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luvneymar · 1 year

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Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy

PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,

NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.

You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.

“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.

“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.

His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”

“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.

Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.

“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.

He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.

The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”

He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”

Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”

“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.

“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.

“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.

“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.

He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear

“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.

“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.

From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.

He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”

“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.

As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.

“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.

“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.

Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.

“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.

“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.

“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.

“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.

“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.

“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .

You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”

Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”

As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”

“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.

He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.

“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”

As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”

It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.

“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub

You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”

“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”

“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.

“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.

“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”

You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”

You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.

“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”

MASON MOUNT — roses!

“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.

“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.

“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.

“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.

“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.

“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.

This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”

“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.

“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”

“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.

You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”

“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.

“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.

You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”

“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.

“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”

“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.

“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.

“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.

“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.

“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”

“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”

#football imagines #richarlison x reader #mason mount x reader #trent alexander arnold #antoine griezmann #football oneshot #football drabble #football smut #football fanfic #football x reader #football #trent x reader #football fic #football masterlist

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k8kaa · 1 year

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pervert! griezmann?

# — A.GRIEZMANN : MY SWEET PERVERT

info — just some hcs of our grizou being a pervert bf ^^

pairing — pervert!griezmann x sub!reader

tws — nsfw , its bf being a pervert. no non con stuff on my blog mdni

a/n — tbh no sub reader recently. we gotta be original sometimes B) much love x sorry if its short!

pervert!griezmann likes it when your all over his lap playing with his hair with yr small mini skirt all cute and over him . you can feel him get hard under you .

pervert!griezmann sneaks up on you when your baking, hugs you from behind. you can feel his cock from behind you “grizou..not here..” you muttered. “hm? mon amour..i just came for a cookie~” he smirks.

pervert!griezmann loves arriving after a bad game and have the best fucking bj.he loves seeing you drool all over his cock .

pervert!griezmann likes “arranging the laundry” but hes just looking at your underwear . all your bras.. all those pretty sets he bought you .

pervert!griezmann loves it when your playfully doing makeup on his face . just having you struggle to get to his height , the small grunts and moans turn him on!

pervert!griezmann adores seeing you struggle while your thigh ride riding him . the small sinffs and hiccups just make him lose it <33

#football #fanfiction #football drabble #x reader #antoine griezmann smut #antoine griezmann x reader #antoine griezmann #france #futebol

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footballffbarbiex · 6 months

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this is what i'm hoping to come back with

these are on my first to write hit lists but that doesn't mean i won't be writing anything else too.

i know i have some more blurbs on here to write but this cold has knocked me on my ass so i'll get on them ASAP.

anything below you're looking forward to?

Antoine Griezmann

Antoine knows you’re watching at home (and there might be a sex ban bet) and plays up for the camera a little.

Baby daddy anto and his little girl braiding one another’s hair.

Watching a scary movie where one is terrified and the other can’t stop laughing

Enjoying some wine after a hectic day

What a better way to brush up on your french than a quick oral lesson?

A clear penalty that wasn’t given leaves a bitter taste in anto’s mouth so you take matters into your own hands and holes.

Baby it’s cold outside so you need warming up in the best way

Tracing his tattoos becomes a form of foreplay…

The only way to ensure you get what you want is to make sure it’s on his mind

Whoever cums first loses

He’s up for a threesome until he realises he doesn’t want to share

He’s thinking about what he wants from you while he’s alone in a hotel (smut)

Anto plans to edge you for as long as possible, even if it takes all day

________

Ben Chilwell

A continuation of the pillow humping drabble

“You’re not the man I married” angst.

________

Ben White

Ben really wants to show you how much he loves the new lingerie

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Beth Mead

Celebrating winning the euros with her (leads to smut)

________

Charles Leclerc

Charles is left to handle several children by himself, making him one stressed boy.

Enemies to lovers. Slightly AU - he’s an old money prep boy

Secret dating is about to become public

________

Daniel Ricciardo

Cooling down on a hot day only leads to more heat

________

Dominic Calvert Lewin

His curls. Playful and dirty pulling of his hair examples

________

Emre Can

Walking in the summertime with his little girl. Playing with the flowers.

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Eric Dier

Eric and your daughter are putting on a magic show and he’s the assistant

________

Jack Aitken

Leaving love notes

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Jack Grealish

Showing Jack just how confident you’re now feeling and dressing up for him

________

Jadon Sancho

Jadon’s ex is causing trouble and their relationship is on thin ice.

Jadon’s dressing up your son to look like him

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John Stones

Finally having untprotected sex with John.

Unwinding at home with John after a long stressful week (fluff)

John likes to get handsy after some sun, sea and sand.

Over protective baby daddy John

Out and about with the newborn

________

Kepa Arrizabalaga

They split when he was leaving Spain and though things didn’t end bad, it felt like there was little closure. Now they’re back in the same city, are those feelings still there?

________

Kylian Mbappe

Dating Tuchel’s daughter in secret … until it’s no longer a secret. (smut)

________

Leon Goretzka

That first time sex and trying to be quiet

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Marco Rose

An unexpected pregnancy leaves Marco unsure of himself

________

Mason Mount

Mason takes it upon himself to decorate the nursery

Mason being a good egg during labour

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Paulo Dybala

She’s a belly dancer and practices a new routine for him

Lazy day in after he’s been to training

Celebrating his birthday with a meal and dessert

Drunken sex headcannon

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Rodrigo De Paul

Helping her get out of her head (smut)

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Rúben Dias

1 of 2 - they meet and bond over both being new to Manchester and not having many people around. One thing leads to another and ….

2/2 even though they’re just friends, jealousy gets in the way during a night out and there’s only one way to get rid of that.

A bad mood of yours leads to cockwarming

Rúben doesn’t like that your ex is sniffing around again

You really shouldn’t have sent those nudes while he was away

A new on the pitch agreement leaves him feeling competitive (smut)

Trying to make a baby

You get a tattoo of his jersey number

Watching porn together

NSFW alphabet

She’s his neighbour and drunkenly locked herself out. He’s there to rescue her

You’re home late from work and he’s doing the baby’s bedtime routine

Spending the first night at his (fluff)

Ruben is all manly out of the bedroom, but you’re in charge between the sheets

Squirting for the first time

She’s not there at the ballon d’or with him but he sees what she’s up to and he’s not impressed (smut)

Being manhandled by Ruben

John’s challenged Ruben to No Nut November but can he last?

________

Sergio Ramos

A birthday present for the birthday boy.

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Trent Alexander Arnold

Sexting quickly escalates.

When a switch meets a switch, who will come out top? (smut)

Your son has only just started walking but Trent’s determined to put a ball at his feet

Trent is trying to be her tour guide in another country but she knows more

________

Threesomes and moresomes

Poch’s daughter has caught the eye of several Liverpool players… ft Joe Gomez / Trent Alexander Arnold / reader / reader’s best female friend / Virgil van Dijk

Thigh riding becomes more - Kepa Arrizabalaga / reader / Mason Mount

3 Lions aren’t just on shirts, they’re also inside you. Dominic Calvert Lewin / reader / Mason Mount / John Stones

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Unnamed

Making you watch yourself cum + aftercare

Needing to make you forget about the shit day you’ve had

You receive texts throughout the day about what he wants to do to you

You’ve begged for him and he’s not giving you attention. But you’ll take what you want and pay the price later

Public teasing only gets you so far

Sub!player being made to watch and beg to touch you

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Virgil van Dijk

Restraining and blindfolding Virgil and having your way with him

Meeting your family for the first time

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percervall · 9 months

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To keep the writing muscles limber (and also to celebrate 700 followers, I swear I just celebrated 400???), I thought it'd be fun to open my requests for some song drabbles/blurbs. Will close them again 10/8 at 20:00CET

Feel free to send in a name from the list below and a song, plus a genre (fluff, smut, angst)

Who do I write for? Daniel Ricciardo Carlos Sainz Lando Norris Toto Wolff Rodrigo De Paul Antoine Griezmann Thiago Alcantara Kostas Tsimikas Darwin Núñez Mats Hummels Fernando Torres

Tagging my writing friends for first dibs (only if you want!): @goldsainz @curiousthyme @monzabee @userlando @moneyymaseyy @monzamash @footballffbarbiex

#f1 fanfic #football fanfic

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 3 years

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So y'all know I am unecesarrily horny and way too single.

So I am going to be writing Football Fanfiction.

Feel free to leave any asks/ player recommendations/ any thing else you would like to see.

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xratedffbarbiex · 3 years

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TYA snippet

Summary: In a world where you don’t physically age past 25 unless you meet your soulmate, at 39, divorced and trying his hand at coaching after retiring from football, Antoine really isn’t looking for love; especially not with his daughter’s friend who is about to stop her own aging process. With his moral judgement compromised and fate trying to intervene, Antoine quickly learns that meeting a soulmate doesn’t mean that happiness comes easily.

Warnings (if you don’t like these, do not read the fic. You’re responsible for what you consume): age gap (39-25), voyeurism, angst, oral sex (male and female), squirting/multiple orgasms, cream pie, secret dating, sexting, exchanging of pics, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mutual pining.

A/N: The warnings will be added to and this snippet will most likely change as the chapters are written and the plot progress. But this should give you a damn good idea of what’s to come.

This will be shared with Patreon first, just like with Falling. The interest shown for the teaser and the first two chapters will determine if it’s continued to post here.

If you enjoyed it, give it a like and let me know? If you're feeling a lil shy, you can let me know on tumblr via the anon button :)

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This is just a teaser snippet.

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Even through the material of the shirt, you can feel the cold metal from the fridge freezer cooling your skin on your back as his lips burn their way down your front. You can still taste his kiss on your tongue, your eyelids growing heavy as the fingers of one of his hands roll your nipple between them and his lips wrap around the other.

His hair fills your palm, your own fingers stretching through the short strands as you hold him against you. His teeth graze over your nipple, biting down gently but enough to draw out a long sigh from you. The fingers that tweaked at your other breast trail down to the waistband of your shorts, your legs open a little more in a silent confirmation that you want that. His mouth moves across to the other, the cold air hits the wet spot he’s just left and sends tingles throughout your system, causing your pussy to throb.

He strokes over your panties, the touch remains light, giving enough pressure for you to feel it but not enough to gain real satisfaction from it. It’s a teaser and nothing more, making your hips buck forward and another soft moan to sound along with his name.

“Fuck you’re wet. Been thinking about this a lot?”

“Only as much as you have,” you tell him and he grins against you, pulling his mouth away just enough so that just the tip of his tongue circles you.

“That’s what I thought.” His fingers pull your underwear to the side, his smallest and ring finger holding them out of the way to give the other two access to your soaked entrance and slide inside. Straightening up, his nose brushes against yours, his eyes have darkened and his lips crash upon yours once more. His lips prise open your mouth, his tongue presses against yours as his fingers begin to move within you.

His kisses are greedy, needy, and fuelled by the anticipation and sexual frustration that you feel too. His fingers are slower, dragging along your walls and learning the way you feel quickly. He notes what noises you make when his fingers are at certain points, the HOPE tattoos, or at least the HO are submerged within your pussy, the knuckles of his fist press against your skin and you whine into his mouth.

You expect encouragement when your hand smooths over his hard cock, your fingers closing around it through his shorts, eager to feel him as he’s learning your body, not the sentence that leaves his mouth next. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He says as he breaks the kiss, his fingers slowing further inside you but doesn’t stop completely.

“No?”

“You know we shouldn’t.” He doesn’t prevent your hand from continuing its leisurely stroke from tip to base but his teeth catch his bottom lip and the lust that clouds his face tells you to keep going. He’s cautious. You get it, his daughter could come down at any point and catch the two of you. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” You lie quickly but it doesn’t sound convincing.

“I just felt your cunt pulse around me, and my fingers are now soaked from whatever thought you just had. Don’t lie to me.” His eyebrow cocks and his stare intensifies. You’re pretty sure he just felt the way you tightened up around him then too.

“And yet you don’t want this? Then tell me to stop and take your fingers out of me.” You stare him down and wait for him to make his decision.

#Antoine griezmann imagine #Antoine griezmann one shot #Antoine griezmann drabble #Antoine griezmann blurb #Antoine griezmann smut #Antoine griezmann fanfic #Antoine griezmann fanfiction

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ao3feed-football · 7 years

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Tumblr Works

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jyoWhs

by Sunset2304

A little collection of all my football drabbles, short stories and oneshots. I do all kinds of different pairings, no matter what club they play for. Normally I post these on my tumblr but maybe you'll enjoy as well.

Words: 4008, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Antoine Griezmann, Koke, Neymar, Lionel Messi, James Rodríguez, Cristiano Ronaldo, Gerard Piqué, Fernando Torres

Relationships: Antoine Griezmann/Koke, Lionel Messi/Neymar, James Rodríguez/Cristiano Ronaldo

Additional Tags: FC Barcelona, real madrid - Freeform, Atlético Madrid, Fluff, Drabbles, Short Stories, oneshots, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Crying

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jyoWhs

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #football rpf

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k8kaa · 1 year

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DOM! GRIEZMANN?😻

A.GRIEZMANN : TOO CUTE

content : nsfw , mdni , 17+ , agless blogs will be blocked . afab reader , sub reader , soft dom griezmann. you caught antoines attention just by looking cute

a/n : sorry for not posting i was having to much sex smh .. nvm yall im sooo rizzlesss ( im poly and + 2 gfs ;) ) ANYWAYS !! i was on vacation but we back in the hood 🗣️🗣️‼️ enjoy this nasty fucking smut!!

you , were a great friend of antoine . you talked the other day about watching him play , he got you tickets and you watched , just for him to pin you to his bed right after?! completely laid on his bed. “hm? mais tu est une pute .” (hm? you are a slut.) ‘you didnt even know what was turning him on’ . just by wearing your cutest clothes . you knew . but acted sooo clueless! he noticed you smirking . you knew . antoine got closer and kept kissing you, hickeys all over your neck as you moaned shyly into his ear. he removed your pink corset, you were soaked and practically leaking all over your pretty pink-ish tights . antoine removed your panties and shoved a finger in you . “aa-! antoine!” you moaned his name. the french man unziped your skirt but when you asked him to remove your pink heals he said “gardez-les,chérie” (keep them on sweetheart) oh how he could go from humiliating you to being the sweetest in french . antoine took out his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. the sudden action made you moan even louder . he proceeded to take his fingers out and started to eat you out . “s'il te plait enlève ton t-shirt!” (please take off your shirt!) you begged . he laughed in response as he took off his shirt and his pants . seeing him be shirtless with those boxer , just made you even wetter . antoine just devoured your insides at this point . all you could do was moan , so helpless . the more you rolled your eyes at the way he licked your clit the more he enjoyed it . “cum—cuming!” you screamed as you pulled his hair . antoine didnt leave a drop . he drank it like it was fucking milk?! you calm down from the orgasm you had just had . he kisses your forhead “ tu étais si bon, maintenant laisse-moi te faire te sentir encore mieux, mon amour” (you were so good , now let me make you feel even better, love) oh how his words made you blush . you nodded as he kissed you one last time before you felt his cock inside you . it was so stuffy and slid in so well . “antoine..!..” he had grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulder. he gripped your waist hard as small crys and even hiccups escaped your mouth because of how good he was . antoine started going fast , which made his thrusts feel heavenly . his blonde silky hair and his smile just made you— more turned on . his build , his eyes .. you both were reaching your climaxs. he finally came in the condom , you were panting as he was still inside you. he pulled out and threw the condom away . “allez, nettoyons nous” ( come on, let's clean up ) the footballer carried you bridal style to his bathroom for a nice warm bath as you both snuggled up .

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k8kaa · 1 year

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SUB! GRIEZMANN PLSSS

# — A.GRIEZZMANN : LONG SOFT HAIR

info — you love playing with your boyfriends hair . always teasing him about his hair . he asks you a question, and you reply.

pairing — soft dom!reader x sub! long hair !grizou

tws — smut at the end mdni

a/n — sorry if its short :(( first fic with the new theme!!! ty anon!! ily all <33

ruffling through his soft hair.. the french footballer layed in next to you in bed. he was just scrolling on insta .. nothing much . ”grizou i love your hair~” you giggled. you noticed him blush at the compliment. “please , never cut it.” you joked . “god i love your hair . I wish i could play with it everyday..” he loved the sound of you praising him . compliments were his biggest turn on , especially from his partner .“say [name] , why do you love my hair so much?” antoine asked . “so i could pull it when were doing this.” you grabbed him and kiss him. you dont let go of the kiss. but kiss him all over his chest. he was already shirtless so.. you kept kissing him until his v line . “mer-merde!”(shit) he whimpered. you were teasing his bulge . stuffing your hands in his boxers .. watching him groan those sexy fucking sounds turned you on so much . “hmm~ good boy..keep whimpering.~” you smilled. you stopped kissing him and pinned him to the bed “you know what else makes me pull your hair? hm?” you asked kissing his lips “i-i dont..know..” antoine was practically hard as a rock. you took off your underwear and smirked . “cmon baby..you cant just leave me laying like this~? hm?” you said. he couldn’t help but just indulge in the taste of pleasure that he missed . pulling his hair as small praise were whispered . “fuck .. you do me so well antoine.”

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k8kaa · 1 year

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MOVED TOO @p8droo

#navigation #pinned intro #futebol #football #get to know better #fanfiction #football drabble #neymar x reader #antoine griezmann x reader #mason mount x reader #kai havertz x reader #joao felix x reader #x reader #smut #f1 #charles leclerc drabble

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Follow Me.

Player: Antoine Griezmann. Words: 7083. Grab a snack, a drink and sit your cute ass down because this is long. Type: Smut. AU. Warnings: livestreams, amateur p*rn, OF style subscriptions, masturbation and mutual masturbation, use of toys, voyeurism, protected sex, dirty talk, strong language. You are responsible for your own consumption. Do not read if you don’t like this type of content.

A/N: I'd wanted to write something like this for a long time, then I saw the video the banner is formed from and it just put everything into motion (even if it took me 4 months to write). Content no-one asked for, but I hope it's enjoyed nonetheless. I'm not against writing more of this, but I thought I'd see how this went down first. If you enjoyed this and want to see more, please like/reblog/send an ask/comment/show it love.

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Antoine enjoyed sex and everything that went with it. He wasn’t selfish, he gave as much as he received. He loved being pleasured and to pleasure. There was nothing quite like feeling her, whoever she was, soften in his arms. He loved feeling the urgency in her kiss when he’d tweak her nipples or his fingers would push the full way in until the knuckles of his fist were pressed against her folds; the tattoos on his fingers no longer visible unless he was pulling them back out of her and even then, they’d be coated in a layer of slick. He loved feeling the wetness soak his hand, mouth or balls, depending on what he was using at that time. He loved hearing his name on her tongue, filling the room. Nothing turned him on more than knowing he was doing everything right, he was making her feel incredible and feeling her cum, her body trembling and knowing that he was the reason for her reaching her climax was just something else.

His ex had been open minded and adventurous. She loved experimenting and though boundaries were prodded, pushed slightly, they were never overstepped. The two of them sexting, and playing while on video calls were normal occurrences. It was her who suggested filming the two of them while they had sex. It started out as innocently as it could; simply filming them giving each other oral. A POV shot as he bent her over and fucked her from behind. It wasn’t until they’d accumulated quite the collection that they decided to film more videos and one tester video being uploaded where you couldn’t see either of their faces was (nervously) uploaded to one of the most popular porn websites available. Their amateur section was quickly growing in popularity with more and more people wanting to see more homemade videos than those of a professional manner.

Finally tired of seeing the usual fake scenes and sculptured bodies, more of the everyday person was tuning into amateur and their video quickly racked up the views with comments flooding in wanting more.

One upload turned to two.

Turned to three.

Turned to ten.

Their chemistry on “screen” was clear, their understanding of one another’s body was perfectly visible. They moved in perfect sync with one another and their pleasure brought thousands of others to their own climax. But it couldn’t save their relationship. They naturally fizzled out. Sex was never their issue, sex was the easy part. Their relationship was a little more difficult to hold together.

Their channel remained up for everyone to view, he just created his own stream before creating an privatefansonly account after being urged. He was able to produce more content including photosets and more videos which could be filmed whenever he wanted. It was much easier being a solo content maker but it did also become a little lonelier too.

He’d publicized the live show he was planning across his social media. He’s done a few previously, gaining more subscribers than he thought each time, all wanting to watch him stroke himself until he paints his stomach with cum. While he was nervous the first time they began uploading themselves to the internet, now he felt a sizzle knowing he was being watched and that others are pleasuring themselves at the same time. Though lately, while his hand was wrapped around his cock, his teeth bite down on his lip and his whimpers still sound, it’s the woman in the room next door that he thinks of.

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She should never have been his roommate and yet, here she was stealing his food and drinking his drinks like she was meant to be here. Now she’s here, he can’t stand to think of her not being. He’s grown to like her being around, having that company once more and sharing flirty banter. He liked having someone he could interact with, who understood his sense of humour, got his jokes and would bounce back with something else just as funny. He appreciated who she was as a person.

They’d share bottles of wine together, sometimes beer, sometimes spirits. He’d wait for her before ordering in, and they’d cook for one another. It was an easy friendship, with often days going between the two of them without anything being said. She’d leave notes that food was left on the stove or in the slow cooker. He’d leave notes saying he’d left packages on her bed that had been ordered and he’d done her laundry.

He’d enjoyed her company in a strictly friends only way until he’d come home from work early, music pumping throughout the house and he’d walked into the kitchen to find her putting together a meal, a bottle of wine in her hand and dressed only in her underwear. She’d stopped for a moment, clearly caught off guard as the two of them had stood staring at one another awkwardly, before she continued dancing and wiggling her butt. It broke the ice, made him laugh hard before he’d returned to his room.

With his day job being the thing that allows him to pay for the house and bills, anything else from his… second job is simply a bonus, allowing him to live whatever lifestyle he can with the extra cash. Clothes are one of his biggest weaknesses. He can’t resist buying new clothes or more filming equipment. He enjoyed gaming and wasted no time in buying and putting together a new computer fast enough to host many of his games without slowing down, with the first big payout he received. He tried not to go overboard, hadn’t wanted anyone to begin to ask questions about how his usual job allowed him to pay for such things, but it did help.

It's why he didn’t need her here. He didn’t need her half of the rent, but she needed a place to stay and half of the rent she was paying to live with him was better than having no place at all. And while he may not need her here, he sure as hell liked having her here.

But ever since seeing her in her underwear and watching the way her hips swayed, it had given him more than enough ideas and soon, he was stroking himself to another climax for his eager subscribers.

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“Sooo… you’re a gamer, huh?” She asks, trailing her fingers over the top of his monitor and sinking down into the chair. She pulls a face as she declines, clearly impressed with the quality of it and gives the mouse a little wiggle.

“That’s not new information,” Antoine replies, watching her cautiously with his arms crossed over his chest.

“But, you don’t need all of this for gaming. Or do you?” She asks, tapping the side of his camera and gesturing to the lighting and mic. “I mean, I game, but I don’t stream, so I wouldn’t know. Are you on twitch or something?”

“Or something, yeah.” Antoine replies, trying to keep a straight face. “Yes, I have a twitch account.” He replies seriously when she raises her eyebrow.

“Many subscribers?”

“A few.” He wasn’t lying, he just had considerably more subscribers on a different type of platform.

“I’ll have to play with you some time.” She says, sitting back and swaying the chair. Her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. Her body posture is open, her leg is held up by her tiptoes as her other leg is bent, the ball of her other foot presses into the chair’s seat.

Mental images fill his mind of slipping between her thighs and tonguing at her cunt. He swallows and tries to avert his eyes as he pushes the thought out of his mind, but he can almost imagine how she’d taste. Considering how he spends his spare time, it’s been a while since he’s slept with someone and he misses it.

“You think you can take me on?” He asks after clearing his throat with a small cough.

“I’m not too shabby. I can hold my own.” She says, lifting her chin to look at him, their eyes locking and it does nothing for him wanting her. He wills himself to think unsexy thoughts, distracts himself by thinking of anything else than sinking into her pussy and hearing her moan.

A notification appears on his phone screen which is in front of her on the desk.

“Oooo someone’s popular, you’ve got a notification from...” she begins to say as she goes to look but Antoine knows that notification sound and rushes forward. The look on her face tells her that she’s already seen it before he manages to swipe the phone and put it into his pocket. “New subscriber for there?” She says quietly, sucking her lips onwards and wets them. “I know that site isn’t just for porn but I didn’t realise it had gamers too.” She tells him, trying to keep her tone light.

“They don’t.” He admits and holds his own, waiting for her to mock or judge or say something negative.

“Do you have a lot of followers?”

He nods as fear and excitement rushes through him. It’s out there, his secret is out and she’s not recoiling in horror. “Yeah.”

“Do you actually game?” She asks and he laughs.

“Yeah, yeah I do. The lights and microphone and camera are all for both. It’s not just for...that side of things.”

“So I’m not going to walk in and you be doing your thing?”

“I can’t guarantee that but it won’t always be that that you walk in on.”

Using the foot that anchors her to the floor, she sways in the chair as she observes him. “Who else knows?”

“Just you and my ex. I don’t want anyone else knowing.”

“Would they not see your face?”

“I don’t show it. Tattoos get covered with makeup. No distinguishing features on show.”

“Oooo, I could have touched myself while watching you without knowing it was you.” She grins at him as he shifts from foot to foot, moving one hand to hang down in front of his crotch as it twitches at her words.

“Would you have continued if you knew it was me?”

He can’t stop the words from coming out and when she replies, “I’d have cum to each of the videos and pictures,” it takes all the strength he has to hold himself in place.

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Tonight, she’s out and it was the perfect time to go on a livestream. Work had left him feeling tightly strung and nothing else would do. He’d tried playing a few games, watching TV or doing something which didn’t involve touching his dick, but that’s what his thoughts kept going back to. It was like desperately needing a drink in the middle in the night, or the realization you needed to pee. Once you’ve thought about it, the sensation of it only increases until you have to succumb.

With the lighting now right, the camera all set up and feeding directly to the website, Antoine waits. His legs are parted, though he still wears low slung joggers. Grey of course, he knows the effect these have, especially right now with the thick outline of his cock still pressed against his inner thigh. Every so often his long fingers will stroke over it, the camera picking up on the way it would twitch, bumping up from his leg and pressing against the fabric of the joggers. He’s smart, using the ten second clip of exactly that as a teaser to his Twitter feed and more subscribers began to pour in.

He continues to tease, both himself and the viewers until he’s peeling his clothing off. A bottle of lube sits in front of him, out of the view of the camera, along with a flesh light. He hadn’t intended to get one, thought it was silly until one of his friends bought it for him once his relationship had ended and said, “here mate, pussy for you 24/7, you don’t even need to leave the house.”

It was supposed to be a jokey present, even though the purpose of them was very real and so, he’d filled it with lube one night out of curiosity and slipped it down over his cock until it had sheathed him and hadn’t looked back. It’s not something he uses all the time, but it’s gone down well on his lives previously and he’ll use it when he wants to fuck the tension out.

His fingers stroke over the head of his cock before trailing down. His touch is light, his sharp intakes of breath are picked up by the additional mic he’s set up, and his deep breathing is there for all to hear. Occasionally, he’ll read the comments inside his head, take note of a few of the requests and watch as the comment section goes a little crazy. Many comment on his hands, how they enjoy to watch the way they flex, grip and move. Some of the subscribers have signed up exactly for that, asking for photos of his fingers, especially if they’re photographed wrapped around his cock or light touches.

He shuffles himself forward a little, melts himself into the comfortable chair and closes his eyes for a moment or two. A thin layer of lubricant covers his shaft and the prominent vein there throbs against his palm whenever he grips himself. Pre-cum is dotting at the slit and drips into the curve between his thumb and finger as he plays. Not for the first time, he wonders what it would feel like to have her hand do this instead, what kind of blow job she’d give and how she’d ride him.

His hand speeds up, his breathing deepens as he loses himself in his thoughts. He can almost hear her moan and once more, his thoughts drift to the idea of her watching him. She could very much be one of his subscribers right now, watching his every touch, listening to each whimper that leaves his lips. She could be one of them who are sending in encouragement, trying to control the pace he sets.

His free hand reaches forward and pulls the fleshlight towards the edge of the desk with his fingertips until he can wrap his fingers around the toy. The hand stroking his cock drops the base, angles the rest of his length away from his body and a little closer to the camera. He makes it twitch, the action drawing a pearl or two of pre-cum out.

The comment section blows up and only then does he push the head into the silicon mould. He’s highly sensitive, the noise he makes is involuntary but it gets a beautiful reaction. More subscribers pour in, he can see the amount he’s making tonight rising on his screen for his eyes only, and he’s thankful his face isn’t in shot because he can’t stop the grin that forms quickly, only to be replaced by his lip catching between his teeth as his breathing deepens.

Slowly each inch is enveloped within the toy, the material stretches around him, sucks him inside with ease and wraps around him with the perfect pressure he’s now used to. He’s able to rest his head against the back of his chair without his face being compromised and he closes his eyes to savour the feeling of it as he lets the images that begin to form fully within his mind take over.

“Hey, so I was thinking…” her words pull him back to the very real present, he’s not able to pull the toy from himself, he’s barely able to grab a shirt to cover his erection before the door opens and she walks in. With his secret now out in the open between them, they now have a system. He puts a do not disturb on the door handle and she doesn’t come in. If there’s no sign, she’s welcome to come in. Tonight, because she was out, he hadn’t bothered with the sign and now he’s kicking himself for it.

“Oh. Oh.” She doesn’t know where to look but she keeps her eyes from him out of respect. “I should probably...” she gestures to the hallway, jerking her thumb to suggest she’s leaving but she remains where she is.

“Yeah, you probably should.” His cock throbs at the sight of her. His heartbeat is powerful, pounding against his ribcage with such force he’s surprised it’s not being picked up on the mic or by her ears.

“Live or on your own?” She asks quietly, her eyes flickering to his screen. She can see it’s on from where she stands but she can’t see what’s on there.

“Live.” he whispers back, wondering what’s going through her mind right now.

“That’s a shame. Because from what I saw, that’s a beautiful cock that deserves to be sucked. I’ll leave you to your livestream… if you need me, I’ll be thinking of that.” she lets her gaze drop to where his shirt loosely covers him, “unless you want to give me the stream so I can watch?”

Swallowing hard, he shakes his head, his tongue licks at the corner of his mouth before he mutes the mic. “You’re not serious right now.” his eyes flicker back to the screen, noting the comments of WHY DID YOU STOP? What’s happening? Are you continuing? to begin to fill up his comment section.

“If I was to continue to play, right now, what would you do?” He asks her.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Watch.” she replies.

“You wouldn’t think I was disgusting? Inappropriate?”

“I’ve just walked into your room and interrupted you. I’ve just offered to give you a blow job, and you don’t think I’d sit and watch you masturbate?”

Nerves rush through him like adrenaline, his veins feel cold with it. He moves the shirt, pulling it from him so slowly it teases both those who are still watching and her before him.

Leaning forward, he types out my flatmate is here.

He knows the reaction this will get and the words that pour into the chat don’t disappoint him. The fabric falls to the floor, her concentration is no longer on his face but at his waist and lower. His own focuses on her body language; her breathing increases, her thighs close and subtly rub together as she tries to control herself. Her tongue swipes between her lips, wetting them both in the process.

“Still want to make that offer?” He asks, his hand wraps around the fleshlight and starts to lift it half way up his length before dragging it back down to the base. Her gaze remains transfixed, watching every stroke he makes.

Used to being watched, Antoine is unphased by this, this is nothing new for him but her lust is what keeps his hand moving. He’s used to finding out what people want and need, what gets the most subscribers, the most tips and response from those who watch his streams but having her here, someone who he genuinely wants to satisfy and to pleasure? It stirs something within his belly that he’d long since forgotten.

He needs to see her respond well, he needs to figure out what she wants from him. His thoughts and fantasies will no longer suffice. Anything he thinks about going forward will be based on this, the way she looks at him right now while he palms himself.

“You’re making this really hard to stay right here.” her voice comes out as little more than a whisper.

“I should hope so, how are you supposed to suck my dick if you’re still over there?”

“Is that what you want? For me to get on my knees...” she trails off as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, “move between your thighs, for all your subscribers to see, and do to you what I’ve thought about a lot since you told me what you do in here?”

The muscles in Antoine’s cheek tense as he clenches his jaw at her words. At her confirmation that she’s thought of him just like he has her. Or at least she says so. Even if it is just a ruse, it’s working and hearing the words continues to turn him on.

“What have you been thinking about?”

“What you might do on these videos. I, uhm, I might have heard a few of your noises before, and so I’d try and think of them, hoping that I wasn’t changing their sound as I played. Thinking of them would get me there. Every. Single. Time.”

She moves closer to him before she’s close enough for him to lean over and touch her face should he want to, but far enough away that he’d have to go out of his way to do so. Remaining on her knees, she straightens up, her fingers shakily go to the clothes covering her bottom half, her hands pushing them from her body until she’s left in just her panties. Sitting down, she stretches her legs out in front of her before bending her knees and allowing them to drop open.

She knew before the cool air hit between her thighs that her panties were wet. Antoine could no doubt see her wetness soaking through the centre of them, his eyes fixed firmly between her open legs.

“Why’s your hand stopped Anto? I thought this was what you wanted? You told me you wanted to play, now play.”

Her hand covers her underwear, her middle finger strokes over the soaked area before pulling up ever so slightly. Her clit is swelling, her hips buck as her fingertip circles the small bead.

“Why are you keeping them on?” He asks, his voice now huskier. He can’t look her in the eye as he says his, his attention completely on what he does with her fingers.

“Much more sensitive this way. Easier to tease. Easier to cum…”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He tells her, finally locking eyes with her. “So do it. Tease.”

Antoine ignores the words that spill from the comment section. At the moment he couldn’t care who is typing, the only thing he cares about is watching that damp patch increase and silently pleading for a taste of her cunt.

The silicone toy sucks his cock back into it, the wet glug of it is how he imagines the sound of her throat would be when he fucks her mouth. She adds another finger to her clit, the two of them now circling and pressing down, creating the perfect pressure, the perfect touch. The soft material of her underwear acts as a light barrier, any touch she gives is heightened by it.

“I wish this was your tongue.” She tells him, shifting the hand that holds her up and scoots herself forward a little more. She does it again. And again until she’s close to him. “I’m not sure what I want more though. To use that toy for you or be your toy for the night.”

His cheek twitches again and with his free hand, he beckons her closer with two fingers. “Tell me something.” he begins, pausing ever so slightly as he slowly moves the toy up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace. “Is this just foreplay? Look but don’t touch? Do you want to watch me get myself off and you do the same? Or do you want me to get you off? Me to eat your pussy like you’ve clearly fantasised.”

“I can’t walk out of here without having you fuck me first. Not again.”

“Do you want me to turn this off?”

She pauses for a moment as she looks at the screen. The camera is cut off perfectly where his lips are. Antoine’s body, his cock, his neck, jaw and lips look beautiful under this lighting. It captures him perfectly, the camera isn’t cheap and the quality is perfect, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing. Day old stubble covers his jaw, dots over his cheeks, his upper lip and chin.

“Lift your feet.” she instructs. It’s not a comment he expects and his brows knit together. “not up, up. Just lift them so I can move the chair.” Her hands touch the chair arms and she’s able to turn it just so. “Lift this arm.” She taps the one she means, the one closest to the screen. The one that can pose as a block for the camera. “Keep stroking.” she tells him as she weighs up her options.

Standing now in front of him, but to the side and out of view of the camera, her hands reach for the hem of her shirt, peeling it up her body until it’s tugged from her arms and dropped to the floor. She dips her shoulders, the straps of her bra slip down her arms where they hang by her elbows waiting to fall completely from her. Her fingers pop the clasp, the bra comes loose but remains on her body thanks to the positioning of her arms.

The bra cups have moved but her nipples remain covered, the curve of her tits on show. Not that she knows this, but this is one of Antoine’s favourite parts of the female body. The swell of the breast excites him. Makes him want to cup the fullness of them, run the rough pad of his thumb over her nipple until it hardens or hardens further. He loves kissing over the softness, nippling gently at her tit until his eager mouth reaches her nipple.

Seeing the way she provocatively shows him what he’s dreamt of, all he can do is remain in place, his hand pumping his dick as he had before while she slowly strips for him.

“Want to see?”

“More than you know.” His voice is barely more than a whisper, his hand now speeding up as the flimsy material slips from her body. Her nipples are puckered, begging to be licked, sucked on and nipped with his teeth. He longs to make her whine, needs to feel her grinding her pussy against him as she sits in his lap.

Her thumbs hook under the sides of her panties, tugging them down carefully, taking her time. Reluctantly, he pulls his gaze from her chest and watches as the material begins to roll over her hips. Parting her thighs, her underwear clings to her juices until finally, she’s fully exposed to him. Turning, even though nerves flood throughout her body, she bends to push the fabric to her ankles. Her pussy is on show through her parted thighs and she can hear his breathing increase as he exhales through his nose.

She tries to control her breathing, not wanting her nerves to be on show for him. She wants this. She needs this. But being with him for the first time is daunting, let alone with the knowledge that hundreds of people are also now paying to watch this interaction. Not that they’re aware of this just yet.

Swallowing hard, she instructs him to close his legs just a little.

“Put your hands on my shoulders.” He says, his voice quiet. “it’ll help you steady yourself.”

Stepping towards him, she straddles his lap using the leg furthest from the camera, not feeling comfortable enough to show herself to the world right now. His hands cover her hips, pulling her onto his thighs easier until the base of his cock pressed against her folds.

She lifts her face, turns to look at the screen. The most they can see is the side of her body, her hair cascading down her back and the point of her chin at the top of the screen.

“And they won’t see my face?”

“Not unless you drop to your knees to suck me off, no.”

She gives a little nod. Her heart hammers against her chest with such force it feels like a dull ache. Antoine reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, his eyes dropping to her lips where they stay for a moment or two. His tongue swipes over his own before he looks back at her eyes. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Can I at least kiss you?” When she gives a little nod, he shakes his head. “No, I need to hear you say it. From here on out, I need you to be verbal. If you don’t like something. Tell me. If you do like something, tell me so I can do it more. If you want to stop, I will stop. Immediately. This isn’t fun if you’re not in this with me. So. Again. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Antoine leaves one hand on her hip while the other cups the back of her neck, his thumb reaching around to below her chin and pushes upwards, exposing her neck for his mouth. He takes his time, slow open mouth kisses which leaves her craving more.

“Can I stroke you?” She asks, her voice barely more than a whisper as her breath hitches in her throat when his tongue flicks over her pulse.

“Yes.” he says clear enough for her to hear before grazing her skin with his teeth, biting down just enough to make her mewl, push her pussy to him again and grind her ass down against his muscular thighs.

“Are we still muted?” He hums against her throat, “let them hear.”

She can feel his lashes flutter over her skin, the cool air as his hot mouth leaves her. “You don’t need to rush into anything.”

“They’re already watching,” she wraps her fingers around the toy and gives it a small tester stroke, smirking to herself when his eyelids grow heavy. “May as well let them listen too.”

She starts slow, taking her time as her hand leisurely glides up and down. With a flick of his wrist, the sound is activated once more. “You’re not the only one who needs to hear something verbal.” She said in a voice so low that only Antoine can hear but she feels the way his hips circle and buck, pushing himself further into her fist than before.

His thickness can be felt through the toy, though she wishes she could feel the long, prominent vein which runs down his shaft. Not for the first time does the urge to sink between his thighs and take as much of him into her mouth. She wants to feel him edge towards her throat, wants him to nudge against her uvula and make her want to gag. She wants to hear that wet glug when he fucks her mouth. She wants her spit to drip down her chin, hear the hiss and any profanities that roll from his perfect lips.

It takes almost all of her willpower to remain on his lap and not be doing the things she’s thinking about. This should be enough. This should satisfy the cravings she’s had since moving in. Since finding out what he does when he’s alone in his room with nothing but his camera, mic and followers for company.

His noises are minimal. Mostly heavy breathing, the occasional deep exhale through his nose and the sound of his jaw clicking as he clenched it too tightly. She can feel the muscles within his thighs tense, his fingers flex - occasionally digging into her makes her whine softly.

“I’d thought about slowly stroking myself while sitting here.” She tells him.

“What’s stopping you?” He can barely speak. His mouth feels far too dry, he’s barely able to concentrate on anything else other than what her hand is doing and how wet she’s leaving his skin where she sits.

“I’m half tempted to ask you.” She replies, “but you seem happy watching right now.”

His cheek twitches as he grits his teeth once more. The light blue eyes she’s come to love looking at are darkening quickly. When he says nothing else, she switches hands flawlessly. Though she’s not ambidextrous, she’s still able to get what she wants. The pace she’d set wasn’t too fast, allowing the silicone mould to do most of it for her.

Reaching her fingertips to his lips, she instructs him to suck, something he does gladly. His tongue swirls over and around the two fingers she offers him, making sure they’re fully lubricated. He knows she could have just as easily ran them between her folds, coated them in her own juices before pressing them to her clit but there was something about using his mouth for this that aroused him.

Lowering his gaze, Antoine has the perfect view of both of her hands working the two of them simultaneously. Her fingertips press to her sensitive bead, her folds are parted and her movements are careful, precise. It’s clear she masturbates frequently, her middle finger dips down her slit and circles at her entrance to gather slick before reapplying pressure once more to her clit.

The hand that holds him is just firm enough, just fast enough, but he wants to feel her instead. His own covers her hand, pausing her movements as he pulls the toy from him. His cock slaps against his skin before standing away from his body again. He lays the toy on the desk before taking her hand and wrapping it around him.

“Same pace as before,” he whispers before pulling her a little closer so he can press kisses over her neck on the side furthest away from the camera. The way he uses his mouth, the flick of his tongue and the graze of his teeth as he gently nibbles against her has her juices dripping down against his thigh and her pussy tightening, her walls clenching around nothing when all she wants is to be sinking down on the cock before her.

“Need you inside me,” she whimpers.

“I’m not fucking you on the camera for our first time.”

“Anto, I need you. Please.” Her hand works him to desperation. He almost caves- almost. He’s seconds away from lifting her body and pulling down onto him. “I can’t keep masturbating thinking about how you’d feel in my pussy. I need the real thing.”

He growls in response, his instinct now taking over. He leans the two of them to the side, his hand working the top drawer of the desk and pulls a condom from it. It’s opened and slid down his erection in less than 30 seconds. She lifts instinctively, her hands on his shoulders as his hand angles the tip of his cock at her soaked core and slowly, she sinks down onto him.

The sharp intake of breath that sounds from her as she takes as much of his thick cock within her is enough to have him twitching against her walls. She pauses, giving him a moment to spin the chair so the view to the camera is her back, her ass and the view of his dick partially sheathed within her. Pulling herself back to the tip, she slowly pushes back down again, this time taking another inch of him inside of her. She repeats this until his balls press against the curve of her ass, until she’s sat back on his lap again, his erection stretching open her pussy and nudging beautifully against her cervix.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispers, pressing his words against her skin as he kisses wherever he can reach. “You feel so fucking amazing.” His hands grip her waist, short fingernails doing their best to leave crescent marks in her skin with every rock of her hips. He feels better than any toy she has in her drawer that she could ride. His expression as he’d watched her play and his words were better than anything she could have fantasized.

He steals a glance over her shoulder, his eyes fixed on the screen, watching as he enters her. The lighting was perfect, her juices coat the condom, dripping down to the exposed skin beneath it. Before his eyelids grow too heavy as pleasure rushes through his system, he notes the volume of subscribers increasing, the tips and additional money is pouring in. Comments beg him to take control, to fuck her harder are filling the comment box as he filled her. He fully plans to; needs her to ask him to take her at a pace that’s harder than she’s capable of riding him.

Any words and coherent thoughts that could come to mind are quickly forced out by the feeling of Antoine inside of her. She can barely keep her eyes open, they’re fluttering closed and she’s struggling to open them again with every blink, but she needs to see his face. She needs to watch his expressions and his own eyes blurring as she sinks down, enveloping him fully within her and holds him there before tensing her muscles up as she slowly pulls up to the head of his cock and releases him once more as she goes back down.

Another glance at the screen has him hypnotised - she moves like she’s his perfect fit. She takes him as he’d dreamt of. His hands gripping her body had barely had to adjust or steady her speed; she paid attention to his sounds, noted what made him bite down on her skin with enough pressure that had her tightening her pussy around him and whimpering until he let go.

Her hand moves to his jaw, tilts his face to make him look at her before she kisses him deeply. She manages to utter “fuck me,” before she’s pressing her tongue to his once more, his hips moving beneath her, pounding his cock into her at a pace much faster than the one she’d done. Her noises switch from small whines, throaty mewls and soft cusses to groans, sharp intakes of breaths which turn into silence as he bottoms out repeatedly, fucking her into silence.

She can hardly concentrate on kissing him back, though she does note that his lips curve against hers, clearly pleased with the effect he’s having on her. The sound of her wetness is picked up on the stream with many commenting on how the sound from her mouth and her pussy is enough to make them want to bust a nut without needing the visual.

“Touch yourself. Like you did earlier.” He whispers into their kiss.

She does as she’s told, her fingers rubbing exactly as she likes it, though Antoine’s unrelenting thrusts make it so she can’t keep her fingers steady.

“I like feeling how weak you are.” He says, the throaty laugh that sounds from him as her cunt pulses around him at his words, “so tight baby,” he tells her and nibbles on her bottom lip. His tongue swipes over the fleshy spot, his teeth sinking into it just enough to make her hiss and a fresh wave of juices to flow over his erection. “Close?” He asks, before he claims her mouth once more, his tongue pressing against hers and controls the kiss as much as he does her pussy.

She couldn’t answer even if she wanted to. The knot in her belly snaps, her orgasm hitting her with such force that her muscles tense up, her hand grips his hair, her core clamps around him as she soaks his chair. She contracts with such power, he’s almost pushed from her. His arms wrap around her waist, holding her in place as he makes her sit on his lap, his balls pressed firmly against her ass. Antoine waits until she tries to open her eyes once more before he begins to thrust into her once more, now chasing his own orgasm.

Her eyes remain unfocused, the hand which had stroked her sensitive bead now grips his waist, allowing herself to succumb to everything he wants to give to her. Waves and waves of pleasure rush throughout her as he fucks her with such intensity that she can’t tell when one thrust ends and another begins. The hand in his hair pulls a little more, tugging his head backwards, her lips connect with his neck, his pulse point beneath her kiss and as her tongue swipes over his skin, she feels him swallow and the vibration of his groan travelling through.

“Cum for me Antoine,” she whispers, her lips brushing against his earlobe. Her teeth locking over the soft curve of his ear is what sets him over the edge, his hands pushing her down, burying himself fully within her as he spills everything into the condom with a series of pants. Her pussy is so tight around him that she feels every twitch of it as he spurts more into the latex before finishing.

Waiting until his breathing is steadying, Antoine fills his palm with her skull, fingers curling around around her hair and pulls her into a kiss, one that they can now both fulfill. He only breaks the kiss to spin the chair slowly, carefully, until he can check the camera, the tips are higher than he could have thought, his subscribers have gone through the roof and the comment box is overrun with compliments. With only his grin showing on his face from the way the camera angle cuts the rest of his face from view, he thanks his subscribers for watching and disconnects, making sure to hit save so that he can watch it back and use it to wank to at a later date.

“I owe you a cut of that.” He tells her, brushing her hair from her face, his dick still fully lodged within her. His fingers stroke her cheek so tenderly, she could have mistaken the way he’d pounded into her with a furious need.

“You earnt that.” She dismisses his offer.

“Oh please, I’d barely reached €45 in tips. I’m now close to €500 and have double digits more new subscribers. I think it’s safe to say, we made a good pairing.”

“it’s not how i expected to spend my evening.”

“If riding my dick wasn’t what you came in here for, what was it?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to order in.”

“Yes, but first, I want you on that bed, your thighs around my neck and to finally taste you…”

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Anto’s birthday blurb 1

Words: 417 Type: smutty Request: “Happy bday” early morning blowjob is a must.

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You know he’s slowly coming out of his sleep when his breathing changes and he makes his little half moans. With a deep intake of breath, Antoine stretches his arms above his head and tries to open his eyes. With heavy, sleep filled eyes, he pulls an expression which tells you that he’s unhappy to be awake this early.

“Nooo, don’t go back to sleep,” you whisper as he gives a full groan and tries to turn away. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Too early.” He croaks.

“It’s your birthday though.”

“So let me sleep.” You sigh at his words.

“I wanted to give you your first present.” you tell him, fingers stroking over his side, your words earning one eye to open and his lips to tug into a curve.

“What kind of present?”

“You don’t have to move. Much. Just open your legs...” your fingers trail down his bare chest, circle the soft hair at his belly button and dip lower to where the bedding hugs his waist, and a generous swell now twitches against the cotton.

“I guess I could stay awake...” he grins as he parts his thighs, giving enough room for you to slip between them as your lips connect with the skin at his chest. Your tongue swirls around his nipple, flicking over it until it hardens, and he grinds his hips pathetically against your body. When you switch to his other nipple which is already begging for the same treatment as the other, you dip your hand lower beneath the sheets and grip him through his boxers and stroke him until his boxer shorts develop a wet patch from the pre-cum that each stroke pulls from the slit.

Your mouth moves lower and without being prompted, Antoine lifts his hips for his boxers to be pulled down to his thighs. Sinking your lips down the inches he has to offer until he nudges the back of your throat, you hum around him as you pull back to the soft, velvety head and your tongue swirls around it.

“Still want to go to sleep?”

“Present first,” he whines, hand itching to scoop your hair up onto your head so he has a perfect view of you sucking his cock and encourage you back down onto it but before he can, you take him once more and an animalistic groan sounds in his throat as you nuzzle your way down to his pubic bone, sheathing him completely within you.

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Hoe, Hoe...Oh.

This was a patron request last year but she requested that it was shared with tumblr and the Anto fans who read my work because she’s a kind egg like that.

If you read it, give it a like and lemme know what you thought? 😊

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T’was the night before Christmas….and she has big plans. Very big plans.

“Do you know who comes on Christmas Eve?” She’d asked Antoine, hoping he caught the double entendre. Wherever there was a sexual innuendo, he’s usually the first to comment.

“Santa.” He’d replied, looking hopeful.

“That’s right. I’m fairly certain Mrs Claus plays a part in that.”

“So, you want Santa to make an appearance on Christmas Eve?” he double checked.

“Only if I’ve been a good girl.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He’d said with a grin.

She’d gone out of her way to scour the stores both in store and online for the perfect costume for weeks. She wanted something that was both naughty but pretty. Not too slutty but something that showed just enough without having everything on display. She fully intends to make a night of it, even though she’ll probably end up regretting it when the children are singing WAAAAAAKE UUUUUP through the baby monitor at them at 4am because SAANTA’S BEEEEEN!

And yesterday, she finally found what she was looking for, had taken it into the changing room and tried it on. It fit like a glove over her body, perfectly hiding what she didn’t like and showing off everything that she did. The skirt was a perfect length, the long sleeves with white faux fur trim was adorable and so was the hood when pulled up. The waist was perfectly clinched, and her boobs were pushed up and together to create a stunning cleavage. She couldn’t not purchase it.

She’s shaved everywhere necessary, washed and finished her hair, applied a little make-up, not too much but enough and now waits. The children have been in bed for the past hour and are sound asleep. She’s purchased more handcuffs, body licks and a blindfold. A riding crop was purchased too, one with a smooth leather end and one with feathers. She could almost feel the way the lightness would flutter over her before the delicious sting of the crop end on her ass would feel.

It’s all she’s been able to think about today. There’s been a spring in her step. She’s been extra patient with the babies, even when they’d both flung themselves to the floor, dramatically throwing themselves onto the bellies and crying because they couldn’t get their own way. She’d ignored the stares, graciously accepted the apologetic smiles from other mothers who knew the humiliation oh too well, and continued with the shop with a purpose. They would not get her down, not today.

Have you eaten? She text him.

No, I will later though 😊 oh, yes you will, she thought to herself.

She heard him stumble through the door ten minutes ago, but told her not to come downstairs just yet and to wait until he gave the command. It gave her time to pull her dress into place, slip on her stockings and attach them to her suspenders and slide her feet into the pair of Louboutin’s that he’d bought her last Christmas, specifically so he could bend her over the table and fuck her into an oblivion. Now whenever she wears them, she’s instantly soaked and begging him to just take her. When she wears them, he knows what type of sex she wants without her saying a word and she’s hoping that tonight is no different.

Grabbing her bag of goodies excitedly when he finally calls her, the clicks of her heels are muffled by the carpet as she paces along the landing hallway and begins down the stairs. They’re audible as she struts along the hallway towards the living room where she can hear music playing softly. She’s about to strike a pose when the sight before her stuns her into a stop. Freezing her completely. Antoine drops the reindeer he was holding, it’s nose is still blinking on and off red and his mouth drops open but becomes hidden behind the enormous fake bushy white beard.

He stands before her in a fitted Santa costume, a big bulging belly is strapped back beneath a belt and a sack full of presents lays at his feet, several wrapped boxes are scattering out of the open sack and large snowy footprints lead to their tree.

“You’re…” He gestures to her, his mouth opening and closing, his eyes are still wide as they drop to her shoes, “the shoes.” He laughs in disbelief. “When you said Santa, you didn’t actually mean Santa.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time.” She says as she stands with her hands now on her hips as she looks over his whole outfit in awe.

“The shoes. Fucking hell.” He hisses and yanks down his beard and tugs off the Santa hat, throwing it dramatically to the floor. “How could I have misread that so badly? You look good,” he finally addresses her, his tongue swiping over his lips as he takes her in.

“I know I do. I’ve spent most of the day thinking about what I wanted you to do to me but sitting me on your knee and getting a gift in this way? I’m not going to lie to you Antoine, this is not the type of sack emptying I expected tonight.”

“My baby has such a way with words.” He says with a chuckle and steps towards her. His hands splay over her hips, pulling her to him.

“I could be saying many, many dirty ones to you right now but instead, I’m stumped for innocent ones to describe the sight before me.”

“What if I take this off?”

“The memory is burnt into my mind now. These shoes may have a new memory for them. I may never wear th-”

“I don’t think so,” Antoine growls, spinning her around and walking with her until her hands press against the wall, her cheek is against it as she turns her face to look at him. His hands wander up her thighs and brush over the silky middle of her panties. “Those shoes are for one thing only, and I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Follow Me snippet.

words: 7083. this is huge and has been a work in progress since November. snippet: 1748 player: antoine griezmann (enjoy the banner under the cut) posting to patreon: 25th Feb. posting to Tumblr: to be decided (see below) type: smut warnings: livestreams, amateur p*rn, OF subscriptions, masturbation and mutual masturbation, voyeurism, protected sex, dirty talk, strong language. tier available on: $2/$3/$5. Posted on the $2 tier which is “patreon only or to post to tumblr?” tier. Any that I’m not sure if I should bring to here, goes on this tier for the above tiers to view too. a/n: so i’ve been told that updates, while available on patreon, are not coming through as push notifications or emails. so when i update, i’ll include one of these so you know an update has gone live.

I have included my tag list because this is pretty much a whole ass one shot in itself just from the teaser. If you want it brought here, PLEASE let me know.

to get ahead and get access to content not available for anywhere else, there’s patreon from $1 a month.

One upload turned to two.

Turned to three.

Turned to ten.

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But ever since seeing her in her underwear and watching the way her hips swayed, it had given him more than enough ideas and soon, he was stroking himself to another climax for his eager subscribers.

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“That’s not new information,” Antoine replies, watching her cautiously with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Or something, yeah.” Antoine replies, trying to keep a straight face. “Yes, I have a twitch account.” He replies seriously when she raises her eyebrow.

“Many subscribers?”

“A few.” He wasn’t lying, he just had considerably more subscribers on a different type of platform.

“You think you can take me on?” He asks after clearing his throat with a small cough.

A notification appears on his phone screen which is in front of her on the desk.

“They don’t.” He admits and holds his own, waiting for her to mock or judge or say something negative.

“Do you have a lot of followers?”

He nods as fear and excitement rushes through him. It’s out there, his secret is out and she’s not recoiling in horror. “Yeah.”

“Do you actually game?” She asks and he laughs.

“Yeah, yeah I do. The lights and microphone and camera are all for both. It’s not just for...that side of things.”

“So I’m not going to walk in and you be doing your thing?”

“I can’t guarantee that but it won’t always be that that you walk in on.”

Using the foot that anchors her to the floor, she sways in the chair as she observes him. “Who else knows?”

“Just you and my ex. I don’t want anyone else knowing.”

“Would they not see your face?”

“I don’t show it. Tattoos get covered with makeup. No distinguishing features on show.”

“Would you have continued if you knew it was me?”

He can’t stop the words from coming out and when she replies, “I’d have cum to each of the videos and pictures,” it takes all the strength he has to hold himself in place.

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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Three.

warnings: strong language, unprotected sex (be careful tho, use protection), foreplay (fingers and oral for her), voyerism I guess? words: 2637. My bad. requested?: yes named?: Antoine Griezmann

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Groaning, she turns over, pulling her pillow with her as she tries to clamp it as close over her ears as she possibly can, cussing the day she ever bought this place. No wonder they were so picky about when she could come to view. Of course it had to be when he wasn’t in because it would never have sold otherwise.

With his loud music, singing in silly voices at all hours, stomping about and the sound of the fire alarm wailing each time he cooked, he was making the first year of what should have been a proud time with her finally owning her first home a frustrating one. He’d answered the door in damp clothes the first time she’d complained.

He’d clearly rushed to answer the door after being in the shower, wet spots soaked through his shirt which hadn’t been pulled down properly, lifted high on his stomach at one side, revealing the slim waist, athletic without being muscular but the outline of his V and the thin trail of darker hair was visible which ran down from his belly button into his dampened knee length shorts. His dark blonde hair was dripping, slicked back except for the few strands which fell around his face, over his intense blue eyes, in his haste to answer her knocking.

“Can I help?” He’d asked confused as he’d looked over her.

“I’m glad you asked,” she’d replied, one song away from tapping her foot on the floor and folding her arms over her chest as she’d tried her best to stare him down in anger rather than lust. “Turn it down please.”

“Oooh, she says please.” He grinned, flashing perfect white teeth, exposing a dimple too in the process. The light caught the small stud at his nostril as he’d done so and her pussy had tightened. “For a moment there, I thought you were going to bust my balls with the way you were banging on the door. Must have been someone else.” His bottom lip had caught between his teeth and she hated herself for coming over, wishing that she’d just stuck a note in with his post.

The two of them continued to taunt one another over the weeks and months that followed, though she soon grew used to his sense of humour and personality. She found his music would change with his mood, something which drastically changed one night when she brought home her now ex-boyfriend. Sitting out on each of their balconies, Antoine had provided the music and she’d shared a beer with him as the sun had sank low in the sky. His mood was happy, a grin spread over his face for most of their conversation and their bellies had hurt from the laughter. It had been a different side to him to see, until her ex came. Antoine’s eyes had raked over him, his expression changing into a cool, unimpressed one and the two of them were soon met with a louder, more aggressive playlist as their headboard proceeded to hit the wall.

“Where’s loverboy?” He’d called over one morning as she’d tried to eat her breakfast in peace and drink her morning coffee on the balcony.

She’d rolled her eyes, drained her mug and collected her thoughts before turning to look at him. “You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?”

“I would. Out of curiosity for my sleep that’s all. It’s been a pleasure being able to get a full nights sleep finally. Can’t blame a man for wanting to know how long it’ll last.”

“We split up.” She confirmed, setting the mug aside to watch his reaction. It surprised her to see his happiness falter and concern to flicker over his face before he pulled himself together once more.

“Jokes aside, I am sorry to hear that.”

“Are you?”

“Of course. I like you. I’d hate to think you were unhappy. And unseen to.” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching as he headed back inside. Though he said nothing else, the words had travelled straight to her core and images flooded her mind. Other than smart quips and sarcastic comments, she had begun to wonder what else that mouth of his could do.

As much as she wanted him to continue that train of thought at a later point, he’d said nothing else like it; but the way he looked at her, she felt all the unspoken words. It was mostly simple looks, but he would look a little longer than he could or maybe should. He hadn’t looked over her in a way that she hadn’t wanted him to. Part of her wants him to look at her with that kind of need, that kind of desire. She wants to hear those words come out of his mouth and roll off his tongue in a way that she longs to feel between her thighs. Each new time she sees him, he looks at her as though he knows what she’s thinking and it seems as though he gets a little closer, yet not close enough. Not just yet.

So when tonight, his music vibrates through the walls, the music pumping with such power that she wishes the headboard with the two of them on the rest of it matches the same sort of tempo, she pulls the duvet back and pushes herself out of the bed. Her skin goosebumps as the cool air hits her naked arms and legs. The small bed shorts and vest top she wears does very little to give her the same sort of warmth that her bed.

She leaves her home, the keys to her place dangles from two of her fingers as the opposite hand reaches up to knock on the door. Part of her feels as though it’s pointless, there’s no way he’ll be able to hear her fist against his front door but moments later it opens. The music has been turned down and he leans against the doorframe, those stunning blue eyes of his igniting something within her.

“Finally got you to come,” he says as he grins.

“I wouldn’t quite go that for.”

“If you step foot in my house you will.”

“You sound certain.”

“It’s a promise. I’ve thought long and hard about that and I’ve gotta say, I’m dying to know how you taste. If you do come in, you’re not leaving until I’m dripping out of you.”

She can feel her nipples hardening at his words, her panties dampen at the thought of it. Her eyes focus on his lips. Concentrating on the perfect cupid’s bow of his top, the soft bitable bottom before moving to the nose piercing which he’s changed from the small stud to a silver ring. His hair seems longer than the last time she saw it, curling just below his ears. His jaw and cheeks host at least week-old stubble, the type she can already feel against her skin, scratching and burning over her from a single glance.

She knows she probably shouldn’t but she finds herself stepping towards him anyway. His hand snakes around her waist, his hand splaying over the bottom of her back to pull him towards her as he closes the door with his other hand. Once the door slams shut, the hand used to close it cups the side of her neck, his thumb pushing her face up to look at him as he looks down at her. “You sure you want this?” He double checks and she nods, dropping her house keys to the floor.

“Yes.”

His face lowers to hers, nose brushing over hers, his lips pressing lightly until he feels hers curve into a small smile and then he applies pressure, pulling her closer to his body as he kisses her harder. He kisses her slowly but passionately, his tongue mixing with hers, their lips moving in sync with one another. When his head turns this way, hers turns that way. Backing her against wall, he keeps his hand at her throat, his thumb stroking over the soft skin and just knowing that he could squeeze gently yet in a controlled manner has her body reacting, more so when the hand that was at her back moves under her shirt, over her stomach, up her torso and to her nipples.

The whine that leaves her mouth and fills his is one of need and of relief at finally being touched by him. His kisses are just as she’d hoped, giving her what she needs but making her want more. Her hands fill with the fabric of his shirt, her body moving against his in a slow rhythm while his fingers still work her nipples into hard peaks.

Breaking the kiss his hands leave her body, only returning to push her top up her chest as he lowers to his knees and sucks one nipple into his mouth. Once his lips are wrapped around her, his tongue flicking over the bud, she feels her shorts and underwear being pulled down her thighs until she has to step out of them. The cool air of his apartment mixes with her wetness, and though a shiver ripples through her, it’s not unpleasant. Antoine smooths his hands up her thighs until they reach the tops, applying just enough pressure to silently tell her to open them further.

Pressing her butt against the wall to steady herself, she does as he wishes, feeling the way two fingers stroke down over her clit and pushes through her folds, going further down until they reach her opening. One long finger enters her effortlessly, his hand turning so his palm faces upwards, allowing him to be able circle his finger within her, pushing against her sensitive walls with every thrust of it until she feels a second finger insert, stretching her open a little more.

“So wet for me,” he mumbles, the vibrations from his tongue causing waves of pleasure throughout her. She knows he’s felt the way her core pulsed at his words because a grin spreads over his lips. “I think you want my mouth on you.”

“Please.” She mewls. “I need it.”

Hot, wet kisses trail down her belly, continuing down until his tongue swipes over the top of her clit, forcing a hiss to escape her mouth and a shaky breath to be exhaled. The tip of his tongue circles over the sensitive bead in quick succession until her legs begin to tremble before stopping, pressing the flat of his tongue against her and covering it with his mouth, sucking her clit in and lapping at it with such precision and speed that her hand instinctively goes to his hair and gently but firmly grips it. The pace he sets with his mouth matches the one with his fingers which continue to thrust and curl within her, brushing against her g-spot.

Grinding her hips against him, the heat which builds in her belly reaches its boiling point. Her muscles tighten, her stomach tenses, her thighs tremble and her mouth opens though nothing more than her heavy breathing comes out. Her vision is beginning to lose it’s focus as he sucks harder against her clit, his fingers now remain within her, moving in a beckoning motion as her orgasm hits her, spurting over his fingers, pooling in the palm of his hand before dripping down his wrist onto the floor.

Antoine places small kisses over her, scattering them over her inner thigh as he pulls his fingers from her and sucks them between his lips to clean them off as his forearm covers her belly, holding her against the wall as her legs weaken. Getting to his feet, he doesn’t give her a moment to recoup before scooping her into his arms and carries her throughout the hallways until he nudges open his bedroom door with his foot and places her onto the bed.

She pulls her vest from her body, dropping it onto the flooring beside the bed, leaving her completely naked before him. His hands reach behind him, pulling his shirt over his head by the collar. His hard cock tenting his shorts which are next to be removed until he’s naked and climbing onto the bed.

“Still want it?” He asks as his hand strokes his length, drawing pre-cum to the slit.

“Quit playing and just fuck me.” She all but growls at him. Smirking, he rests a hand beside her ribs and positions himself between her thighs, loving the way she eagerly locks her legs around his waist as the head of his cock traces her slit and teases at her soaked entrance. “Please Anto-” she can’t finish his name, her eyes roll into the back of her head as his hips push forward, his cock sinks within her until she’s taken every inch of him.

He gives her a moment or two to get used to his size, feeling the way her core clamps around him and pulses as she adjusts, before pulling almost fully out and back in again. He drops his head, rests it against her shoulder as he begins to thrust, his eyes barely open as he watches his cock sink into her wetness repeatedly, hearing the soaked noises of her taking him, the slapping sounds of their bodies coming together.

Her moans sound even better on this side of the wall, reaching his ears for him only as he’d fantasized on more than one occasion, his thickness held firmly in his hand as he’d stroked himself to an orgasm while listening to her reaching her own orgasms knowing she was alone, or picturing it was him fucking her when her ex was there or with his head between her thighs, lapping at her cunt until she called Antoine’s name in her moment of euphoria. The fact that he’d managed to stun her into silence earlier as she’d squirted all over his hand had been better than any fantasy he’d had.

His pace is unrelenting but it doesn’t stop her from encouraging him to go faster, harder as she tenses her pussy around him, making it so he’s unable to hold back his own moans as he bottoms out, driving himself into her deeper and harder with each thrust until he’s balls deep within her with every thrust. Her fingers brush over her already swollen clit and begins to rub circles against the bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long, moments or seconds, she’s not sure anymore as she reaches her second orgasm, feeling it gush around his cock and soaking the bedding beneath her.

His words come out in a flurry as his hips snap to hers in rapid succession until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling everything he has within her as he hisses fuck over and over again, collapsing against her chest as his cock throbs within her. Only when he trusts his arms to hold his weight once more, feeling as though his muscles are turning to jelly, he presses kisses up her neck, along her jaw and finally her lips once more.

“The next time you want to fuck me, just ask. No more music games.” She grins at him.

“You’ll be here a lot more often if that’s the case.”

“If you keep making me come like that, it won’t be an issue.” She turns her head to face the clock, noticing the 01:17am. “I have work in a few hours, I need to sleep.”

“If you stay here, I can’t promise that I won’t be waking you up for more before you go.”

“Threatening me with a good time,” she smirks. “You’re sleeping in the wet patch.” She says, making him laugh out loud.

“That’s a fair deal.” He replies, pressing another kiss to her lips.

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