knelt there, and placed a hand on each of the knees in front of him, spreading them further apart with a delicate push. He stopped for a moment without removing his hands and looked up until his blue-green met Manuel's deep blue, he observed how his boyfriend's breathing was more accelerated and the blush on his cheeks did not give any sign of disappearing anytime soon. That was enough to remember why he had fallen in love with that exceptional person in front of him. He put his thumbs inside the corner of both Manuel's pants and boxers and began to pull them down. Supporting his hands on the armrests of the chair, he raised his hips enough for Thomas to remove both items of clothing from him in a single movement and discard them, placing them on the floor behind him. With one hand Manuel caressed Thomas's cheek, brushing his thumb over his lips, touching them from one side to the other, prompting him to open his mouth, Thomas licked it just as he knew he wanted and took it into his mouth, closing his lips around them.

He never took his eyes off Manuel's, delighting in every reaction that this simple action was generating in him and now that there was no cloth to hide it, he could trust the honesty of Manuel's naked body. After releasing the digits, Thomas put a hand under Manuel's left knee, lifting it up and exposing him further, then guided his leg onto one of the chair's armrests and moved closer until Manuel could feel Thomas's breath on his half-hard dick, which only made his blush deepen. -Just look at you, Manu, I wish you could see yourself as I do, you're so beautiful.- He stuck out his tongue and passed it under the erection in front of him, obtaining a sweet moan from Manuel. He began to lick it, drawing broad strokes with his tongue over his skin and occasionally licking up the drops that formed on the tip of it. He caressed Manuel's abdomen with his hands, using his nails to lightly scratch his hips.

When he felt that Manu was already hard enough, he moved away and in a quick movement stood up, took off his shirt pulling it over his head, lowered his pants, and discarded the clothes along with the others behind him, leaving himself only in his underwear. He looked at Manu with lust in his eyes, appreciating his work, Manuel sitting in front of him with a deep blush and rapid breathing, his legs open and a drop slipping down Manuel's penis. His mouth was watering and he felt that the eroticism of that sight made his own member react instantly; he made a conscious effort to retain this image in his mind as long as possible… Manuel was too beautiful for his own good. He approached Manu and gently held his chin upwards, placing his index and middle fingers on his lips. -Lick them for me, love…- Breathed Thomas. Manuel obeyed and opened his mouth, letting him introduce the digits. He began to circle each other with his tongue, staring at Thomas at all times and the reaction he caused in him, delighting himself in how Thomas saw him with lust and a mischievous smile. Manuel put his hand in front of his partner's boxers, feeling how his penis reacted instantly, he caressed it with the palm of his hand as he continued with the requested task, then, wanting more contact, he began to insert his hand into the last remaining piece of fabric, finally touching the warm skin of Thomas' dick.

Thomas sighed and with ragged breaths he made an effort not to get carried away by the delicious touch, he took his fingers out of Manuel's mouth slowly and knelt down again, not even leaving Manu time to react, he took the goalkeeper's wet member with one hand and this time he fully put it into his mouth, feeling the tip touch the back of his throat. Manuel let out a moan that sent vibrations directly to Thomas's penis, who felt the fabric of his boxers tightening more and more around his growing erection. He began to move his head up and down, at first in a slow rhythm, making sure that his tongue went through all the areas that he knew would turn on Manuel even more. At this point, Manuel tried to hide the sounds that this pleasure generated in him by covering his mouth with the back of his hand, but the more Thomas licked, the more difficult the task became for him. With his other hand, he caressed Thomas's face, running his fingers over his cheeks and finally threading his fingers through his blond hair. Involuntarily his hips began to move, half-fucking his face looking for more friction from his partner's mouth. He tried to control himself since he did not want to hurt him in any way, but Thomas knew exactly how to move his mouth, moving and circling his tongue at the tip. He could feel his breath on his skin, the hot air over his lower abdomen only adding to the stimulation.

Taking advantage of how immersed Manu was in the movements of his mouth on him, he brought his index finger still wet with saliva and introduced it into Manu's entrance. The entrance of the slightly cold digit made him let out a gasp, holding Thomas' hair even tighter. He was always so careful with him, starting with only a finger and caressing his insides in soft but constant motions just enough for Manu to get used to it.

When he felt him loose, he added a second digit, twisting his hand and curling his fingers to try and find exactly that place he knew would make him climax in no time. Manu was moving alongside his erratic breaths and Thomas had to hold his left leg in place to keep him open. He felt how an almost melodic moan left Manu's mouth effortlessly and suddenly his fingers were being held inside even tighter. Found it.

-T…Thomas, Thommy, please… Wait, wait.- He moaned in a desperate tone. But he felt Thomas did quite the opposite, touching and pressing the sensitive spot even more, this alongside the tongue in his dick was about to make him finish there, inside his lover's mouth.

-Babe… Stop, please, I'm gonna…- Manuel kept begging, being more vocal than he usually was, turning Thomas on even more, his boyfriend haven't even laid a finger on him, and just pleasuring him and hearing those delightful mewls got him hard enough to enter Manuel right away if he wanted to. But for now, that wasn't on his plans, at least not right here. There was a slight chance he might hurt Manu, taking on count he was just recovering from an injury that got him out of the whole season and the last thing he wanted was to put the person he loved the most in even more physical pain.

Instead, he made sure Manu's leg was in a safe position over the armrest and lowered his hand to touch himself, matching the rhythm of moving his hand up and down his dick with the pace at which he was stimulating his lover. Manuel curved his back and hold Thomas' head if possible even closer to his hips and this accompanied by short-breathed pleads were the right warnings Thomas had before feeling the taste of the hot liquid spread into his mouth. The feeling made him fasten the pace at which he was masturbating wanting to cum at the sensation of Manu's orgasm. The taste of Manuel was addictive, and without thinking twice he swallowed everything… He waited until the last squirt of semen left Manu to slowly slide his lips from the base to the tip, releasing him. -Sorry, baby I'm so sorry.- Manuel purred, his voice softened with the intensity of the afterglow. Thomas looked up at hearing those words, and the view before him was enough to make him cum on the spot. Manuel Neuer completely naked, delicate drops of sweat distributed over his frame, spread open, with an adorable blush from ears to neck and whining after cumming, everything for him and him only. Thomas clenched his teeth feeling the wave of his own climax taking over his body, soon after the hot drops of his cum escaped his fingers, most of the liquid falling onto the shower's floor. He sighed deeply at the feeling and finally gave Manu a delicate kiss on his inner thigh. Manuel's breaths became steadier, finally opening his eyes to see Thomas giving him a loving look. -Thomas?- -Yes, love?- He doubted before giving up, -Will you just…hold me? Please?- Thomas smiled softly at the request, feeling a warmth in his chest. -I’m not going anywhere, baby.- He got up and placed himself behind Manuel, placing a kiss on the top of his head and another on his cheek. -I love you.- -But I love you even more.- He heard the sound of the shower faucet followed by the pleasant sensation of hot water falling on his back, accompanied by Thomas' caresses relaxed his muscles giving him comfort that lately with his injury was quite difficult to find. -Nope, this time it's my turn.- Manuel laughed at the answer. -So when will it be my turn?- He played along. -Let me think about it, I'll try to give you an answer one of these days. Maybe.- It was the first time that Manuel had taken a shower with Thomas. He had always had a somewhat reserved attitude about it, insisting that he would be fine on his own. This time, having missed his boyfriend made him lower his defenses, allowing himself to be vulnerable and share this moment with him. He had to admit that he felt a little embarrassed about it, but after a while, it was even comfortable being able to trust him even with things like this.

The casual intimacy of taking a bath together and the little gestures that made him feel like he would melt at any moment, like when Thomas put a hand on his forehead as he washed his hair to keep any drops of shampoo from getting into his eyes. Manu smiled to himself, wanting to take Thomas by the arm and throw him over himself to kiss him until he expressed without words the gratitude he felt for having him by his side. He made a mental note to do it later when there was no risk of slipping and falling as they were both wet now, giving himself the task of explaining the whole situation to his doctor afterward and obviously not going into details like 'I wanted to kiss to Thomas Muller while we were showering together'. When he finished, Thomas turned off the shower and reached for the towels hanging on the side, drying himself with quick movements and tying it around his waist, then with the remaining towel he proceeded to dry Manu, who tried to help him do it by putting his hands on top of his. He finally helped him to his feet and tied the towel the same way around his partner's body. As he walked out of the bathroom, leaning on Thomas's shoulder, night had fallen over the city, leaving the room with nothing but the light of a bedside lamp that gave the place an air of rest and privacy. It wasn't the first time that Thomas helped him get dressed, so they didn't take further time in it, and giving a natural course to the night, they raised the covers on the bed and let the night cover them while, as close as they were able to hug each other, they let the feeling of sleep and comfort of being together take over them.

#sorry for keep being like this #neuller #manuel neuer #thomas müller #thomas muller #football fanfic #fanfic #gif by me #fluff and smut #football smut

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mooniwrites · 2 years ago

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About Me / Acerca de mi

Hola! Me dicen Mooni y soy de Costa Rica, nací en el 97 me gustan las ballenas, cocinar y tomar fotos. En este blog espero compartir mis fanfics. / Hi! Call me Mooni & I am from Costa Rica, I was born in 97 and I like whales, cook and taking pictures. In this blog I hope to share my fanfics.

Voy a escribir para / I’ll write for:

Idols: -BTS (todos los miembros / all members). -Jackson Wang. -Lay Zhang.

Marvel: -Peter Parker. -Bucky Barnes. -Steve Rogers. -Wanda Maximoff.

F1: -Lewis Hamilton. -Charles Leclerc. -Carlos Sainz.

Athletes: -Mat Barzal. -Manuel Neuer. -Gue Sung Cho. -Yuzuru Hanyu. Para otros personajes o pilotos pueden preguntar, si es un fanfic que creo que puedo escribir, lo haré con gusto, lo único que no es negociable son los idols. / You can ask for other characters or drivers, if I feel I can write the fanfic, then I’ll gladly do it, the only non negotiable are the idols.

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diedinacrash · 3 months ago

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This but it's Neuer and Ter Stegen

Domi/Jude but it has nothing to do with Trent or Erling, but the corrupt organization that is FIFA which forces the best omega players it has to have kids with alphas choosen by them to grant future to this sport.

Does this make sense? Should it even make sense? Should I talk more about it? Should I stop existing?

#football rpf topics #football fanfic #omegaverse #marc andré ter stegen #manuel neuer

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swaggypsyduck · 2 years ago

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Opinions?

my non-footy friend loves reading fanfics for other fandoms. and after nearly completing the hockey rpf tag (she's never played or watched hockey) she moved onto the football rpf (she's only ever watched the morocco vs france wc22 match). after filtering the usual tags out she's given me a list and i've been ordered to share it w yall and to get ur opinions on this. she has ordered them by which pairings she feels have the best written fics to numbers ratio sice she has no idea who these ppl r and ships none of them.

DISCLAIMER: SHE DOES NOT KNOW ANY PERSONAL INFO ABOUT THESE PLAYERS OR THE CONTROVERSIES THEY HAVE

her list is as follows:

1. Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres

2. Sergio Ramos/Iker Casillas

3. Neymar/Lionel Messi

4. Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard

5. Sergio Ramos/Gerard Pique

6. Marco Reus/Mario Götze

7. Cristiano Ronaldo/Lionel Messi

8. Thomas Müller/Manuel Neuer

9. Lukas Podolski/Bastian Schweinsteiger

10. Dele Alli/Eric Dier

her thoughts on this: (tw/soccer)

dont mind the time stamps she's not muslim she just cant sleep. she also demands recs for players 20+ bc and i quote "can only take looking up geriatric pics for so long"

#i dont even know how to react #im kinda proud of her for liking sergio ramos tho...#she wants yalls opinions and will take recommendations!

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 2 months ago

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Only write in English on here, but if anyone is German too and wants to read a fanfic about Manuel Neuer I published one on wattpad!

#fußball #x reader #smut #angst #fluff #manuel neuer #dfb team #soccer #fanfiktion

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daydreaming-in-letters · 3 years ago

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Assumptions

10/01/2021

Pairing: Manuel Neuer x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 6,018

Warnings: rpf, mentions of age gap (not between reader and Manu and nothing illegal) and strong opinions on that, banter, jealousy, infuriation, fluff and cuteness

Summary: The reader finally catches her long time crush Manuel Neuer alone on her uncle's birthday. Things are quickly starting to get heated—sadly it's not the kind of heated she would have liked it to be.

A/N: Most of you probably don't know Manuel Neuer. He is the goalkeeper and captain of Bayern Munich as well as the German National Football Team and every once in a while I find my thoughts drifting towards that adorable and amazingly talented manchild. This story has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I wasn't sure whether I felt comfortable with publishing it in case it ever got finished. But I found that there is an intolerable lack of Manuel Neuer x reader fics on here, so here it is. I tagged everyone from my general tag list, but I understand if this is not what you signed up for. So sorry in advance and please feel free to ignore this story at your leisure.

Picture found on Pinterest

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

It was only a few minutes to midnight and still the dance floor was as filled as ever, an enchanting mixture of young and old people alike. The bass rolled deep in his stomach, making him even queasier than he already was, and the lights, flickering across the mass of moving bodies in sync to the rhythm of the music, didn’t help either.

Suddenly a figure broke through the outer wall of bodies and made her way over to his table. A small smile crawled over her lips, a little shy but genuine, yet he didn’t feel like returning it. He had hoped that she would change her mind upon the disgruntled look on his face, but much to his dismay, she did nothing of the sort and sat down right next to him, just as a waitress passed the table with a tray of colourful shots. The woman next to him stopped her, before she turned to him.

“Care for a drink?”

Did he care for a drink? He yearned for one.

“No, thanks. I’m not really fond of drinking.”

“Shame,” she shrugged, her smile growing a bit wider when she took two shots from the tray anyway. For a second he thought she might actually force him to drink with her, but then she placed down the two glasses in front of herself. Raising her first glass to him, she gulped it down in one swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand afterwards.

“Do you care for a dance then?” She nodded over to the dance floor, her eyes and body inviting him to take the offer.

He found that he somehow couldn’t hold her gaze when he answered, “I’m afraid I’m also not very fond of dancing.”

Her forearms resting on the table, she leaned closer, obviously not taking the hint that he just wanted to be left in peace and quiet.

“Then what are you fond of?”

“I think you know pretty well what I’m fond of.” To his own surprise he sounded even harsher than he had attempted to, but the last thing he needed right now was an eager fan trying to engage him in a conversation.

“I do,” she retorted undeterred, “but that’s not what I wanted to know. See, you might not have noticed through all your sulking, but I was actually interested in you as a person, not as a footballer.”

He huffed, although he wasn’t sure she had heard him above the music.

“And you might have noticed that I am not interested in talking about private stuff to complete strangers.”

Sure, he was being massively impolite, but at least he hoped that this would do the trick now. But instead of finally leaving him alone, she shot him an amused look.

“Ooooh, grumpy, aren’t we?”

Now it was him who leaned in closer, making sure she could hear him properly. “Look, it’s nothing personal, okay? I just...it wasn’t such a great evening for me.”

Unintentionally his eyes wandered over to the dance floor for a split second, where a very young, very blonde girl was dancing happily among his teammates and their wives and girlfriends. Cursing himself, he looked over to the woman by his side carefully, hoping she hadn’t noticed. But of course she had, her eyes still fixed on the girl.

“Ah, I see.” She turned to him and the glint in her eyes made his stomach turn. “Puberty is a bitch, eh?”

“Excuse me?” he spat, equal parts bewildered and stunned.

“You heard me alright.”

Who did she think she was? Impertinent woman.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” The volume of his voice must have slipped his control a little, as he noticed a group of elderly men standing nearby turn into his direction. Still the woman’s smile never left her face, appeasing the men who turned away again.

“Really? After all I have to sit here with a pissed thirty something man who refuses to acknowledge he let his hormones get the best of him.”

“Whoa! Okay, first of all, it was you who decided to come and sit at this table and second, again, none of your goddamn business.”

Her answer was a simple grin, still not fazed by his anger in the slightest. It almost felt as if she was enjoying to get him riled up.

“You’re right.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’?”

He rolled his eyes heavily. Why couldn’t she just leave?

“You know, that phrase usually goes with an apology. Like ‘You’re right. Sorry I assumed you’re having a mid-life crisis and bang a chick that is 15 years your junior to boost your fragile ego.’”

“Do you?”

Inhaling deeply, he tried to calm himself a little. After all, he couldn’t afford to yell at her again, not that he didn’t want to, but causing even more unwanted attention was not in his plans for tonight.

“I didn't say that.”

“Well actually,” she looked at him triumphantly, “you kind of did. I never said you were having a midlife crisis or that you need her to boost your ego. Those were your words. And seeing that my assumptions caused a reaction like that, I’m afraid I can’t really say I’m sorry either.”

All right, that was it. Enough was enough.

“Look, I think I have an assumption for you too, lady. I’m starting to assume that you only came over here to rile me up further. And guess what, mission completed. So why don’t you do us both a favour and head off to pester someone else now?”

She was quiet for a moment and for the first time, the cheeky smile left her beautiful, burgundy lips. He had expected her to be a bit shaken at least, maybe even as pissed as himself, and yet the next words were spoken with such dignity that he couldn’t help but admire her a little for it.

“Oh, I would love to say you’re right again, but I’m afraid I can’t this time. And since we seem to have warmed up to each other quite a bit by now, I feel it’s okay to be completely honest with you.” She paused a second, simply for the effect, he guessed and her warm eyes never left his. “I came to sit with you because you looked miserable. Still do, by the way. And I thought you might need an actual grown up to talk to. But it seems I was wrong. You’re just a pouty manchild, like the rest of them.”

She waved her arm, pointing over at the dancing crowd of his friends and their spouses. His eyes followed her gesture and when he laid eyes on the heart of the matter, a hot flush of rage began to swirl through his veins, making his hands clench into fists. Fully set on giving her a piece of his mind, not caring who might hear him at this point, he turned to her again. But the familiar figure that had somehow entered the picture without his notice made him stop in his tracks.

“Here you are, sweetie.” The man cooed, laying his large hand on her shoulder in a protective gesture. “I almost got the feeling you were hiding from me since I made you promise to dance with me tonight.”

She twisted her slender neck to look up at his gentle face, her attention making him smile sweetly at her.

“You know I’d never do that to you, Uncle Hans, especially not on your birthday. I just thought your no. 1 goalkeeper here was in need of some mature company, but clearly he is perfectly happy with the way things are.”

Bewilderment flickered behind the coach’s gaze as he looked between his niece and one of his best players and Manuel was sure that this might not be the last time they would speak about this matter.

“So then, may I have that dance now, sweetheart?”

“With pleasure.” Manuel watched almost transfixed as she gracefully took her uncle’s hand and stood up. It was only now that he noticed how perfectly her dress showed off her voluptuous curves. He was almost certain that she would leave without another word when once again she proved him wrong. Turning on her heels, she grabbed the remaining shot and gulped it down in one large swig before she looked down at him, almost as regal as a queen.

“Have a pleasant evening, Mister Neuer. I’m sorry I can’t say I enjoyed our conversation more. Oh, and just in case you should ever feel in need to talk to a grown up, don’t call.”

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She could still feel his piercing look on her back as Hansi led her through the crowd and away from him. They had just begun to dance when the song changed and a much slower tune echoed through the large room. With a smug grin, her uncle pulled her closer, bringing his hand to the small of her back. Cheek to cheek he swayed her to the beat and she could feel that her mind was almost beginning to slow down, when he decided to pick up a conversation.

“Will you tell me what that was all about?”

She bit her lip like a little girl that was about to be scolded. “Do I have to?”

He chuckled deeply, the vibration rumbling against her chest and she could easily imagine the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“I’m certainly not going to force you. It’s just, you know, I always thought you kind of liked him.”

Instantly, she could feel her face heat up. How could he possibly know that?

“True. Liked, as in past tense. And besides, it’s not that I actually know him, personally, I mean. You could perhaps say I admire his talent, at most. And he also may be kind of easy on the eyes.”

She had become more and more quiet while she spoke, merely mumbling the last sentence. But he had heard her nonetheless, her silliness making his lips twitch in amusement.

“Hm. I clearly remember your aunt begging me to invite him over for a barbecue party last summer, telling me that you wouldn’t shut up about his quiet reserve, his amazing performance on the field and his stunning smile. Sadly he didn’t have time.”

She gulped audibly, tensing up a little in his arms, which made him enjoy their little talk even more. “So, what changed your mind?”

“He did,” she said a little too quickly, before she sighed so heavily that her uncle almost regretted bringing this topic up after all. “It’s just, I don’t understand his choice in women. I mean, he could choose literally anyone, so why her? I mean, she clearly doesn’t make him happy.”

“And how do you know that? You have spoken to him for what? Like five minutes?” He turned them around, making her face the gloomy goalie once more, before he went on. “I might be wrong, sweetheart, but I think you’re just jealous.”

Over his shoulder her gaze met Manuel’s for a split second before his eyes shot to his right, where the blonde teenager stepped into the picture, blocking him from view. She sat down on his lap, her arms dragging around his neck possessively, as her lips met his in a feverish kiss. Averting her gaze immediately, her eyes darkened and her heart clenched heavily in her chest.

“If by jealous you mean disenchanted, you’re right.”

Her bitter words made him loosen his grip on her so that he could see her face, and the hurt in her eyes pained him more than he cared for.

“I know you probably won’t believe me, but he really is a good person.”

She scoffed while her incredulous eyes landed on her uncle’s soft, blue orbs. “Well, he certainly hid that pretty well.”

He gave her a tight lipped smile. “I think he’s just lost his way a little at the moment.”

“So you think I’m right then?”

The excited sparkle in her eyes made him regret his honest words a little.

“I didn’t say that.” He protested strongly. In the end it was not for him to judge his players’ private lives. “After all he is a grown man and he can decide for himself.” He could see her face fall again and so he was quick to add, “Nevertheless, I don’t think you’re completely wrong either.”

He was very pleased to see that his words had caused a small smile to crawl back to her pretty lips. He almost felt like a proud father and when she finally leaned back in a bit closer, her forgiving gesture almost made him a bit bold.

“So, uhm, one more question, sweetheart. In the unlikely event that he should after all need a grown woman to talk to, can I give him your number?”

“Certainly not,” she insisted with a steady voice, but when she looked at him, the adorable grin on her face left no doubt that this was the biggest lie she had ever told.

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Manuel was furious as he watched her leave towards the dance floor with the coach. How could she dare call him out like that and then leave without giving him the chance to set her straight? His eyes fixed on her, he watched as Flick pulled her closer, his eyes following her uncle’s hand to the small of her back. Being the gentleman he was, his hand had found the only spot on her back that was actually covered by the dark red fabric of her dress. And for a second he imagined what it might actually feel like to let his hand wander upwards until it covered her bare skin. Or maybe he could let it slip down a few inches, until his fingers would grasp the soft flesh of her behind. He had just been able to fully picture the exact feeling of her body pressed up to his when he could feel the man who actually held her in his arms catch his indecent look on his niece’s back. Immediately he sat up straight, averting his gaze, completely missing the amused smile on the other man’s face, and when he turned back to face him, he almost lost it when he found her sparkling eyes instead.

He was still trying to figure out what had happened, when he heard a familiar voice calling him.

“Hey, babe.” The high pitched noise made him flinch and instinctively his eyes shot to his right, just in time to pull his arms away before she slumped down onto his lap clumsily. She laid it on thickly as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“I missed you on the dance floor, honey bun. Why don’t you come dance with me?”

And before he even had the chance to answer, her lips crashed down on his mouth almost painfully, her tongue forcing his lips to open. The stench of alcohol filled his mouth and he pushed her drunken form off of him determinedly. Before she even had the chance to protest, he lifted her up and placed her in his chair.

“I don’t think dancing is a good idea in your condition.” She glared at him, but then she seemed to have forgotten what for and her lips turned up into a sheepish smile.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Look, why don’t you just stay here and I get you a nice, big glass of water to sober you up a little?”

She began to nod, but then her eyes lost focus und she stared past him at god knows what.

“All right, I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t go anywhere.”

Quickly he made his way over to the counter and ordered a whole bottle of water, when he felt the slap of a hand on his left shoulder.

“Wow, you look even more frustrated than after our knock out at the World Cup in 2018. What happened?”

“Don’t ask.” He sighed as he turned around to face his friend. Manuel hoped that he would accept his wish, but when he saw the apologetic look on Thomas’ face, he instantly knew that he wouldn’t drop the topic.

“Too late. I just did.”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, the next words were spoken more to himself than to his teammate.

“Great, just what I need. Another pain in my ass.”

“Another? Who was the first then?” Obviously Thomas had taken no offence and sounded a bit too cheerful for Manuel’s liking.

“She.”

He looked over at the dance floor, where the impertinent woman was just sending her uncle the most beautiful, cheeky grin he had ever seen.

“Who? Y/N?” his friend asked incredulously.

Y/N. So that was her name.

“You know that annoying woman?”

“I do, although I can’t really say she’s annoying. Met her at the coach’s home once. She seemed rather sweet and intelligent to me.”

“She certainly hid that pretty well,” Manuel growled under his breath, earning him a surprised frown from Thomas.

“Are you gonna stand here and stare daggers at her or are you gonna tell me what she did to make you throw a fit?”

“She approached me out of nowhere to tell me that I’m dating a teenager to compensate my inability to commit to a partner on eye level.”

Thomas let his words sink in for a while.

“That doesn’t really sound like her. I mean, what reason would she have to come at you like that? She doesn’t even know you.”

Manuel sighed, thinking about the way she had somehow coaxed the statements from him instead of making them herself.

“Well, she might have phrased it differently,” he admitted meekly. That seemed to spark Thomas’ interest even further and he could feel his expectant look on him, pressing him to finally tell the whole truth.

“Actually she didn’t say it like that. She only made an allusion and made me somehow say those things myself.”

“Mhm. And exactly what allusion did she make?”

Manuel rolled his eyes again, his ego still fighting to repeat her words out loud.

”She said puberty was a bitch, clearly hinting at the fact that she thought my girlfriend was too young for me.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Thomas’ roaring laughter filled the air.

“Now that does sound more like her.”

He needed a bit to contain himself when he suddenly looked up at Manuel with an unusually serious expression on his face.

“And I have to admit, Manu, she kind of has a fair point there.”

“What?”

Manuel could not believe his ears.

“Come on, man. It’s what everyone thinks. She just said it out loud.”

“Fuck you.”

But instead of rising to his expletive, Thomas just looked at him sympathetically. Pushing himself off of the counter, he pat his shoulder in an attempt to encourage him a little, ready to leave him to his self-denial.

But then he stopped. “You know, I personally didn’t have a problem with it. You’re an adult, you can make your own choices. As long as you’re happy, right? But the truth is, Manu, I don’t think you are. Not anymore.”

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“See, I told you he wouldn’t be here. No need for all the panic beforehand.”

She narrowed her eyes at her cousin, shooting her a dirty look.

“Yeah, and I hope it’ll stay that way. Oh, and for the record: I wasn’t panicking at all, it was just you and your sister’s sudden eagerness to lure me here that got me suspicious and nervous in the first place.”

“We didn’t lure you here,” her other cousin piped up a little offendedly. “We simply wanted to spend some time with you. Come on, it’s been what, like 4 months now? Since you moved to Munich three years ago, we hardly get to see you anymore.”

“You and our father,” her sister added quickly. “So it seemed the best option to kill two birds with one stone and bring you along. After all it’s called a family day, right?”

Y/N sighed, not fully convinced, but finally ready to let the topic go.

“Right. Let’s just hope for your sakes that there will be no surprises today that might prove your guilt after all.”

“How are my girls doing?” she heard a familiar voice from behind her back, turning towards her favourite uncle with a beaming smile. What she didn’t see, however, was the brief look that was exchanged between her cousins as soon as she had turned her back, proving exactly what she had suspected all along.

“We’re good, dad. Actually, we’re more than good, we’re excellent,” the older cousin chirped.

“Great.” He paused a moment, but it was clear that he had more to say. Rocking back and forth on his feet, he looked from one woman to the other. “So,” he began carefully, before a huge Cheshire grin spread across his face. “I hope you all reserved a dance for me tonight.”

“Oh, no, daddy, not again.”

“Please, don’t make us do this.”

“There will be dancing here? If you had told me that beforehand, I certainly wouldn’t have come.”

“Of course there will be dancing. I thought that was obvious.” He had to try very hard to look a little slighted, while he actually drew a horrendous amount of amusement from their antics. “Remember, girls, we have a tradition to uphold. Whenever there is some dancing at a party, you have to reserve at least one dance for me. That’s the rule.”

And with that he turned and left them on their own again.

“Ugh, why does he always have to do that to us?” her younger cousin whined.

“Oh stop it, silly. You’re the one who likes it the most and everyone knows.”

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She had been the first to pay tribute to the family tradition and after a very exhausting Discofox dance session, luckily one of her cousins had taken over from her. Kicking off her heels, she welcomed the feel of the cool grass underneath the soles of her feet. Walking over to one of the empty tables, she slumped down heavily into one of the comfortable looking chairs. With a contented smile she let herself fall back against the backrest, closing her eyes and breathing in the mild air of the warm summer night.

“Care for a drink?”

His voice made her jump, sitting up straight immediately, eyes shooting wide open. And there he was, two shot glasses in his large hands and grinning down at her, obviously very satisfied with the slight scare he had just given her. He looked amazing, the smug bastard, in his casual jeans and white shirt, two buttons undone, topped with a sporty black jacket. She highly doubted that she had ever seen a finer man in her entire life. Luckily that didn’t make her lose her sharp tongue.

“And here I am thinking that you weren’t fond of alcohol. What happened?”

He smiled sheepishly, only one corner of his mouth tugged up, when he handed her her drink. He took his time, grabbing a chair and positioning it opposite hers, then sitting down carefully, not wanting to spill the shot all over his chest. She had already come to think that he was trying to avoid her question after all, when he locked eyes with her and finally began to speak.

“Hm. It’s been a while since I last saw you. A lot of things happened, you know. Maybe it was finally time for me to grow up.”

“Hear, hear.” With a mischievous smile she raised her glass. “To your coming of age, then.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “If you insist.”

His magnificent blue eyes never left hers while they chinked glasses, and a second later she could feel the more than welcome liquid moisturising her suddenly very dry mouth.

With a thud, their glasses landed on the table, both of them chuckling like giddy children when their eyes found each other again and then, for a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world seemed to have zoned out, leaving behind nothing but his aquamarine orbs and the wild smile on his face.

Just gradually, the world seemed to set back in again. There was the monotonous clitter of the crickets, overlaid by the muffled sound of the music that was carried over by a soft breeze, and loudest of all she could hear the beating of her own heart against her chest.

“What else has changed now that you are a proper adult?” she heard herself ask, not having the faintest idea where those words came from and how the hell she managed to deliver them so smoothly when her whole body seemed to have gotten out of control.

He took a quick look over his shoulder, his thumb pointing in the same direction.

“If you mean the dancing, I’m still not very fond of that.” Her face must have fallen a little because he was quick to add, “Except...”

“Except what?”

His eyes landed back on hers and she almost choked on her hitching breath.

“Except I think I could make an exception for the right partner.”

From the corner of her eye she registered a movement between their bodies, but she was hesitant to let her view stray from his captivating appearance. At last it was something in his eyes that looked at her expectantly which finally made her snap out of her trance.

Looking down at his hand sheepishly, it took her a while to fathom that he was actually asking her to dance with him.

Slowly her eyes wandered up to his again, asking a silent question, which he answered with an almost imperceptible rise of his eyebrows. And before she knew what she was doing, she laid her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.

He had just turned towards the source of the music, when she suddenly held him back.

“No, wait.”

With a puzzled look he did what she asked of him and let her twist him back around.

“Why don’t we just stay here? The music is loud enough anyway.”

A gentle smile curved his lips. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

She nodded softly, her teeth biting down on her lip in excitement.

And before she knew what was happening, she found herself secured against his chest by his firm grip. It felt like being pressed up to a hot furnace which she would usually have appreciated any other time, but on a sweltry night like this and in a place she had wanted to be in for so long, it was pure torture. And as if this wasn’t bad enough already, his strong fingers pressed down on her lower back, threatening to scorch her even through the fabric of her blouse as he pulled her an impossible inch further into him. He was so close now that she could sense the heat radiating off his cheek as well, bringing along a whiff of his enticing scent and she couldn’t help but close her eyes as she inhaled deeply and her head began to spin. It was odd, but her mind was completely blank by now, blank except for one thought and her lips spread into a blissful smile as she repeated it in her head again and again, relishing in the feeling that if either of them moved just the tiniest bit, their cheeks would inevitably touch.

Slowly they moved and despite the unhurried shift of their bodies her heart was beating so violently that she thought it pondered jumping out of her chest to meet his. There was no chance he wouldn’t be able to tell from the way he held her, and when he finally drew away a tad to look at her, she fully expected him to call her out for it.

But he didn’t. Instead his sinfully soft lips curled into a reassuring smile before he spoke.

“You were right.”

“I beg your pardon?”

A cute chuckle escaped his mouth, leaving the corners of his eyes crinkled in the most beautiful display of amusement.

“About what you said at your uncle’s birthday party.”

“Oh.” She had said a lot that evening, words that she had come to regret later and remembering them now set her cheeks on fire. “About what exactly?”

“About everything,” he admitted without hesitation, yet he couldn’t hide the spark of misery that flitted across his sea blue orbs. “Didn’t take me very long after that night to finally see things clearly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” It was true. Although she knew that she probably sounded like a madwoman after everything she had confronted him with back then, at least the frown on his forehead seemed to confirm that. “I truly am. I really would have liked to see you happy.” Even if it was with that girl.

She was glad she had managed to keep that last bit to herself. She had no idea why she had said that she was sorry in the first place, but judging by the wild smile on his face it must have been the right words after all.

“Well, I certainly am happier now than I was that night.” He shrugged. “So, thank you, I guess.”

She huffed. “For what? Making absolutely inappropriate remarks on your relationship? I shouldn’t have done that. I know that now. So it should be me who is sorry here, don’t you think?”

She could feel his fingertips press into the soft flesh of her back.

“Don’t be. I guess you were exactly what I needed.” It took him a second before he realised what he had just said. “I mean it. It was exactly what I needed.”

His eyes snapped to the left and she was thankful that he couldn’t see the grin that decorated her lips as she watched the treacherous colour creep into his cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears. For a while he didn’t say another word, probably still trying feverishly to figure out a way to take back his slip of the tongue. And when he finally spoke, she wished he hadn’t.

“There is one thing though that I have gone over and over in my mind. But no matter how long I think about it, it just won’t make sense.”

She already knew that she wouldn’t like where this conversation was heading now, but she found herself asking nonetheless.

“And what is that?”

His head turned without a warning as his eyes searched her gaze and for the blink of an eye his lips came so close that she couldn’t say if they had actually brushed along hers or if her needy heart had just imagined their brief touch. He didn’t answer her question right away, his breath blending with her own in the narrow space between their faces and suddenly she wasn’t so sure anymore if she had really only dreamed up their fleeting foretaste of a kiss.

“Why did you do it?” Panic rose in her chest. She hadn’t done anything. After all it had been him who had turned his head. But as he went on, she realised that he wasn’t referring to that at all and the suffocating distress eased away bit by bit. “I mean, we didn’t even know each other when you decided to come at me like that.”

Now it was her who had to avert her gaze.

“I think I don’t really want to answer that question.”

“Why not?” His voice was so soft and gentle, making it even harder to answer him.

“Because the truth might be kind of ugly.”

“But the outcome wasn’t, so I think I’ll take that risk.”

Her feet stopped their mechanical movements as a violent shiver ran down her spine. So this would be it then. It would be over before it had really begun. Pity. But at least she would have the memory of these few minutes, of his genuine smile and the way he had held her tight against his chest. With a deep sigh she bid their daydream of a dance goodbye.

“I could tell you now that it was for some noble reason, but at the bottom of it all I think it was nothing more than jealousy that drew me to your table that night. I had been unable to ignore you all evening — ignore her. The way she behaved like a spoiled brat, drinking and losing control, not caring in the least that she not only made a fool out of herself but of you as well. God, I hated her in that moment, for having everything I ever wanted and riding roughshod over it. And when I saw you sitting there, looking so utterly crestfallen, somehow I couldn’t help it.”

An undefinable silence settled between them and the only sound that remained was the beat of the music wafting over from the party that went on behind his back. The faint whisper of the melody seemed to push itself up between them and tear them further apart, exactly as she had expected. And just like the bass, her heartbeat slowed until it died away completely.

It was over and everything she wanted to do was let go of his hand so she could do him the favour of leaving, but to her astonishment he refused to set her free. And rather then releasing her from his grip, he squeezed her hand, briefly and just once, but it was enough for her to find the courage and face him. But instead of finding a frown or a scornful pair of eyes, his blinding smile made her forget to breathe for a moment.

“I had hoped you might say that.” And with that he pulled her into his arms again and continued swaying her to the music as if she had not just revealed her repulsive self to him. Her brain still a step behind, she couldn’t do anything but stare up at him stupidly.

“What? Why?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” And when she shook her head like a petrified imbecile, an amused chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Because even though your behaviour was extremely infuriating, I have to admit that I like you. And asking you out on a date will be so much easier now that I know you like me too.”

With a violent jolt, the useless muscle inside her chest started to beat again, its heavy pounding filling her ears with white noise as the world around her started to spin. Unable to stop the motion, she felt herself leaning in, her nails digging into the undoubtedly expensive fabric of his jacket as she desperately tried to gain control over her unruly body.

“So, will you go out with me?”

It seemed like an eternity until she finally mustered the strength for a mechanical nod. Neither had she noticed in her struggle that he had stopped dancing, nor that the priceless look on her face had made his eyes and heart go soft for her.

“Great. That’s settled then. When are you free?”

It was only when he took a step back, taking his warmth with him as his hand slipped out of hers, that she snapped out of her trance.

“Now.”

“Now? Like right now?”

More like now as in before she could screw everything up again.

“Yes, why not? I know you have a busy schedule, so finding a date when we are both free might be tough. And above that, it is a beautiful summer evening.”

Had all those words really fallen from her mouth right now? Embarrassed about her lack of composure, her hand flew up to her mouth, making him smile again.

“I guess you have a fair point there.” And just like that, his hand was there again, fingers entwining slowly with hers like they had never been meant for anyone else. “All right then, let’s get out of here.”

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who’s in charge? - Manuel Neuer & Miroslav Klose

Y/N x Manuel Neuer // Miroslav Klose

Theme: Smut (you’ve been warned)

having a threesome with Manuel and Miroslav x

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You’ve been friends with most of the German national team for a long time now, so it didn’t surprise anyone when you and Manuel started dating officially. In the beginning, you just wanted to see how it goes, but it turned out to be the perfect match. However, you’re now stuck in limbo, not sure if you’re actually a couple or not, and sometimes, it can get really awkward between the two of you, since nobody is ready to risk this relationship by confessing their true emotions.

Today, you’re at Manuel’s place just hanging out with him and another friend of yours, Miroslav. You’re sitting on the sofa, Manuel on your left side and Miroslav on your right side, both of them seemingly interested in getting your whole attention. “Can I tell you how good you look today, Y/N,” Miroslav says, smirking playfully. Blushing slightly, you turn towards him and play with your hair. “Thank you, Miro.” You say, putting your hand onto his lap, stroking his thighs gently.

Manuel raises an eyebrow, looking at you suspiciously before running a hand through his nicely done hair. “Babé. you always look beautiful.” He says, leaning into you, tenderly kissing your neck. You embrace his lips on your skin, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. “Aww. Manu. You’re too cute.” Feeling his hand now running down your body to your waist, you cannot help yourself but nearly give in to his touch completely.

“Guys,” Miroslav says, slightly annoyed crossing his arms in front of his chest. The two of you giggle quickly before separating. “I’m sorry.” You say, straightening your blouse. “I’m not,” Manuel smirks mischievously and you notice them exchanging weird looks with each other. “Well. Anyone else wants a beer?” You say quickly, getting up from the sofa pointing nervously at the kitchen. “Sure, babé,” Manuel says, winking and stroking your thighs gently while Miroslav just nods quietly. “Be right back.” You walk past them, your hands barely brushing over their legs.

While you’re in the kitchen, you can hear them mumbling something underneath their breaths, making you wonder what they could be talking about. You take three bottles of beer out of the fridge and make your way back into the living room, but as soon as you get closer they stop talking. “Thanks:” Miroslav says when you hand them a bottle before you sit down. “My pleasure.” You say, handing Manuel the other bottle, feeling one of his hands instantly on your thighs again, stroking you tenderly.

For a while, you just sit there, everyone taking a sip from their beer not saying another word. Still wondering about what happened earlier, you look at both of them as they’re are avoiding your gaze completely until you raise your voice. “So, what were you talking about earlier?” You say curiously, watching them getting nervous all of the sudden. “Uh, what?” Manuel says, scratching the back of his head. “It was nothing,” Miroslav says, finally meeting your eyes but he looks away shortly after.

“Guys.” You say raising both of your eyebrows, trying desperately to get it out of them. Just then, Manuel turns back to you, biting his own lips. “Look, we were thinking.” He stutters, looking around the room to find the right words to say. “We wanted to ask you if you were okay with a threesome,” Miroslav says quickly, shrugging once he gets a mean look from Manuel. “Dude:” He says in shock, locking his eyes with his.

At first, you’re thrown off by this request, but the longer you think about it, the more you like the idea. They are still looking at each other, trying so hard not to blush even more when you start to smirk playfully. “Sounds good.” You say, both of them flinching at the sounds of your voice. “Really?” Manuel says quietly, his eyes now narrowing slightly “Yeah, I mean, why not?” Miroslav giggles to himself, taking another sip of his beer. “You’re one of a kind.” He says, and you put a hand on both of their thighs. “I know, so, let’s go.”

You get up from the sofa, take one of their hands, and lead them into Manuel’s bedroom, with them muttering something, barely hearable again. Now, you’re standing in front of the huge bed, in between those two muscular men, not sure how to start this right here. “How about you put on a show for me?” You smirk at Manuel before you turn around to see Miroslav already running his hand down his chest.

“I got you.” He says and starts to unbutton his tight shirt slowly, one button at a time until his beautiful chest is nearly completely exposed. You cannot help yourself and stare at his toned body and of course, he notices it right away. “You wanna touch it?” He smirks deviously, slowly walking up to you. Hesitating, you swallow hard before he takes your hand gently and guides it across his chest, his warm skin feeling so good on yours.

“You haven’t seen me.” You can hear Manuel’s voice behind you and as soon you turn around, you see him just taking his shirt off, throwing it into the corner of the room. “God, that’s hot.” You whisper while he starts stroking himself firmly, feeling his muscles tense at his touch. “I know you like that.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at Miro again, who then hugs you from behind, kissing your neck. “You haven’t seen all of this.” He breathes down your neck, gently rubbing his crotch against your butt, letting you feel his dick getting bigger and bigger.

Moaning softly you try not to give in to him so soon, but you cannot resist the urge to feel him growing bigger with your own hand. Bending forward, you run a hand along your waistline, further down to his pants, stroking him firmly. “You’re a naughty one.” He growls deeply, his lips leaving searing wounds on your skin. As if this wouldn’t be enough, Manuel now closes in as well, putting his hands firmly on your waist and his lips barely brushing over yours.

“Don’t forget about me.” He breathes against your lips before kissing you lovingly. “How do you like me?” Manuel takes your other hand and leads it to his shorts, gently rubbing it across his dick. “Fuck.” You moan weakly, touching both of them at the same time. “Who do you want first.” Miroslav grunts angrily, kissing your neck one last time before separating slowly. “This is a lot.” You say, now only feeling Manuel’s cock bulging into the palm of your hand. “I know.” He growls as he also separates from you.

Slowly regaining your composure, you look at both of them standing there, each of them desiring you badly. You take a step closer to Manuel, placing a hand softly at his cheek, tracing his jawline to his warm lips, his taste still lingering on your tongue. “I hope you’ll enjoy the show.” He smirks slightly, looking at Miroslav over your shoulder. “Don’t be gentle.” Both of them exchanging knowing looks with each other before you turn around to the other guy.

Carefully, you lock eyes with Miro while you walk up to him, unbuttoning your blouse teasingly. He licks his lips and runs a hand through his hair. “Nice choice.” You press a finger on to his lips, shaking your head. “Let me decide.” But before you can say another word, he swirls you around, pinning you against a wall. “Who says that it’s up to you.” He grunts angrily, his hands instantly encompassing your whole body until they find their way into your blouse, feeling your tits sensually.

“You’re not the one in charge here.” He says quietly, one of his hands now running down your chest, unbuttoning your jeans easily. Giggling nervously, you feel his fingers slide into your pants, his thumb rubbing along your clit, causing you to moan softly. Just at the same time, you can hear Manu groan as well and you see him touching himself in the corner of your eye. “Good, you’re good.” You breathe heavily, enjoying his gentle touch on your skin.

“I didn’t even start.” He says, his eyes meeting yours again while he strokes your breasts and your clit. Together, you help each other take your shirt and blouse off and in one swift move, he unhooks your bra, exposing your gorgeous tits. His eyes now inspecting your chest, he licks his lips again. “That’s what I like to see,” Miroslav says, while you start stroking his chest gently, further down to his crotch, feeling his dick bulging even harder than before. “I can feel that.” You smirk, leaning in for another passionate kiss.

For a while, you kiss each other, while you can feel your jeans slide down your legs to your ankles, leaving nothing but your panties behind. “Get on already, I'm hard.” Manuel grunts, his hands deep inside his shorts, still touching himself tightly. “Fuck you,” Miro says, tilting his head slightly before you feel his fingers tugging at your underwear, desperately trying to get rid of them. It doesn’t take long for him to succeed, nearly ripping them off entirely.

“Not so fast.” You smirk and with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you manage to overpower him and push him off of you and onto the bed. At first, he gnashes his teeth, his hands now running down his own chest to his pants, pulling them down completely. You look at Manuel leaning against another wall, licking his own lips multiple times and his hands in his trousers before you turn back to Miro, now lying on top of the bed.

Now, he’s watching you crawl closer towards you, your hands gently brushing over his thighs, his bulging underwear, his chest to his neck. “You’ll enjoy this.” You smirk and slide into his boxers, feeling his dick bulging against your hand. Stroking him for a few seconds, you see his whole body immediately reacting to your touch, every muscle in his body tensing roughly. Quickly, you manage to remove his underwear, his cock now rubbing against your thighs, you let out a low moan.

“Fuck.” Manuel groans loudly as you help Miro slide inside you, both of you groaning breathlessly. You can feel his hands tightly at your ass, holding you in place once you start riding him, starting off slow but increasing the strength and place rapidly. “This is so good.” Miro grunts, his hands cupping your cheeks easily while you feel his cock twitching inside you, making you moan weakly. The tension nearly gets unbearable, with both of you groaning loudly as your bodies move in-sync with each other.

However, before it gets too intense, you can feel Manuel climb on to the bed as well, his hands gently stroking your back. “Let me take it from here.” He smirks, placing gentle kisses all over your back, your neck, and your shoulders. “What about me?” Miro growls loudly, his face tensing even harder. “You know what to do.” He says, his hands now running around your body, stroking your breasts firmly.

“Fine.” Miro groans before you help him slide out of you. Slowly turning around, you’re now facing Manuel, sitting on the bed, naked, his hard dick waiting to penetrate you. Gasping quietly, you cannot help yourself but stare at it for a little while. “I’ve been waiting so long now, let's not waste any more time.” Manuel groans, and simply overpowers you, pinning you to the bed while kissing you wildly.

Still feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of a dick inside you, you groan even louder once Manuel slides into you, filling you completely. “Fuck, you’re so huge.” You say, your voice is more guttural than before. “I know how to handle that, don’t worry.” He smirks deviously and starts thrusting into you, harshly, taking up the pace you had before easily. Unable to keep the pressure up, you turn your face to the side, seeing Miro jerking off to you getting fucked by another man.

While Manuel releases some steam, riding you wildly, Miroslav cums, letting out a deep groan before his hands fall into the sheets of the bed. It doesn’t take long for you to be pushed right over the edge, screaming out in ecstasy, looking back at Manuel, who’s body shudders suddenly as he cums too. The three of you groan together before you can feel the pressure leave your body, once he pulls his cock out of you, dropping to your other side.

All of you, slowly catching their breath, you exchange satisfied looks with both of them, getting closer to Manuel to rest your body on his. “Come here.” He whispers, embracing your body completely, gently stroking your arm. “This was fucking good,” Miro says, his hands now softly stroking his dick again. Giggling, you turn to Manuel, meeting his soft eyes looking at you lovingly. “You think we can be a couple?” You say quietly, trying to not pull any attention to that question. Manuel then leans in and kisses your forehead. “Yes, of course.”

For a few more minutes, you just lay there, talking about how good it felt to have this moment with each other.

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@lariksworld requested no. 19 with Manuel Neuer. Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) 19. "Sometimes I can't believe you're really mine." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Bayern Munich end of the season party was in full swing, and naturally, Manuel and you were attending. It was a lovely evening, with nice weather. Perfect for the outdoor barbecue which was organised. Manuel watched you from a short distance, as you chatted animatedly to a few of his teammates. Since you were meeting most of them for the first time, he liked to see you were fitting in well with the team and their spouses. Manuel smiled at you when you came back over to him after a while. “Nice lads,” you commented happily. “They are." Manuel still smiled at you. “What?” You giggled, slightly flustered by his lingering gaze. “Sometimes I can’t believe you’re really mine,” he said lovingly. “Really?” You blushed, “still, it’s true. I’m all yours.” He leaned in to kiss you. “And that makes me the luckiest man in the world.” Tags: @donkeykai, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @mmmufc, @crying-river

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miroslavcloset · 2 years ago

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Even now, you remain my light [Neuller +18 Fic] Chapter 1

A/N: Hi, fellow football lovers, may I offer you fluffy and dirty Neuller in these trying times? I'm still writing it but I'm really proud of what I've achieved up to today regarding this fic. The smut will be in the upcoming chapter and it will be posted as soon as is finished and I've written something for chapter 3 as well bc my adhd brain only works like this. Love you and thanks for reading <3 P.D: English is not my first language, but I did my best, hope everything is alright~

The sun was slowly sinking into the horizon marking the end of a long day of training and testing for the team, well, for everyone except for Manuel. The goalkeeper spent his days a little differently lately. He could rest except when he attended medical appointments and the therapies necessary for the recovery of the injury on his right leg. The bandages were somewhat annoying in themselves, but they were one of the few things that were required of him according to the medical staff. To be honest, he wasn't someone who took that kind of matter too seriously, maybe he was a little more resistant than the others expected or he just demanded too much of himself. Thomas assured him that was the second option, for sure.

Under the care of his boyfriend, Manuel did not do much and although he insisted that he could fend for himself, Thomas did not allow him to hang around the house more than his physiotherapists allowed him according to the diagnosis. Under any other circumstances, Manuel might even consider that somewhat annoying but seeing how Thomas spoiled him in many ways, from bringing him breakfast in bed, to helping him find the most comfortable sleeping position considering how tough the pain could be, achieved that little by little Manuel lowered his defenses and this time he let his partner show him how much he cared.

Usually, as one of the main faces of the team, Thomas had to attend more business meetings than the rest of the players, maybe some quick recording or interview regarding an upcoming game, which is why it wasn't normal for Thomas to get home before dark. But today would be something different. A little after noon, Manuel saw that his phone screen turned on, probably showing a new notification, without taking his eyes off the movie that was playing on the screen in his room, he unlocked the screen and saw that he received a message from Thomas. A smile spread across his face when he read that he would postpone a photo session due to his contract extension to arrive earlier to take care of him, and before Manuel could refute with any argument, another message accompanied the first one, saying that when proposing it to the managers, they had not raised any problem for it as long as the session had been taken care of on Monday. It was very nice to think that today he could spend more time than usual with Thomas, he had to admit that he felt his absence. He replied to the message with 'Can't wait to see you', followed by a selfie where he only showed half of his face, the other half under the white covers on the bed, the phone lit up again, this time with Thomas sending a picture of his own, of him in the team lockers, in the background some more players were seen organizing their things, in the caption of the photo he wrote 'I miss you. I'll see you later ;)', of course, he found it adorable.

The rest of the afternoon passed without much detail, Thomas did not specify the time he would arrive and Manuel did not ask either, he did not want to sound annoying, taking into consideration that his boyfriend postponed commitments to spend more time with him, obviously he would not pressure him. Manuel made himself comfortable between the covers, piling them a little under his right knee to give him some support and removing the extra pillow he had put behind his back earlier, little by little among the pleasant warmth of the room in contrast to the white cloak of snow that covered the city and the tranquility of knowing that Thomas would come home, made Manuel slowly feel that sleep was taking over him, the voices coming from the television became barely audible murmurs while his eyes closed and he let himself go to be able to rest.

A soft scent was the first thing he noticed, even before fully waking up, he didn't recognize precisely what it was but he breathed it a couple of times trying anyways to think about it. He settled down, stretched, and yawned before opening his eyes with some laziness still, he saw that the room was dark, the television turned off and the curtains closed, he was surprised at first sight, since it wasn't the way he left the room before he had gone to sleep, he turned to look at the door and noticed that the rest of the house was with the lights on and sounds were heard coming from the kitchen, even without thinking too much he leaned on his elbows to see that on the floor in front of the closet was Thomas' sports bag, still apparently unpacked. He couldn't help but smile as he realized that his boyfriend was the one cooking something in the kitchen, and knowing Thomas, he would surely make enough for both of them. His naps always made him wake up thirsty and he wanted to greet his boyfriend, so taking care of his right leg, he climbed out of bed and gripped his crutches tightly to get up. He tried to make as little noise as possible by going to the kitchen and when he got there he saw Thomas still wearing his uniform jersey and sweatpants, maybe he hadn't arrived long ago. He was moving from one side to another what seemed to be vegetables with some kind of sauce in a frying pan, to one side was a knife and a board with some scraps on it. Thomas turned to place one of the plates that he used to mix the ingredients in the dishwasher, and as he did so, he was surprised to see Manuel at the kitchen entrance. Immediately his expression softened, and he switched from concentration to a sweet smile directed at his partner.

-Hi love. Did you rest well?-Thomas approached to give Manuel a light kiss on the lips, who corresponded with one from him.

-Hello darling. Yes, thanks for the TV and the curtains, by the way. How was the training?

-I supposed that you would rest better like that, your hair tells me that I was right.- He mentioned with a smile and a gesture indicating how messy it was.

Manuel chuckled softly and thought about fixing it, only to remember that he couldn't let go of his crutches while he was standing up.

Thomas immediately realized it too.

-Wait, let me help you with that.- He rinsed his hands under the kitchen faucet and quickly dried them on a towel. He went to get one of the dining room chairs and put it right behind Manuel, putting one hand on his back and one on his arm to help him sit down.

-Are you comfortable like this?- He continued. -If you want I can take you to the room and as soon as dinner is ready I'll bring it to you. I'm worried that you're going from here to there.-

Manuel sat down and placed the crutches to one side, leaning them against the wall. He combed his hair a little with one hand, to fix it and intentionally made an attempt to hide the slight blush that threatened to betray the sweet emotions that Thomas' attentions aroused in him.

-Don't worry, I'm comfortable here, plus I have to be careful that what happened last week in the kitchen doesn't happen today…-he replied with a mischievous look.

-Come on, it was only once! First and last, I promise.- He laughed. Thomas, crouching down to be at Manuel's level, stared at him for a few seconds without saying anything, put both hands on each side of his face on his cheeks, and kissed him on the forehead.

Manuel felt the so-called 'Butterflies in his stomach' at the gesture, which made him think that even though they had been together as a couple for a considerable time, Thomas still had the ability to make him feel that it was the first time he had hugged or kissed him.

-And today could be the second as I see.- He said, looking from Thomas's side to the frying pan that apparently he had forgotten.

Thomas opened his eyes and immediately turned to look at the stove, took the pan, and put it on the off stove next to it, to then turn off the one where the vegetables were. -No, definitely not today. I admit that I was saved from this one.- He took a couple more ingredients from the refrigerator and was arranging two plates after taking out tongs to serve hot food. -Have I told you that I adore your goalkeeper reflexes? They work to save almost anything, even our dinner.- A giggle escaped him and Thomas looked back at him smiling.

-Can I help you with something?- Manuel asked, taking his crutches from where they were lying.

-Nope. Everything is under control, captain.-

-Do you want to dine in the room? If you want we can see the movie that I didn't finish.-

-I love the idea. I'll finish serving the dishes and I'll take you to the room, okay?-

-Don't worry. I would like to help you with something else… It is one of the many inconveniences that injuries like this bring.- Manuel mentioned with a somewhat melancholic tone in his voice. He got up on his crutches and tried to grab the chair by the back to put it in place, but Thomas stopped him just before he could move it.

-I'll put it in place, love. How about you play the movie in the room while I get there? I usually get kinda confused with so many streaming services.-

-You are right about that. I got it.-

There is nothing Thomas would like more than to be able to help him in any way he can, even with the relatively easy task of getting from the kitchen to the bedroom, but he was also aware that Manuel was feeling a certain frustration at not being able to fend for himself at 100%. Even while he was recovering from the injury, he was someone characterized by his independence and leadership, not for nothing had he spent many seasons as the captain of one of the best teams in Europe.

He took a tray from among the drawers, served Manuel's dinner, and went to the main room. His boyfriend was sitting on the bed, typing in the search bar of the TV the title he wanted. He put the tray down and Manuel responded with a sincere 'Thank you', Thomas caressed his cheek with the back of his hand and returned to the kitchen for his own plate, upon entering he was greeted by Manuel with a smile and a light pat on the bed on the empty place next to him, motioning for him to sit next to him. Thomas settled back on the bed, careful not to move the dishes too much.

They ate in silence, watching the movie on the screen, only interrupting it with random questions like 'Would you like me to bring you something else to drink?' or 'Would you like anything else?', Thomas was not used to staying focused on a movie throughout the whole course of it, his attention shifting from one thing to another around him, but with this one, Manuel had made a very good choice as it wasn't too long and although it wasn't particularly an audiovisual masterpiece, it was quite entertaining and perfectly understandable until the end.

When it finished and the final credits began to roll on the screen, Manuel stretched out his arms, settling himself into place, and Thomas stood up to collect the dishes. He looked at the clock to make sure that there were still a few hours left for the medicines that Manuel had to take, so there was no problem.

Immersed in checking for any other care that might be eluding him, he carried everything on the tray back to the kitchen, thinking that later he would put everything in the dishwasher. He checked that apart from that, he had nothing on the waiting list and turned off the lights to return to the room.

Earlier that afternoon, Thomas had come straight from training and walked into the room to greet his partner. There was Manuel taking a nap in his bed, with the covers a little spread but enough to cover him from his shoulders down, the screen with a movie on standby, his light but rhythmic breathing, the sunset lights coming through the glass of the windows and the pleasant temperature at which the room was kept made Manuel look comfortable and peaceful. Thomas smiled to himself, maybe later he would tell him how adorable he looked… He took off his shoes, left his bag on the floor in front of the closet since he didn't want to make noise with the doors, closed the curtains, and turned off the TV. Finally, he approached him and gave him a small kiss on the forehead.

Now Manuel was looking at the screen of his phone, going through a few various apps. Thomas suddenly sat down next to him and slowly moved the phone away from them, earning his attention. Without thinking twice, he brought his face closer and kissed Manuel, pressing his lips against his, letting himself be carried away by how soft they felt. No matter how much time passed or how many times he kissed him, he always felt his heart race and a fleeting spark in his chest, the relief of a satisfied need to express how much he loved him and wanted him by his side. Thomas raised his hand and placed it on one of Manuel's cheeks, touching his skin in light movements, wanting to feel his partner as much as possible, his skin, his lips, everything that he could absorb at that moment.

Their recently separated routines were making that desire to feel close to each other flourish at moments like these, that touching contact was the trigger for the passion they needed to express. Manuel intertwined his fingers with Thomas' short hair, bringing him closer, if possible, even closer to him, feeling his impatience of consuming even more of him grow. He gently touched Thomas' lips with his tongue, exposing his need to deepen the kiss. As soon as he felt it, Thomas gently turned his face away from him, leaving Manuel with rapid breaths and a slightly confused look, with the intense blue of his eyes questioning the reason for the distance.

Thomas kissed him on the cheek and leaned close to his ear, saying softly: -I'll take a shower, honey. It'll take a moment and I'll get back to you, okay?-

He caressed his face for a couple of seconds in a gesture of affection and without saying anything else, he got up from the bed. He was heading towards the bathroom door, when he felt a slight tug on his fingers and someone holding them, impeding his advance. Thomas turned around, seeing Manuel sitting on the bed leaning towards him, stretching out his arm to take his hand, looking down with frustration and a tinge of sadness in his gaze.

-Manu...?-

-I… I've missed you, you know?- He looked up at him, this time with determination. -And I really want to take advantage of every moment you're here.- Although his tone remained firm, his white complexion began to reveal a marked blush. -Can I go with you?-

Thomas definitely didn't see that coming and the way he opened his eyes at his request showed that such a request was unusual from his partner. He softened his expression, returning his face to the characteristic expression that showed the state of mind of the moments in Manuel's company. He smiled and after bending down he approached him until the tips of his noses touched. -I have an idea, love.- He whispered to him, -Hold on to my shoulders and I'll help you. Come with me.-

#sorry for being like this #neuller #manuel neuer #thomas müller #thomas muller #football fanfic #fanfic #germany nt #fc bayern munich #i'm beyond good and evil at this point #gif by me #btw

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