#requests: merih demiral

[emwritesfootball]

Trophy Win | Merih Demiral

ok i wasn't here yesterday for it but celebrating the trophy win with merih and he's worked up and energetic and just getting it all out of him by putting it on you😏

Word Count: 456

Warnings: a dirtier description of sex from me than you might be used to...

A/N: Thank you to @meteora-fc for this one! Xx

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Merih wasted no time getting your clothes off and putting you underneath him when he got home. The 4-1 win over Bologne had been intense, and even though Merih hadn’t had any time on the pitch, he was still just as worked up over the win as the rest of his teammates.

You didn’t mind not having any foreplay beforehand. Merih had been sending you teasing texts all day - as well as some during the match - and your body was already more than ready to be used by him when he’d gotten home.

Filthy Turkish fell from Merih’s lips and mixed with your whimpers as he slammed into you, his dick hitting your g spot just right. Your nails raked down his back and you knew he’d be marked up the next morning but you didn’t care - he was making you feel so good and all you wanted to do was show your appreciation. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down onto you. Merih always liked incredibly dirty sex and tonight was no exception. You knew that you’d want to shower when he was done with you but he would end up pinning you between him and the bed, not letting you go until morning and making you sleep with his cum leaking out of your pussy.

You could feel your orgasm building and you tried to let Merih know you were close. He smirked, shifting so that he could finger your clit and trigger your orgasm, drawing it out while he continued to thrust into you and give you a second in quick succession. It wasn’t until your second orgasm was winding down that you felt Merih’s cum coat your inner walls, the sensation leaving you breathless.

Merih collapsed on top of you, making sure not to crush you as the two of you caught your breath. His body was slick with sweat, as was yours, and you shifted so you could try to get out of the wet spot he’d inevitably made you leave on the sheets.

“Congratulations on your win, aşkım,” you murmured, your fingertips tracing over the scratch marks on his back. My love. “I know how hard you and the rest of the team worked.”

You felt Merih smile into your shoulder, a kiss to your collarbone following moments later. “Just wish I’d gotten to play a little more for you.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, nuzzling his cheek. “I always savour every moment I get to see you on the pitch.”

The two of you talked until well past midnight, recounting the season and discussing your predictions for the Euros. When you finally fell asleep, it was in Merih’s arms, both of you sated and ready for whatever the summer held.

[emwritesfootball]

Left Behind | Merih Demiral

I am a juve fan and you had Demiral pieces, that’s why I thought you write for him. I am not good at requesting things I am so sorry if I am doing it wrong right now. There are serious rumors that Demi will leave us and go to Germany and I feel quite upset because I think he did not have enough chances to show his potential and also he is kinda cute 👉👈. So may I ask you to write something about him and his leaving, something angsty and leaving someone behind etc.??

Word Count: 751

Warnings: just angst; brief mentions of sex but nothing descriptive

A/N: At the time I write this, Merih’s already been loaned to Atalanta, so I’m using that as the basis for this. Hope it still works for you xx

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You’d heard the rumours but you brushed them off as just that - rumours. Merih was the target of multiple clubs and you trusted him to keep you in the loop if anything serious were to arise.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to leave without a word.

There wasn’t so much as a note when you rolled over to wake up to an empty bed. Merih had insisted he spend the night with you and there seemed to be an urgency in the way he’d kissed you. Usually, your kisses were slow, holding promises your bodies kept later when he took you to bed. Last night had been different and so had the sex. Merih seemed to want to worship you and it felt like he was making the moment count. You hated that you shed a few tears afterwards as he spooned you, whispering words of love in more languages than you could understand.

It all made sense now, though, as you started to fully wake up. You checked your phone, quickly realizing that something had happened. The first thing to pop up on your Instagram was a post from Merih about going on loan to Atalanta. Your heart sank as you read his goodbye to Juventus, the words feeling more like they were meant for you than any of the fans.

Without thinking, you called him but it went straight to voicemail. “Please, Merih, talk to me. I just heard the news. Why didn’t you say anything?” You hung up before you could say anything else, turning off your phone completely before turning into a sobbing, inconsolable mess.

Meanwhile, two hours away, Merih was listening to your message and wondering how he was going to fix this. He’d been so focused on his career and finding a new club for the season that he hadn’t even given any thought to how he’d tell you about his future until the future was today and he was panicking.

He didn’t call you back until he finished the first week of training with Atalanta, but it was too late. He could hear it in your voice, the way you give him one-word answers and barely said anything. “Will you come to the first match of the season?” He asked before hanging up, needing to try one last thing.

“I’ll have to see.”

Merih clung to those four words like a lifeline. Every morning, he woke up and sent you a good morning text that you read but never responded to and he ended his nights the exact same way. You were the first and last person he thought about every day and he was desperate to get you back.

You had other ideas. Merih had hurt you so badly when he left unexpectedly that you weren’t sure you were ever going to forgive him. As each day got closer to the first match of the season, you kept thinking about him and his offer for you to come. The date was circled on your calendar but you just didn’t have the heart to make a decision either way.

When the day finally came, Merih looked for you in the crowd. He’d sent a kit to you, hoping you would show up wearing it.

And you did.

You sat in the stands wearing the kit, the name and number weighing heavily on your back. As you watched him play, you started to solidify your decision.

“You came!” Merih’s face lit up when he saw you at the end of the match.

“I did.” He moved to hug you but you stepped back, not wanting to have him break your resolve now. “Merih…”

“No.” His face contorted in pain and he shook his head. “No.”

“I’m sorry.” You paused. “Actually, no I’m not sorry. You left me, not the other way around. You don’t get to want me back now that you’ve gone and left me. You don’t get to keep trying to get me back now that you’ve realized what a mistake you’ve made. You can’t fix this, Merih.”

“Please. Just give me another chance. I know I don’t deserve it, but I know I can try to make up for it.”

“You can’t.” Your eyes were locked with his as you lifted his kit over your head, handing it to him. “Here, take this. You should have it because I have no use for it anymore. Goodbye, Merih.”

WIth that, you turned and walked out of Gewiss Stadium without looking back.

[emwritesfootball]

Masterlist: Merih Demiral

Originals

Seni Bekliyor (Waiting For You)

- - - Requests

Trophy Win

Left Behind

[emwritesfootball]

Requests: 12 July 2021

* All Times UK

8a - Trophy Win | Merih Demiral

12n - Stress Relief | Zeki Çelik

4p - Relax | Eric Dier

[emwritesfootball]

Requests: 4 June

All Times UK

8a - Seni Bekliyor | Merih Demiral

12n - Hugs 32 | Taylan Antalyalı

4p - Insecure | Martin Ødegaard