Soccer Imagines

Mesut Özil

I sat on the side line with the other WAGS and watched as Germany played Argentina. We held our breaths as Mario got the ball and .... GOAL! Ann-Kathrin jumped up and hugged their kids. The team tackled Mario and hugged him. The final whistle blew and all the boys ran over to us. All of them except mine. Mesut Özil. I walked over to him lying on the ground and knelt next to him.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled not looking at me.

"Aren't you excited that you won the World Cup?" I asked. He finally looked at me and he turned on his side.

"Y/N I'm excited. I'm just tired and my legs hurt." He replied. I grabbed his hands and helped pull him up.

"Well then I guess I will take my lips somewhere else and give Boateng a victory kiss." I teased starting to walk away. Not before two strong arms pulled me back and pulled me up to level with him.

"Those lips are mine." He said crashing his lips on mine. I pulled away and kissed his nose. Mesut put me down and we both walked over to the group to get their medals.

- at your guys house-

I walked to our bed and waited for Mesut to come back from his shower. He came back with a towel hanging loosely around his waist. Like really loose.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"Uh huh." I said. He crawled next to me and laid his head on my stomach.

"You did really good today babe. Congratulations." I said as he pecked my lips.

"Couldnt have done it without you my lucky charm."

I smiled as he laid on his back and I crawled on top.

"I think you deserve another victory."
I think you can imagine what happened next ;)
Message me if you want a imagine. I need more people than just Y/N...she gets everyone lol. (ik wat y/n means)