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Who will be the first to say goodbye - Antoine Griezmann

It's eight' o clock in the morning and you're switching the kettle on after a horrible night's sleep, yet again. It's the transfer window keeping you up. Reports from all over the world say Antoine Griezmann's to Liverpool is a done deal. You know there's no truth in it because you would have heard from Antoine by now, he wouldn't not tell you. You've both been best friends since little school and even though neither of you have said anything you both have feeling for each other.

You sit down in living room and switch sky sports news on, to see if they have anything to say. Breaking news Antoine Griezmann to Liverpool a done deal, after a passed medical, we can be the first to confirm the reports are true. *Video link with Antoine and Klopp shaking hands* On a five year contract. You switch off the TV as the tears start to spill down your face. Maybe he hasn't told you yet because he's still in Liverpool?

You stare at your phone, your finger pressed over the call button on Antoine's name. You press it and your heart hammers, you really hope he's still in Liverpool. "Hey Y/N, I see you've heard the news?" He sounds really cheerful and that pisses you off just a little bit. "Where are you?" Antoine clears his throat. "I'm at home why? I signed the contract two days ago." Now you're really angry. "I'm coming over." You hang up without saying goodbye, you can't wait to give him a piece of your mind.

The drive over is quick, you're still in your Pyjamas, and slippers doing everything on auto pilot. You ignore all the press surrounding his house, some of them ask why you're wearing pyjamas, you don't care you just want to see him. Thank god the door is unlocked. You step inside.

"Why are you wearing pyjamas?" Antoine asks and that the thing that really hurts is the fact he doesn't seem to know he's done anything wrong. "I think that's the least of your problems right now. Why did you tell me?" You try to hold back from crying but a stray tear runs down your cheek. "Don't cry, you can visit me anytime." More tears spill down your cheeks. "Why didn't you tell me?" You repeat, shouting at him now. "Why are you shouting at me?" Antoine raising his own voice now. "I didn't think I needed to, you're always on twitter you were always going to find out anyway." Your tears turn into massive sobs. "I mean that little to you?" You run into his kitchen and let yourself cry. How could you have had feelings for someone who clearly doesn't give a shit about you.

"Y/N." Antoine asks, following you into the kitchen. "Fuck off." you cry bitterly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He walks up and puts his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, you hate him right now but can't pull away from him. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you, I know it sounds stupid but I love you Y/N and I thought if I didn't tell you, I could just go off to England and it wouldn't break my heart." You pull away slightly, still in his arms but so you can look into his eyes. "What about me and my heart?" Antoine squeezes your shoulders. "You love me, but you're not in love with me. What does it matter." You pull apart and take him by the hand. "I'm in love with you Antoine, I always have been." Antoine swallows. "I'm so sorry, I just thought why would you be in love with me?"

"Take me to bed." You say softly, surprising even yourself. This might be the last time and you don't want to miss out. Antoine must agree because he lets you lead him to the bedroom. The both of you springing apart to take your clothes, you kick off your pyjamas into a pile on the floor. You're the first to finish so you lay on the bed with your legs spread apart. "Are you sure you want this?" Antoine asks settling down in between your legs. "More than anything, our first time could well be our last." Antoine kisses his way up your thighs and presses a little kiss to your pussy as he slips a finger inside of you, soon adding a second one. "Please." Is all you say, not waiting to drag out the foreplay. Antoine must read your mind because he's pulling away and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Antoine presses his lips against yours just a soft kiss, full of love as he slowly sinks inside of you. You moan softly into his mouth as he fills you up. It's so full of love you want to cry, you really wish this wasn't going to be the end, you could have both spent the rest of your lift together.

He starts to move, pretty much straight away thrusting slowly but deeply, dragging his cock over all of your sensitive area's you moan with every thrust inside of you. He feels perfect like it's meant to be. "I want to come." You tell him softly. "Do you want me to help?" He asks as he covers your clit with the pad of his thumb. You can only nod. Antoine speeds up a little bit, you grip your hands into the bed sheets as he furiously rubs your clit in time with his thrusts, you can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. "Antoine." you cry out as you spill your juices onto his cock.

"That was so hot." his voice is rough, clearly close to orgasm, he speeds up a little more chasing his own orgasm. "Y/N." He growls as he spills inside of you, his hands clenching tightly onto your hips. He pulls out almost instantly and the feeling of rejection starts creeping into your mind once again.

Antoine has his back turned to you, you watch as it rises and falls with his breathing. The two of you stay apart for ten minutes but it feels like forever. He takes you into his arms. "How about you come to England with me? As my Girlfriend. We've known each other all our lives it's not like we need any more time to get to know each other.

You look deep into his eyes and smile. "I would love nothing more."