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Used to be the one I love - Julian Draxler (smut)

Spending all your time with your new friends And you take 'em all the places now that we been But you used to be the one I love Yeah, you used to be the one I love Say you wanna talk, how-have-you-beens I'm the only one you know that'll listen And you used to be the one I love.

It had been a few years since she had dated June; she wasn’t sure how many it had been now, she usually couldn’t bear to think about anything to do with him, or their time together. They hadn’t spoken to each other since that rainy July evening, the evening she had told him that he needed to follow his dreams all the way to Paris, and that she couldn’t go with him. It had broken her heart to do it, but loving someone is selfless; and there is nothing more selfless than letting the one that you love go so that they can pursue their dreams. How can you hold back someone like Jule? How could anyone bear to make him miserable? To drain all of that sunshine from him. He radiated it. He hadn’t taken it well. He’d cried, pleaded with her, promised that he would ask his agent to speak to London clubs so that he could be with her while she was at University. She told him that he wouldn’t get another opportunity like PSG, the giants of Ligue 1. He would have been a fool to turn them down for the Premier League at that time. But now…well… he was on the outskirts of the PSG squad and his talent wasn’t being utilised to its full potential. It was April, and the global coronavirus pandemic was in full swing. She was working from home, her eyes moving over the excel spreadsheet open on her laptop, when her phone buzzed.

Julian: How have you been? I know we haven’t spoken in so long x

She furrowed her brow, lifting her iPhone to read the message. Her mouth gaped open in disbelief that after all the time that had passed that he was actually texting her.

Not taking the pandemic that well. Working from home is hard.

She wondered what he wanted. Surely he wasn’t just texting for a catch up? She knew that he had a girlfriend now and wondered what she would think if she knew Julian was texting an ex. Julian: I don’t want to disturb you while you’re at work but can I call? xx

He had gone from one kiss at the end of the message, which she had not reciprocated in her response, to now sending two kisses like he used to when they were together.

I’m just doing some boring accounts stuff but I’m due a break, give me five minutes? x

She might have been overthinking it but she thought that one kiss was sufficiently friendly without crossing a line. She was going to use the next five minutes wisely, even if he couldn’t see her though the phone she wanted to look good to feel good and fill in the space where her confidence used to be. Julian turned her to jelly, always had done and probably always would. Her legs felt like jelly as she stood from her desk and brushed the remnants of the rich tea biscuit she had been nibbling on off of her pencil skirt. She tightened her ponytail and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, hoping that it would help her to catch her breath when she heard his voice. She quickly downed the dregs of her cup of tea and darted to the bathroom to brush her teeth and reapply her mascara. She had done one eye when her phone rang. ‘Damnit Jule’ she cursed. Here goes she thought, tapping the screen to accept the call. She took in a deep breath, swiping the mascara wand to coat the lashes that she hadn’t managed to finish before his call. ‘Hi’ he said, sounding nervous. ‘What do I owe this pleasure to?’ she joked, feeling nervous and unsure of how she should be speaking to him. Was she flirting? Did he want her to? ‘It’s so hard not to call you my b-‘ ‘Don’t’ she cut him off. ‘I’m sorry’ he gulped and there was a long pause before he continued the conversation. ‘So I’m in London. I’ve had an offer from Tottenham and I’m seriously considering it. I wanted to get your opinion.’ She was too in shock to answer him for a moment, thoughts tumbling around her head, all in a muddle. Jule here, Jule in London, possibly even only a few miles away. Had this happened all those years ago they could have… ‘Will your girlfriend want to leave Paris?’ she asked. She knew that she was prying and she knew that she sounded every inch the jealous ex but she was desperate to know the answer. Had he told her? A part of her hoped that his girlfriend had gotten upset about it, that they’d had a fight and broken up, but that was probably too much to hope for. History doesn’t often repeat itself like that. She had been in that position the last time he had moved clubs and she had been the idiot that had let him go. She could have applied to study in Paris even though it had been her dream to travel to and study in London for as long as she could remember. ‘She doesn’t want me to leave Paris. She has a great apartment here in a really good part of the city, she has her dancing career…’ He trailed off and she just knew he was doing that lip biting thing that he does. ‘I’ll advise you the same way that I did the last time you were going to move teams. You have to follow your dreams. What is your head telling you to do?’ She could tell that he was anxiously and she wanted to speak soothingly to him to try to calm him down. ‘When I think about London I just think about the life that I could have had’ he mumbled. ‘What do you mean?’ she was pacing the room now while they talked, unable to stay still as anxiety fuelled her. ‘I can’t stop thinking about what we could have had. I could have signed for a London club back then, you could have studied and we could have come home to each other every night. I’d probably have proposed to you by now’ his voice was so quiet that she barely caught the last part of his sentence. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt tears prickling in the corner of her eyes. ‘Jule…’ ‘You used to be the one I loved.’ He said, his voicing rising back to it’s usual level. He sounded really upset now, and very conflicted about more than just his transfer situation. ‘and now?’ she asked, trying to hold back the tears. She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to hear that he didn’t feel that way any more even though she knew that was only logical, it had been years and even though she had never been able to move on, he clearly had. ‘Now I have a girlfriend who only wants to move in with me if its in her part of the city, if its on her terms. Who doesn’t tell me that she loves me, who doesn’t kiss me unless I kiss her first, who only like sex with the lights on in the missionary position. Do I need to go on?’ he sighed. ‘Some of those details were unnecessary for an ex girlfriend’s ears’ she bit her lip, walking out of the bathroom into her bedroom and laying down on her bed. ‘I guess what I’m looking to find out is if we could have a chance?’ he asked, sounding hopeful. ‘Unless there’s someone new in your life? I guess I should have asked before I laid my heart out on the line’. ‘Maybe we are better off talking about this in person.’ She suggested, thinking that meeting up in a public place would make her less tempted to do something with him that either of them might later regret. ‘If that’s what you need.’ he agreed. ‘We could go out for a meal and talk, but you might need to make a suggestion. I’ve only been here for a few hours.’ ‘How long are you here for?’ she asked. ‘Initially just the weekend to meet with Daniel Levy and my agent.’ ‘I’ll text you.’ she said, cutting the call off abruptly so that she could let out a short cry, filled with all the emotions she had been bottling throughout the phone call. If there was anything still there between them, she was certainly going to find out later that evening.

* ‘Hey heartbreaker’ Julian joked, greeting the girl he had left behind in that very city a few years ago. ‘Shit’ she said, looking through the window of the restaurant she had suggested that was definitely not open. ‘Did you forget the global pandemic?’ ‘You’re the one who suggested dinner’ she responded, rolling her eyes at him. It drove Julian crazy when she did that. ‘So we can just go back to yours and we can cook something.’ he suggested, playfully nudging her arm. ‘Unless you do actually have a secret boyfriend that you live with.’ ‘Don’t joke about things like that when you have a girlfriend waiting for you at home.’ she said, visibly upset. Julian realised that he had hit a nerve that he shouldn’t have and had crossed the line. When they were together she had been very candid about an ex boyfriend that had cheated on her and how that had made her feel. It was only natural that she didn’t want to make another woman feel the way that she had. ‘Sorry I shouldn’t have -‘ ‘It doesn’t matter’ she interrupted, side stepping so that there was about a metre between them. ‘Are you social distancing from me? I’ve had a covid test you know and I’m all clear’ he laughed. ‘I just don’t really trust myself around you’ she shrugged, shoving her hands into the deep pockets of her cardigan. ‘Well that makes two of us.’

A few dark alleyways later and they arrived at an apartment complex. The outside was painted blue and each of the apartments had a little balcony attached. Julian smiled saying ‘I can imagine you living here’. ‘Cut the small talk Draxler - you’re only here for one weekend.’ she muttered, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him up to her doorstep. At some point without his notice she had pulled out her keys which she was now furiously jamming into the lock and twisting as if every second it denied her was frustrating beyond measure. Then the door was open and she was pulling him through it, her hands were all over him, tugging his arms out of his jacket, thrust up the back of his white t-shirt and into the back of his hair. He crashed his lips against hers, pressing her back against the cool plastic of her door as he closed it behind them. He knew then that they weren’t going to make it to her bedroom. They were going to do it right there against her front door, and he hoped she didn’t have a room mate. He tongue brushed against her lips asking from permission that she granted, giving his bottom lip a gentle nip. ‘You’re always biting your lip when you’re nervous’ she whispered against his lips. ‘You make me nervous’ he whispered back, tangling his hands into her hair, lowering his mouth to her neck, pressing a serious of light kisses from below her jaw to her collarbone as he pushed the straps of her dress down her arms, following the movement of the fabric as it fell to her hips. He held her there against him, holding her hips tightly, pushing her against him, against his hardness before he pushed her dress down further, watching as it pooled at her feet. ‘Keep those on’ he mumbled, gesturing to her heels. She gave him a devilish smile before she pulled him back in for another open-mouthed kiss, broken only by her pulling his t-shirt up over his head. Her hands ghosted over his abs and he shivered involuntarily at her touch. ‘I love you’ he said, holding her head in place an inch from his so that they could look into each other’s eyes. ‘and I always will’. ‘Show me.’ she commanded. At that he lifted her off her feet, pushing her further up the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed against her. ‘I want to feel how much you love me.’ she continued. Her hands were on his shoulders now, holding him tight. He kissed her again while he dropped a hand back to her hip, grazing the lace at the top of her panties before he slip the hand inside of them, his thumb brushing lightly against her clit. He didn’t want to give her much yet. He used to really enjoy teasing her and he hadn’t had anything but vanilla for a long time. ‘Jule-‘ she moaned, gripping his upper arm. ‘What did you say?’ he teased, brushing one of his fingers against her wet slit, using the moisture to lubricate his thumb’s motions against her clit. ‘I haven’t had you for years, why are you making me wait longer?’ He disguised his smile by pressing his face into her neck, gently kissing her there. ‘Oh alright then… if you insist’ he said, about to reach down to unfasten his jeans, but her hands were there before his, popping the button open and pushing the denim down his muscular thighs followed in quick succession by his boxers, leaving him bare to her. ‘No more foreplay’ she groaned, bucking her hips against his hand, pushing the finger that had been at her entrance ever so slightly into her. He didn’t hesitate any longer. She gasped as his finger left her but he swiftly removed her underwear and gripped her ass, giving it a gentle smack, their lips crashing against each other’s once more as their desire took over and Julian pushed himself into her, letting out a low moan against her mouth at the contact. His thrusts were fast paced and hard as he tried to physically show her how much he had missed this, missed fucking her. ‘There’s no way I’m going to last long’ he groaned. ‘Good because neither am I’ she whispered back, and he watched a blush creep across her cheeks mixed with the glow of perspiration and excitement. He landed another gentle smack against her ass which had her grinding down onto him in a rhythm that mismatched his but caused a perfect amount of friction that had them both coming undone in seconds. He clung onto her as they came down from the high, trying to control his breathing and refill his lungs after holding his breath to climax. ‘Fuck’ was all she could manage to say. ‘Fuck, I love Tottenham Hotspur.’ He agreed.

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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Strategically Thinking.

Part of the winter masterlist.

The Request: Making cookies with Julian Draxler, both of your families are coming to visit and you are preparing food for the day. It would be in you POV.

If you’re reading this on the app, the spacing layout may look shoddy. I’m so sorry.

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It truly surprised you by how domestic Julian was. He was relatively tidy, would turn his hand to cleaning without being prompted and picked up after himself always. At first, you thought it was just when you came to visit, that he’d look after the place to make a good impression, but you quickly learnt that it was just how he was. So, when the suggestion of both families coming to Julian’s, you thought it would be a piece of cake because there would be less hassle of tidying, tidying around him and sorting out the cleaning when cooking.

The two of you have settled on a “menu” of sorts, one that has a little bit of everything for everyone. For dessert, Julian thought it best to do a trio of them. Something chocolatey, something sweet and something just right. He surprised you frequently, picking a random recipe and cooking it. He loved trying something new, just to watch your reaction. Sometimes they worked, and sometimes they didn’t but the desserts he’s taken upon himself to make for the visit are tried and tested.

Right now, you sit on a chair, the back against your chest as you sit on it backwards watching him. He usually prefers to mix everything by hand but the sheer volume of cookie dough that he plans to make right now means he must use the stand mixer. You watch as he mixes everything until it’s just together, switches it off, tipping the dough onto a floured work surface, kneads it together before cutting it into thirds and rolling it out to a cm thick.

“Which ones first? There’s snowflake, snowmen or just a round cutter.” He turns, a serious expression on his face as he looks over you. It’s hard to take him seriously as he stands there with an apron on, flour dusting his cheeks and his lips pursed while he thinks.

“Would it not be better to think of the icing? Which is going to take the longest to do? That cookie would be better to be cooling while the others bake, and you can focus on the icing of that while the others then cool.” You say equally as seriously, though you want to smirk at him. You’ve not seen him take his duties in the kitchen quite so passionately, but this is a sight to behold.

“Strategically thinking. I like it.” He nods and wags a finger at you. “This is why I keep you around.” He says before popping a small ball of dough into his mouth. “beautiful. Just the right texture.”

“Charming. I’m glad to know I have no other uses.” You reply with an eyebrow raised as he grins at you. “I like watching you at work like this.” You say as you rest your chin on your hands. He grins at you again as he begins to cut out shapes in the dough, giving them a little wiggle to fully cut the sides and moves on to the next available space. He’s already prepped a tray with some parchment, and it takes him no time at all to swap them from the counter to the tray.

“I’m nervous.” He states. He’s still working, he can’t even look at you right now.

“About what?”

“Your parents. My parents. Everyone being here.”

“It’s never bothered you before…” you trail off confused, a frown upon your face as you try to work out where this has come from, but it does explain his sudden need to have everything perfect. “And it was you who suggested this?”

“I know.” He says, pulling up the cobweb of dough and mushes it all back together again before rolling it back out. “I want your parents to like me and I want our parents to get along and there are so many things which could go wrong.” He’s talking quickly and his rolling is becoming aggressive.

“Baby? Babe, Ju, Julian.” You climb off the chair as he continues to ignore you and put your hand over the rolling pin. “Hey. Look at me,” you grip his jaw. “My parents will love you. They really will. Mom has been stressing over what to get you for Christmas and I can’t remember the last time she did that for someone.”

“And your dad?”

“Dad is dad. He’s grumpy and miserable so don’t take it to heart. It’s just how he is. Wait until he’s all settled and then he’ll begin to crumble. With your parents though, he’ll be fine. He puts on a perfect performance to hide his grouchiness if there are others about.”

“You really think they’ll like me?”

“Mom has researched you. Watched some interviews, looked at your insta. She’s been creepin’ a little.” You say and shimmy your shoulders to get a laugh out of him and grin when he does. “She’s worried more than you are.”

“Why is she nervous about me?” this time it’s Julian’s turn to be confused.

“Because you’re Julian Draxler.” She laughs, “neither of them has ever met a famous person, and here you are, playing for one of the biggest teams in the world with several million followers and they’re coming to your house to meet you and you think they won’t be a little nervous?”

“Firstly, it’s now our house. And secondly, I’m just me. Would you be nervous about meeting me?”

“I was nervous when I met you. And on the first date. And the second date. And the third date.” You confess, watching as he grins.

“No, you weren’t. No way.”

“Uh-huh.” You nod, wrapping your arms around his waist. His interest is now completely on you and not his precious cookies. “Even now, sometimes I’ll wake up and turn over and there you are and I’m all,” you take a sharp intake of breath and hold your hand to your chest. “I can’t believe this is happening sometimes.” Your hands stroke over the area your fingers can reach, “you’re just you to me. And you will be to them, but let them get there first and I promise you, they’ll love you just as much as they’ll love everything that you’re making for them. How can they not love you and the effort you’re putting into their stay?” Julian presses kisses to your face, covering every bit that he can find. “Let me guess, just another reason you keep me around?” “No, but it’s an added bonus.”

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footballfangurl · 5 years

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14. Kiss on the Back - Julian Draxler

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Hi babes! This is probably the last update of 2018 so please let me know what you think of it :) enjoy xx

Humming along to the music that was coming from your radio, you danced beneath the stream of the shower, shaking your hips back and forth on the beat of the song. It was a French song, Julian having updated his playlist with a lot of them because he thought it was an easy way to learn French. He wasn't wrong because it helped you understand the language better and it really gave the playlist some variety.

"Are you having fun?" You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard your boyfriend's voice from behind you and you turned around in surprise. There he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a grin on his face, looking you up and down appreciatively as you stood naked in front of him.

"I didn't know you were home already." You said after you calmed down a bit, stepping back under the steam to continue washing yourself and turning your back to him whilst doing so. Rummaging between all the bottles that were on the rack, you sighed in exasperation when you couldn't find yours. Julian never could decide which one he wanted to use so he kept buying all these different ones and because of that, you basically had an entire, extensive collection of shampoo bottles with different scents.

"Yeah, training finished early today." Julian answered, shuffling around quietly behind you and you grinned when you heard the buckle of his belt hit the ground. Despite the fact that he was difficult when it came to choosing his shampoo, you loved showering with him. For some reason, he always got handsy and affectionate underneath the shower stream - even more so than usual. It often led to sex and even though you nearly always made a mess of it by knocking over something, it was one of your favourite places to fuck him.

"Pick this one," Julian said, reaching his arm around you to pick up a shampoo bottle and hand it to you. You gladly accepted it, smiling when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed a kiss to your wet hair. You tilted your head to the side, your eyes closing slowly, when he traced his lips down the familiar path of your neck, all the way down to your shoulder.

"How was your day?" He murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder blade before moving away as you opened your eyes and turned around to face him, gesturing for him to turn around as well so you could wash his back.

"It was fine, nothing too extraordinary happened at work. A few nasty customers, as usual, but nothing I couldn't handle." You answered, stepping a bit closer to him and squeezing some soap on your hands, tossing the bottle to the side before carefully pressing your hands to his back and starting to scrub his back, using your nails softly in the way that you knew he liked. Julian answered with a groan and you grinned, stepping even closer to him so you could focus on what you were doing.

"You know," Julian moaned after a bit, when your hands started wandering lower than where they should be, "I already washed myself after practise."

"Then why did you join me?" You asked him, lifting your hands up from where they were now resting on his -in your opinion, delicious- butt cheeks to place them on his waist so you could gently guide him under the shower stream. Julian followed a bit clumsily, accidently stumbling over the shampoo bottle you had discarded to the side earlier, making you giggle softly before apologizing.

"I couldn't help myself. Seeing my gorgeous girlfriend naked does things to me." He defended himself and you laughed again, leaning forwards to press your lips to the place in between his shoulder blades. You sputtered, however, when you felt the strong and bitter taste of shampoo in your mouth and took a step back, lifting your hand to your mouth to try and do away with the taste. Julian turned around to see what was wrong and, figuring out what must have happened, burst out laughing when you stepped from under the water stream out of misery.

"C'mere." He said, reaching out to grasp your wrist to tug you back under the water, still laughing at your miserable expression. You pouted at him, but the pout was quickly erased from your face when he cupped your face with one hand and ducked down to press his lips against yours. You felt him grimace a bit when he tasted the soap on your lips but it didn’t deter him from trying to cheer you up. His only reaction was pressing his lips harder against yours and stepping forward to press you against the wall. You shivered at how cold the tiles were but didn’t pay it any attention.

In fact, every thought completely left your mind at the feeling of Julian's lips against yours and the only thing you were able to focus on was how Julian good it felt when he pressed you against the wall, how good his skin felt against yours and how quickly little Julian woke up.

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estebun · 3 years

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BESTIES IF YOU IN A MOOD TO READ SOME OLD 2018 FOOTBALL IMAGINES BE MY GUEST BECAUSE IM ABOUT TO DELATE MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT

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arrrseeenalfc · 3 years

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Hiiii ☺️ if you're taking request could you write a lazy morning smut with Draxler where he and he's gf are on holiday and are just staying in bed all day?

Hiii, I hope you like it xx

You just wanted to stay wrapped up in Julian's arms. It's only been a day since you arrived to Milan, but you were jet-lagged bad.

Waking up to seeing Julian’s angelic face wasn't the worst thing. You watched his jaw jerk and his slightly pink cheeks. You lower your gaze to his chest and bit your lips at his ridges. You lightly run your fingers over him, slightly scratching his nipple causing him to stir. You start giving little kisses on his neck, lingering longer in certain place when you feel him tense a little. You carefully drag your hand towards his underwear, stopping short of touching his waistband.

You bite his neck making sure to leave a bruise your proud of. You keep kissing his neck, inching upwards to his jaw before kissing the edge of his lips. Your fingertips lightly dance on the waistband of his underwear, nails softly scratching his growing bulge. You keep this up as your kisses get nearer to his lips.

"Don't tease me, princess." He mumbles, stopping your hands and making you grab his erection forcefully. He groans at the pressure and you look into his eyes to find them covered in lust.

He begins to grind in your hand, the friction make you press your thighs together. You watch as his lips part and eyes flutter shut. You felt your stomach tense at the sight, lip between your teeth as he uses your hand for his own gratification.

"Julian..." you let out a needy moan, his grip on your hand stronger when he hears you.

Within seconds he's flipped you over and has you sitting on his lap. Your pussy directly under his bugle. You were only in his T-shirt and underwear. He traces your underwear with his thumb, slightly pushing it to the side. You buck your hip against his when you felt him touch your skin.

"Mmm you want me inside you baby?" He gives you a smirk, eyes stuck on the way a little dot of wetness starts to show on your underwear.

"Please.." you beg when he fully pushes it to the side, thumb gliding against your wet lips before pressing your clit.

"Then ride me." You're quick to pull out his dick.

You lift yourself carefully and slowly slide down him until you hit bottom. You whine as he fills your up, needing a second to adjust to him before rolling your hips against him. He stations his hands on your waist, helps you keep a pace. You place your hands on his chest, head thrown back as you feel him pulse inside you. He reaches to your neck and pulls you down for a kiss.

"So tight-" he groans, nails biting into your flesh when you start to lift your hips and slam down on him. He watches you bounce on his cock, your body jiggling as you drop yourself on him. He looks down and curses when he sees his base covered in your cream.

"Just like that princess." He praises and you tighten around him even more.

When he feels you getting tired, he uses his own strength to lift you up. Your eyes shut as you get closer to your orgasm. His balls slap against your ass as he thrusts into you. You bring your hand and circle your clit fast. Moans leaving your mouth when he drags your body faster and harder.

"Shit shit.." he grumbles, stomach tensing when you finally clamp down.

A broken scream escapes your mouth as you feel your orgasm run through you. He watches your body shake and cums with a groan, heavy panting as he shoots his cum inside you.

Your body feels limp and you lay on his chest, both your breathing erratic as you try to calm down.

"Good morning." You whisper.

"Good morning." He chuckles before kissing the top of your head.

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bumblebeereus · 4 years

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“Wordless ways to say I love you.” Series.

Word Count: 934. A/N: So...this is new for me. I’m currently writing a 50 blurb/os series based on exactly that “Wordless ways to say I love you”. I’ll try to update this hopefully a few times each month but I’m not sure if I’ll manage to do this. English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Hope you like it. Feedback is always welcomed, thanks for reading this. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

Getting them a coffee just the way they like it – Leon Goretzka.

The fall season is finally back in Munich which means that the days start to be less bright than a few weeks ago. The weather is slightly colder and in the morning a jacket is more than needed. The best thing about this weather is his girl curling up against him every morning looking for that extra heat that she loves getting from him. His arms wrapped around her body as they share morning kisses and those “five more minutes” before actually getting up and start their day. She’s usually the one that gets out of the bed first heading to the shower and going downstairs to make their breakfast as he’s in the shower. Today although, she needed more time in bed because last night she was up until late working on her latest project. So he decided to give her more time in bed while he jogged downstairs to make breakfast like she’d usually do.

When she wakes up she’s alone in their bed and she pouts even tho no one can see her do it, she rolls into his side of the bed moaning against his pillow. His side of the bed still has some warmth so she guesses he hasn’t been gone for long. She was fine on her own, before meeting him by coincidence she had been single for almost a year and she was more than happy with her relationship status but when Leon came into her life she realized that there things about sharing her life with someone that she missed. Waking up next to someone and spend those extra minutes in bed nonchalant. Having someone to come home to, being able to be herself with someone, having someone that she can trust a hundred per cent. She missed those things but Leon was the first one that made her want to be in a relationship again. And he worked his ass off for her to fall for him, and he didn’t need much time for that to happen. Footsteps going upstairs make her know that he’s coming while she does her hair finishing her morning routine. “You’re up, I’m surprised. I thought you’d be still in bed.” He smiles stepping into the bathroom kissing her. “The moment I woke up and you weren’t there I realized that I had to wake up and get ready.” She shrugs pressing her lips together testing her lipstick. “I like that one.” He leans kissing her cheek “By the way, I made you coffee in case you want to have some before leaving.” She raises an eyebrow because he’s not the one that usually makes the coffee in the house. She’s the one in charge because she remembers how he likes his coffee and he tends to forget always something about her coffee, when it’s not the sugar it’s the milk or how hot she likes it “I’m gonna shower. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She slaps his ass when he walks next to her walking towards the shower and he laughs raising his eyebrows before undressing himself and stepping into the shower. A smile appears on her face when she sees the cup of coffee along with a sticky note with a heart perfectly draw on it and a smiley face saying “drink me, please.” Smells delicious and surprisingly for her, it’s perfect. He hadn’t forgotten a thing this time and it’s exactly how she likes to have her coffee in the morning. When people say that love is about the tiny details aren’t wrong, it’s all about the small things and tiniest of details like knowing how your boyfriend or girlfriend likes the coffee. “Please tell me I got it right this time, otherwise I’m gonna go and cry for a healthy amount of fifteen minutes in that corner.” He wraps his arms around her waist lovingly giving her his best “look how cute I’m” face. “It’s perfect.” She kisses him patting him in the chest and he laughs, exactly what he wanted. “Finally. It only took me like six months to get this right. It’s fair to say that you fell in love with my brain and not my looks.” She finished all the work she had due to that date one hour before, and she decided to return the gesture from Leon that morning and waits for him with a coffee ready for him to drink it after training. Jo was the one in charge of driving them to training so she can drive him back home and freeing Jo to go directly to his house. “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me I missed something important, again.” He makes a grimace and she shakes her head, he can breathe again. “I finished early so I thought I could drive by and giving you a ride home. Also…I brought you this, it’s still hot so I’d drink it now.” She hands him the cardboard cup along with two napkins and a tiny wood stick to use a spoon. “How did you know exactly what I wanted and needed?” He says leaning over to kiss her careful not to spill a drop of his well-deserved coffee. “What can I say, I know a thing or two about you by now.” She winks smiling widely as she sees how he takes a sip. “I’ve seen perfection before because you know…I live with you, but this coffee it’s perfect. If you were a coffee, you’d taste like this one.” He kisses the tip of her nose and then her forehead “Let’s go home. Dinner is on me.”

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durm-ff · 7 years

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Your Favourite Heartbreaker

wooooo a one shot from september (don’t hate me) but I’m almost done with my request so I’ll open them sooooon. I hope I did some justice to anon’s request about being Mats’s cousin and getting tickets for the world cup, leading to an affair with draxler. it was fun writing it. sorry for the delay, as always! enjoy! xx

“Your parents will never forgive me for giving you these tickets.”

“I won’t have time for you, you’ll have to take care of yourself.”

“I know you can’t stand Cathy, so behave, because you’ll most likely be around her.”

“This really doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“I don’t want any of my teammates die of heartbreak throughout the tournament.”

Bla bla bla. I could go on with the arguments coming out of Mats’s mouth, listing all the reasons why I should not go to Brazil and watch one of his games. However, my arguments seemed to be more convincing.

“You know that I’m your favourite cousin. I deserve this.”“I could tell everyone about the times we played House together, or how we played with your dolls”.

“I’m twenty-one. Second year at uni. My parents can handle this. Besides, you’re the family sweetheart. They’ll trust you with me.”

“How come you’re never concerned about my heart breaking?”

Alright. The last one was a joke. I wasn’t one to get heartbreaks. I never let my relationships get that far.

But the whole point of me visiting Mats was so that I could escape the hellish, boring little town called Böblingen, somewhere near Stuttgart, where nothing ever happened. Knowing this could be the only time I have the time, energy, and lack of thought to do something like this, I begged, and begged, and negotiated, until Mats gave in.

“Fine. But I can’t pick you up from the airport. And you’ll barely see me. But you can come into the locker rooms and hotel if you want.”

“See that’s why you’re my favourite cousin.” – I smirked and ignored Mats’s sulking and warning monologue while I was thinking just how I’ll tan next to the Atlantic Ocean.

My parents were used to me going out and not telling them exactly where I went or when I’d be back. Sometimes I’d stay out for a night, sleeping at a friend’s, or, during holiday’s I’d sleep over for several nights. The initial heart-attack I caused them vanished when I turned eighteen and since then, it just became a habit that they had to accept.

Finding out that their daughter was in Brazil, and not at some friend’s house, was more for them stomach. I was waiting for their phone call, especially because this summer I decided to spend some time home and so far, we’ve watched all of Germany’s game together so obviously, they wanted to know if I’d be coming home to watch Germany play against Algeria.

“Honey, where are you, the game is starting soon! There will be a press conference before!” – my mother squealed into my ear and I had to concentrate not to tell her to tone it down. “I know mom, I’m sorry but I’m not gonna bet here cause I’m watching the game from Porto Alegre!”

I guess she thought I was going to say one of my friends’ name and when the information finally hit in, her anger/shock was impossible to bear. “You WHAT?” – I had to hold the phone away from my ear to prevent my deafness (which i would get anyway in the stadium, but oh well). “You can’t just-“ I heard her shouting at me and while knowing the bulk of what she was saying, I was scanning the crowd for someone I knew so that I could get away.

In less than two seconds Julian Draxler appeared from his locker room and headed towards other teammates standing at the end of the tunnel, when I grabbed him by his arm and put the phone next to his face. “What is going-“ “Oh, mum, Julian Draxler is here, I have to go, he’s got something really important to tell me, see you in a few days, bye!” – and with that I locked my phone and let out a sigh.

Julian still didn’t quite understand what was happening, as we have only been introduced to each other so my action must have confused him, so I explained it. “Forgot to tell my parents I’d be watching the game from here, rather than from home”. – I shrugged. “Ah, happens to me all the time!” – he said easily then his face got serious and he silently shook his head. I let out a laugh. “My partner in crime. Are you playing today?”

“Don’t think so. Coach hasn’t said so yet, so everything is going according his plan and there are no last minute changes.” – he shrugged. “Hm.” – I added but there wasn’t really anything else to talk about. “Wanna prank call my dad? You could call him and explain everything, adding how much of a pleasure it is to have Mats’s favourite cousin here.” – I smirked. “I think you did enough to upset your parents today.” – he laughed.

The match had already started and I was anxious to see Neuer so much out of the goal. But to my amusement, things were going on outside the field too. Sitting to the right of the substitute bench, having perfect view on it, Julian seemed to have found me early on and has occasionally glanced in my direction, imitating a phone call, which made me laugh.

Mats, on the other hand didn’t seem to aprecciate what he saw and implied that he was going to kill me if I didn’t stop. Wasn’t too hard to understand from his gestures. The game had gotten more intense so the glances stopped (to my disappointment) and the tension continued after the game.

I waited in the tunnel with Cathy, who I graciously ignored, amongst other wives and girlfriends, and scanned the crowd for the players. Mats was the first to arrive and after giving a quick kiss to Cathy, he immediatley turned to me. “Stop.” – he pointed his finger at me. “With what?” – I pretended to be innocent. “Don’t play games with me. I know exactly what you’re doing.” – he squinted and I shrugged. “But Matziii, I really don’t want to cause trouble.” – I said in a sing-song voice to which he huffed. “Shut up. I’m going to change.” – he shook his head but I saw him smiling as he left.

“So, caused any heart-attacks while I was gone?” – I heard Julian’s voice from behind and I turned to him with a pout. “No, I guess the game itself did that anyway, so I had no job to do.” “I’m sure you’ll find a way.” – he stepped closer to me. “Well, Draxler, I know exactly how to shock your teammate.” (meaning I would have an affair with him, leave Brazil, and give one more reason for Mats to think I’m heartless) – I grinned and his eyes widened when Cathy, still standing next to me suddenly said “Oh, get a room. And by the way, Mats is standing there.” She pointed towards the locker rooms, where a half naked Mats was anxiously staring at us.

He started walking towards us, when I quickly grabbed Julian’s hand and ran past the crowd, which was just enough to block us from Mats. “Sorry, Mats, love you! See you later!” – I shouted with a laughing Julian running behind me.

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mashafootball · 5 years

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footballerimaginess · 5 years

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Educating You

A lazy day with Julian Draxler pleaseee💕 Word count: 618 You were laying in bed, rolling over to check on the time on your phone. It was still very early, it was only 7:30. You were not a morning person so you decided you would hopefully fall back to sleep. Julian was laying beside you, but he unfortunately couldn’t have a lazy day in bed. He had training at 9 so he needed to be up soon. “I can’t be bothered for training, I want to stay in bed with you” he pouted as you ran your fingers through his messy bed hair. “I am sure when you come back, we can have a lazy day.” You suggested as he nodded. “well we can have a lazy date in bed” he smirked as you were in agreement as you laid your head back down on the pillow. “I’m going downstairs, have a good sleep” he said as he pressed his lips on your forehead. “Alright, see you soon have” you smiled. You fell asleep straight away and never even heard Julian leave for training. You must have been quite tired. After what seemed like being asleep forever. It was 10am, you finally got up out of bed. You headed to the kitchen so you could get some breakfast. The only thing that was left in the kitchen that was suitable breakfast food was pancakes. So that’s what you were having. Once you ate your yummy pancakes that was practically slavered with so much syrup. You scrolled through social media, catching up on any news that you may have missed while you were asleep. There wasn’t much happening, so you put your phone down and headed upstairs to go for a shower. So you were fresh before Julian come home from training. Julian made his way from training to find you laying on the sofa watching television. “Hello babe” Julian says as he kissed the top of your head. Hello, good day at training babe?“ you asked him as he nodded. yeah it was a hard one though, tired now. So basically this lazy afternoon is absolutely perfect. Just what I need” You smiled as you moved on the sofa to make room for him. “Do we have any snacks?” He asked you as you rolled your eyes. “you have legs go and see. I am sure we do. Probably chocolate which you aren’t allowed. But I will happily go and eat it” Julian sighed as he heaved himself off of the sofa and got some snacks and drinks. “well he were go babe” He said to you as he places them on your lap. “Thank you, now what film shall we watch? You usually have the best pick of films You said to him as you passed him the remote control. He scrolled through the TV to find a film. “What about die hard? I’m sure you will love this film” he smirks as he put a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Yeah I’ll absolutely love this film I’m sure” He knew you hated die hard films. There wasn’t many films that you actually did like but Julian made you watch all of them with him. You were sure he loved terrorising you about your lack of knowledge on films. "So basically this is going to be when I teach you all about films." You rolled your eyes. "You know I don't like many films so I really struggle watching ones I can't take to" You laughed at him as he knew that was going to be your answer. There was nothing you didn't hate more than was Julian teaching you about films. It was as if he was educating you, But you knew he meant well.

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fxndom--trxsh · 6 years

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You in my arms (a Julian Draxler one-shot)

Y/N was twitching nervously at the margin of her skirt, praying she won't stumble and fall on those heels.

She was at the German Sports' Gala, representing the football specialists website where she was working, ready to go on stage and deliver one of the football awards for the night. She slowly stepped on the stage, which was still dark from the break.

No one can see you Y/N. She said to herself. Yet.

She could see the crowd in front of her, so she took her time analyzing it now, so she wouldn’t feel like looking while giving her speech and make herself even more flustered.

Most of the people in front were footballers that she recognized immediately, given that she was writing articles weekly about them. So she started mentally naming everything she could remember about those people before it was time for her to talk. A man with a neat haircut and a childlike face standing right on her direction in the first row caught her attention.

Draxler. Midfielder. Schalke, Wolfsburg, transferred to Paris Saint Germain last season.

But her mental revision was cut short by the lights that suddenly drowned the stage. She put her widest smile on and procedeed to take a few steps closer to the microphone. She said good evening, introduced herself and started saying her speech. It came out naturally, but on the inside the girl was nervously accentuating every word before pronouncing it.

Against her own advice, she couldn’t help but look around the huge area, and she immediately regretted it when she spotted the face of her ex-boyfriend in the crowd. Memories of the shouts and hits she received throughout the years with him surfaced immediately and made her weak on her feet. Her mouth went dry and her mind suddenly turned blank.

“So given the… the power of German football… I… ” she struggled to finish her sentence, but her brain refuse to process anything but the absolute fear she was feeling.

The room started to spin with her and she pushed her hand forward so she could steady herself on the microphone stand, still trying to mumble her speech.

“I… I…”

That was the last thing she managed to say before she felt her vision going dark and vaguely felt a pain at the back of the head.

When she opened her eyes again, she met a man’s face very close to her own. The man was slowly massaging her hands and calling her name.

“Oh, finally, I was starting to worry.” he spoke. “I’m…”

“Draxler.” Y/N blurted before she could stop herself. “I mean Julian Draxler. Sorry, I’m not used to talk about footballers using their full name.” she excused herself, blushing.

“Oh, you know me.” he said surprised, looking at her. “You’ve been to some Germany games before, I’ve seen you. You’re a journalist, right?” he asked.

“Yes.” she nodded, trying to push herself up into a more decent position, but the pain at the back of her head came back sharply, making her gasp in surprise.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Are you ok? Are you diabetic, did you have a seizure…?” Julian started.

“Oh no, nothing of that sort.” she assured him. “I just saw someone in the crowd that brought back bad memories."

Julian looked confused, clearly not understanding how bad.

“Bad enough for you to faint on stage?” he inquired.

“Yeah… I’d rather… not talk about it.” she said simply.

She could see in his eyes that he was starting to understand, so he simply nodded and helped her stand on a chair.

“Yo should go back.” Y/N told him. “You’re nominated for another thing.”

“That’s alright, I’d rather stay here and make sure you’re alright.” he said.

“Don’t be silly, go!” she protested.

“Only if I can call you after the Gala to check on you.” he insisted.

“Write the number.” she sighed.

“Here’s mine.” he said in return. “Okay, don’t push yourself, I’ll talk to you later.” he instructed her, beginning to leave.

He was already pretty far from the girl when she gasped loudly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked alarmed, spinning on his heel to look at her.

She blushed hard, mumbling a “Nothing.”

“What is it?” he asked again, looking accusingly at her.

“I just… realised that you carried me backstage.” she stutterred.

“Oh yeah…” he chuckled. “I can tell you all about you in my arms after.” he said, winking at her and leaving her with her mouth open in surprise.

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footballffbarbiex · 5 years

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Showering.

Day 21 of the NSFW smut writing challenge. Words: 2315 Player: Julian Draxler. Warnings: no. Request?: no.

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After a long day at work, I’d sadly missed the match, however, I’d caught up with the highlights after work, curled up on the sofa with a hot drink in my hand to try and a thick blanket covering my legs to try and warm me. The warmth lasts around twenty minutes before the cold begins to nip at my toes again and causes goosebumps to erupt over my skin.

Julian should be home soon and as much as I’d love the idea of having a bath, bathing in the boiling hot water which would no doubt cause my skin to redden to the colour of a ripe tomato, it would take too long. A hot shower would have to do. Kicking the blanket off and placing my empty mug on the coffee table, I make my way to the bathroom and begin to undress as I go. Unbuttoning my work shirt and popping the zip on the back of my skirt allows my body to breath a sigh of relief. I start the shower going and finish removing my clothes before testing the water to make sure it’s the right temperature. Shuddering when the hot water hits my hand, steam already begins to fill the shower. I step under the hot water and groan with happiness as my feet begin to burn from the contrast of temperatures.

My hand reaches for the shower cloth as a noise pricks my ear, forcing me to open the shower door and listen. When nothing out of the ordinary sounds, I begin again, squirting some shower gel onto the cloth and begin to lather up. A cool breeze blows against my back but before I can turn, hands grip my waist and kisses are spread over my neck. “Sssshhhh, it’s just me.” Julian’s voice immediately relaxes my body, his hands pulling me against him, only for me to feel his erection digging into my back. One hand splays over my stomach while the other moves upwards, over my ribs and cups one of my breasts in his palm. “Sorry, were you busy?” “Just cold. Thought this might help.” “Explains a few things.” He mutters against my wet skin as his fingers pinch my already hard nipples. I jolt in his arms, press my back against his chest and bite my tongue to stop myself from making a sound.

His fingers continue as they work my breast, his lips continue over my neck and shoulder before going back to my neck again, the hand on my stomach strokes me softly, each time it gets slightly lower. My core tightens anticipating his fingers there and my clit pulses as the thought enters my head. “Why are you in here? Didn’t you shower?” I loved it when Julian first came off the pitch. There was always something sexy about him still in his jersey and sweaty. “Oh I’ve showered, I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity that’s all.” He says as he nips my earlobe. I drop my head against his shoulder, tilting it at an angle so he can kiss my neck better. Feeling his hand switch breasts and the other lowers, his fingers brush just above my slit, dangerously close to where my clit is. My ass pushes back, grinding into the base of his cock. Julian’s teeth graze over my skin and I can’t contain my whine as his fingers dip lower. He presses all four fingers over my lips before dragging them slowly back up to my clit, parting my lips at the same time. His thumb begins to rub small circles over my sensitive nub while two fingers open me up and the middle one enters me.

He hums against me as my eyes close, water continues to beat down against my chest which only heightens the sensations. He sucks on a fleshy part, between my neck and shoulder as his finger thrusts in and out of me. “So wet.” He doesn’t need to tell me, I can feel how embarrassingly quickly my body reacted to his touch. His fingers glide inside of me with such ease I should be ashamed. My hands reach forward and adjust the water, cooling it down before I begin to feel faint as my legs shake slightly. My usually softly spoken Julian is different tonight. He’s never usually this obvious with his intent, never usually speaks dirtily. The change in his attitude is both unnerving and arousing. “What’s got you so horny?” I can’t help but ask. “I stupidly read your messages again before driving home; the ones from the other week. The ones that said how much you wanted me. How much you wanted to suck my dick and to feel it inside of you.” I swallow hard, remembering the drunken confession that I’d sent him. I’d been out with the girls, we’d had several bottles of wine and had hit the dancefloor. A song had come on, one that had been playing one of the times we’d slept together. My mind had drifted immediately, and my thoughts had changed from innocent ones to remembering how his hands had felt upon my body. How my pussy had been filled with his length and how amazing it had been.

We weren’t usually the ones to sext or send pictures to one another and the next morning I’d buried my face in the pillow, groaning with shame as I realized what I’d said. Thankfully for me, Julian had never addressed it again and I assumed it had been forgotten. “I didn’t think you liked them.” His finger pulls from inside me, his hand drops from my breast and he stops mouthing my skin. His hand presses against my shoulder and spins me around to face him. “How can you not think I liked them?” It takes all of my strength not to look down, not to acknowledge his cock because I know if I do, I’ll drop to my knees. “Y-you didn’t say anything.” “I may not have done, but that didn’t stop me from doing this.” His hand gripping his erection grabs my attention. I watch as he strokes up and down, His large hands look small wrapped around his dick. “When I was all alone and you couldn’t come over. I’d read the messages, imagine how you’d be on your knees, your mouth full and those eyes staring up at me.”

“Jule,” I try to warn him but instead it comes out more of a plead. “You want this?” he asks. I don’t wait to be told. Lowering myself to my knees, my hand slips beneath his and takes over. He throbs against my palm, the vein that runs along his shaft stands out and pre-cum appears before being washed away by the water spray. I angle it towards me, my head lifts and my eyes lock with his as I sink my lips over the head of his cock and swirl my tongue around it, tasting the first droplets that seeps onto my tongue.

He presses a hand to the shower wall while the other scoops up my hair and pushes it on top of my head. With each dip of my head, I take him further and further into my mouth. My gag reflex begs to kick in as he nears my throat, but I don’t allow it. My spit lubricates the way and my hand works where my mouth does not reach.

The hand holding my hair tightens, my roots ache with each clench of his fist but I don’t seem to mind, instead it spurs me on. I move my hand further down until it’s at the base, my fingers brush his balls and I try to go lower. He enters my throat, tears build up in the corners of my eyes and my throat desperately tries to force him out. “Shit,” he curses above me as I contract around his shaft. “Fuck, hold it there.”

I do so for as long as I can before I gag, his dick slipping from between my lips and I suck in a large welcomed breath. The water hammers down on my hair, runs in streams down my forehead and trickles down my back. I lean in again, eager to take him back into my mouth once more but he holds me in position, his cock before me just a little more than a tongues distance away from me. “Don’t.” My stomach sinks and I suddenly feel unsure about my abilities to please him. He was wanting this minutes ago. I must have done something. “Sorry, was it not go-” “Between torturing myself with the thoughts and you doing this, I don’t want to finish before we’re even started.”

Julian tugs on my hair; gentle enough not to hurt but enough to give me a silent instruction to get to my feet. Once standing, he steps backwards, his hand wraps around my wrist and he releases my hair while he pulls me with him. We’re out from under the water, in a corner of the shower which is partially dry. When he squats slightly, I take it as an invitation to cover his hip with my thigh and lock my leg behind his back. My hands go to his shoulders, holding onto them as his hands hold me under my ass. With a slight bounce, my other leg now mirrors the other. I cross my ankles as he stands up and presses my back against the wall. Adjusting his arm beneath me, he cups my jaw in his free hand, forcing me to look at him and I’m once again I’m struck by how gorgeous my boyfriend truly is. Sensing that I’m not completely with him in this moment, his hand drops to my throat. He does nothing, doesn’t squeeze it or make any attempt to move it but it gets my attention. My eyes widen and I swallow hard as his thumb strokes up and down my neck. “Sorry, have something better on your mind?” “N-no, I don’t.” “Seems to me like you do. I can stop if you’d like?” He’s having too much with this, taunting me and dragging this out. “Julian.” He hums his answer, dropping his hand from my throat and dips it beneath me. The head of his cock rubs against my entrance, he pushes it forward, dipping inside of me slightly before pulling it back out once more and rubbing it up my folds and against my clit before back down again and repeating this. “Julian stop teasing me.” I moan out of frustration and try to push my weight down, try to take him inside of me. He doesn’t allow it, he keeps firmly in place and smirks. Pressing his lips to my ear, he whispers, “tell me you want it.” “I do. I need you inside me.” “Atta girl.” He presses me harder against the wall, his arm removes from under me and with both hands, he grips me by the waist. He steps back slightly, my lower half following him and resting my weight in my shoulders as he pulls me down onto his dick and enters me fully. My mouth opens, my eyelids flutter closed and I can’t speak. When he asks me if I’m ok, I nod and wiggle my hips against him for him to continue. Julian begins to thrust in and out of me slowly, ensuring that his feet are on steady and dry flooring. He tests it out, picking up his pace, entering me halfway before pulling out only to slam back into me again.

With every deep thrust, I feel him everywhere. He takes over my senses, clouds my judgement and makes me want more. I feel my core tighten around him as I look down, watching his cock disappearing into me and pulling back out; his length slick with my arousal. Julian’s eyes are fixed firmly where our bodies meet, his lip sucks in and I see him bite upon it. He can’t take his eyes from it, watching intensely as he fucks me. He throbs deep within me, twitching occasionally when my muscles clench around him.

Ignoring the ache in my shoulders, I find myself asking him to speed up. I keep one hand on his shoulder while the other goes to his lips. He opens his mouth willingly, sucking hard on my fingers before they trail down my body until it comes to rest on my clit. Rubbing circles upon it, the heat that had sparked from his cock alone ignites quickly. Thankful that he’s holding me, my body begins to shudder against him, struggling to cope with the overwhelming sensations that fill me.

“I love watching you play.” I speed up my pace, trying to match his thrusts and build a rhythm that feels incredible. Picturing it’s his tongue against me rather than my fingers and concentrating on how it feels, it soon takes over. My thighs tremble around him, my breathing comes out as pants and my eyes cannot focus anymore, forcing me to close them and lose myself completely in the sensations. A few more strokes pushes me over, I feel my orgasm spurt around his cock, it splatters his thighs and leaves me breathless, my body feeling weightless as euphoria rushes through me. My pussy contracting around Julian has him reaching his own climax only moments later, his hips bucking slower but burying himself inside of me deeper, enjoying every second of it as he spills himself inside of me, his fingers gripping my hips, his short nails leaving small marks on my skin. Slowly, he lifts my waist, pulling himself from inside me and places me on shaky feet once more. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, the tip of my nose and finally my lips, he gives me a grin. “Now, about that shower….”

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Julian Draxler - Give Me A Kiss

Request: Hi :) would you be able to write a Julian Draxler imagine, where he meets his future girlfriend for the first time. I love your writing btw xx

It isn’t exactly what you requested but I hope this is okay as well. Let me know what you guys think xx

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She was so glad that she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings that day. Because otherwise, she wouldn't be sitting here on the couch next to her boyfriend, enjoying some quiet time together before going out to celebrate his birthday that night.

They had met back in Germany a few years ago, at a party of a mutual friend. She had let herself go that night, not caring what anybody else thought about her crazy dancing. Because of her enthusiastic dancing, however, she had accidentally bumped into him and they had hit it off straight afterwards, the two of them talking and dancing together for the rest of the night. The night had ended with her giving him her number and the both of them agreeing to go on a date sometime soon. A couple of weeks later, they made their relationship official and here they were, four years later, living together in France and they couldn't be happier.

Sighing in happiness, she tilted her head up from where she was laying on his chest and looked at him. He was staring at the television screen intently, obviously enjoying the movie that she had chosen to put on. It was one of his favourites and she had chosen it specifically because of the occasion.

"Why aren't you watching the movie?" He muttered, softly nudging her in hopes that that would get her to focus on the movie instead of him. He didn't like it when people stared at him and even though he minded it less when she did it, he still got a little bit uncomfortable with it sometimes. Unfortunately, she liked to do it a lot. Especially in the mornings, when she thought he was still asleep and wouldn't notice her staring so he couldn't say anything about it. He always knew when she did it, however. It was like he had a sixth sense or something, just for noticing when people were staring at him. Whenever they stared at him, he always thought he had done something weird or had something on his face or something like that. He just thought there were more interesting things to look at than him. Obviously, his girlfriend thought differently, even though he couldn't understand exactly why.

"I am." She denied, still not taking her eyes off him. He looked really good. He always did. His hair was neatly combed to the side and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it and mess it up again. She loved the look he had in the morning, his hair dishevelled from a good night of sleep or a good night of sex, it didn’t matter which one it was. And his lips looked so appealing as well because Julian had the unconscious habit of gently nibbling on it when he was focusing on something, like he was doing now. It drew her attention to them and sometimes she thought that he was doing it on purpose, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to think about anything else when he started doing it, but Julian usually liked to use other tactics to try and seduce her, so she knew that he mainly did it subconsciously.

"No, you're not." He said, glancing down at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled and blinked innocently at him, making him smile as well and roll his eyes.

"I'm just enjoying the view."

"The view," Julian said, gently nudging her cheek so that her face was facing the television once more, "is right there."

"Nah," She said, lifting her hand and poking him in the cheek, "the view I want to see is right here."

"Stop, you're going to make me blush." Julian said, using a very girly voice and laying one of his hands on his cheeks in fake embarrassment, making her giggle in response. It was quiet for a few minutes afterwards, and even though Julian knew she was still looking at him, he tried to focus on the movie. She'd stop eventually. Hopefully. She could be really distracting when she wanted to be. Sometimes, when they were attending important events, she liked to subtly draw his attention to her body -often picking a dress that had a slit on the side, which would draw his attention to her long, gorgeous legs, which she knew was one of his favourite things about her - or she liked to tease him in public by touching him inappropriately when nobody was looking. She was really adventurous when it came to things like that

"Kiss me." Julian raised his eyebrow at her demand, glancing down at her before shaking his head.

"No, we're watching a movie."

"Please, give me a kiss?" His girlfriend asked again, trying to convince him to kiss her by looking at him with puppy eyes. He desperately tried to avoid her gaze, however, fixing the television with his stare.

"No."

"Pretty please?" She moved to rest on her elbows, making sure they didn't dig into Julian's ribs, before moving her face closer to his. She was grinning mischievously and Julian found it increasingly more difficult to keep denying her. It didn't help that she looked really good in his hoody that was too big on her and her hair up in one of those messy buns that she liked to call 'casual' and 'easy to do', but usually spent at least fifteen minutes in front of the mirror trying to make it perfect.

"Nope, not doing it."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" She pouted, and he sighed in exasperation and fondness before pushing himself upright from where he was half-laying down, making her sit up as well. He then cupped his hands around her face and pulled her forward, meeting her lips with his in a rough kiss. His lips were a little bit chapped, but she didn't mind. As long as she got to kiss him, she was happy. She was intoxicated by the smell of him, having always loved his cologne. He had incredibly good taste in cologne and perfumes, once having bought her a bottle of perfume that smelled really nice and exotic. Since then, she always bought that one, because she loved it and she knew that it drove him crazy as well.

The sound of the television was going on in the background, but she ignored it, instead pushing herself up on her knees and moving to sit across his lap so that she was straddling him. Julian replied with a soft moan, moving his lips eagerly against hers before slipping his tongue inside her mouth, letting it tangle with hers. She tilted her head a little bit for a better angle, making her nose brush his softly. Julian released her cheeks, one hand moving downwards to rest just above her bum and the other one moving to cradle the back of her neck, fingers entangling with her hair. She also moved her hands upwards, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. Running the fingers of her other hand through his hair, she tugged at the hair in the nape of his neck as she grinded her hips softly against his crotch. Julian groaned in response, letting the kiss last for a few more seconds before pulling away reluctantly, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up and carefully throwing her on the couch next to him with a grin.

She landed with an 'oomph', looking at him in bewilderment, asking him silently with her eyes why he suddenly stopped kissing her. He raised an eyebrow and then looked downwards to where a bulge was visible against the fabric of his jeans, the closed zipper uncomfortably pressing against his cock. Looking back towards her, he couldn't help but feel smug as she looked thoroughly kissed, with her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkled as well, and he loved how she looked after a make-out session.

"Do you want me to help you out there, babe?" She asked with a smile.

"Nope, I just wanna watch this movie before we get ready to go out tonight." He grimaced, already regretting the decision but he knew that if he took her up to the bedroom now, there would be a large chance that they wouldn't leave until the day after. And as much as he would enjoy celebrating his birthday that way, his friends probably wouldn't enjoy being stood up.

"Are you sure? I can finish you off right here, make the movie a little bit more fun and interesting." She suggested, and his head snapped towards where she was sitting, making her giggle at his reaction.

"What about you, though?" He asked her, reaching out with his right hand to softly tuck a lock of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ear. He appreciated that she wanted to do this for him, and it wouldn't be the first time either, but he usually liked to return the favour straight afterwards. He didn't like it when she was left unsatisfied, but he also knew that he would in no way be able to pull away from her again if he gave in now. It wouldn't be the first time that they didn't show up to an event because they were too busy having sex over and over again and his friends never stopped reminding him of it. And they had booked an expensive and fancy restaurant to celebrate his birthday, one that wouldn't hold their reservations for very long if they didn't show up, it didn't matter if he was a famous football player or not.

"Consider it another birthday gift." She said, pushing herself up and off the couch, moving to sit on the floor in front of him on her knees, grinning up at him before tapping his thigh, making him open his legs so she could settle in between them. And like he predicted, once she started, he wasn't able to restrain himself and despite all his efforts from before, he took her upstairs to bed and they didn't leave until a few hours later, sheepishly returning the calls of their friends they had ignored during their time in the bedroom. In the end, they went to a bar instead of the restaurant they had booked, their table long ago having been given to somebody else. It did turn out to be a nice evening, however, their friends giving them a round of applause when they finally arrived at the bar, hand-in-hand, Julian grinning in satisfaction and his girlfriend blushing in embarrassment of once again showing up to something too late.

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right hand (a whoever you want to read with story) - intro

There are two types of people in this world.

The him and the you.

The ones that after a massive break-up, after crying themselves to sleep come back with a stronger belief in love than before, knowing their soul-mate is out there, somethere, and that their heartbreak was only to teach them a lesson so they could be even more prepared for The Real Love once they found it.

(That was obviously him)

And then there was the ones that after a massive break-up, after crying themselves to sleep come back with a stronger belief in the fact that love does not exist, that there it no such thing as soul-mates and that they will never, ever be stupid enough to fall in love with someone again, ever, because if they do, well, if they do then they just deserve all of the freakin’ suffering because they are plain stupid.

(That was obviously you.)

And those two kind of people often end up running into one another.

And they’re usually drunk.

And they’re usually stubborn.

And they usually think they can change each others mind.

(But can they?)

It was so fucking weird how a year could change someone.

(Completely.)

(As in, she felt like an entirely different person.)

Thinking about her a-year-ago self made her wanna puke.

How could someone be so innocent? So naive? So... Happy?

That was the weirdest thing about growing.

(Not that she actually – as in physically – grew, but y’know, she matured.)

(Like fine wine.)

(Eurgh, cliché much?)

Still, that was the weirdest thing about growing: remembering the past with some solemn sense of nostalgia but not missing it at the same time, of thinking about old mistakes and not regretting them (thinking that you were stupid as fuck: ah yes, regretting them: ah no) as (obviously) if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t have learnt all that you had and you wouldn’t be who you were today.

Yet, it was so fucking weird thinking about life before she met him.

Because at the same time that it seemed happier and more colorful on her mind, if she thought about it – really thought about it – it wasn’t that great.

Just like life with him wasn’t that great – if she really thought about it.

And just like life without him didn’t seem that great – if she really thought about it.

In the end, it all depended on her mood. If she was feeling nostalgic and lonely and needy, thinking about him made her want to rip her left arm to have him back.

If she was feeling good and happy and self-assured, thinking about him made her want to punch herself on the face for letting him be in her life for so long.

(Either way, on her metaphors, she always ended up hurting herself.)

(Her therapist said it was a Thing and that she had to Work On It.)

(She thought she just wasn’t creative enough with metaphors.)

She now thought of her life as BH and AH.

(Before Him.)

(After Him.)

And as much as it had hurt her and made her want to die and cry herself to sleep and lit one cigarette after the other...

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because who she was now...

Who she was now was Strong As Fuck.

(And she was so flippin’ proud of it.)

Her boss told her he wanted a column about love.

Love advices, to be more accurate.

Of all fucking things.

(As if her love life wasn’t more of a Silence of the Lambs than Love, Actually.)

(More of a The Conjuring 2 than The Notebook.)

(More of a Saw IV than Titanic.)

(Well, it sort of was similar to Titanic.)

(As: it was sanked.)

“Think rom-com. Think the last chapter of a Nicholas Sparks novel, when all the answers are there and all the problems are solved. Think headlines on Valentine’s Day showing people who have been married for over a century and tell their secrets are “camaraderie and beer”. Think hope, think –”

She toned him out after “think Nicholas Sparks”.

She would rather shoot herself on the head than write something thinking about Nicholas Sparks.

(Oh there she was again.)

(With the Hurting Herself On Metaphors Thing.)

(She would Work On It someday.)

(Just not now.)

“Got it?”

She nodded.

Sure she had gotten it.

If she hadn’t, she’d be fired on the spot.

“Great. I’ve forwarded some of the” Her boss made quotation marks with his fingers “Quizzes to your e-mail. They’re all from people here at magazine, but with changed names obviously, then we’ll set up an e-mail so strangers can send theirs and blah blah blah.”

She nodded. Knowing the people who worked with her, she’d be able to guess who was who by the first sentence.

“Quiz” Her boss made quotation marks again “Sounds nicer than “problems”, right?” Before even giving her a chance to reply, he gave her a smile that showed so many teeth he resembled a shark “Well, who cares? Hope you have a satisfatory answer to them by Monday. Have a fantastic weekend, darlin’.”

Sinking into her seat, she took the deepest breath she could before opening up her inbox, the first e-mail on it being ““QUIZZES” FOR YOUR LOVE COLUMN!! BY MONDAY!!! DON’T FORGET OR YOU’LL BE-” she assumed the ending was “fired’ and clicked on it.

Running her eyes trough the “quizzes” (damn, that “quizzes” with the quotation mark was catchy), she felt a huge sense of dread take over her body.

A. 22. F.

My boyfriend has been cheating on me with our neighbor but I love him so much I –

J. 27. M.

I think I’ve lost all of my friends since getting into a relationship. I used to spend all the time with my girlfriend and now –

P. 28. F.

Guys can’t see me as anything other than a piece of meat and I don’t know what else to do because if I play hard to get they simply don’t even make and effort to actually get –

Oh God. She was fucked.

Because she had lost her inspiration.

That part of her that believed in Happily Ever After, that could turn off the harshness of the Real World and lose herself in her own silly words.

She’d grown cold now, a bit cynical, a ton more sarcastic than she ever tought she could get.

And, as a Fluffy Romance Writer, that was sort of screwing up her career.

Because she simply wanted to reply “FIND SOME SELF LOVE YOUR IDIOT” or “BOO-HOO, BROS BEFORE HOES, CHICKS BEFORE DICKS, ASSHOLE” and well, she was pretty sure her boss wouldn’t like those sort of answers.

So, like a scene in a cartoon movie, she saw all the little engines on her brain moving as she thought about who she needed to talk to before she wrote single line.

She’d call him.

That damn asshole that had screwed up her last shot at love.

The Love Advocate.

The Idiot That Ruled All Idiots.

She dialed the number she had saved as “Not Answer/Not Call”, waited as it rang for nine times (he was probably doing a “what the fuck face” at her name on the call ID instead of picking it up already), and, before he could greet her, she blurted:

“I’m going to need to use it.”

He had his mouthful of something, so his answer was all muffled “Ius’ uot?”

(Translation: use what?)

“The You Owe Me One Card.”

He swallowed.

“God dammit.”

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arrrseeenalfc · 3 years

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Hey :) can i get a julian draxler imagine, where him an y/n are dating, but his ex makes him believe that y/n cheated on him&they break up, but he realizes that he was wrong and wants her back? Hope that makes sense😬�� Thank you💕

An old request..I also started to lose motivation half way but I hope you see this x

Rumours were normal in his line of work. Rumours of him joining clubs. Rumours of issues at clubs or even just gossip of his playing. And then once you confirmed your relationship, rumours about you started to spread. But he never let those rumours get to him, at least not when they were from random people who didn’t know either one of you personally.

His day was already not going great. Another day he’s told he won’t be in the starting line up before training was over. He just wanted to go home and fall into your arms, but instead he came face to face with his ex.

“What are you doing here…?” He really didn’t need this.

“Look, I just needed to let you know about Y/n…” his ex smirks, watching the way he straightened up at your name.

“What about them? Listen if you say anything bad about them then you’ll be dealing with me. It’s been months since we broke up, leave me alone.” He sighs but his ex doesn’t give up.

“Oh I will, but first you should know that Y/n is cheating on you. You really trust people too easily. If you were still with me this wouldn’t have happen. You haven’t heard the rumours? y/n is cheating on you.” He narrows his eyes at his ex…what the hell?

He quickly walks away, slamming his car door as he replays the words. You couldn’t actually be cheating on him, could you? It’s hard for him to think about anything else. The rumours from the media, his lack of playing time and now his ex also backing claims of you cheating. Maybe…maybe you were cheating…

You’re ready to welcome him when he comes but he walks straight pass you.

“Are you cheating on me?” He blurts out.

“What?”

“You’re cheating one me, aren’t you? God, I trusted you. I should’ve listened to those rumours…even my ex came to tell me…FUCK.” He shouts, throwing his bag into the floor and glaring at you.

“Your ex? Julian…I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not cheating on you! Why would I? And you met your ex? Wha-“ you’re so confused.

“I don’t know if I can trust you…I can’t I just why? I think we should break up.” He states and you can ignore the crack in your heart.

“What…” you whisper and he grabs his keys again.

“I’m going to be out for a few hours. Please don’t be here when I come back.” Is all he says as he leaves, slamming the door shut on you.

Timeskip

When he came back, he didn’t expect the empty house to make him break down. You really left. He felt his head hurt as much as his heart. What if it was a mistake? What if it was all a lie and you didn’t do anything wrong. What if he actually listened to you? What if…you never come back?

He barely leaves his house for a week, and for you it’s the same. Did he really not trust you enough? He believed his ex over you? It hurt so bad to hear his accusations. To hear how the time you’d spent together, the bond your built, broke over a untrue rumour.

You hear your phone buzz, a foreign number sending you a message.

‘Hey, it’s Julian. Can we meet please?’

And now you’re sat in a house you once both shared.

“I’m sorry.” He starts.

“I’m sorry for what I said. For believing rumours. For listening to everyone but you. For taking my frustrations on you. I know you would never do that to me…your me amazing and would never hurt me. I never want to hurt you either but I did by accusing you. Please…please forgive me….I love you so much…please.” He pleads, tears forming as he looks at you.

There’s a moment of silence before you speak.

“You hurt me…so much. I didn’t expect that from you Julian…but I love you too. I..I might need some time going to back normal with you, but if you show me that it’s worth it and can wait for me…I accept your apology.” You breathe out.

“I’ll do everything everyday to show you how much I appreciate you. I’ll never let anything get between us again.” He promises.

This is so long and I hit writers block mid-way…

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BBQ Nights and Summer Dresses.

Word count: 2086 A/N: I’m back with this nonsense of me writing stuff. Feedback is always welcome, thanks for reading this. English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Hope you like it, read it as an anyone’d like. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– There was something about spring nights, maybe it’s the feeling of the summer days getting closer, or maybe it’s the fact that she can mix their favourite clothes together and look cute in the process, who knows. But she loved spring nights and her best friend knew, that’s why as soon as spring begins he arranges weekly barbecue nights and she was always invited to his house to have dinner with him and his friends. She met him at work, she was in charge of the social media team of a brand he worked with and they clicked immediately. He was more than just a footballer, under that façade it’s hiding one of the softest boys she has ever met, she adored him to death and the feeling flows both ways. He was there for her as she was there for him, no matter what. He came to her house at three in the morning because he broke up with his girlfriend and she could call him after a bad date and he’d be there within minutes to make the night better. She hugs him tightly as he said he liked to be hugged and kisses his cheek messing with his hair in the process making him fuss. “Are you looking extra pretty and cute tonight because a certain someone is coming tonight?” He jokes making her sigh out of pure desperation. He knows him good enough to know how she feels about her crush but that doesn’t stop her from lying saying that he’s just a friend “Awwww, rosy cheeks already?” “Do us a favour, go to hell, please.” She shows him her middle finger making him burst into laughter kissing her temple as she tries to pulls him apart “I don’t want your kisses now.” “Well, these are the only kisses you’re gonna get until he arrives.” She’s about to hit him but sadly for her, he’s quicker than her this time. “I don’t know why I keep loving you when you clearly don’t deserve it.” “You’re breaking my heart here, darling. Handle it with care. I don’t know what hurt me the most, the fact that you don’t love me as much as you love him or the fact that you think he’s cuter than me.” He fakes being hurt and she looks at him with a murderous look in her eyes still being cute as hell for him. “I’m pretty sure that you’ll survive through these tough times in your life.” She teases him making him laugh in the process. He handles her a beer and she takes a quick sip of it walking towards the garden.

She sitting on the picnic table while listening to the last drama he had to tell her, and she rolls her eyes at his exaggerations. He’s indeed the real drama queen of the relationship. She’s about to answer when they both hear the doorbell ringing and she’s already nervous because she knows he’s here, one of their friends sent a message saying that they were five minutes apart from his house. Her best friend runs to the front door to greet his friends and she hears his laugh making her smile almost immediately, why on Earth he has to be that adorable? Not fair at all. She waves at them as soon as they’re on her field of vision. She holds her beer bottle a little tighter to keep her nerves under control, he’s looking better than the last she saw him if that’s even possible. One of her closest friends kisses her temple as a way of saying hello since she met him he became an older brother for her and she’d forever be grateful for having someone like him in her life. “How’s my favourite girl doing?” She smiles warmly at her nickname as she handles him a beer. “Your favourite girl is doing just fine, I can’t complain…I mean I have to deal with this human being daily, could be worse.” He laughs hitting his fist against hers.

Her eyes meet his and he smiles at her, and she has to control herself from sighing like a fifteen-year-old. He kisses her cheek, his hand resting on her waist and she feels close to fainting but she remembers that she’s no longer a teenager and she has to act like an adult, even around him. “It’s good to see you again, you look great.” He says the last sentence softly against her ear and she feels her spine tingle. “How’s your groin treating you? I haven’t seen you playing in what it feels like ages.” She keeps going to see the team in the home matches but she wasn’t gonna lie, she missed seeing him play, her friends as well but the feeling was slightly different. “It’s going slower than I thought but I’m getting better, I just want to play again. I feel like a five-year-old kid who's not allowed to play football at home.” He jokes seating next to her grabbing the beer bottle she handles to him “What about you?” “Basically working, nothing interesting to tell. That kind of boring life you aren’t used to” She says and her best friend frown as soon as he hears her words.

“You’re lying. You had a date a few days ago, that’s something we didn’t have, some of us, in a while.” He smirks because he gets exactly the reaction he wanted from both him and her. “It was horrible and you knew that. I’m not planning on going on another date for months now.” It was indeed horrible, he was a total jerk and she still doesn’t know how she hasn’t seen that coming earlier. “I told you I could find you the perfect date and yet you don’t want me to.” She rolls her eyes at him making the rest of them laugh. “I don’t trust your “good taste” in men…I’ve seen the women you’ve shared your bed with and…nope, I don’t wanna see the men version of your “good taste” but I love you still.” His mouth takes the shape of an “o” after her words shaking his head both sides. “Don’t worry, your perfect date is still out there, right man?” He says and she’s close to choking when he says that, with a smirk on his face. Another asshole as a friend. “Sure. He’ll show up whenever you less expect him to.”

The three of them are talking about she doesn’t know what, basically because she’s focused on not falling asleep against his shoulder. His hand is on her waist holding her against his body to make sure she’s still warm, he found himself doing it unconsciously. “Little bird, want me to drive you home? You’re falling asleep on our boy’s shoulder.” Her friend says reaching his hand out for her and she shakes her head. “Don’t worry. I’ll call an Uber, so you three can stay here. Thank you.” She gets up stretching the sleeves of her sweater covering her fist with them, yawning. And if the three of them find her adorable, after that the level of adorableness is over the moon. She walks into the house grabbing her stuff when she feels a pair of hands stopping her from doing it, and just with the touch she knows exactly who he is and of course, she’s right. “I’ll walk you home, okay? We’re not letting you grab an Uber even if it’s just a five minutes ride.” He leans on the couch, his legs crossed at his ankles looking at her with his head slightly tilted as he smiles at her warmly. “Don’t worry, it’s okay I swear.” She touches his forearm as a way of reassuring her words. “I know it’s okay that’s why I’m walking you home. As soon as you’re all ready, we’re leaving.” She tries to fight him back but she knows him good enough to know that he’s not gonna change his mind.

His arm is around her shoulder as they walk home, the air less warm than a few hours before and she’s thankful for having him closer to her. They’re walking in silence but it’s a comfortable one, they don’t need to talk, things have always been easy between them, they’ve never felt like they needed to talk. “Can I ask you something?” He asks out of nowhere and she’s surprised at his words, she frowns and he laughs touching her frown with his index finger making her smile “Don’t look at me like that.” “You scared me for a second, usually that sentence means nothing good.” She explains and actually, he recognizes she has a point there. “You’re right, but not this time. The whole not going on a date for a while thing…were you serious about that?” She freezes for a second, literally. She stops walking and she looks at him as if he’d grown a second head. “I…I mean…yes? I don’t know, I haven’t think about it seriously. Why?” She asks back and he scratches the back of his head looking at the pavement for a second to look at her eyes seconds later. “Just asking.” She simply lets out an “oh” and they keep walking in silence but this time, both of their minds are working too fast that you could see smoke running out of their heads.

She sees her apartment just at the end of the street and for a minute she wishes the walk would last more. She starts looking for her keys when they’re just a few steps away from her house. “I’ll wait until you’re safe inside. And remember to message the boys that you’re safe at home, okay?” His hands are on his back pockets and he’s looking at her warmly, she can see the tenderness in his eyes and she doesn’t wanna see him leave. “Thanks for walking me home, I’m sorry you have to walk alone now tho.” She hugs herself when she feels the cold breeze hits her face. “Don’t worry, I’m all grown up now, I’ll be fine.” He winks at her with a smile on her face reaching his eyes, and she could have died right there, under the city lights he was just stunning. She nods with a smile as a way of finishing the conversation, she’s about to open her door when she hears him calling her name at his back. “I’ve forgotten something important”

She opens her mouth to talk while she turns but he’s not giving her the time to talk because his lips are over hers within seconds. One of his hands is cupping her cheek while the other one is on the back of her neck when the reality finally hits her, she tugs the soft material of his jersey a smile breaking through the kiss. He’s the one breaking the kiss, just to breath and kisses her again when he realizes she’s not gonna run away. He leans his forehead against hers, giggling and it’s the best thing she has ever heard in her life. His thumbs stroking her cheeks when he finally breaks the kiss looking at her. “I could have been the perfect date for you” He softly whispers, as she hits him playfully in the chest, the heat reaching her cheeks as he laughs “If I ask for one…would you say yes?” “Within seconds. I’ve been dying for you to ask me to go on a date.” She confesses making him sigh, he should have done it months ago. “We can have breakfast tomorrow if you want to. I can pick you up at nine if it’s okay.” They don’t exactly when, but now their hands are intertwined and he’s playing with her fingers as they talk and it’s surprising to see how everything flows naturally when they’re together. “I can’t wait…”She whispers before he kisses her forehead wishing her a good night, again.

He had the intention to leave but his feet aren’t cooperating with him. He can’t leave now after he has kissed her for the first time, he still feels her lips over his and their warmth, how soft they were against his. He’s standing with his lips on her forehead, her hands holding his wrist. “I should get going…”He says more to ensure himself about what he should be doing rather than to explain to her his plans. “You should, yes.” None of them is moving, and he takes it as an opportunity to kiss her again.

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we belong together - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

12| Never Forget You

a/n: slightly smutty

april 2024| paris

Molly woke up to the bright sun shining through her bedroom window. It had been two weeks since she had seen either of the boys, both were away on international duty with their teams. She didn't know when they were due back, but she hoped it was today and specifically Julian. She got butterflies every time she thought about the German; she loved how wide his smile would go when he saw her or how beautiful his brown eyes sparkled when he spoke about football.

She stared at her phone and read the several text messages she had received today; it would have been a lot, after all, it was her twenty-eighth birthday today. She concentrated on the messages Kylian had sent her.

08:00am – Happy birthday mon amour. I love you.

08:30am – I miss you.

10:00am – Can I see you soon? Please.

11:30am – I'll be back in Paris today, I hope you have a wonderful day Moll, you deserve it.

Molly sighed and sent a quick reply. She didn't know why, but she found it hard to stay away from the Frenchman. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and proceeded to get ready for the day; she had received a message from Julian stating he was on his way to pick her up. She dressed herself in black leggings and a cropped black jumper, it might have been sunny outside, but there was still a cold breeze.

Molly opened the door to Julian, delighted to see his face. "I've missed you," he whispered. He pulled her into a hug, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to stroke her hair. He cupped her cheek and pecked her lips. "You look beautiful, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"You'll see," he smiled, intertwining their hands. He first collected a bag from his car, before shutting the trunk and grabbing her hand again. They strolled together around the streets of Paris, until they stopped at a random park. But it wasn't random. Molly instantly recognised their location; she turned to face Julian, who was staring back at her with a beaming smile. He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear. "Happy birthday Molly."

"How did you know where to find it?" she questioned. She remembered that day he was extremely lost, so finding the exact same park was not possible. Or was it? She eyed the German, who blushed and shrugged his shoulders. "Julian Draxler you little liar!" she teasingly poked his cheek. He chuckled, pulling out a blanket and placing it on the floor, patting the space next to him. She sat down and snuggled closer to him, he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted to do something for your birthday that you'll remember," Julian softly spoke. "Do you remember the time we came here?" she rolled her eyes and nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "That day will forever be etched on my mind."

"Why? Because you pretended to be lost and dragged me around nearly every street in Paris."

"No," he chuckled at her sudden burst of anger. He moved her body between his legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. "It's the first time I realised I had fallen in love with you."

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april 2024| paris

"What are we doing here Kylian?"

"We are baby shopping."

"Then why are we in this expensive boutique!" Molly loudly whispered. Kylian wasn't lying; he had mentioned to Rosalie that he wanted to start buying things for their unborn child, she agreed and allowed him to invite Molly. What she didn't realise was the meaning for the random shopping trip he suddenly wanted to participate in. "I don't see any baby stuff in here."

He smirked and softly brushed his fingers against the brunette's hand. "Because," he started. He noticed her looking at a dress and picked it up, ignoring her protests. "I am buying you a dress for your birthday party," he beamed. He placed a finger over her mouth to stop her from replying. "No arguments, now pick some out."

Molly went around and picked a few different outfits up, Kylian sat on the couch and watched her stroll into the fitting rooms. She bit her lip and gazed into the mirror, trying to stop the smile forming on her lips. "You shouldn't be here," she breathed, watching as Kylian's white trainers appeared at the bottom of the stall.

"I'd like to see what I'm buying," he quietly spoke. "Open the door and let me in, otherwise I'll do it myself."

Molly opened the door and rolled her eyes. Kylian's jaw nearly fell from his mouth, as he gawked at the matching lingerie she was wearing that barely covered her body. He gulped and swiftly pushed her inside, closing the door shut. "Why are you teasing me?" he murmured. He kissed her bare shoulder and ran his fingers down her stomach. "You are so beautiful. When I'm not with you, I'm always thinking about you," he whispered. He brushed his lips against her ear, slowly slipping his fingers beneath her panties. She fluttered her eyes closed and breathed in.

No matter how hard she tried, Molly knew she couldn't resist Kylian. If he wanted her, he was bound to find a way to have her and that included during a shopping trip his fiancé knew they were on. "I thought you wanted to see the dresses?"

"Mon amour," he smirked. He began to brush his fingers against the wet folds between her thighs, listening to her whisper quiet moans. "We already know you look great in everything."

Molly could only respond with a yelp, as she felt Kylian lift her body in his arms and press her against the wall. "Kylian," she moaned as he quickly slid inside of her. He hastily connected their lips, trying to muffle the moans as he continued thrusting inside of her at a rapid pace. She rolled her eyes back as she reached her climax, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

Kylian pulled out of Molly and released himself onto her bare thigh. He helped clean her up and kissed her lips. "Don't worry about the dresses, we'll buy them all," he smiled. He watched as she covered her body back up, still looking breathtakingly beautiful. She rolled her eyes and faced the mirror. "Let's go."

"Wow Kylian," Molly sneered. "I can't wait till you tell Rosalie what we found today," she loudly chuckled. She fixed her hair in the mirror and turned to face the Frenchman. "Never mind something for the baby, which we actually were supposed to be looking for. But a great place to fuck your ex-girlfriend, I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

"She'll understand," he shrugged. She shot him a questioning look, raising her eyebrow at him. He softly grazed a finger over her cheek and pecked her lips. "She deserves it anyway, she fucked Adam."

"Excuse me?" Molly whisper shouted. People were bound to have heard them by now, let's hope nobody interesting actually heard us. They didn't need their actions being posted over the front cover of every magazine in France. "I thought they only kissed? When did this happen?"

Kylian smirked at the confused look on her face. "After you told him about your affair with Julian," he winked. "He was drunk in a bar and called Rose, she picked him up and they talked at his hotel. And then they fucked. So, what we just did, is allowed."

"Not it isn't Kylian," Molly spat. She ran a hand through her hair and picked up her bag, exiting the changing room. Kylian followed her and paid for the dresses, winking at the brunette as he passed her the bags. They left the shop and walked back to the car, driving to his home. She parked the car up and turned off the engine, she turned her head to face the footballer. "Remember you started it. This isn't healthy for your relationship."

"Don't blame all this on me missy," he mocked. He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, closing the door and walking around to Molly's door. She rolled the window down, Kylian moved his head closer to hers. "You say this is bad, but you can't stop fucking me either," he leaned his lips to her ear and kissed the skin, before quietly whispering to her. "I can't wait to see you in that dress, I'm sure I won't be able to keep my hands of you."

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april 2024| paris

Julian paced around Molly's living room, his body was filled with rage. "I thought you stopped this," he spat. It was two days after Molly and Freddie's joint birthday party; the party in which she had spent all night secretly flirting with Kylian. Although, it didn't go unnoticed by the German, who watched with flared nostrils. "Do I mean fucking nothing to you?"

Molly flinched at his words, rubbing her hands over her face and groaning in frustration. "I don't know what to say," she muttered. A single tear fell down her cheek; Julian watched her and softened up, he knew he couldn't stay angry at her, she was his weakness and Kylian was hers. "I don't know why I do it. Believe me Julian, I am completely in love with you but something always draws me back to him."

"Please don't," he warned. Despite the love he felt for her, his anger surpassed it. "I don't know how much longer I can do this Moll," he sighed. "After everything he has done to you, you still pick him. Remember, he picked Rosalie over you. When he had a choice, he picked her. He didn't fight for you. He didn't run after you. He didn't contact you. He picked her, yet you still go back to him."

"You think I don't fucking know that!" Molly raised her voice and stood up. "I had to deal with my father dying and my boyfriend leaving me, I don't need you to keep reminding me of that."

The venom in her voice was evident, her sudden outburst had rendered Julian silent. "You keep saying you are there to help me, but what have you actually done bar fuck me?" she continued. "It doesn't matter anyway, because you can't fix me, nobody can."

He managed to calm himself down, ignoring the pure hatred of her words. He stood up and walked towards her, moving her to the couch and taking her hands in his. He rested his forehead on hers and listened to her breathing slow down, their lips drifting closer together. He placed a hand on the small of her back, instantly calming her down. His lips were so close to hers, they brushed against them when he spoke. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have done more. I don't want to control you, but I hate seeing you like this," he wiped a tear from her cheek, using his other hand to tilt her chin up. "You are the love of my life and I would do anything for you, if that means leaving you alone so you can get better then that's fine."

"I don't want you to leave me alone," Molly whimpered. She pressed her lips to Julian's, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap. She gazed into his glossy eyes and kissed his jaw. "I shouldn't have said those things. You have helped me Julian, in more ways than you can imagine," she traced her fingers through his hair. "I lost myself, but you found me. You saved me from the person I was becoming. But I'm still recovering and that's why I need to be on my own for a bit. I'm continuing to hurt the people I love and I need to fix that. But I want you to know that my love for you won't change; when I'm better, if you'll have me, I'm all yours."

Julian didn't bother responding straight away. He pressed his lips to Molly's and moved her beneath him, continuing to kiss the skin on her shoulder. She moaned and pulled him closer to her. He rested his forehead on hers and tenderly stroked her cheek. He knew this wasn't goodbye, but it still felt like it was the last time he would be seeing her. "From the day, I saw you in the carpark, I've been yours. I will continue to be yours until the day I die. I love you will all my heart."

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a/n: oh hey, it’s me again. the past few weeks have been SO busy. work is busy, my personal life if busy, BUT i now have time to post!!!

so... i have three (YES THREE) chapters left of this story, i can’t believe it’s coming to an end. hopefully i will let you know in the next coming days the schedule for the next chapters.

as always, thank you for reading/liking/commenting, it means the world xxx

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