football imagines

You are beautiful - Manuel Neuer

 Manuel was watching you undressing in the middle of the room, leaning against the door frame. You could feel yourself blushing as you took off your shirt leaving you standing in underwear in front of his hungry eyes.

Manuel and you were together for a moment now but you could not help yourself and blush every time he looked at you like that. You knew what would certainly happen next and were already excited by the idea of it.

When you were about to take off your bra too, to put your pyjama on, you felt two strong arms sneaking around you preventing to take the underwear off, hugging you from behind, while Manuel nudged his face in your neck.

"You're so beautiful YN," he mumbled, dropping kissing on your tender skin, "so, so, so beautiful..."

"So are you," you said back, blushing even more to his words, making you uncomfortable. You did not like to be complimented, not that you were absolutely ugly, but you were not absolutely stunning either in your opinion.

"No, you don't understand," he said firmly before leading you in front of the big mirror of your shared bedroom. "You are beautiful," he repeated again, while looking right into your eyes through the mirror. "You're beautiful, and you don't even see it, YN..."

You looked away from his sharp-eyes; feeling yourself become even redder than before if that was possible. The fact that you were almost naked, only wearing your underwear, was making you even more blush as you could see his hungry eyes mentally undressing you. On one hand all this made you uncomfortably blush, not knowing where to hide, but on the other one, you loved to see and feel how much the man you loved loving you like that, you loved to hear him saying that you are beautiful to him even if you did not though the same way.

Without knowing it you had closed your eyes and turned your head aside, leaving him as much place he would wants to kiss and bit lightly on your neck, drawing little moans to escape your open lips. You felt his hands on your hips, on your sides, slowly caressing your skin, and as slowly moving his hands toward your stomach, drawing goose bumps on his way.

Tenderly, his hands finally finished their way on your breast, squeezing them lightly, one of his hands sneaking in your back, and before you acknowledged it, your bra was sent away at the other side of the room.

You could feel his breath on your skin, near your ear, murmuring to you, "God, look at you, YN, look at the beauty you are," he half moaned against you. You could clearly feel him against your lower back, and it was the proof of his attraction toward you. "Look at what you're doing to me, you're so beautiful, YN, so, so, so beautiful," he added, grinding against you, dropping a few more kisses on your neck, while his hands were doing an amazing work at massaging and pinching your tender breast and nipples.

He was driving you crazy, and when one of his hands downed toward your intimate parts, caressing you through the fabric of you panties, wetting it, you nearly cried of surprised and ecstasy. He rubbed against it for a moment, making your arch your back of longing. He finally took pity on you and slipped his hand in your garment, and you nearly jumped when you felt it rubbing against your sensitive clit, a loud and deep whine of pleasure escaping from your mouth.

One of his thick and long goalkeepers' fingers finally entered you, caressing your inner walls, while his seconds hands was still pinching on your nipples, and your back arched even more if that was possible, as you let out a high pitched moan.

"Open your eyes and see. Look at you falling apart, look at you in your most beautiful, come on, open your eyes and see," he nearly ordered and you could not but do as he told. You gasped loudly when you see the picture reflected by the mirror in front of you, less than one meter away from you. he was behind you, dominating your from hi height, his face in your neck, biting your skin there but somehow his eyes were looking right into yours, while his hands were taking a good care of you, one on your tender breast the other hid in your ladies pants, his hand clearly moving under the fabric drawing a quick but somehow tender pace with his finger in you, while his thumb was furiously rubbing your sensitive knot of nerves, making you see stars.

It was magnificent.

"See, see how beautiful you are, YN, a true beauty, a goddess scent to earth just for me," he said sucking at hickeys on your neck, making whines of pleasure. It was overwhelming.

"Please, Manuel, please," you begged not able to say more, your orgasm clearly building.

"Please what? Explain me," he responded a smirk on the lips.

"Please, please fuck me, please, Manu!" you screamed as he added one finger in you, pounding in you at an unthinkable speed, closing your eyes.

"Open your eyes," he first ordered and you did it immediately, the view still overwhelming, "I will, I will take you, but for the moment I want you to see how beautiful you are, I want you to see it," he finally respond while you started to let out a litany of "Manuel", accompanied by numerous moans, whine and gasp.

God, he was killing you. It was way too overwhelming, he stimulated your from every possible way possible, and you knew you were not going to last long anymore. You eventually came hard on his fingers, squeezing and tightening on them, while your warm juice squirted on his hands, wetting it and your panties completely. It was so overwhelming and you did not even know how you had managed to kept standing up, it certainly was thanks to Manuel. You eyes were wide open and you had watched the whole scene, had saw yourself fall apart under the hands of you loved one, while he was murmuring how beautiful you were against your ear, driving you even more crazy.

It was magnificent.

It was beautiful.

You were beautiful.

You are beautiful.