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[emwritesfootball]

Dialogue / Situation / Setting | 8 with Roman Bürki

“You’re so much fun to touch.” + Bedroom + Spanking

Word Count: 374

Warnings: spanking/caning

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Your skin burned hot with humiliation as you buried your face in the comforter, trying to hide your tears from Roman. “Ow!” You cried out, kicking your legs as he landed another stinging slap to your ass, right over the same spot he’d hit the last few times. Your fingers gripped the comforter and you gritted your teeth as tears stung your eyes. “Please, Roman! I’ve learned my lesson!”

Roman ran a soothing hand over your ass cheeks before palming and pinching and squeezing. “Darling, just because you think you’ve learnt your lesson doesn’t mean your punishment is going to end. I’ll finish once I believe I’ve taught you your lesson. Besides,” he hummed, running his hands from your thighs up to your waist, “you’re just so much fun to touch.”

Your pussy started to get wet at his praise and you involuntarily let out a moan when he slipped his hand between your legs. Your hips lifted and you rubbed your clit against his thigh, hating how good the combination of stinging and wetness felt. “Roman,” you whimpered when he slid a finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly before he rained a series of smacks down on your ass while keeping his finger inside you. You thrashed around, the pain mixing with the pleasure and before you could stop yourself, you were cumming around his fingers while he spanked you.

You stilled when he stopped spanking you, catching your breath as you tried to come down from the orgasm. You were hoping Roman didn’t realize what had happened, but you knew him better than that.

Roman helped you up, holding you in his arms as he let you cry it out. When you were done, he went to grab the balm to rub into your ass, making sure you weren’t going to be too sore in the morning.

“Stand up,” he ordered when he was done. You obeyed, wide-eyed. “Bend over; hands to your ankles.”

Roman got up and left the room, returning with something. You gasped when you felt him tap the cane between your lower lips on your clit.

“Girls who cum without permission get ten strokes on their pussy,” Roman murmured, right before landing the first stroke.

[lxndonorris]

aftermath - Roman Bürki

Y/N x Roman Bürki

Theme: angsty fluff, fluffy angst (not too explicit)

Roman makes it up to you after having a fight x

word count: 1160+

tagging: @henrythickcavill​, @lawsandother​, @sunslittlesister​, @kngcleopatra​

The gloomy moonlight is nearly the only thing illuminating the streets of Dortmund and right now, you’re standing in front of one of your favorite clubs, holding yourself due to the cold wind swirling around your feet, legs, and hair. As if it isn’t already frustrating enough, everyone around you has the time of their life while you just hope to get home as soon as possible. After all, you felt like going out with one of your friends would be a nice distraction, after having a pretty harsh fight with your boyfriend Roman.

This morning, when you were grocery shopping, you were interrupted by two young girls, asking him for a selfie. Of course, he agreed and everything was okay until they started to flirt with him. You didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it in the store, but you couldn’t help yourself but notice that Roman was actually enjoying the attention he got. Back at home, you confronted him and one thing followed the other leading you to call your friend Rebecca to drink the pain away. However, she met a boy she liked and you felt like the third wheel. Nervously, you called Roman, asking him to pick you up. He agreed instantly and now you’re waiting for him, checking your phone one last time before you see his car pulling up right in front of you.

You take a few steps towards the car as the door jumps open, and you look at him, his facial expression shifting between tension and nervousness. “Hey, come in.” He says softly while you sit down, closing the door loudly, one way of venting your frustration. “Thanks for coming.” You say quietly, trying not to look at him too much. “Yeah, of course,” Roman says and the two of you head home. During the ride, both of you seem to be still mad at each other, with him cursing underneath his breath every time another driver does anything remotely annoying and you, sitting there with your arms crossed, looking at the streetlights, thinking about what to say.

After what feels like an eternity, you reach your apartment but before you can get out of the car, Roman turns to you and stops the engine. Still not looking at him, you hear him breathing deeply until he lets out a huge sigh. “Look.” He says softly, running a hand through his nicely done hair. Raising both of your eyebrows, you turn your head towards him, waiting for whatever he has to say. “Can we talk about what happened today?” Roman asks nervously, now scratching his arm through his jacket. “It’s okay, Roman. Really.” You say quietly, watching his whole body tensing again.

“Really? Cause it doesn’t feel like that.” He says, biting his lower lip. “Yeah, I’m still mad you know. But just let us go upstairs, I need to sleep.” You grunt deeply, and open the door, leaving Roman in the car. He stays in there for a few more seconds before you hear him locking it and walking a little further behind you. Together, you walk through the house, until you arrive in front of your apartment. You turn towards him, and without saying another word he opens the door and follows you inside. As soon as you get inside the hallway, you can hear music playing inside the living room, the air is filled with the faint scent of your favorite perfume and everything else seems a little odd.

Bewildered, you walk towards the door and open it, seeing the room decorated with more than a dozen little lights, some of them, formed into a big heart with something lying in between, an envelope. You turn around to look at Roman, but he is nowhere to be found. Confused, you take the envelope, open it, and find a hand-written letter.

“Dear Y/N,

I wanted to talk to you sooner but I didn’t find the right words to say and you know, that I am not that good at talking about my feelings. However, every time I look at you, your smile, your hair, or your eyes, there is no doubt about what I feel when you’re close to me. I wasn’t really thinking straight, and I should have reacted more understanding when you said that you were upset. That is on me, and I failed you. I cannot promise you that that will never happen again because I am stupid, but I can promise you that I will learn from today and not take you for granted. I am deeply sorry and hope you can forgive me. 

I love you.

Roman.”

Breathing heavily while you hold the letter in your shaking hands, you cannot help yourself and start sobbing quietly. “Roman-” You say loudly, turn around to see him standing behind you, a dozen red roses in his hands while he’s changed into one of his gorgeous, black-tailored suits. “I am so sorry.” He swallows hard and carefully takes a step towards you, his hands also shaking. “No, I am sorry.” You say, walking towards him and before he can say any other word, you hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. At first, he seems to be surprised, but then, he embraces your hug and puts his hands around your back, resting his head against yours.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong.” Roman says, gently stroking your back. “I did. I shouldn’t have been so mad, in the end, you did nothing wrong.” You say, your voice muffled by his suit jacket while a few tears start running down your cheeks. “I think we can agree on something.” He says softly, separates from you, and tenderly lifts your chin up with his hand. “It wasn’t our day.” The two of you share a quick laugh until he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Roman says, his voice breaking slightly.

“It’s okay. That letter was just too sweet and I’m a little drunk.” You shrug and giggle once again. He smiles shyly while his hands run down your shoulders, your arms to your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I really tried to tell you how much you mean to me.” You watch him tearing up now as well, before he wipes his own tears away, his face turning red immediately. Now, you lean into him and place one hand at his cheek, stroking his soft skin gently. “You don’t tell me how you feel, I know. I love you too.” You kiss him lovingly, right on to his lips.

Roman embraces your lips on him, and his hands squeeze yours tenderly. As soon as you separate from him, you fall back into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love you.” He says and places another kiss on to your forehead, while he gently strokes your back. Together, you spend some more time cuddling before you head to bed.

[footywritingworks]

Hi new buddy, Welcome to the writing side of tumblr😁 Can you write about Bürki when his gf let's something drop making some noise and him being angry?

When the phone slid out of your hands and landed on the kitchen floor with a bang you could see Roman jump in his seat on your couch. "Can't you be more careful for fucks sake?" His voice sounded angry, which was really rare around you.

Almost immediately the memories of attack came flooding back to both of your minds. You had been there for him, making baby steps to a normal life. But things like these couldn't be prevented, as much as you wanted to.

Roman turned around and as you were profoundly apologizing to him. Telling him that he should be mad at you for being so clumsy. But he just lightly smiled a sad smile and took your hand, trying to shut you up from ranting apologies. "It happened now. Just be careful next time please?"

[aucelebrity]

Au Meme : You’re Roman Bürki’s pregnant girlfriend he talks about being away from you and your future baby when there are important games.

[footballffbarbiex]

wwRomand if someone’s trying to hit on you with him besides you?

[edit] i hit enter and it posted the ask before I was finished. 

Yeaaaaahhh that’s not happening. Roman’s not rude or angry. He’s overly polite, though, he does force himself into the conversation. He’d get more annoyed though as the guy doesn’t take the hint. “My girlfriend likes this.” “my girlfriend likes that.”

And if he still doesn’t take the hint, he’d smile as he pictures punching him in his persistent ass in the face, “she’s mine. Now turn around and back the fuck away before we have a real problem.”

[footballimagines]

Requested: Yes Drabble: 7- “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” N/A: Also the gif is not mine, if it's yours I am sorry that I am using it without your permission I am sorry. Also I am addicted to the song I used to write this. So, yeah, hope you like it.

Roman Burki - You Are My Life

Months of being together, the rumors, the days off to play. That takes a piece on every relationship. Even on yours. You were in bed, staring at the ceiling while the moon was the only light in your room and the thoughts in your mind, his body was right next to yours, he was sleeping like a baby because he was tired of work.

Was this what you want? Him coming home and just going to take a shower and go straight to bed because he was tired? Him being away for days and days and he just goes to work? Not even a day off? Almost a year together those thoughts came to your mind, was he worth it? Your heart hurt just to even think about that, but your head needed to know.

You didn't realise you were crying until you let out a small sob, your hand flew right to your mouth to keep the sobs in and trying to not wake him up. You felt him move and get on his elbows looking at you, the light of the moon shining on his back, and his hand to clean some tears that were falling.

- Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy. - you say whispering. - I know, they are telling you that since we got together, why are you crying? - I don't want to miss the future I might have with you because... - Because you are scared they are right? - How many times do we have to say goodbye? How many times do I have to? - Baby, hold on. I know everytime I go to play in another country we say goodbye, but it's just a goodbye, a goodbye that somehow lays down a promise that I am coming back. For you. Because, I swear to god you are my life. - But is it worth it? - You are worth it. I am not going to leave you. I dont' want to come home if I don't have you. I will hold your hand and make it right. I still need you. So please make sure those thoughts leave that little pretty head of yours, because I am not going anywhere. And neither are you. And I am willing to sacrifice everything for you. Baby you are home.

[izzydl21]

Get you a goalkeeper who can play without defense

[the1beautifulgame]

Need You Tonight.

This was not requested, but I had a sudden idea, so I just started writing. It is set right after the attack on Borussia Dortmund on the day of their first game against Monaco.

The bathtub moment was inspired by this scene from Pretty Woman.

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I remember all the details of that day. I remember that - just minutes before Melissa was supposed to pick me up - I was in the bedroom, frantically searching for the jersey my boyfriend Roman had given to me. I looked through the big closet twice, then I gave up. Instead of the jersey, I just put on a yellow blouse, so at least I would be wearing club colors. After a glance in the mirror and to my wild hair, I sighed and reached for my hairbrush. That was when the phone rang.

I saw Melissa's name on the display, and quickly picked up. “Hey, I'm so sorry, I'll need five more minutes, my hair is a complete mess. You can just come inside, okay?” Melissa remained quiet for a few seconds. Then she drew a shaky breath. “There's…”, she began, but broke off again. Another deep breath. “Melissa? Are you alright?” “Yeah”, she managed, then her voice broke. “There's been an incident. With the team bus.“

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I immediately asked for details she didn't have. She didn't know about the cause of the accident, not about injuries. The only thing she could tell me was that nobody had died. This did ease some of the aching worry, but the unknown was still there. I put down my brush without using it and threw my hair in a top knot while racing down the stairs to meet Melissa outside in her car. I just wanted to see if Roman was fine.

In silence, we drove to the hotel where the team was staying at. Police were everywhere, along with several ambulances. It took us a while to get in, because security wanted to check our ID's. Then, there they were. Players and paramedics, staff of both the team and the hotel. Thomas Tuchel was on his phone, but he saw us and ended the call while approaching us. “Roman is over there”, he said without wasting time on a hello. “Melissa, please come with me.”

She looked so worried that I considered staying with her, but then I saw Roman. I let go of Melissa and immediately started walking over to him. He was sitting on the floor with his back against a couch and he had his face buried in his arms. A paramedic was crouching beside him with a waterbottle in her hand, talking to him. He didn't look up when I reached him and touched his shoulder. “Roman”, I said softly. “It's me.“ He still didn't look up, but upon hearing my voice, he grabbed for my hand. I sank to my knees and allowed him to pull me into a tight hug.

His face found its way to my neck, and with a slight shock, I could feel hot tears against my skin. “Oh Roman”, I whispered, and pulled him even closer. As he cried, I stroked his hair like you would with a child. Over his head, I caught the paramedic's eyes, and I raised my eyebrows, hoping she would give me the answers I was looking for. She understood. “There was a minor bomb explosion.“ My heart sank and I looked around. How many did get injured?

Again, the paramedic understood me without having to hear my question. “There were almost no injuries. But they sent a guy named Marc to the hospital.“ I closed my eyes. That's why Tuchel had taken Melissa aside. “Your boyfriend was sitting next to him”, the paramedic continued, successfully regaining my attention. “But he won't let anyone examine him. He says he's fine.” I looked down at Roman, who was - at least emotionally - definitely not fine. “Roman“, I said. “Please, look at me.”

When he didn't react, I cupped his face and gently pulled it away from my neck. His face was wet, his eyes wide open. He didn't seem to realize what was going on. “Roman, can you hear me?”, I asked. One, two seconds passed, then he nodded. “Are you hurt?” That was when he spoke. “It's Marc. Are they treating him? Marc is hurt.” “Yes”, I assured him. “He is in the hospital right now. They are taking care of him.” He looked at me for a moment, then he released a deep breath. “Okay.”

Then, without a warning, new tears spilled from his eyes. “It should've been me. I should've taken the window seat, I could've stopped it…” “Roman”, I whispered and looked him in the eyes. “There was nothing you could do.” He shook his head, which I had still in my hands. “I…” “Roman”, I said. “Marc is being treated. But I need to know if you are hurt.” “No”, he said immediately. “I'm… fine.” I gripped his face a little harder. “Please let the paramedic look at you. Marc is taken care of. Now they need to know if the rest of the team is okay. Everyone is being examined.”

Roman looked at me, then around. Paramedics were examining players and staff who had been on the bus. “Okay”, he said eventually. I helped him get up and sit on the couch. He seemed more alert now and was ready to answer the paramedic's questions. I looked around too. Melissa had obviously left for the hospital, but the entire team seemed to be here. Closest to me was Nuri, who looked physically fine, but distressed, like my boyfriend. He noticed me looking at him and smiled weakly. I smiled back, but was now more worried. What were these boys now emotionally carrying?

I looked at my phone to see if there was a message from Melissa concerning Marc, but nothing. When I looked back up, Tuchel was approaching. He exchanged a few words with the paramedic, then he crouched down in front of the couch. “I'm sorry”, he began. “But some powerful people in the UEFA headquarters decided that since nobody died, we have to play tomorrow.” “What?”, I said in disbelief. “Yes.” Tuchel glanced at Roman, who reached for my hand. “Marc won't be able to. He broke his hand.”

Roman squeezed my hand hard but nodded. Tuchel rose and touched Roman's shoulder. “I suggest you go up to your room and try to get some rest. I'm sorry, but my hands are tied.” Roman nodded again and got up. Tuchel now addressed me. “You go with him and try to do damage control. I have to go check on the rest of my boys.” “Okay”, I said and lead Roman to the elevators, taking his bag with me. He pushed the right button when I asked him to, but it was like he was sleepwalking. I took the key card from his hands and opened the door for him.

He walked past me into the room, and stopped in front of the couch, but he didn't sit down. He just stood there. That was when it hit me. I could've lost him today. If the person who placed the bomb had been a little more accurate, if it had been Roman in the window seat instead of Marc… I quickly walked over to Roman and threw my arms around him. He pulled me close and I buried my face in his chest, where I was able to hold back the tears. I couldn't cry. He needed me.

After a few deep breaths I felt safe enough to look up at him. He looked me in the eyes, his face an unreadable expression. Then, without any warning, he bent down and his lips crashed against mine. He was hectic, his lips were moving fast, and his touch became desperate. I let him do as his hands slid down my back and grabbed my behind, and I willingly lifted my arms when he pulled up my yellow blouse. He struggled with my bra clasp but eventually managed to open it. His hands were on my breasts the same time his lips left my mouth.

He planted rough kisses on my neck, before he opened his mouth and sucked hard. It was painful, but I said nothing. His teeth however made me gasp. “Ow”, I said quietly, and Roman immediately pulled away. “I'm so sorry”, he stammered and pulled me into a hug, my naked breasts pressed against his toned body. Ever so quick, he let go of me again. “I'm sorry baby girl. I won't touch you anymore.” “Roman”, I whispered. “It's okay. It's okay, come here.”

My arms were there to welcome him back, but he was a sleepwalker again. So I took him by the arm and guided him to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and put some soap in the bathtub for a bubble bath. Then I helped Roman out of his clothes. Normally, this was an extreme turn on for me, being able to see more and more of his beautiful body. But not today. Not with his eyes so far away. I took off the rest of clothes too and slid into the comfortably warm water. “Come”, I said and held out a hand for him to take.

He hesitated for a moment, then he took it and got into the bathtub in front of me. His back sunk against my chest and his head got to a rest next to my cheek. We'd taken baths together before, but normally he was behind me, and it was a steamy affair. Now it felt like he was a child and I could comfort him with my embrace. His hands dropped down to search for mine, and he brought them together in front of his chest. I turned my head so I could place a tender kiss to his neck, and that was when I finally felt his whole body relax against mine.

And he told me everything: “We were just getting ready to leave. Marc was sitting next to me on the window seat. When we heard… the bomb go off, we didn't know what it was. But we all ducked. We stayed down, we didn't know if there was more to come. Finally we were told to get off the bus. Marc seemed fine at first, I think it was the adrenaline. But then he suddenly wasn't. They took him to an ambulance and sent him off. We were brought back to the hotel. Tuchel was making one phone call after the other… He was trying to get us more time.” He squeezed my hands. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Of course I will”, I assured. “Thank you”, he mumbled and sighed. “I should be strong for you.” “No”, I said. “You can be strong for your team tomorrow. But tonight, I'll be strong for you.” Again, Roman squeezed my hands, but he said nothing. He just drew a shaky breath, and I knew he was crying again. I was glad he couldn't see my face, because I was crying too now, despite wanting to be the strong one. I said nothing more. I just held him in my arms and surrounded him with my touch and my love.

Hoping time would be able to heal.

[quack-and-yellow]

Lost in Translation – Roman Bürki One Shot

Warning: nsfw

For the anons requesting Roman Bürki smut. This is my first so please be gentle. Pun intended. :))))

Huge thanks to @nosequeurlusar for the Spanish translation! :)

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It felt like walking into a dream – and it wasn’t even his wedding. Roman didn’t know how else to describe it. The scene before his eyes was just mesmerizing. All he had to do was take one look, and everything clicked in its right place. A slow song started playing. Fireworks lit up the horizon. A cool evening breeze blew by. His gaze landing on the beautiful woman walking past him. He didn’t notice her at the ceremony earlier or at the pre-wedding party last night. He would have noticed her without a doubt. Ah, but fuck it. It’s not like he should just approach anyone he finds beautiful, right? Some of them should just be admired from afar. But just in case he sees her again…

He nudged Gonzo who was walking beside him with his wife, Jasmin. Julian and Erik followed them. “How do you say, ‘Hello, my name is Roman’ in Spanish?”

“Sorry?” Gonzo said, raising his voice above the pops of the fireworks. 

“The playboy is on the move,” Julian teased, and Erik almost spat out his drink.

Roman ignored the two and repeated the question to Gonzo.

“Hola, me llamo Roman,” Gonzo said promptly.

“Who is she? Where is she?” Erik insisted, his voice louder than Roman would have wanted.

“Shut up,” Roman hissed.

“We’re the only ones speaking German here,” the blond pointed out.

Roman ignored him and kept walking towards their reception table. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Julian to bump right into his hard, broad shoulders.

“What the hell?” Julian said, rubbing his arm.

“T-There’s someone at our table,” Roman said cautiously.

“So? We must be sharing it with someone,” Julian said exasperatedly. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Is that her? The brunette in the green dress?” Erik asked, moving his head to get a better view. “I think I’ve seen her before.”

“Oh come on, you always say that about pretty girls,” Julian said.

“Can you give me a second?” Roman told them, and he started dragging his feet towards the table. He stopped as the brunette looked up.

“Hola, me llamo Roman.” The rush of blood in his ears was so loud, he couldn’t even hear himself speak. He was praying he said it correctly.

“Hola, Roman. Soy Isabel. Gusto en conocerte.” Isabel’s nude pink lips spread into a smile.

“Uhh…” Did she say nice to meet you? How do I respond to it? “Sí.” Shit, that doesn’t sound right.

“¿Encantadora ceremonia, cierto? Marc y Melissa forman una pareja muy hermosa. Estoy honrada de haber sido invitada, a pesar de no conocer a nadie más aquí. ¿Dónde están tus compañeros? ¿Es esta tu mesa también?*” Isabel was speaking quite fast and smiling, and Roman’s brain was going haywire from taking in so much of her all at the same time. Her voice. Her smile. Her striking blue eyes. Her tanned skin that perfectly compliments her aqua-colored dress. Her rich brown hair tucked into a low bun, with a few strands framing her face.

Isabel chuckled and squeezed his arm lightly. “I can speak German and English too. And Italian and French. Whichever you prefer.”

Roman laughed, relieved. “S-Sorry… I… That was rude of me.” He sat down beside her and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

“Not at all,” Isabel said politely with a shake of her head. She actually found it charming that he tried.

He felt a smack on his back, making him cringe. He knew he looked stupid and his teammates will give him hell for it.

“Hola,” Julian greeted cheerfully. Beside him, Erik echoed the greeting but in a shy tone. Both of them sat down across Isabel.

“Hola.” Isabel beamed at them. “It seems all from Dortmund are sharing a table. At least I’m no longer alone.”

“You are from Dortmund?” Roman asked, his eyes widening.

“I’m Marc’s and Melissa’s instructor in German. And Mikel’s too.”

“I knew you looked familiar! Mikel showed me your… picture… before…” Erik said, and his voice started to lower when all eyes went to him.

Isabel was surprised but she composed herself and smiled instead. “He did? I didn’t know he have one of me.”

Erik laughed nervously, and Roman glared at him for embarrassing Isabel. An awkward silence took over the table.

“Oh I remember now,” Gonzo spoke up. “Marc mentioned getting an instructor when he moved to Dortmund. He was serious to learn German.”

Isabel nodded, her eyes twinkling. “That’s true! I was quite new to Dortmund that time as well. First, free tickets to home games, and now this.” She motioned at the place with a sigh, followed by a shy laugh. “They are a very nice couple.”

The rest of the table murmured in agreement. Roman loved the dreamy look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe her luck finding herself rubbing elbows with famous people. If only she knew that he’s the one who couldn’t believe his luck meeting her here.

***

Roman stuck by Isabel’s side as the evening unfolded, while the rest of his teammates were… he couldn’t care less. He lost them after having their photos taken at the photo booth. He was still wearing his cat ears.

“I don’t get drunk,” she said proudly, downing her eighth glass of margarita. “Back in uni, I won a drinking contest, and all of the other contestants were guys.”

Roman laughed louder than he intended. He was already lightheaded from his own alcohol consumption. “With margarita, sure.”

Isabel walked up to him and leaned closer. “You don’t believe me?”

He felt his breath hitch in his throat. Her smug look was so hot that it shut him up quickly. And that pout was unforgivable.

Isabel took the cat ears he was wearing and put it on her head. She grinned widely like the Cheshire cat. “I like cats.”

“Me too,” he said, even if he doesn’t. He has Cliff. Sorry, Cliff.

She burst out laughing. “I’m not making any sense. Do you want to get some fresh air?”

“I thought you don’t get drunk,” Roman teased.

“I don’t, but Roman Bürki giving me that look is too much for me,” she teased back and Roman, for the second time that evening, didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully she dragged him across the room without waiting for a response.

The evening was pleasantly warm and quiet. The garden up front was empty except for a few guests smoking and chatting. They walked a bit further from them until they reached the side of the building.

“That’s better,” she said, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

Roman watched her eyelids flutter and her chest move as she took a deep breath. Her loose curls swayed slightly, teasing his fingers to run through it. She looked cute and sexy wearing those cat ears.

“How come you know so many languages?” he blurted out, forcing a few unwarranted thoughts into the back of his head.

Isabel laughed at the randomness of his question. “I grew up here in Barcelona and studied in Germany, where my mother is from. I was already in love with languages so I learned them at an early age. But it also helped that I worked a couple of years in France and Italy. Now I’m a translator and an instructor.” 

“Wow,” Roman said. “So what language do you think in?”

She giggled. “German. Sometimes Spanish.”

“I should probably learn Spanish.”

“Oh yeah? Why?”

Roman took a step closer, locking her in his gaze. “So I would understand what you’re thinking.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow. “Can you read minds?”

“I can.” He brought a hand up to her face and brushed his thumb across her cheek.

She responded to his touch by biting her bottom lip. “So what am I thinking right now?”

“That I’m attractive,” he answered. “And hot.”

Isabel burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t thinking that.”

He pouted, giving her a wounded look. “Are you sure? Because I –“

The rest of his sentence was muffled as she pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Roman grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her back and forcing a tongue into her sweet, warm mouth. When their tongues touched for the first time, Isabel thought her eyes were about to roll back in her head. She gave him a gentle push on the chest. Roman pulled back and looked down at her with hooded eyes.

“Guess you didn’t see that coming,” she whispered with a cocky smile.

Roman smiled back. “You win.”

It didn’t take long before they were at her hotel room, still kissing and only breaking apart to struggle out of their clothes. Roman quickly stripped off his khaki pants, white button down shirt and boxers and tossed his black bowtie somewhere. Isabel was secretly hoping he would keep it on because he looked sexy and funny. Before she could admire his naked body, he spun her around and shoved her against the door, making her gasp. His arms slipped around her waist as he pushed his erection against her ass. He buried his face in her neck while fumbling with the zipper of her A-line dress. His ragged breath was hot against her ear, and she could feel her core getting wet. He tore off her dress finally, leaving her in her lingerie.

Roman spun her again to face him – gently this time – as he unhooked her bra and lowered her panties while kissing every inch of skin being revealed. He pulled back to take off her hairpins and he watched as her curls cascade down to her chest. The sight of her nipples peeking out of her curls made him swallow hard.

Isabel liked the look on Roman’s face as his gaze trailed over her body, but more than that was the heady sight of his nakedness, all hers tonight.

“So are you going to just stand there?” she said boldly.

Roman smirked as he carried her and kissed her all the way to the bed. He was still kissing her when he lowered her to the bed and whispered, “Let me hear you curse in different languages as I fuck you.”

He licked and sucked one nipple after the other and began kissing his way down her body. Isabel moaned as she ran her hands through his hair. He dragged his mouth across her navel, his beard leaving a prickly trail on her skin that was making her toes curl. He parted her legs and let his mouth slide up her thigh, finally landing on her wet folds.

“Oh god!” Isabel screamed as an intense sensation shot up from that spot. She was holding fistfuls of Roman’s hair as he lapped and licked at her clit.

When he was satisfied, Roman climbed back up her body and pressed his lips against hers. He gripped her hips with both hands and took her unapologetically in one swift thrust. She gasped into his mouth, feeling her muscles tighten around him. He brazenly locked eyes with her as he pushed harder and faster, watching her face contort in ecstasy as she came. He buried his face against her neck as he started to tense, and Isabel tightened her legs around him. He groaned with one final shove, and his body jerked with his release. Roman kept groaning as he stilled himself on top of her. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of her and crashed on the bed breathless and wordless.

Isabel pulled the sheets to cover herself and rolled to face Roman. Every curve of his muscle was glistening with sweat and his hair was disheveled. He looked hot even when spent. When he noticed her staring at him, he propped himself up on his elbow to see her better.

“What are you thinking?” His other hand caressed her cheek tenderly.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Read my mind.”

He grinned cheekily. “Well… It was the best sex you’ve ever had.”

Isabel laughed and rolled to the other direction. “I was thinking in Spanish. And you’re wrong.” But she was lying.

—

*Translation: Lovely ceremony, right? Marc and Melissa are a very beautiful couple and I’m honored to be invited, even if I don’t know anyone else here. Where are your teammates? Is this your table too?

[lxndonorris]

valentine’s lovers kit - Roman Bürki

Y/N x Roman Bürki

Theme: Smut (you’ve been warned)

having fun with Roman and your new valentine’s lovers kit

word count: 2020+

The sun is already setting on this Friday evening, while you just finished cleaning the dishes after having a romantic dinner with your boyfriend Roman. You decided to dress up today, wearing a soft blouse and a skirt, with him wearing a white shirt and dark suit pants. 

You're sitting back down at the table, where he is waiting for you, smiling coyly. “So what do you have planned next?” He says curiously, reaching for your hand. Excitedly, you pull something from underneath the table and put it in front of him. His eyes widen instantly at the sight of a box. “Valentine’s day lovers kit,” Roman says slowly, raising his eyebrows. Stroking his hand you watch him looking at the box, muttering something underneath his breath. “We agreed to try something new, and I thought we could have some fun with this.” You say softly, feeling your face turning slightly red. Hesitating, his gaze shifts between you and the kit as he is trying to find the right words to say.

After a few more seconds of silence, his face softens and his mouth turns into a faint smile. “Okay, let’s do this,” Roman says, leaning in to place a single kiss on your cheek. Giggling, you blush even harder and together you open the box, looking at blindfolds, fluffy handcuffs, dice, and a tickler, everything colored in pink. He instantly picks up the dice, playing with them between his fingers. You, on the other hand, pick up the little piece of paper, explaining the rules.

“One wears the blindfold, the other rolls the dice to reveal the action of love each turn.” Reading the rules out loud, you can hear Roman already giggling nervously. “Look at those dice.” You watch him roll the dice onto the table. “Kiss leg,” Roman says and looks at you, not sure if to be concerned or excited. “We don’t have to play.” You say reassuringly, stroking his hand again. “No, it’s fine. It will be fun.”

He smiles and picks up the fluffy cuffs. “Look at that.” Roman giggles again, feeling the fluffy part between his fingers. “So, who should go first.” You say happily, while he tilts his head slightly. “Ladies first.” He smirks playfully. Together, you head into the bedroom, sitting down on to the bed. Roman grins while you blindfold and cuff him.

“I’m so nervous.” He says quietly, moving slowly from left to right. Excitedly, you roll the dice, revealing the action of love Roman will receive. “Rub leg.” You mutter to yourself and turn your head towards him. “What is it?” He giggles while you lean into him, putting your hand gently on to his lap. You start stroking his thigh, your fingers running down his leg, feeling his muscles tense through his trousers. "Interesting." He growls deeply while your fingers wander across his thighs.

You can see his whole body reacting to your gentle strokes. He breathes deeply, giving in to your touch. Licking your lip you can't help yourself but enjoy the sight of him, just sitting there, smirking mischievously. "You like that?" You say, tracing the crease of his pants to his crotch. "It feels good," Roman says, his voice already a little husky. "Now it's my turn." You smirk and you switch positions with him.

Now you're getting blindfolded and cuffed, just waiting for him to roll the dice. You can barely hear them running across the sheets of your bed, but Roman's happy giggling tells you that it has to be something he'd enjoy. Seeing nothing but pitch-black darkness you flinch once you can feel his warm breath on your neck. "Is it okay if I touch your boobs." He breathes into your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Of course." 

Gasping, you take a deep breath. Just then you feel his fingers brushing over your chest, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. Carefully, Roman exposes his favorite lingerie underneath your top, moaning softly. "I knew you'd wear that." He says and before you can reply to him, you can feel a firm grip on your breasts as he starts to massage you.

Your whole body tenses at his touch, your heart beats faster and you bite your lower lip. "How does that feel?" He says comfortingly, making sure that you enjoy it just as much as he does. "Very good." You say breathlessly, taking a deep breath of his strong cologne, but then he suddenly stops. "That's it for now." He growls and kisses your cheek tenderly.

Before you can switch positions again, he notices you smirking deviously at him. "I know that face." Roman raises an eyebrow, unlocking the cuffs. "How about we switch it up?" You say, leaning in closer, starting to stroke his chest through his tight shirt. He watches your fingers for a few moments before his eyes meet yours. "What do you have in mind?" You lean in even closer, your lips barely brushing over his ear. "I really enjoy seeing you like this.” 

Roman turns his head slightly, just watching you out of the corner of his eye. “I would like to show you how much I enjoy it.” Your hand runs down his chest to his waist, sliding behind his belt, tugging at it. “Sounds good.” He says quietly, breathing down your neck. “But next time, it’s my turn okay?” You smirk again, stroking his growing bulge through his pants. “Okay. But for now, put the blindfold back on.” Hissing, you place a kiss on his neck while he puts it back on.

But instead of cuffing his hands, you fasten it at the bed frame. “What are you-?” Before he can finish that sentence you press your lips on his, for a long and searing kiss. “Do you trust me?” You breathe into him, leaving him speechless. He nods slowly, licking his lip to get the last drop of your taste. “Always.” Roman tries to get another kiss, but you push him further back towards the end of the bed. “You’ll enjoy this.” 

You open the nightstand and take one of his ties out, feeling it’s fabric between your fingers. “That should work.” Muttering underneath your breath, you fasten his other arm as well. Cuffed and blindfolded, you watch Roman pulling at his arms playfully, giggling and smirking the whole time. “Is it too tight?” You ask him worryingly, but he just shakes his head. “I like that, actually.” He smirks again, waiting for you to get closer.

Roman licks his lips and you can see him searching for you around the room. “Are you gonna just stand there?” He says snarkily, bending his hips towards you, groaning deeply. Your eyebrows twitch once and you let your clothes drop to the floor. Now just wearing the lingerie, you carefully climb onto the bed, crawling closer towards Roman. “There you are.” He breathes heavily once you start touching his legs, your hands running along with the outlines of his body, feeling his thighs, brushing his crotch, his chest until you kneeling on his lap.

Leaning even closer, he flinches when you brush his lips with yours but then he embraces your gentle kiss. “This will be fun.” You moan softly, separating from him slowly, still feeling his lips on yours. He swallows hard, pulling at his arm but the tie keeps him in place. “Fuck.” Roman moans, biting his lower lip now. “Not yet.” You say quietly, stroking his cheek, down to his neck and his chest. He bends into you again, while you start to open his shirt, one button at a time.

You can feel his chest bulging into your hand as he takes another deep breath. Looking at his bare chest, you start running a hand along with his tattoos, tracing the outlines of his toned body, making him tense even more. Replacing every touch with a loving kiss, you make your way downwards until you reach his waist. “Do you like that?” You say, playing with his belt again, noticing the huge dent forming in his trousers. “Fuck, I think you know the answer.” He growls, trying to move his arms again, but is tightly restrained.

Now, smirking, you tease him even more by stroking him firmly through his pants, and with every touch, he winces and moans louder. Easily, you open his suit pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He sighs in relief, rocking his hips slowly. You keep on stroking him, harder, until he reaches his full length. His whole body quivers once you slip inside his boxers, grabbing him with one hand. Moving your hand rhythmically, he leans his head back against the wall, groaning deeply. “Fuck. This is good.”

Now working on his dick and his thigh, you can see every muscle in his body move in sync with your hands, Just then, he shudders tugging at the cuffs and his tie. “Wait.” He grunts, taking another deep breath. “I want to see your beautiful eyes,” Roman says breathlessly. Hearing this makes you smirk again, so you stop stroking him for a second and take off his blindfold. He blinks a few times, his eyes getting used to the dim flickering candlelight on your bedroom.

Just for a few more moments, you stare into each other’s eyes, his whole body softening. “Thank you.” He says quietly, as you lean in for another gentle kiss. “My pleasure.” You smirk and with one swift move, you take off the lingerie, exposing your naked body. He groans deeply, bending his body into yours, rubbing his bulge against your thighs. “I want you.” You say, kissing him once more. “I’m yours.” He breathes into your mouth and you bend down again, now pulling his underwear down as well.

Once his immense dick is in front of you, you take another deep breath, before you help him sliding inside you. With a loud moan, the two of you start rocking your hips together, your bodies moving as one. Even though he cannot move his arms, he still tries to touch you, getting rougher and rougher the more he tries. You start stroking his chest while your moves become faster and faster. “Fuck this is so tight.” Roman growls, leaning his head back again in exhaustion.

“You feel so goo-.” You get interrupted by a long groan, the feeling of him inside you sending shivers down your spine again. After all of that teasing, it doesn’t take long for him to reach his limits. Unable to speak properly, he just growls throaty, asking for another kiss. Barely able to concentrate, you kiss him again but end up moaning into his mouth.

“God.” You groan deeply and put your hands around his neck, desperately trying to keep his lips on yours but the tension just gets unbearable. After a few more intense thrusts, both of you scream out in ecstasy, your whole apartment filled with your loud moans and grunts. Exhausted, you collapse against his chest, letting him out of you. Looking at the ceiling, Roman let’s out a burst of short laughter, trying so hard to catch his breath.

“This was intense.” He mutters underneath a last long moan, shifting from left to right, tugging at his restrains. “Could you, uh, help me?” Roman giggles, and you just remember that he is actually cuffed to your bed. “Fuck. Sorry.” You open the handcuffs, letting his hard drop to the bed. Struggling to get the tie off of the bed, he offers his hand to help you. “This was my good tie.” He pouts as he’s finally set free. 

“I’m sorry.” He strokes his arm, feeling the marks the cuffs left on his wrist. “It’s okay, it was worth it.” Turning his head towards you, he smiles satisfied. “I feel the same.” You say comfortingly, kissing your way across his other arm lovingly. “Just remember next time. It’s you who gets cuffed.” He smirks, kissing your forehead. “We will see about that.” You pet his sweaty chest, stroking him softly. Now you spend some time cuddling before you get ready for the night.

[aucelebrity]

Au Meme : Roman Bürki talks about you and your son.

[bumblebeereus]

Go Solo.

Word count: 2222k A/N: Look who’s back, back again, tell a friend. I’m back with this whole thing of thinking that I’m a writer. Not everything is bad while being on quarantine, found the time to write again and this is the result. English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Hope you like it. Feedback is always welcomed, thanks for reading this. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Her friends told her first, but deep down she already knew. There’s no way on Earth that she couldn’t have fallen for him. They started as an on and off thing, fuck buddies, no string attached whatever you wanted to call it. She knew the deal, all the cards were on the table when they decided to start what they have now but that hasn’t stopped her from developing feeling for him. Leon hasn’t lied to her, he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he wanted her company and he has fun whenever she’s around, not only when it comes to bedroom activities. They met thanks to a common friend and they clicked almost immediately. And a couple of beers later, they were even able to finish each other sentences. That’s why it has worked so easily, it simply flows and they go with it, they thought it could be a great idea. He found her attractive and she couldn’t lie either, he was handsome, to say the least. So yes, when they started their things it seemed perfect on the paper but a few months later…she isn’t so sure about it. She turns her head to look at him, he’s sleeping next to her oblivious to all the thoughts that are running around her mind right now. All she knows right now is that she can’t keep it for herself. Otherwise, she’s gonna end up exploding in the worst moment for them. Unconsciously, her hand runs through his curls, she always loved the feeling of stroking his hair. A grin flashed on his face. That’s the moment it hits her, she can’t keep it up with that they have. She needs to leave now before things get more complicated than what already are. She can’t have her heart broken by him, he hasn’t done something bad, he’s not guilty of that one. He made it crystal clear, he wasn’t ready for a relationship, he wasn’t ready for falling in love for someone. It’s game over for her. After all, she always knew that this could turn out like this. She didn’t expect to fall for him it simply happened they more they spent time together. She gets out of the bed and changes into her clothes before looking at him, peacefully sleeping unaware of all that's happening. She trips over one of his shoes, cursing under her breath, she looks back at his bed when he stirs. Leon opens his eyes, half asleep half awake looking at her using his elbow to sit up. “Where are you going? It’s 3 am, go back to sleep.” His fingers run through his hair as confusion flashed across his face. “I have tons of papers to finish before the end of the month, I wanna wake up early tomorrow, well today, and I didn't want to wake you up.” Hopefully, his half-asleep state helps her this time, she knows that he wouldn’t buy her bullshit if he were fully awake. “Can I give you a ride at least? I don’t like the idea of you walking home alone.” He sits on the bed resting his head against the headboard looking at her. “It’s okay Leon. I’ll call a taxi, don’t worry.” She smiles but somehow it doesn't reach her eyes and he notices it, he knows her. He has made her smile before, he knows when it's genuine. “Am I missing something here? Did I do something?” She shakes her head searching for her phone to call a cab. “It’s all good, I swear. I’m just a little stressed right now, you know me.” He opens his mouth to say something but shakes his head before talking. “I do. That’s why I’m asking…you know you can tell me whatever’s happening on that mind of yours, right?” She should have known better, he wasn’t gonna let her go away that easily. “I know, I’ll tell you as soon something is happening. But right now, it’s just my responsible self calling me out for not being focus on my work.” He’s not buying but he knows that she isn’t gonna tell her a thing right now so it’s better to let her go now and ask later. “Okay. Are you sure you don’t want me to give you a ride? Send me a message as soon as you’re home at least.” She shakes her head one more time before heading to the door. “Don’t worry I’ll text you as soon as I make it home, safe and sound. See you, Leon." “Thank you. See you, gorgeous.” Leon’s name and face appear, once again, on her phone screen. He has been calling her all day, well more like since he finished his match. She’s aware she’s gonna have to face him someday, but she's not ready to do it now. He didn’t buy her bullshit and knew that something was off with her. After all, they were friends and if she didn’t want to share what she was dealing with, it somehow offended him. He thought they were friends and he thought that she would feel confident enough around him to tell him whatever was going on with her at the moment. But what he can’t imagine is that he’s the main reason for her being off with him. Avoiding him forever wasn't an option for her, their friends were mainly the same and she couldn't be around them without him being there most of the times. It wouldn’t be fair for their friends to chose a side when it’s not a side to chose in the first place. They had nothing to do with what they have or had. She’s aware of what she needs to do. Face him, get all out off her chest and then call it quits. But everything seems easier on the paper, she knows she'd crumble under his presence. Focusing on her work rather than spend the afternoon thinking about him was her plan, but it hasn't worked at all. He was constantly on her mind, and the phone ringing across the room hasn’t made it easier for her not to think about him, even tho she put it on silent mode the seconds time it ringed. Leaving the house seemed like the perfect way of getting her head to stop thinking about him, nothing like strolling around the city with a cup of coffee. The crisp air of Munich during autumn gives her chills as soon as she steps out of her house. She walks around the city not knowing really where she is going, she simply walks while her favourite playlist is put on shuffle freeing her mind for at least one hour. When she looks around, she knows exactly where she is, she’s been there before. Indeed, she’s been there a lot recently. All the times she's been there instantly crosses her mind, all the laughs, hugs, kisses and the sleepless nights. God, she's gonna miss him. “Are you looking for me?” She’d recognize that voice anywhere, in all of the possible different tones. She turns around to face him and he’s looking way better than the last time she saw him if that’s even possible. Is she a joke to everyone? Because at this point, she truly thinks she is. “Kind of…yes. I think I was.” She nods as he places one hand on her back slightly pushing her to the door. “Let's talk inside then.” She’s on his couch with a cup of tea on her hands while he comes back with one for himself as well. Sitting next to her he puts one hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing it as he looks at her with concern on his eyes. “What’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for days. And I know you were stressed with work and all that but…” She can tell by the tone he is using that he’s been beating himself up for this. He knows it because of him but can’t put his finger on what he has done to her. “It’s not something you’ve done. I know you think you’re the reason and somehow, you are but not in the way you think. God, I’m not making sense, aren’t I?” He smiles sweetly at her, he always thought she was adorable but she reaches her own peak when she starts acting like that. “You can try tho, talk to me. What’s the problem? What’s going on? I don’t know what I did, but I’m pretty sure that I’m sorry.” His hand covers her hand resting on her knee and her whole body shivers under the subtle touch. “You don’t have to apologize, you did nothing wrong. I’ve always known that you can’t control how someone else feels. You’re not the one to blame, well, there's no one here to blame.” She tries not to look at his eyes, for all that’s good in the world, otherwise, she knows she’ll crumble. “What are you trying to say, baby?” “I’m falling for you if I haven’t had already. And I know what you said, you’re not ready for a relationship, you aren't ready to fall for someone and I do get it. That’s why I’m calling quits with this. I can’t keep seeing you and spending time with you and having sex with you when I already know how this is gonna end. I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, you’re one of the most incredible human beings I've ever met.” He hasn’t seen her since told him that she was falling for him and that she needed time to clear her mind before seeing him again. He tried to tell her, he tried but words didn’t leave his mouth even tho they were dancing on his tongue. “I'm falling for you too” She didn’t even give him a chance to speak, she kissed him for the last time, hugged him and smile at him before leaving his house. That’s the last time she saw her. He wanted to giver her the space she asked for and yet he wanted to call her every single day. He has missed her like crazy. He missed watching her along with his friends at the stadium cheering for him, he missed talking to her before an important match. He missed celebrating every win with her. He missed the way her fingers traced his back when he snuggled with her watching lame tv shows. He missed the way her eyes were always waiting for him whenever they were, he knew as soon as he looks for her, she was already there waiting for him. He missed the way he could always talk about anything and everything and she'd never judge him no matter what. Maybe his friends were right, maybe he took it for granted thinking that she’d always be there for him. Maybe he didn't accept the way he was feeling about her. Maybe he should have said it and she wouldn't have left him. Maybe, but it was too late now. She wasn’t in his life now, she called it quits, she needed out and he was too afraid to say he didn’t want her to leave. And he knew it, all too well. His friend called him that day asking him to go out with him, to have dinner. He missed most of them, but being around them was a reminder of what he’s missing. He knows it’s been a while and she hasn't been around whenever he was out with them, so she won't be there that night. That's what he thought and the main reason she went out with them. The same reason why she said yes to go out with them that night. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was glowing, her smile reaches her eyes, they’re sparkling and he can’t but smile when he sees her like that. Like the old times, she’s smiling just like he did when he was around her. But this time, he isn’t the one making her smile. His hand is on her lower back, they’re talking with a bunch of friends. She rests her head against his shoulder as they speak. She seems happy, way happier than the last time he saw her. She laughs and he can’t help but smile, a sight for sore eyes. When she stops laughing their eyes meet and his whole body shivers, all that he has felt until that day explodes. He wants to go and talk to her, he wants to say something but deep down he knows it too late. The guy next to her leans over and kiss her, his hand on her lower back and hers on his chest. That’s when he realizes it's too late, she has found another one and she seems happy he has no right to say something, he wants her to be happy and she is now. One of his friends pats him in the back when they watch the whole scene. He smiles, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes and says goodbye. He needs to leave. He turns to look at her one last time and she’s already looking at him. She could have been the best right in a million wrongs but now, he goes solo.

[footballimagines]

Jealous - Roman Burki

No, he knew, something had to be wrong. Yeah, he knew that. Something was so wrong. She was quiet, do damn quiet. She was on her phone and somehow if looks could kill her phone would be broken and probably some parts of it on the wall. He crossed his arms with his eyes locked on her waiting for some light to make him know what was happening. But she was just looking at her phone.

Roman was sat down on the couch next to her, on his hands he was holding the remote. He was flicking through some channels, but them her face said something was wrong. He had no idea what the hell she was watching, or reading. But something was wrong. He wanted to ask her what, but everytime he was going to open his mouth she would give him a glare and he would look back at the tv for a while and then he would look at her again.

After a while he got tired of not knowing what was happeing so he slowly got up and made his way and stood behind her looking at her phone, what was surprising was that she was checking his photos on instagram, but them again, what was wrong with that?

- Okay, are you going to tell me why are you looking at your phone like that? Poor thing didn't do anything to you. - Roman said before she looked at him with a killer glare. - Do you like it? - she asked putting her phone almost hitting him in the face. - Like what? - The way they talk about you! - she almost screamed at him. - Who? - Those stupid and hormonal girls! - Baby, are you jealous? - Roman asked trying not to smile or else she would be more pissed than she already was. - What? Me? No! Never! - she said before taking her phone back and turning it off and crossing her arms - I just don't like the way they talk! - Baby, that is being jealous. - I'm not! - Okay, if you say so. - he said and went back to his seat - But don't worry, I only love you, and I only care the way you talk to me. I love you even when you are jealous. - I'm not jealous!

That was the only thing she said for a while everytime Roman would look at her staring back at her phone. She did looked cute when she is jealous. Well or when she is pretending not to be.

[yourfaveanon]

why is this so funny

[arrrseeenalfc]

Please some of these are really old and bad😭

MASTERLIST

Anthony Joshua

Soft Punches

Danny Rose:

After defeat smut

Dele Alli:

Shirt

Opposites

Learning to Drive

Ethan Ampadu

Fan

Emile Smith-Rowe:

Out open

Eric Dier:

Football Fan

Federico Bernardeschi:

Car treat smut

Hector Bellerin:

Kiss for a winner

Sand 

Jadon Sancho:

Exposed

Watch what you say

James Maddison:

Meeting the Beckhams

Joao Cancelo:

In bed

Jesse Lingard:

Secrets out

Missing

Fan Passion

Official

Dad delay

Jesus Navas:

smut

Morning release smut

John Stones Imagines:

Kiss me through the phone smut 

Disturbance

Jealous (2x)

Jealous

Touchy

Third Wheel

Red Card smut

Start over

Trophy treble

My jealous boy

Room occupied smut

Julian Brandt Imagines:

Tease

Car Accident

Crazy Hormones

Friends? smut

My Name smut

Julian Draxler:

Your winner smut

Kepa Arrizabalaga:

Language

Marcus Rashford:

Kisses

Jokes

Concussion

Little Mistake

Petty

Kitten

Neymar Jr:

best way to celebrate (smut)

contagious

Paulo Dybala

Singing in Turin

Rafinha Alcântara:

365 days ago

You tease him

Training

He Forgets part 1

He Forgets part 2

He thinks you’re cheating (Smut)

I do too

Someone walks in on you two

Netflix and chill

How much I want you

Neglect

Worth It

Date Night

Riyad Mahrez:

Fun

Ross Barkley:

Smut

Roman Burki:

Smut

Thilo Kehrer:

Welcome

Trent Alexander-Arnold:

Surprise visit

Virgil van Dijk:

Dripping smut

Game smut

Sweat smut

Control smut

His first time

[spacegaysss]

Rafa and Roman Pt. 1

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a great week :) Today I’m bringing you a little fic that I wrote for my brilliant, beautiful amazing friend @boreussia-durmmund. I hope you’ll like it!

As soon as Roman wakes up he can feel a deep sense of regret and anxiousness filling his chest. And it doesn’t take him long at all to figure out why he’s panicking.

There’s a stranger lying next to him in bed. Don’t get him wrong, he knows who this man is. He just didn’t so much as talk to until 24 hours ago. For a moment Roman just lies there and tries to calm his galloping heart.

“You know, it’d be greatly appreciated if you could quiet down your brooding. Some people had a shitty day and an exhausting night and they’re trying to sleep.” The man next to him hasn’t even opened his eyes, the only sign that he’s awake is the smirk pulling at the corner of his full lips. Suddenly Roman feels silly about his whole freakout, he should at least think the other’s name, try it out in his head and see how it feels.

Rafa. Rafinha. Or Rafael Alcântara. Whichever one pleases you best. The point is, this whole story is just really weird. He doesn’t even really know how the whole thing came to be. Last night still feels like a dizzying mix of euphoria, desire and fear.

“You could at least ask me if I want some breakfast. I think that’s the considerate thing to do. If that’s not your gig you could always just kick me out immediately. I couldn’t really begrudge you any hard feelings.”, Rafa interjects yet again.

It seems that Roman can’t really keep ignoring him, so he opts for the safe escape and gets up to go to the kitchen.

“It’s fine if you want to stay for breakfast, but don’t expect me to serve it to you in bed.” He calls over his shoulder while fishing a pair of sweats from the bed post. But before he can make his way to the kitchen, there’s a 200 pound weight pinning him down and a delicious heat on his pulse point.

“Of course, we could always skip breakfast if you wanted to move on to more… adventurous activities.” Rafa practically purrs into his ear.

Roman’s not gonna lie, it’s a tempting offer, but he knows if they fall back into bed, the anxious churning in his stomach is just going to get worse. So he rights himself and pulls the sweatpants securely over his hips.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starved. Follow me if you’re in need of food or coffee.” Walking into the kitchen in bright daylight and seeing Rafa take a seat by the counter feels – he doesn’t quite know how to describe it – it’s like two worlds are colliding that never even came close to touching each other. And looking back at the past 24 hours, they shouldn’t ever have touched. But now he’s here, making coffee for Rafael Alcântara.

“You’re not really the talking type, are you?”, Rafa jokes from behind him. Well, it’s not like he said much more than 20 words today.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just tired… and confused. I’m not usually like this.”, Roman tries to apologize, but Rafa just waves him off, laughing.

“I think I should be the one to apologize, because if I recall, both of those things are my fault.” And at this Roman can’t help but laugh as well, because, you know, Rafa is right. It’s not like he usually gets much sleep after Champions League matches, but add a passionate culé and all chance of sleep is lost.

“Yeah, speaking of that, you didn’t really say why… you know. Why you were suddenly interested. As far as I know, we don’t know each other.” As the coffee is finished, he hands a cup to Rafa who takes it with a grateful smile.

“You’re not wrong, but it’s not that easy to explain. Well, I’d like to think that, at least, but I guess the easiest way to say it is… I have a thing for goalkeepers.” Roman all but chokes on his coffee at the sudden admission. Of all the things he might have suspected, this wasn’t one of them.

“Well, see. The mister made us watch hours and hours of footage of your games and I couldn’t help but notice your amazing saves and especially the way you go into one on ones… so. That’s it, that’s the explanation.

”Meanwhile, Roman has gone beet red. It’s not like he’s the most humble person or anything, but he knows he messes up from time to time, everyone does. And to hear someone who literally plays with the best every single day telling him that he admires his saves? That’s quite the compliment.

“Well, thanks. I can’t say that I expected you to say that. And it’s not like I did that well yesterday. I was lucky our defenders were saving my ass back there.”

“Oh don’t say that! It’s not like you play Leo Messi every day, is it?”

“Can’t say I do, no.” They both have to laugh at that, this whole conversation just seems like the most scurrile situation they’ve ever been in.

“Well, Roman, it’s been nice. But I think I should go back to the hotel if I wanna make it back to Barcelona in one piece. You don’t know how Geri gets when you don’t spend the night at the hotel. I just can’t handle all the teasing today.”

“Yeah, I bet it’s just like torture.” Roman’s smile is still firmly in its place, but he can’t help but feel a little sad that Rafa’s already leaving. It’s not like they’re gonna see each other in these circumstances again.

“Oh but before I leave… would you give me your number? I’d love to stay in touch.” Rafa just seems to be full of surprises, but it’s not like Roman’s complaining. So he just ignores his rapidly beating heart and takes the phone that Rafa’s offering him to type in his number.

After that, everything happens pretty fast. It’s not like Rafa had much with him when he came here last night, so he just gets freshened up and puts on his clothes before he’s ready to head out into his real life, and consequently vanish out of Roman’s.

Roman, still trying to be the good host, walks Rafa to the door. He feels a little awkward just standing there, but how do you say goodbye to a person that you just a crazy one night stand with? It’s not like he does this often.

But before he can do anything stupid, like shake hands and say thank you, Rafa stretches up and yanks Roman’s head down into a kiss that feels a little more like a promise than a goodbye.

One can only hope that it’s a promise to use the number he gave him. 

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PS: This little fic is set after the BVB vs Barca Champions League match in a couple weeks because I’m sooooooo excited to see that one!!!! Expect more obscure pairings to come ;)

PPS: There’s gonna be a part 2 for this.