#robin le normand smut

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 ✮ R. LE NORMAND

summary. after months of finding you cute robin decides to do something about it.

warnings. zubimendi!reader, rough sex, cream pie. 18+

gabri speaks! what can i say i’m a sucker for the teammate’s younger sister trope. based off ride or die pt. 2 by sevdaliza

YOUR THROAT BURNED as you took a sip of the tequila nico was passing around. you had just graduated uni and considering you spent all your time studying the taste of alcohol was still relatively new to you. in fact the whole environment around you – strangers making out, drinking, and smoking– was all strange to you. you didn’t mind but considering your brother was the only person you knew, you were lost.

robin studies you from across the room noticing how out of place you felt. he’d met you before in donostia having talked to you once or twice. he’d always seen you as martin’s younger innocent sister. he debates whether or not he should approach you and start a conversation. you start toying with your necklace and as you look around all doe eyed he decides to break the barrier.

the conversation starts out friendly, enjoyable. the two of you bonding over your brother’s messy habits, you don’t notice the way robin steals glances at your cleavage. eventually the tension piles up as he his hand accidentally touches yours, multiple times. you find yourself toying with your bracelets as he gets closer and the conversation topics change. you’re not sure when your interaction with him takes a different turn but soon enough you find yourself in a random room in the giant apartment the guys rented.

he brings you down slowly and gently until you’re sitting perfectly on his lap, your dressing riding up your legs a bit. the mirror across the room allowing you a perfect view of yourself and him. he trails his hands down your body, kissing your neck in the process, stopping when they land on your thighs. just a few months ago he was at your house eating dinner with your parents and now here he was teasing you.

“tell me to stop and i will.” he whispers until your ear.

you think about it for a second asking yourself if it was really worth it to ruin your brother’s friendship for a one night stand. it’s been months since you felt the touch of someone else and for some reason robin turned you on. your back is against his chest but you can feel his slow breathing. you decide to be selfish for once.

“don’t stop.” you whisper.

his hand finds it’s way into your hair pushing your head towards him. his lips mold into yours as he pulls you in for a kiss. as you whine at the contact his lips move perfectly against yours. you’d never been kissed so sensually before in your life and you feel yourself growing hotter as the two of you make out in the poorly lit room. as the kiss grows deeper — your eyes fully closed as he explores your mouth — his hand gets closer to your clothed core. your panties are soaked by the time he touches you and you can’t help but jerk at the sudden contact.

“izorratu.” you moan as he dips his fingers inside your panties. (fuck.)

he steals a quick glance at you realizing the usage of your native language. all those months of fawning over you had finally paid off. his fingers spread your slick around trying to prep you for him. you arch your back against him as his fingers get dangerously close to your center, where you need him the most. his touch is intense and ardent, you can barely concentrate as he brings one finger inside of you. the intrusion takes you by surprise. you gasp as he fills you fully with his finger.

“so tight.” he groans against you.

“fuck, robin move.” you urge him. “please.”

he brings his finger out fully before plunging it deep inside you again causing your hips to thrust into his hand. you look pathetic in the mirror as you try to fuck yourself against his hand. the view of his finger inside you being too much. you’re not surprised you can feel your orgasm build up quickly, after all you hadn’t slept with someone in months. your thrusts grow erratic as he curls his finger into you allowing for him to hit your g-spot multiple times. your whines grow louder as you feel your climax approaching.

“more. s’close. robin.” you can hardly speak.

he manages to understand you behind your incoherent words. he drags another finger towards your aching core and inserts it as well. the feeling of him inside your walls is too much. you squeeze him hard before coming undone on his fingers. your movements coming to a halt as he gives you your first orgasm of the night. his fingers slowly leave you empty and you watch tiredly as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. the view being a sight for sore eyes.

then he kisses you like a starved man. you can taste yourself on his lips and your body molds into his once again. you’re finally able to feel him under you and you can’t help but get excited at the idea of him being inside of you, fucking you dumb. you grind against him wanting to get a reaction out of him.

“tell me you want it.” he grabs your jaw forcing you to face him.

“please robin i need you, inside me.” you whine at the growing bulge under you.

he zips down his pants freeing himself and you’re able to feel all of him under you. curiosity gets the better of you and you grind against him wanting to feel how big he was. his hands instantly go to your hips stopping you from moving anymore.

“impatient.” tsk. “if you keep moving i won’t fuck you.”

you stay still after that wanting to feel full once again. it’d been months since you fucked anyone and didn’t want to pass on the opportunity of being fucked by robin. he moves you towards him more so he’s able to bring his cock towards your entrance. he drags it through your folds spreading your slick making you incredibly wet in the process. your nails dig into his thighs as he brings the tip to your aching hole. he hisses as his tip enters you and you can’t help but jerk at the feeling of finally having him inside you. he’s gentle and eventually he fills you up to the hilt.

he grabs your jaw pulling you into another passionate kiss and he’s able to taste your dior lipgloss. the smell of chocolate filling the air as the two of you sloppily make out.

“ready?” he pants.

“mhm.” you nod up at him.

at that he exits you fully before thrusting back into you at a slow pace. you lean into his chest fully as your walls squeeze around him being intoxicated by his movements. the room is filled with the noise of skin against skin as he repeatedly fills you up completely. you find yourself bouncing on his dick as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching. he spreads your legs more allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before.

“s’close.” you whine feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approach.

he brings his fingers back to your folds circling your clit as you take him. you only last a couple of more minutes before you’re coming on his dick. he lasts a couple of more minutes until the feeling of your right cunt is too much for him. you feel him fill you up with his cum as he reaches his own climax. the two of you struggle to catch your breathes as you lay there. you’re unable to move feeling too sensitive everywhere.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” he pulls you in for one final kiss.

robin realises then and there that he’s fucked. he was completely and utterly fucked. he may have been pussy whipped but from that moment he was drawn to you. he was going to have you even if it meant fighting your brother.

[httpsseli]

𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌 ✿; 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽

;𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍. in which you were gawking at the waitress when a possesive robin takes a different turn after dinner

;𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. smut(18+), unprotected sex, hair pulling, ass spanking, squirting, pet names, bathroom sex. i believe this is not proofread, lmk if im missing anything!!

authors note// i love these dinner tropes sm😭😭.

“seriously, what were you thinking?" robbing slapped your inner thigh, you whined. “i wasn't thinking about anything! what’s your fucking issue!” you retorted, sitting up as soon as he parked the car. “my issue? you and the waitress having a moment where you two clearly were eye fucking in front of me,” he grumbled, but you met his gaze head-on. “stop fucking overreacting.” you said annoyed as you quickly got out of the car, the sound of your heels echoing your confident stride. robin shook his head and followed behind you.

you walked into the bedroom and then into the bathroom, turning the lights on. robin leaned against the door and said, “pissed i caught you?” you glared at him. “can you just shut the hell up? it’s not a big deal for heaven's sake!” you threw your hands in the air, and he walked over to you. "what?” you gave him a disgusted look. he chuckled, "i see we're giving attitude tonight, huh?" he said, crossing his arms.

“yes! you keep assuming everything! i wasn't eye fucking him as you said!" you yelled. you walked past him, "idiot," you mumbled. he grabbed you by the front of your dress, yanking you to him. "the only idiot here is you. not me, or my perspective of what happened, because you just have no clue of what you put yourself in.” he said, dragging you to the bathroom.

you looked at him, he turned you around quickly. you gasped at the aggression, “since you want to, be a brat and not admit your mistake.” he said, untying the back of your dress, grabbing your sleeves and dropping them down. your breasts now out in display, cheeks flushed in a pink tint, “put your head down. don’t even look until i say anything.” he said, you nodded your head before he slapped your ass. “am i clear?” he said.

“y-yes..” you spoke, flustered as you felt the butterflies travel down south. the possesive and controling side of robin always had you in a sex trance, you would do anything but tonight was going to be even more different. he removed your dresss off, before ripping off your panties. you gasped, “what the fu—ah!” you lowered your head down with the loud and harsh spank to your ass that caused you to whimper. “shut up.” he said, undressing himself, he rubbed your folds, chuckling dryly.

“you’re already eager for this aren’t you?” he said, you bit your lip, looking at him through your reflection. “maybe not for you.” you smirked, he tugged on your hair causing you to grunt. “you won’t be talking in a moment of a few minutes.” he said, slamming himself in. you gasped with a moan, he begn to thrust at a intense and uncivil pace causing you to moan loudly.

you gripped onto the counter, nail digging into the marble material, he pulled on the back of your hair. you moaned repeatedly, looking up at him. he smirked at you, “care to add on more of your back talking?” he smiled, you stayed quiet not saying a single word as your moans did the talking now. your legs were starting to wobble from the stilettos you had on. “look at the mirror.” he said, you managed nod your head, yes. looking at the mirror, you cried out when he nearly hit the spongy spot in you.

he smirked thrusting deeper as he found your spongy spot causing you to moan uncontrollably. “r-robin!” you moaned out, he gripped onto your waist. pushing you forward, ass out now infront of him. he slapped your ass, “you’re mine. you understand me, mine.” he said, you nodded your head, another slap hit you on your ass cheek. “yes,yes! i-i’m yours!” you whined, your eyes shutting as you felt your orgasm peeking through.

he groaned, feeling you squeeze around him. “wait for me, i’m almost there.” he panted, you were a moaning mess with your brain all mushy and fogged up. “i-i want to c-um! pl-easee!” you moaned out, eyes rolling back. he kissed your neck.

“look in the mirror again.” he said, fondling with your ass giving it a few squeezes.

“h-hm?” you looked at him through the mirror, he kissed your neck, causing you to lean your head to the side. holding onto his wrist.

“look, hermosa.” he pulled your hair, forcefully making you look at your reflection of him corrupting himself into you. “see what mess you made yourself into?” he said, you moaned in response. his fingers crossed down to your labia and in between your clit causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden circular movement. “you’re moaning over me, precisely begging for more princesa.” he said, you moaned louder than before nodding your head at every single thing.

“he wouldn’t fuck you like this, your already too fucked to even answer, dumb little brain and mouth of yours.” he said slapping your ass, your eyes watering from his rough thrusts while he gutted you so perfectly. he twitched throughout his hard thrusts, you looked up at him from your tilted head. you wrapped your hands behind the back of his head head, “i-i’m gonna..” you moaned out, “go ahead.” he said.

you came all over him, squeezing him tightly as he came inside you. he pulled out, turning you around, watching his cum land on your breasts to tummy. you held onto the counter, “wouldve been better if you came in me..” you mumbled, he looked at you. “with your behavior, no.” he rested his head on your shoulder, you leaned your head closer to his shoulder, biting on his skin. his cock twitched when your lips began planting wet kisses, you looked at him giggling. “i love this aggressive side of you mi amor..” you said cupping his cheeks, he kissed your shoulder blade, lips immediately going down to your boobs. he grabbed them both, cupping them together with his hands. you moaned, feeling him suck on your hardened nipple.

“your making me wet againnnn..!” you whined out, head leaned back as you felt him play with your nipple, his finger twisting and pulling it while sucking on the other one. feeling hot enough already, your thighs started rubbing against each other for some type of relief and pleasure. he pecked both your nipples before kissing in between your boobs, moving up to kissing your neck causing you to arch your back. he kissed your lips, your hands tugging onto his hair as you kissed back sloppily. the two of you kissing so deeply and hungry for each other. “touch me please..” you said grabbing his hand, he slapped your hand off.

he gripped on your waist harshly and pressing deeply into your skin, causing you to cry out as he turned you around again. he slapped your ass, “just imagine how that guy would react seeing you like this.” he whispered against your ear, pushing himself into your pussy causing you to moan loudly with the hard thrust. he slammed himself harder into you, repeatedly causing you to blabber nonsense words.

“i know, i know. feels so good you just want more of me and not that prick huh?” he slapped your ass as you nodded your head in eager. robin sucked on your neck, leaving another mark on a very noticeable spot. you leaned your head against his shoulder, you felt him twitch again. you lowered your head, shutting your eyes wanting to come already from the pleasure. “c-close..u-ugh..” you cried out when he slapped your ass again, “oh fuck!” you screamed squirting all over, your walls being painted by his cum.

he turned you around, your eyes looking up at him. “now we know at the end of this.” he said chuckling, you rolled your eyes, slapping his arm. “shut up..” you mumbled, he turned you around one more time.

“do you see your makeup?” he said, hands resting on your waist.

“y-yeah.. what about it?” you said, looking at him through the mirror.

“its all ruined just because of me.” he slapped your ass causing you to giggle, “now you know not to flirt.” he said slapping your ass one more time, he walked over to turn the shower. you wiped your makeup off with a makeup wipe, throwing it in the trash. your legs shaking and sore as you walked over to him. “maybe you can fuck me however you want this time.” you whispered in his ear, touching his bicep.

he picked you up, you giggled. “i could go for another round..” he said, you giggled kissing his lips.

[strawberryblue-blog]

ANYTHING LE NORMAND!! but i was thinking him and reader (whos friends with someine from the national team) having sm tension and then at some hangout or party they get heated

Fire inside —Robin Le Normand.

Summary: request.

Warning: none. Enemies to lovers.

Words count: +1.5k

From the moment you enter the party, you know it's going to be a long night. You nervously adjust your dress, holding back the urge to go for a run when you see the group of guys a little far away from you. You didn't want to come, but your best friend insisted and you couldn't say no when it's his birthday.

And as is typical, Robin is here too. Robin, the jerk. Your best friend's friend. His shadow follows your best friend everywhere, like a charming parasite you can't shake off. You hate his presence so much, his air of superiority when he talks to others, his accent so annoying and attractive at the same time. You try not to approach him when you are together but he seems to love bother you. In fact, he clearly enjoys teasing you.

"Wow, so you do have some decent clothes in your closet?" he comments with a smirk when he sees you approach.

You glare at him. Some laugh at the comment, others look at him indifferently. But you smile without letting it get to you, preparing your response.

"Did you just speak Spanish? Say it again I didn't understand you" you scoff too and your friend gives you a warning look.

Robin laughs, as if this is all a game. And for him, it probably is. He likes to see you angry. He likes to provoke you. And you won't be far behind.

"Relax, princess. Tonight is for enjoyment" he whispers as he walks past you, shaking your hair with his finger.

You roll your eyes and ignore him. But even if you try to walk away, its presence haunts you. He is always nearby. In the same group, at the same table, with the same smug smile. Your friends soon join in and spend the night laughing, celebrating and toasting as you dance and fool around.

The dance floor is full when your gaze is drawn to it. Then you see it.

Robin is dancing with a girl. Too close. His hand on her waist, his lips murmuring something in her ear, the way his smile curves mischievously. He laughs with her and caresses her.

You don't care. Or at least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

But something inside you tightens. You swallow saliva averting your gaze but you can't help spying him again. You feel something strange inside your chest.

It's not anger. It's not rage. It's something else. Something you don't want to admit. So you make a decision without thinking.

You turn around and approach the dance floor feeling the nerves fluttering in your belly. It doesn't take you long to find an attractive guy, looking at you as you approach him. You don't care about his name. It only matters that he's tall, that he has good hands and most of all, that Robin is looking at you.

Now you have his attention.

You rest your hands on his shoulders and the guy hugs your waist as you smile at each other in greeting. This is probably the craziest thing you've ever done but you don't care. You want to do it.

You start to move, more provocative than necessary, letting the neon lights draw shadows on your skin. You feel the boy's hands coming up around your waist, his breath close to your ear.

You spin on the dance floor as you continue to move and have fun and you smile when you see Robin watching you.

His smile disappears.

The look in his eyes is deeper despite the distance, you can see how his eyebrows curve. He stops, no longer dancing with the girl and barely holding her. His fun is over. You smile a little, hiding your smile when he looks at you excitedly.

For a moment, you think he won't do anything more. But then, he moves too.

He caresses the girl's neck slowly, brushing her skin with his lips. Teasing you. His gaze is fixed on yours, challenging you.

It's a game now.

You play with your partner's hair, leaning into him, letting him see too much. Robin sees it. And he responds. His hands slide down her back, his mouth on her collarbone. But his gaze is still on you.

You feel the air thicken. You can't take your eyes off him. It's as if Robin is a magnet for your gaze.

And then you do.

You look down at the boy in front of you and kiss him. A deep, hot, desperate kiss for something you don't even understand. But as you do it, you think about him.

And when you look up, you see him. Robin kisses the girl's neck but his gaze is locked on yours. Challenging you. A few feet away you can see his pupils dilate as the lights shine on him. You close your eyes averting his attention as the boy's hands encircle your back.

Opening your eyes, the image of Robin in front of you causes you to break the kiss and you snap back to reality as you see the stranger confused.

Your heart is pounding, did you just imagine Robin kissing you? You swallow as you pull away from the boy. What just happened?

What the hell are you doing?

The heat in your body is suffocating. It's too much. You've just crossed the line. You break away abruptly and walk out of the club between the bodies colliding with yours, longing to get to the door as soon as possible.

You need air.

You walk to a nearby alley, leaning against the wall as you try to calm down. Your thoughts drown you as you try to catch your breath. Your hands shake and you feel your chest jump. This shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have affected you.

"Running away already?"

You tense at the sound of his voice. You barely turn your gaze before you feel a chill. It's obvious it's him.

Robin is there, standing at the entrance to the alley, with that same irritating smile but something in his gaze has changed.

There's fire in his eyes.

"What do you want, Robin?" you spit out sighing.

"The same thing you do" he replies, taking a step closer. "To know what the fuck just happened in there"

Your jaw tenses. Your dress starts to tighten and suffocate you as Robin's footsteps stop in front of you. You shake your head acting innocent. Nothing happened. Just two idiots playing with fire.

"Nothing happened" you whisper with fear.

"Nothing?" Robin lets out a dry laugh taking a step even closer. "Nothing is you kissing me with someone else's mouth?" he asks smiling sideways.

His words make your breath catch for a second. You want to respond quickly but you are in shock. You feel anger rise in your chest. You clench your fists as you count to ten calming your urge to punch him right there.

You pretend to smile, amused. As if what he said wouldn't affect you, even though your blood pressure just exploded.

"Says you" you cheer with a wry laugh. "Maybe it was you who wanted to be in his place"

You raise your head to face him. Despite the huge difference in height between you, because you have to admit that Robin is taller than any other man you know. Still, you feel confident.

How can he look so handsome from this angle? You wonder as your eyes slowly scan his carved face. He seems to be taking his time, smiling as if he had won a bet. Looking at you with a touch of contempt and desire at the same time. And you know it because you look at him the same way.

The silence between you is sharp. You are close but not so close as to make you tremble. So why are you trembling?

You look at each other, breathing heavily. His eyes keep challenging you intensely. You don't know if you want to hit him or kiss him. Probably both.

Robin takes a step closer.

You don't move. Then take another.

There's no more room.

His body is too close. His breath mingles with yours. His eyes roam your face, your mouth, your neck. And then, as if something explodes inside you, you kiss him.

It's not soft. It's not sweet.

It is rage. It's desire. It's everything you've been avoiding.

Robin pushes you against the wall, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. Your nails dig into his back. He devours you. And you let him do it.

There's no hate in this kiss. Or maybe too much.

But it's fire. It's fire inside your bodies.

[leclercloml]

Defensive Heat | RLN24

Pairing: Robin Le Normand x Physiotherapist!reader

Genre: oneshot

Warning: smut

Summary: She’s the physiotherapist who keeps Atlético Madrid running, hands steady and smile bright, especially for Roro, the teammate who’s been her rock from the start. But Robin Le Normand’s been watching, brooding, his quiet intensity simmering under the surface for months.

The physiotherapy room at Atlético Madrid’s training complex was my sanctuary, white walls, neatly stacked rolls of tape, the faint smell of antiseptic. I’d been part of the team for nearly a year, long enough to know the players’ quirks, their injuries, their banter. Rodrigo Riquelme or Roro, was my anchor from day one. He’d stroll in with that cheeky grin, tossing playful jabs about my “magic hands” while I patched him up after a rough tackle. We clicked instantly, a friendship that made the chaos of match days bearable. But there was someone else who’d been creeping into my thoughts lately, someone I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried, Robin Le Normand.

It started months ago, subtle at first. The way his hazel eyes lingered a beat too long when I’d stretch his calf after a game. The quiet “thanks” he’d mutter, his voice rougher than it needed to be, like he was holding something back. He wasn’t loud like Roro, didn’t fill the room with charm, he was all intensity, a wall of quiet strength that made my stomach flip whenever he was near. I’d catch myself noticing the way his broad shoulders filled out his kit, the flex of his forearms when he’d grip the table during a session. And he’d notice me noticing, his lips twitching into that rare, almost-smirk that felt like a secret between us. We never spoke about it, but the air had been humming with it for weeks, unspoken, electric, dangerous.

Today, the training ground was winding down, the late afternoon light slanting through the windows. I was tidying up when the door swung open, and there he was, Robin, still in his sweat-soaked kit, his dark hair a damp mess from the session. He moved like he always did, deliberate and powerful, his 6’2” frame dominating the space. He rubbed the back of his thigh, a faint wince crossing his sharp features.

“Hamstring’s acting up,” he said, his voice low, gravelly from shouting drills. “Can you take a look?”

I nodded, gesturing to the table. “Hop up. Let’s see what’s going on.” My tone was casual, professional, but my pulse betrayed me, ticking faster as he settled onto the padded surface. His kit clung to him, outlining the hard lines of his body, broad chest, tapered waist, thighs thick with muscle. I’d seen him like this dozens of times, but today it hit different, the tension we’d been dancing around coiling tighter.

I started with the basics, my hands gliding over his hamstring, pressing into the taut muscle to find the source of the stiffness. His skin was warm, radiating heat from the workout, and I could feel every subtle shift as he adjusted under my touch. He was quiet at first, just watching me, but his breathing changed, deeper, a little uneven, when my fingers worked higher, near the edge of his shorts. A low sound slipped from him, not quite a groan, and my eyes flicked up to meet his. He didn’t look away, and that steady, burning gaze made my throat go dry.

“Been feeling this for a while?” I asked, trying to keep it light, but my voice came out softer than I meant.

“On and off,” he said, his tone clipped, like he was distracted. “You’d know if you paid attention.” I paused, hands still on his leg, caught off guard. “I pay attention to everyone.”

“Not like you do with Roro,” he shot back, quieter now, but there was an edge to it, something raw that made my stomach twist. He shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes narrowing slightly. “He’s always in here, laughing with you. What’s that about?”

The air shifted, heavy with the weight of what he wasn’t saying. I straightened, brushing my hands on my pants, buying time. “Roro’s been there since I started. He’s easy to talk to, keeps things light. We’re friends.”

“Friends,” he echoed, the word sounding bitter on his tongue. He swung his legs off the table and stood, closing the distance between us in one fluid step. Up close, he was overwhelming, tall, solid, the scent of sweat and grass clinging to him. “I see how you are with him. The way you smile, the way you lean in when he talks. You don’t do that with me.”

My breath hitched, the accusation hanging there. “Robin, it’s nothi-”

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing,” he cut in, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. He was close now, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him, see the flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes. “I’ve been watching you for months. Every time I’m in here, I’m waiting for you to look at me like that, just once. And you don’t.”

I swallowed, my heart hammering. “You think I don’t see you?”

“I think you see him more,” he said, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides like he was fighting to keep them still. “I’m out there busting my ass, taking hits, and all I can think about is whether you’re in here laughing with him. Do you know how that feels? To want,” he stopped, exhaling sharply, his eyes searching mine. “To want you to notice me the way I notice you?”

The confession hit me like a punch, stripping away the walls we’d both kept up. I stepped closer, drawn in despite myself, my voice barely steady. “I notice you, Robin. More than you think. You’re not Roro, you’re different. Quiet, intense. It’s hard to look away.”

His breath caught, and for a second, we just stood there, the space between us crackling. “Then why don’t you?” he asked, softer now, almost pleading. “Why don’t you let me in?”

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” I admitted, my hands itching to reach for him. “You’re always so… controlled. I thought-”

“I’m not controlled around you,” he said, stepping in until his chest brushed mine, his voice rough with need. “Not anymore.” His hand hovered near my cheek, hesitating, then settled there, his thumb brushing my skin with a tenderness that didn’t match the fire in his eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t feel this.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, and that was it, the dam broke. His lips crashed into mine, not tentative or slow, but hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long. I grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into the damp fabric of his kit as he pulled me against him, his hands sliding to my waist, gripping hard. The kiss was messy, all heat and teeth, his stubble scraping my skin as he tilted my head back, deepening it. He pressed me against the table, his body a solid wall of muscle, every inch of him trembling with want.

I tugged at his hair, earning a low groan that vibrated through me, and he retaliated by nipping my bottom lip, his hands roaming up my back, possessive and sure. The room spun, the sterile shelves, the hum of the air conditioning, all of it drowned out by the thud of his heartbeat against mine, the taste of salt and longing on his tongue. He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against mine, his voice a wrecked murmur. “You’re mine now, yeah? Not his." I chuckled "I was never his"

His mouth found mine again, fiercer this time, a hungry edge to every kiss as he pressed himself closer, the table digging into my hips. His hands slid under my shirt, rough palms grazing the bare skin of my waist, sending a jolt of heat straight through me. I arched into him, my nails scraping down his back over the damp kit, feeling the flex of muscle beneath. He groaned into my mouth, the sound raw and needy, and shifted his grip, lifting me just enough to perch me on the edge of the table.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he rasped, his lips trailing down my neck, hot and wet, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear. His hands roamed higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my ribs, teasing the line of my bra as he pressed his hips against mine, the hard length of him unmistakable through his shorts. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him tighter, and he rewarded me with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that made my head tip back.

“Robin,” I breathed, barely coherent, my hands fisting in his hair as he sucked a mark into my collarbone, his stubble burning against my skin. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and wild, his chest heaving.

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice thick with want, one hand sliding down to grip my thigh, fingers digging in as he rocked against me once more, the friction dizzying. “Say my name.” His other hand yanked my shirt up higher, exposing my stomach, and he dipped his head, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line just above my waistband. I moaned, louder than I meant to, and he smirked against my skin, his teeth nipping at the edge before he straightened, pinning me with that feral stare.

“Robin,” I gasped, my voice breaking as he ground himself harder against me, the thin fabric of his shorts doing nothing to hide how much he wanted this—wanted me. His hand slipped under my thigh, hitching it higher, opening me up to him as he pressed himself flush, the pressure maddening. “Fuck, please-”

“That’s it,” he growled, cutting me off with a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. He shoved my shirt up completely, tugging it over my head in one rough motion, and his hands were on me instantly—cupping, squeezing, thumbs brushing over the lace of my bra until I whimpered into his mouth. His hips snapped forward again, harder, and I could feel every inch of him, thick and insistent, the heat pooling low in my core as he murmured against my lips, “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this".”

He dragged his mouth down my chest, kissing and biting a path over the swell of my breasts, his stubble leaving a delicious sting. One hand slid between us, fingers teasing the waistband of my pants, dipping just inside, testing, while the other pinned my hip to the table, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice a low rumble, his breath hot against my skin as he rocked into me again, slow and torturous. “Tell me, or I stop right now.”

"I want this".

[melanieph321]

Can you please write more of Robin Le Normand fluff,smut anything that man is not appreciated enough🥲

Of course, love ❤️

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Break Up Sex

+18

It's so nasty 🤭

When Reader and Robin go through an ugly break up, that can only end in one way.

Enjoy!

"How long have you felt this way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for how long have you thought about breaking up?"

He had changed. Both you and Robin had changed during your years together. And when he finally got pick up to play with Real Sociedad's first team, that's when the two of you really grew apart.

"I cheated on you, Robin. Isn't that a good enough reason for us to break up?"

It wasn't your proudest moment, and in your defense, you were drunk and sad on your birthday. Your birthday, which Robin forgot. Hooking up with his teammate was the biggest mistake of your life. However, owning up to it was the right thing to do.

"You made a mistake, Y/N. There's no reason why we should...."

"But you don't want me, Robin!"

The room fell silent. Robin sat before you in a chair while you were on the bed, arms wrapped around your legs. He seemed to think carefully about what to say next, not wanting to lose control. But for once, why couldn't he just lose control?

"You don't want me, Robin. At least not like you wanted me before."

"I'm not sure. I know what you mean?"

"Sex Robin. We don't fuck anymore."

His eyes widened, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"And somedays go by without you kissing me. Do you know how that makes me feel not to be touched? It makes me feel disgusting and unwanted. You make me feel disgusting and unwanted, Robin. "

"So you cheated on me?" He stood. Robin stood but did not seem to know where exactly to go.

"Yes, I cheated on you. It was a mistake, but..."

"With who?" He stood back regarding you like the despicable human being that you were.

"What does it matter, Robin? What's done is done. "

"You told me that it was with one of my teammates. But with whom exactly?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. TELL ME WHO!"

You flinched, the motion rattling the mattress below you. "Robin." You rose to your feet approaching him slowly.

"Stay back." He shook his head. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

It was inevitable. Through the highs of falling in love to the lows of falling out of it, your relationship had at one point turned toxic. As toxic as it could be when there was no pleasure involved.

"I'll get my things." You said and made your way out of the room. However, Robin lunged towards you, grabbing your wrist, forcing you to face him.

"Robin." You gasped. The desperation, it was very uncharacteristic of him. Same thing for the tears in his eyes.

"Was he better than me?" His hand trembled holding onto your wrist.

"What?"

"Don't act stupid. Ander, was he better than me in bed? Is that what this is about?"

"Y...you knew?"

"That you fucked that idiot, of course. How could you expect a guy like to keep his mouth shut. He is a disgrace of a player and even more so of a man. But perhaps that's what turns you on these days."

It was a valid reaction to slap him. There was no doubt that Robin saw it coming as he squinted his eyes with the impact, the impact that left a mark on his right cheek. You went for a second round. However, Robin was quick and caught you in the motion, pinning your hands above your head, backing you up against the wall.

"I hate you." You hissed.

"No, you don't. You love me, which makes it even harder for you to let me go."

"Robin, let me go."

He shook his head. "I can't. I love you."

You fought him, and he fought to keep you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, his leg between your thighs.

"Robin." You whispered. "Let. Me. Go."

His lowered his head to the crook of your neck, his lips against the lobe of your ear. "No. I want to fuck you."

You sighed. Robin's knee edged closer between your legs, up your naked thighs.

"I want to fuck you. Hard and fast."

"Robin...please." You were begging him to let you go. To let you leave and move on. But at the same time, his voice, his touch...it's all you ever wanted.

His breath was hot against your skin and your face. When he pressed his lips against yours, it felt like the stars in the sky had plunged right through you, allowing you to feel the greatest force of nature, gravity, to edge you closer to him. To Robin and the way his hand had slid down your stomach and up your skirt.

"God, Robin."

"You like that don't you?"

"Yes."

You were in a dase. Robin's fingers traced along the lace of your panties, his knuckles knocking against your folds.

"You're wet." He pulled back, lips plump from kissing. "You're already wet for me."

You wanted to tell him to wipe that fucking grin off his face, however, all you could do was nod you head. With the heavy pulse between your legs all you wanted was for him to touch you, anywhere, anyhow.

"Can I use two fingers?"

"Stop asking for permission and fuck me already."

He chuckled, voice rough and seductive. Nevertheless, he did as you pleased, inserting two fingers where it ached the most.

"Fuck." You eyes squinted with the seamless sensation. You had to grab onto his shoulders not to lose your footing as his fingers edged deeper inside of you.

"Don't be shy, baby, tell me how much you need this."

"I need this." You cried.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"I need this, Robin! Please...I need you."

It stopped. With abrut motion, all movement inside you stopped.

"You need me?" His gaze was narrow, staring you down as if he demanded your answer.

You nodded your head. "One last time. I need you, I need—"

He kissed you. He kissed you breathlessly, knocking your head back against the wall. His tongue moved eagerly inside of you as his fingers slipped out of you, leaving a missing feeling. However, not for too long as Robin moved you over to the edge of the bed, bending you over in a way that offered you to him.

He made you spread your legs and praised your compliance by taking himself out of his pants, rubbing his tip down your folds.

"Robin, please." The teasing, it was also uncharacteristic. It was vengeful, a punishment.

"One last time baby. You'll have me one last time."

It was break up sex for the books. A memory that might get you wet just thinking back to it. Robin was merciless, pushing himself inside of you like an animal in heat. He held you pinned by the hips so that every backshot felt just like that, a shot, sending shivers down your spine. He grunted with every thrust, cursing your name and the man he believed to have stolen your heart. However, it was impossible. No matter how high and how low your relationship got, the love you had for each other was real, perhaps the realeset it had ever been.

As the grunting stopped, Robin pulled himself out of you just before erupting. The two of you then fell back on the bed, reaching to hold each other if only for one more night. It was a moment true but sad. It was true love. True love at its breaking point.

[footballerimaginess]

Euro Celebrations

anything le normand😭😭like celebrating the euros with him can be with smut or not Word Count: 322 Spain were the champions of Euro 2024. "I can't believe you just did that, you won the euros" you ran to Robin as he was standing on the pitch, taking the atmosphere all in.

"Thank you amor, I can't believe it either" Robin cooed as he wrapped his hand gently around your waist. "You make me so so proud" you kissed his neck as you walked around the pitch with him as you could see people moving with the trophy. "Once we have done here and celebrated in Spain, shall we go away somewhere special? we deserve it I believe" he smiled as he grabbed your hand tightly. "Ooh I love that idea, yes I think we well you deserve a holiday" you smiled as Robin wanted a photo with the trophy, so you posed for a few photos. The next few days were a complete whirlwind, you had been celebrating in Spain for most of it, struggling was word to put it because you had so much to drink you were a little worse for wear. Robin had promised you to celebrate winning the euro's, he would book a holiday for wherever you wanted to go. As you had said you had no idea where you wanted to go, you kept the decision up to him. "This place is incredible, I can't believe you have taken me here" you told him as you looked at the clear water and white sand. "It is beautiful isn't it, I felt we deserved a trip. It may be cut short, agent told me Atletico Madrid want me" he sheepishly smiles. "Oh that doesn't matter babe, as long as we have a good time Robi" you smiled as you grabbed his hand as you both walked along the sand. "I feel the luckiest girl in the world being here, with you" you grinned. "I am sure I'm the luckiest person here, not you" Robin smirked.

[melanieph321]

Hi dear how are you? I have a request can you please write a story about Robin Le Normand (smut and fluff) of winning the euros and celebrating with his girlfriend(if possible can you write amelia instead of y/n please)and thank you very much girly🫶🏻🖤

This request was so good, the fic wrote itself. 🙌

Robin Le Normand x Reader - True Champion

Enjoy!

You ran onto the pitch alongside your boyfriend's family. Robin saw you all coming towards him and didn't really know which one of you were going to reach him first. His brother however, had cleared a path through the fallen confetti and did not hesitate to tackle Robin to the ground when he reached him.

"Congratulations bro, champions of Europe!"

It was a beautiful sight, everyone was laughing. While you waited for your turn to hug your boyfriend your attention was drawn to the magnitude that was the Olympic stadium in Germany. Most of the crowd had gone home by now, at least on the English side. But imagine playing football during a full house of spectators. How massive and amazing to be able to come out victorious.

"Pretty cool, eh?"

"Robin!" You squealed, feeling his arms wrap around you from behind. His family were done with him now and instead took turns trying on his gold medal. Meaning he was all yours.

"I'm so proud of you baby, congratulations!" You turned around in his arms, hugging him tight.

"Thanks baby. I hope you enjoyed the show."

"The show?" You chuckled. "Robin, you just made history with Spain, can't you see that?"

It was strange, the way he shied away when you said this.

"Well, I didn't really play until the final whistle but...."

"But what?" You frowned. There were several Spanish players who hadn't step foot on the pitch once during the whole tournament, and still celebrated harder than your boyfriend. Not to mention the Spanish people back home. They were all most likely dancing in front of their TV's right now.

"Why would you say that Robin? What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, nothing." He muttered. "I just didn't play full ninety, that's all."

You got a swift kiss on your cheek before Robin diverged his attention elsewhere, to one of his Spanish teammates, who waved him over for a group pic.

"Hey, Amelia!" Robin's sister called you over, seeing as you were a bit dissoriented, standing by yourself. "Come lift the trophy, it's heavier than you'd think."

You went over to Robin's family who someonehow got their hands on the winning trophy. However, throughout the whole night you couldn't help but to sense some angst coming from your boyfriend. Unlike his teammates and his family, he seemed unhappy for some reason.

"I need a shower." Robin said, once you reached his hotel. You hesitated to look on the clock upon entery, seeing as the sun was already on the verge of rising again. It was that late, or perhaps the right term was early. It was that early.

"Baby?"

"Huh?" You sat on the bed, a bit frozen in time. Robin stood before you stripped of his shirt and a towel wrap around his waist.

"You coming?" He said.

"Coming?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, to shower with me."

"Oh." Slight heat rose to your face. You had assumed that after a day such as this one, Robin would be too tired to do anything, but apparently you thought wrong.

"Or perhaps you're not in the mood?" He mumbled.

"Oh, no that's not it." You stood. "It's just that...."

"Yes?"

"Well...."

"Amelia?" He frowned. "If there's something you want to say to me just say it."

It was unlike him to lash out at you like he did. Something was clearly bothering him.

You took a deep breath. "Robin...baby. I know there's something bothering you about the game tonight."

He put his hand on his hips. "And what would that be? We won."

"Yes, I get that. But when your family and I greeted you on the pitch I could tell right away that something was wrong. You even said so yourself. You're unhappy that you didn't get to play a full ninety minutes. But why?"

Robin sighed. He approached a wall to lean back on, his head knocking against it.

"I'm not Spanish." He said.

"It's alright, you can tell me." You assured. It was something you had come to notice about your boyfriend. How hard he worked to have the world precive him as someone sure of themselves. Hiding the fact that he was not.

"What?"

He shook his head. "I'm not Spanish, but I fought for Spain during this championship."

He was talking about his double citizenship. How he was born in France but through football became a citizen of Spanish. There had been a lot of people giving him a hard time about it ahead of the tournament, and you suspected that every minute Robin played for Spain was a chance to prove himself to the spanish people.

"I got booked in the match against France." Robin said, his voice a bit clogged. "I know my parents would never tell me this, but they would have been so proud to see me out there, playing against our home nation. Where I could've belonged."

"Oh, Robin...." You approached him, taking his face into your hands. "Why haven't you told me any of this before?"

"Because, I wanted to make you and my family proud. But I played like shit today, overthinking the whole game. I'm actually glad that coach swapped me, but I know that the Spanish people back home won't be."

"Robin, baby. Listen to me." You looked him dead in his warm eyes. "I am those Spanish people you speak of and we couldn't be more proud to have you."

"Amelia."

"No, you're one of us and don't you fucking forget it."

He pulled you into a hug. A hug that turned into a kiss. A kiss that turned into a makeout session with slipping hands. Robin's hands, eager to undress you.

"I really need a shower." He chuckled.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Lead the way."

[strawberryblue-blog]

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[melanieph321]

Sorry for bothering again girly i want to request another one where like the reader is inexperienced completely(a virgin) and Robin teaches her everything and like is her first a long smut again plsss and thank u for your amazing works girly🫶🏻🖤

Love this! 😝

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 9)

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Never Been Touched Part 1/2

PART 2

Enjoy! 🌺

Things were getting serious between you and Robin. His family invited you to spend a weekend with them in Normandie, and the invitation alone set the tone for how much you meant to Robin and he you. 

You had only been dating for three months, three slow months since the distance between you after Robin's move to Madrid became a hurdle in how fast your relationship was moving.  Up until now you had never spent a night with Robin let alone a whole weekend. It's not like you worried that you wouldn't get along, it's just…what if Robin wanted more of you than you could give? What if he wanted to take your relationship to another level while you had no idea how to?

"You okay, baby? You look hot."

"I do?" You blushed where you stood, watching your boyfriend unpack his suitcase while you took in the size of your hotel room. It was actually part of a bigger summerhouse, rented by Robin's parents for the weekend. Their room and Robin's brother's was located downstairs while you and Robin had the whole second floor to yourself. "I guess it's pretty warm in here. Isn't there an AC we can turn on?"

Robin glanced around the room, to no luck of course. "Not in here, but I can check downstairs if there is a fan." He left his suitcase on the bed and approached yours that was still standing on the floor. "Do you need me to help you unpack?"

"Erm…no, not really. I'll just do it after."

"After?" He said, a devious smile twitching the corner of his lips. "After what exactly?"

You were brought back as Robin stepped forward, his large frame suddenly cradling you. His hands were brought to rest on your hips while his eyes regarded you curiously. 

"I…" You stammered. "It's just a figure of speech, baby. I didn't really mean anything by it."

"No? But what if I did?"

You yelped when he pulled you forward, Robin's lips crashing against yours. You whimpered helplessly into his mouth as he deepened the kiss with his dominant tongue.

"Robin." You moaned, surprised by his eagerness to have you. "Your family."

"What about them?" He groaned, his lips tracing down your neck, moving on to nip the outlines of your collarbone.

"What if they hear us?"

He paused, "From downstairs?"

You nodded your head.

He grinned. "I don't think so."

It was really happening. Robin wanted to go all the way with you, right here and right now. He went to remove your jacket, tugging it down your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

"Baby?" Your efforts to slow him down were useless as Robin's kisses were venomous, clouding your mind until you fell drunk by them.

"God, you're beautiful." He wrestled you onto the bed, your body ending up right next to his suitcase. "I've wanted you like this for so long."

"Me too." You squealed. Although the way his eyes lit up with your words sent a shiver down your spine.

"Can I?" Robin eyes landed somewhere below your waist. He was referring to your stockings, wanting to roll them down your legs.

"Okay." You whispered, your voice smothered by the heartbeat in your throat. 

Robin wasted no time, dropping to his knees while his long fingers disappeared underneath your skirt.

"Fuck." You fell back onto the bed, closing your eyes while trying to slow down your breathing. 

Robin removed your stocking with ease, but stayed on his knees with your legs spread between his hands. "Can I?" His voice murmured somewhere below.

Your eyes reopened, but not until you popped up onto your elbow did you meet his, Robin's dark and hungry gaze. "Can…can you what?" You said, voice trembling.

A wide grin spread on his lips, however his voice remained steady and clear. "Can I kiss you?"

"Kiss me?" You shifted nervously. "Of course you can kiss me baby. Why would you—"

"Down there." He said, eyes darting between your legs.

"Oh."

He has never done that before, at least not to you. Robin probably had his fair share of experiences with other girls, you, however, had none. Zero. Nothing. Nada. And that's why it hurt you to say, "No, thanks."

There was a beat. A moment between your reply to his question and the moment Robin came to process it. "No?" He repeated, his puzzled expression mixed with what could only be interpreted as hurt. "You don't want me to…"

You shook your head and angled your knees, ultimately closing your legs. "Like I said, your family might hear us." You rolled off the bed and made your way towards your suitcase. You brought it to the bed, Robin's eyes burning against the side of your temple.

"Baby?" He said, a tad of humor in his tone. "If you're worried about being loud, don't be. I'll just use my hands to—"

"It's not that." You cringed, really not eager to hear him finish that sentence. 

He seemed to falter with your reaction, rising from the floor, his height once again over taking yours. You had to tilt your head to meet his eyes. "Y/N." He sighed and brought you to sit down with him on the bed, his hands holding yours.

"I'm just not in the mood. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He frowned. "You're allowed to say no, hell…" He shook his head. "If you're ever uncomfortable with what I'm doing, you need to tell me. But I also need you to be honest with me."

You exhaled in relief. "Deal."

"Good." He raised your hands and brought them to his lips, serenading them with the sweetest kisses. Once you were relaxed again he lifted his head, meeting your eyes with a curious glimt.

"What?" You smiled.

"Be honest with me." He said.

"About what?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Robin." You exclaimed and stood from the bed, insulted to the very core. His laughter said it all, he had figured out your obvious secret.

"You can tell me baby, I won't judge."

"I—." You contemplated lying, but for what reason. This was Robin, your loving boyfriend who respected you more than anyone ever had. "Fine. Yes. Okay." You coughed. "You got me, I'm a virgin." You stood with your hands on your hips, waiting for the usual taunting that guys and girls would shower you with once they realized that you were in your mid twenties and as untouched as the dark side of the moon. You waited and waíted, however the insults never came. Instead Robin reached out his hand, wanting you to join him on the bed again. You did so reluctantly.

"I've been meaning to tell you." You muttered.

"I wish you did. It would've explained a lot."

"Like what?" You frowned, however Robin's expression was somewhat reassuring.

"Well, every time we've gotten this far," He said, referring to your hot minute in bed just now. "You've always shied away with a reason not to do it, and overall you've never seemed comfortable with having me on top of you."

"God, this is embarrassing."

"You shouldn't be." He said as an answer to your bitter mumbling. "I'm actually honored to be your first…if that is what you want, of course."

Your eyes fell on the floor, the carpet covered in lovely flower patterns. You've always thought of yourself as a flower. Ironic, considering the circumstances. However, every flower must shed its petals and to choose who you did that with was a privilege in itself.

"I want to." You said, your voice barely above a whisper. Nevertheless Robin had stiffened beside you, a boyish look about him.

"You do?"

"Yes." You smiled shyly. "But…"

"But?" His shoulders dropped, sensing your hesitation. You lifted your head to meet his eyes, not caring if you were blushing like a girl. "I want to…have sex, with you. I just don't know how to."

Robin's chest rose with his sudden inhale. The deep intake of air, indicating the containment of his emotions, his raw and excited emotions. "Well, then we will keep taking things slow." He nodded, squeezing your hands reassuringly. "Whenever you're ready you'll let me know and the two of us will go through the emotions, together."

You were grateful to have your moment interrupted by Robin's mother, the knock on the door shifting your heads.

"Oh, pardon." She apologized, seeing you and Robin on the bed, your stockings on the floor.

"It's okay mom, we were just unpacking." Robin smiled and tugged you to a stand along with him. "Did you want anything?"

"Yes. Your father and I were thinking about taking a walk on the beach before dinner. Would you and Y/N like to join us?"

Robin looked at you, letting you decide.

"Of course, Madame Le Normand. We'll be right downstairs."

"Great, and please, Y/N, call me Corinne. We're all family here."

"Of course." You smiled, feeling how Robin gave your hand a light squeeze.

PART 2

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

(DAY 2)

(DAY 3)

(DAY 4)

(DAY 5)

(DAY 6)

(DAY 7)

(DAY 8)

[leclercloml]

Football Masterlist

smut will be marked with - ✿

Oneshot:

Movie night | Pedri Gonzalez

Rain Soaked Sparks | Pedri Gonzalez ✿

Boyfriend headcannons | Pedri Gonzalez ✿

Defensive Heat | Robin Le Normand ✿

Beach Date | Joao Felix

Series:

tba...

Social Media AU:

Blaugrana girl | Pedri Gonzalez

Shameless | Pedri González ✿

Bunny? it's MIFFY | Ferran Torres

Fake text messages:

Footballer Fake Text 1

Footballer Fake Text 2

Footballer Fake Text 3

Footballer Fake Text 4 | Jude Bellingham

Footballer Fake Text 5 | Pablo Gavi

Footballer Fake Text 6

Football Fake Text 7 | Groupchat ver

Football Fake Text 8 | Pedri González

Football Fake Text 9 | Ben Chilwell

Football Fake Text 10

Football Fake Text 11

[pedriscroquettes]

Do you write Robin Le Normand? If yes can you please do a robin rough sex smut?

here you go bbg 🤍

[httpsseli]

OH YES 👄

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 ✮ R. LE NORMAND

summary. after months of finding you cute robin decides to do something about it.

warnings. zubimendi!reader, rough sex, cream pie. 18+

gabri speaks! what can i say i’m a sucker for the teammate’s younger sister trope. based off ride or die pt. 2 by sevdaliza

YOUR THROAT BURNED as you took a sip of the tequila nico was passing around. you had just graduated uni and considering you spent all your time studying the taste of alcohol was still relatively new to you. in fact the whole environment around you – strangers making out, drinking, and smoking– was all strange to you. you didn’t mind but considering your brother was the only person you knew, you were lost.

robin studies you from across the room noticing how out of place you felt. he’d met you before in donostia having talked to you once or twice. he’d always seen you as martin’s younger innocent sister. he debates whether or not he should approach you and start a conversation. you start toying with your necklace and as you look around all doe eyed he decides to break the barrier.

the conversation starts out friendly, enjoyable. the two of you bonding over your brother’s messy habits, you don’t notice the way robin steals glances at your cleavage. eventually the tension piles up as he his hand accidentally touches yours, multiple times. you find yourself toying with your bracelets as he gets closer and the conversation topics change. you’re not sure when your interaction with him takes a different turn but soon enough you find yourself in a random room in the giant apartment the guys rented.

he brings you down slowly and gently until you’re sitting perfectly on his lap, your dressing riding up your legs a bit. the mirror across the room allowing you a perfect view of yourself and him. he trails his hands down your body, kissing your neck in the process, stopping when they land on your thighs. just a few months ago he was at your house eating dinner with your parents and now here he was teasing you.

“tell me to stop and i will.” he whispers until your ear.

you think about it for a second asking yourself if it was really worth it to ruin your brother’s friendship for a one night stand. it’s been months since you felt the touch of someone else and for some reason robin turned you on. your back is against his chest but you can feel his slow breathing. you decide to be selfish for once.

“don’t stop.” you whisper.

his hand finds it’s way into your hair pushing your head towards him. his lips mold into yours as he pulls you in for a kiss. as you whine at the contact his lips move perfectly against yours. you’d never been kissed so sensually before in your life and you feel yourself growing hotter as the two of you make out in the poorly lit room. as the kiss grows deeper — your eyes fully closed as he explores your mouth — his hand gets closer to your clothed core. your panties are soaked by the time he touches you and you can’t help but jerk at the sudden contact.

“izorratu.” you moan as he dips his fingers inside your panties. (fuck.)

he steals a quick glance at you realizing the usage of your native language. all those months of fawning over you had finally paid off. his fingers spread your slick around trying to prep you for him. you arch your back against him as his fingers get dangerously close to your center, where you need him the most. his touch is intense and ardent, you can barely concentrate as he brings one finger inside of you. the intrusion takes you by surprise. you gasp as he fills you fully with his finger.

“so tight.” he groans against you.

“fuck, robin move.” you urge him. “please.”

he brings his finger out fully before plunging it deep inside you again causing your hips to thrust into his hand. you look pathetic in the mirror as you try to fuck yourself against his hand. the view of his finger inside you being too much. you’re not surprised you can feel your orgasm build up quickly, after all you hadn’t slept with someone in months. your thrusts grow erratic as he curls his finger into you allowing for him to hit your g-spot multiple times. your whines grow louder as you feel your climax approaching.

“more. s’close. robin.” you can hardly speak.

he manages to understand you behind your incoherent words. he drags another finger towards your aching core and inserts it as well. the feeling of him inside your walls is too much. you squeeze him hard before coming undone on his fingers. your movements coming to a halt as he gives you your first orgasm of the night. his fingers slowly leave you empty and you watch tiredly as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. the view being a sight for sore eyes.

then he kisses you like a starved man. you can taste yourself on his lips and your body molds into his once again. you’re finally able to feel him under you and you can’t help but get excited at the idea of him being inside of you, fucking you dumb. you grind against him wanting to get a reaction out of him.

“tell me you want it.” he grabs your jaw forcing you to face him.

“please robin i need you, inside me.” you whine at the growing bulge under you.

he zips down his pants freeing himself and you’re able to feel all of him under you. curiosity gets the better of you and you grind against him wanting to feel how big he was. his hands instantly go to your hips stopping you from moving anymore.

“impatient.” tsk. “if you keep moving i won’t fuck you.”

you stay still after that wanting to feel full once again. it’d been months since you fucked anyone and didn’t want to pass on the opportunity of being fucked by robin. he moves you towards him more so he’s able to bring his cock towards your entrance. he drags it through your folds spreading your slick making you incredibly wet in the process. your nails dig into his thighs as he brings the tip to your aching hole. he hisses as his tip enters you and you can’t help but jerk at the feeling of finally having him inside you. he’s gentle and eventually he fills you up to the hilt.

he grabs your jaw pulling you into another passionate kiss and he’s able to taste your dior lipgloss. the smell of chocolate filling the air as the two of you sloppily make out.

“ready?” he pants.

“mhm.” you nod up at him.

at that he exits you fully before thrusting back into you at a slow pace. you lean into his chest fully as your walls squeeze around him being intoxicated by his movements. the room is filled with the noise of skin against skin as he repeatedly fills you up completely. you find yourself bouncing on his dick as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching. he spreads your legs more allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before.

“s’close.” you whine feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approach.

he brings his fingers back to your folds circling your clit as you take him. you only last a couple of more minutes before you’re coming on his dick. he lasts a couple of more minutes until the feeling of your right cunt is too much for him. you feel him fill you up with his cum as he reaches his own climax. the two of you struggle to catch your breathes as you lay there. you’re unable to move feeling too sensitive everywhere.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” he pulls you in for one final kiss.

robin realises then and there that he’s fucked. he was completely and utterly fucked. he may have been pussy whipped but from that moment he was drawn to you. he was going to have you even if it meant fighting your brother.