Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

65 Marcel Barthel

I hummed a random song to myself while more or less attentively reading an article in my magazine. My legs dangled loosely on Marcel's lap. He stroked them lazily while looking at something on his phone.

Again and again I felt his glances, but whenever I looked over to him, he had already lowered his gaze again. A small content smile played around his lips. Whenever I saw that particular smile, it made me very happy and I couldn't help but smile too.

I had just turned my gaze back to the magazine in my hands when I felt his gaze again. I quickly looked at him and this time he wasn't fast enough.

"You should really stop doing that." I said to Marcel, still smiling.

"Why? Am I not allowed to look at my girlfriend?" he wanted to know.

"Of course you are. But I can't concentrate if you keep doing that." I said.

"Oh is that so? I'm a distraction?" he smirked and turned so he could look at me more easily.

"Mmmh-hmm..." I responded, lifting the magazine so that it covered my face and flushed cheeks.

"Hey, don't hide from me, baby." he replied and then snatched the magazine out of my hands. He just flung it across the room.

"Why did you do that? I was reading that." I said with mock anger in my voice.

"Well, you're not anymore. I have something else on my mind to keep you busy." said Marcel, leaning closer to me.

I thought he wanted to give me a kiss, but I was wrong. Because suddenly he began to tickle me. Although he knew exactly how ticklish I was. Immediately I began to squeak like crazy and wriggled like a snake to escape his hands. But it was no use. He was lying partly on top of me now and was also much stronger than I was. So there was no escape for me from this situation.

I had no choice but to try to hold his hands and push them off me.

"Ahhh... oh my god... stop... please!" I pleaded already out of breath.

"Baby , I'm just getting started!" he remarked with a big grin on his face.

I did not even get to ask him what he meant. Marcel had already put his head under my t-shirt and began to cover my belly with feather-light kisses. Again, I could not help but laugh out loud, because that also tickled like crazy.

Before I could do anything against Marcel's action, the door opened and Alexander came in.

"Hey guys. What are you doing?" he asked without responding to the picture that presented itself.

Marcel quickly pulled his head out from under my shirt and looked at Alexander in disbelief. I, on the other hand, covered my now bright red face with my hands. Carefully I peeked between my fingers to see Marcel's reaction. God, that was embarrassing. But Alexander didn't seem to notice.

"Dude, you're interrupting something!" Marcel exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Now Alexander's gaze wandered back and forth between us. Slowly he seemed to realize what he had just walked in on.

"Könntest du uns bitte ein wenig Privatsphäre geben?" Marcel asked him in German.

"Na klar. Kein Problem. Entschuldigt bitte die Störung." Alexander replied and left.

Not understanding a word of what they were saying, I looked at Marcel and waited for an explanation.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I asked him to give us some privacy. He said it was no problem and apologized for disturbing us." he explained to me.

"Oh okay." I replied.

"All right, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" asked Marcel with a smug smile.

Again I had no time to react. His head was already back under my shirt and he continued where he had left off.

He left me no time to think about what had just happened. Instead, he steered my thoughts in a completely different direction.

Published April 6, 2021