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♡ olivier giroud ♡

[by sexualfootballblog // tumblr]

Y/N leans back in her seat, feeling purely blissful. This is her first holiday with boyfriend Olivier, his talented hands running through her long red hair, enjoying that there's only Y/N, Olivier and three more people in first class.

"Are you looking forward to having sex on the beach?" Olivier asks with a wink, although you know he's joking, you can see a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, which makes Y/N blush.

"Sounds like fun." Y/N stands up, and stretches. "But right now, I need to stretch my legs." Olivier just raises an eyebrow, because Y/N hands him a note with a few scribbled words on.

Y/N hurries off to the bathroom, before Olivier can read the note. She makes her way into the tight toilet cubicle, although it's much bigger than the ones in economy. Y/N leaves the door unlocked, and smirks waiting for Olivier to get the hint.

It takes a while for Olivier to arrive, at one point Y/Nis sure, he isn't going to come, but soon the toilet door opens, and Olivier shimmy's inside, with an almost evil smirk on his face. "You are such a naughty girl." He practically growls at her. "Leaving me a note, saying meet me in the bathroom, and of course that can only mean one thing."

Olivier growls and bounds forward, missing Y/N's lips, and aiming for her neck instead, pushing her long red hair, behind her shoulder and sucking a bright red hicky onto her elegant neck. Laura hisses, as his sharp stubble scratches at her skin.

Y/N takes the chance to push her hands down Olivier's tight jeans, unbuckling the belt, and letting the denim fall onto the floor, with one swift move. Olivier's pants don't do much to hide his throbbing manhood, the aching tip peaks out at the top of his boxer shorts. Y/N decides to tease him for a while, instead of digging her hand into his boxers, she strokes him through the fabric instead, drawing a frustrated whine from Olivier.

"You tease." Olivier growls, pulling away from her neck, and pushing up Y/N's skirt, he doesn't tease though, and instantly pushes your small thong to one side. He pushes one finger inside of the wet heat, and starts pumping furiously, very aware of the limited time.

"We don't have much time." Olivier quickly pecks Y/N on the lips, and bends her over the small sink, running his hand down the globe of her ass, before giving it a small slap. "Try not to be too loud babe, eh." He giggles, but Y/N only rolls her eyes, wanting him to hurry.

Y/N is wet, and aching for Olivier, and he seems to be taking forever, to let the fabric of his boxers, fall down his strong legs, his hard cock springing free, and slapping against his stomach, pre cum smearing against his skin. Olivier takes his cock into his hand, and jerks himself off a couple of times, and after what seems like a life time, he steps forward.

"Just fuck me already." Y/N whines, throwing her head back, in both lust and frustration. "I want to feel you inside of me, before I tie." Olivier chuckles, presses a soft kiss against her ear, and slams inside of the dripping entrance with one swift move.

The room is small and tight, but Olivier still manages to get a proper rhythm going, thrusting into her wildly. Olivier reaches his hand around and strokes her clit, to the same pace as his thrusts, and with the mixture of the fear of being caught, it's enough to send her over the edge.

Y/N digs her fingers into the edge of the sink as she comes, screaming out Olivier's name, as she spills her juices over his talented fingers, and around Olivier's aching cock.

"You are so beautiful." Olivier groans, and thrusts into her as hard as he can muster in the small room, fingers dug so hard into her hips, that there's sure to be bruises the next day. Olivier thrusts a few more times, and he eventually follows suit, spilling his milky white seed into her willing body.

Y/N feels Olivier throb inside of her, one last time, and he's soon pulling out from the warmth of her body. The two of them break apart, and straighten up their clothing, ready to get back to the flight.

Olivier kisses her tenderly on the lips, the kiss is quick and doesn't last very long, his fingers caressing her cheek as he speaks. "I'll go back to the seat first, and see you there. I love you." Olivier says and opens the door and makes his way back to the plane seat.

Y/N smiles and shakes her head, it's sure going to be a fun holiday.