#borussia

your hands fisted in his shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath, evidence of the strength he possessed. his fingers dug into your waist, pulling you against him, leaving no room for escape or hesitation. heat flooded your core instantly, a intimate response to his closeness.

a warning bell rang in the back of your mind, that this is wrong. jude’s face flashed in your mind, his trusting smile a heavy difference to the thrill pulsing through your veins, but the ache between your legs drowned out any thread of guilt or doubt. jobe’s cock was already thick and pressing against your thigh through his jeans, proof of his desire for you.

“fuck, i’ve wanted this,” he whined against your mouth, voice rough with longing. his hand slid down, cupping your ass hard, “you taste so fucking good.” his words were a confession, raw and honest. “been thinking about your mouth every night while my brother’s off playing.” his admission hung heavy in the air between you, a dangerous secret that threatened to shatter the quietness you’d been clinging to.

a moan slipped from your lips, the sound vibrating in the small space between your bodies. your nipples tightened against the thin fabric of your shirt, aching for his touch, as he backed you toward the couch, his movements desperate and purposeful. the soft fabric of the cushions brushed against your legs, feeling his hard muscle pressing against you. the room seemed to shrink around you, the air growing warmer, thicker, changing with anticipation.

the steady pound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out the distant hum of noise. despite the slight, age gap, he moved with a confidence that was both intimidating and arousing.

jobe pushed you down onto the plush cushions, dropping to his knees between your spread thighs. his eyes locked onto yours, dark and desperate with need. “lift your hips, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “please— let me see that pretty pussy.” you obeyed without hesitation, shaking out of your pants and panties in simple movements. the cool air hit your wet folds, and you shivered, groaning at the sight of you laid bare before him, his fingers spreading you open with a gentleness that mimicked his earlier need.

“god— look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with amazement and lust. “dripping already. jude doesn’t deserve this cunt, yeah?” his words were a honest whisper in the quiet room, a heavy statement that sent a bloom of pleasure through your body.

his tongue dragged flat and slow from your entrance to your clit, little strokes that sent jolts of pleasure radiating through your body. you cried out, your voice echoing off the apartment walls, thighs clamping around his head in a desperate attempt for more. the wet heat of his mouth was overwhelming, slick, insistent, tasting every inch of you with a hunger that was almost overwhelming. he sucked your clit between his lips, the sensation sharp and sweet, two fingers sliding inside you with a filthy squelch that made your skin burn.

your inner walls clenched around him, the intimate muscles fluttering in response to his intrusion. “oh god, jobe— right there,” you gasped, your voice shaky with need. “fuck, your tongue feels so good.”

he pumped his fingers faster, curling them against that spot inside you that made your vision burst behind your eyelids. the record playing in the background skipped a beat, the sweet melody stuttering in time with your ragged breathing. you grabbed his hair, fingers deep in the dark curls as you ground down on his face. “eat me like you mean it,” you begged, your voice a quiet whine. “make me forget him.”

jobe moaned into your pussy, the vibration shooting straight through you. he added another finger, stretching you, filling you in a way that made your breath hitch. his free hand pinned your hip to the couch so you couldn’t escape the pleasure he was squeezing out of you.

the room seemed to pulse around you, the air mixed with sex and desire. the city lights outside drowned shadows across jobe’s face as he looked up at you, his eyes dark and desperate with need. the steady thump of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out the distant hum of noise below. despite the slight, age gap, he moved with a confidence that was both intimidating and arousing, he was younger, and hungrier.

his fingers moved inside you with a rhythm that was almost haunting, hitting that sweet spot, over and over until your vision blurred. the pleasure pulsed tight in your belly, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

your orgasm hit you like a harsh wave, a rush of pleasure that left your thighs trembling and your breath hitching in your throat. you came hard on his tongue, a gush of wetness coating his chin. he didn’t stop, his tongue continuing its relentless movements even as you wiggled beneath him. “that’s it,” he begged, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive skin. “come for me. i want to taste you.” his words were a dizzying mix of pleads and passion, making you feel both cherished and desired. “god, i’m so lucky,” he murmured, his breath hot against your slick folds. “soaking my face, yeah?”

his shirt was discarded in an instant, followed by his jeans which were shoved down with an impatient jerk. his cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. the sight of him, so raw, so ready, sent another blow of desire through you.

you reached for him, your fingers wrapping around the hot length of him. his skin was smooth and warm against your palm, his cock throbbing with a rhythm that matched your own racing heartbeat. “please,” he pleaded, his voice a gentle whisper that held an importance. “can i— may i put it inside you?” his question was both respectful and begging, a loving difference to the man that had just devoured you with his mouth.

his eyes held yours as he made his confession, the words tumbling from his lips like a secret. “i want to make love to my brother’s girlfriend.” the admission hung heavy in the air between you, the forbidden desire that had been fueled in the room.

“yes,” you breathed, your voice a whisper lost in the heavy silence of the room. you pulled him down towards you, your fingers tangling at the base of his neck. he lined himself up at your entrance, his cock, hot and hard against your slick folds, and then, with some smooth, deliberate strokes, he was inside you, filling you to the hilt. the stretch was sweet and sharp, a delicious sting that made your pussy flutter around him in a welcoming motion. you both groaned, a chorus of pleasure that echoed off the walls.

the couch beneath you creaked in protest as he started moving, deep, punishing thrusts that slapped of skin on skin. his scent surrounded you, every drag of his cock against your walls hit deep, each thrust a promise of pleasure yet to come.

“so tight,” he panted, his breath hot against your ear. his hand moved to your throat, gripping lightly but firmly. “this cunt was made for me— please— say it.”

“yours,” you gasped out, your nails raking down his back in a desperate bid for more. “fuck me harder, jobie. ruin me.”

with a mewl that sent shivers down your spine, he flipped you onto your stomach. he yanked your hips up, positioning you just right for him. the new angle let him pound deeper into you, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars.

one hand reached around to rub your swollen clit, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. the music played on in the background, but all you could hear were his grunts of pleasure, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together, and the rhythmic slap of his balls against you.

pleasure built again within you, a knot gathering strength. it was tighter this time, hotter, like a wildfire threatening to consume you from the inside out. you clung to him, your fingers digging into his sweat-slicked skin as you braced yourself for the powerful orgasm .

he leaned over your back, his chest a warm, solid presence against your spine. his teeth grazed your shoulder, an obvious difference to the softness of his lips. “gonna fill you up, baby,” he moaned into your ear, his voice rough with desire. “g-gonna send you back to jude with my cum leaking down your thighs.” the dirty promise, whispered against your skin, pushed you over the edge.

“j-jobe— baby—” your voice was a ragged whisper, the words barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. you could feel him inside you, his cock throbbing in time with your pulsing walls. the sensation was beautiful, a delicious grip that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your skin.

you came again, your walls pulsing around him in a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your heart. your vision blacked out, the world quieting down to the feel of him inside you, and the sound of your own ragged breaths.

jobe followed you over the edge with a broken moan that echoed in the quiet room. his cock jerked inside you, pumping thick ropes of warmth deep within you, his hips stuttered against yours, each thrust evidence of his own pleasure.

he stayed buried deep inside you, his body a comforting weight on top of yours. both of you were breathing hard, the only sounds in the apartment, the hum of the record player and the pounding of your hearts. guilt flickered at the edges of your mind, but it was quickly drowned out by satisfaction, pleasure, and carelessness.

the soft press of jobe’s lips against the skin of your neck sent a shiver of delight skipping down your spine, his kiss lingering like a whispered secret on your skin. his breath, warm and slightly ragged, ghosting over the sensitivity of your ear, his smile against your skin.

“please— stay the night,” he murmured, his voice a low, sweet plea that carried deep within you. the words were soft as silk, yet they held an edge of desperation that tugged at something within your chest. his breath shook slightly as he spoke, lips brushed against your earlobe, a feather-light touch that sent electricity sparking through you. the sensation was intoxicating, allowing anticipation, that left you breathless.

“with me.” the words weighted heavy, they were an invitation, a plea, and a promise all rolled into one. you could feel them pressing against your skin, their meaning oozing into your pores and settling deep within your bones.

“yes…” your voice was a breathless whisper. the room was still, you could feel the heat of his body against yours, his chest rising and falling in time with your own. his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, a soothingness to the lingering echoes of pleasure that still pulsed through you. “okay—”

his breath hitched, a small sound of surprise that sent cold towards your skin. you could feel his heart beating against your back, a steady rhythm that matched the beat of your own. his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer against him. the warmth of his body was a comfort, a sweetness in the aftermath of your shared pleasure.

“but don’t tell jude?” the question was a soft plea, whispered into the quiet room. you could feel the tension in his body, proof to the importance of your answer. his fingers stilled on your skin, his breath warm against your ear.

“wouldn’t dream of it.”

Unsymbadisch behavior from Freiburg... my favorite club deserves to be mean sometimes xD <3

I still want them both to be women...... 0:3 (yes that's the score but that's also me with a halo because of my innocent wish)

Freiburg has thick thighs and strong legs because of all the cycling she does. But also I like it if Freiburg's a guy, it's kinda fun to see him look way younger than his age because of his robust youth academy and emphasis on young players, as well as his not being allowed to grow a beard by the DFL's PR bullshit.

bigender freiburg when?