♡ dirty football imagines ♡

♡ roman bürki ♡

[by sexualfootballblog // tumblr] 

"I can't fucking believe the game." Roman growled, all most slamming his head against the plaster of the hotel room. "That was an awful game, and not only that but the loss was my fault." Roman banged his head against the wall for a second time.

"Babe, calm down." You wrap an arm around Roman's shoulders, but he doesn't relax, he doesn't push you away either. "It wasn't all your fault, just a bad day that's all."

"But I can't afford to have a bad day." Roman snaps. "I still have a lot to prove to people, the fans will think i'm not good enough to play for Dortmund." Roman looks like he wants to cry. You know how he's feeling, instead of comforting him, you pull him closer.

"Maybe you need to find out a way, to take out your frustration." You take Roman's large hand, and place it over the swell of your breast. "I think I know how."

Roman slowly lifts his head, his dark eyes lock on your own, he doesn't say anything for a few moments, he does however, squeeze your breast, enjoying its soft feel under your finger tips. "I think I know too."

You gasp as Roman slams your mouths together, so hard that your teeth smack together. Roman is a dominant kisser, his tongue thrusts down to the back of your throat, as he backs you up into the double bed, only stopping once the backs of your thighs hit the mattress.

"Strip." Roman orders, his hungry eyes fall on your body, as you follow his order, you pull your silky night dress up over your head, letting your breasts his the cool air. Roman moans, as you turn your attention to your panties, and slowly start to lower them.

"Fuck, you have such a beautiful body." Roman whispers into your ear, before spinning your body around, bending you over the edge of the bed. You rest your head on your shoulder, and watch as Roman takes off his own clothing. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head, and drops it onto the small pile on the floor, his jeans and boxers following in one swift move.

Roman nudges the head of his cock against your dripping entrance and slams inside of you, with such a force that he earns a grunt from you, taking his frustration of the match out on your body, just like you wanted him to.

His large goal keeper hands, slide down your body and grip tightly onto your hipbones, as he pounds into you with a rough, hard force. Roman feels heavenly inside of you, as you clench down around him, to give yourself more pleasure.

"Fuck, you feels tight around my cock, so perfect." He growls against your ear, bringing his hand down onto your exposed ass, leaving a handprint behind in his wake.

Roman slams, harder and deeper into you with every move, urging on your orgasm with every deep thrust, you can already feel the tell tale signs building up in the pit of your stomach, all you want now is for Roman to touch. "Please, I need to come."

"Do you deserve to come?" He places another hard slap onto your ass, but he does move his fingers towards your clit, and starts to rub the sensitive nub in circular motions in time with his thrusts.

You throw your head back and moan, your orgasm draws nearer and nearer, and soon you are coming, crying out his name as you lose it, squirting your juices around his pulsating cock with satisfied groan.

You all most lose your balance during orgasm, causing Roman to grip your hips tighter, slamming into you with all his might as he searches for his own orgasm, he's far behind you, all it takes for him to come, is you clenching down around him and falls over the edge, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his milky white seed.

Roman places a hard kiss onto your temple, before pulling out of you, and laying down on the double, you follow, and lay down beside him. "Do you feel better now?" You say eventually.

Roman nods. "Yes, because I have the best girl friend in the world."