#drabbleland

“did you really think, i wouldn’t see it?” erling muttered against the shell of your ear. his voice a poisonous mixture of raspy and deep. the choice of words he used in the past hour have been nothing else than pure evil. just like his actions. the endless teasing of his fingers, pulling them out before you completely reached your orgasm.

the multiple denials, only because a deep, painful jealousy gnawed at his heart. erling’s hawk eyes found you in the crowd after the game, and were forced to witness an indescribable scene. the sweet giggles, which were like the peaceful melody of an angel, escaped your mouth so carelessly. that man, dressed in the signature baby blue jersey raised an arm. fingertips slowly caressed over your smooth skin. just a small contact, someone’s dirty and unworthy hands touching what belonged to him.

the celebration was forgotten, skipped without an apology as erling almost forcefully dragged you towards the car. it was exactly how you ended up, sprawled out on the double sized bed. legs spread, trembling and too heavy to even lift them an inch. erling’s hips snapped against yours, the warm arousal glistened on the insides of your thighs and left wet stains on the duvets beneath.

a hand buried in the long blonde strands of the footballer. short nails scratching over his scalp while his red-covered face was nuzzled into the side of your neck. “you’re mine, you get that?” his grunts interrupted the sentences, the deep breaths between the words caused a dark satisfaction to settle in between you and him.

“are you listening? you’re fucking mine. none of those dirty bastards are allowed to touch you so sincere.” with each spoken syllables, erling slammed his hips against your. diving deep into your warmth and wetness, spreading you out further than the weeks before and growing the force. “tell me.”

he ordered, stilling his hips. the tip of his erected dick stayed between your pussy lips, preparing for another thrust. but he wouldn’t give you the allowance for a release if you wouldn’t be able to obey him. head thrown back, strands scattered around your head and over the pillows. eyes closed tightly, mouth widely open and prepared to feel the indescribable waves of pleasure and ecstasy. “i’m yours, erling. only yours.” you whimpered, bottom lip quivering from the intensity of the treatment.

“FriENds? With moi? You’re so sWEET! Of cOUrse, I’ll be your frienD~” Wilford picked up the tiny treasure chest on his desk and opened it.

 He took out a piece of candy with a silver wrapper. The candy was oddly rectangular.

Wilford held out the candy, “Since we’re frieNDS, you can hAve a piece of candyy <3″ He handed the candy over to you. “It’s not EVEry day that I give OUt one of my sil-ver sweeTs~” He smiled and lifted his chin up.

“Wilford, how did you give-” The hardworking editor was interrupted by Wilford.

i do like to think that with jude it’s also a little mixture. but this time between quality time and physical touch.

just imagine, how busy that man must be. he‘s always playing, always giving interviews and probably one of the most popular players on the entire time. if you see anything dortmund related, jude has to be around to represent the club as well.

so when he has a couple of hours or maybe even a day off, he will use any chance to spend time with you. even if it‘s just the chance to watch an episode of your favourite series, or to invite you on a coffee date in one of those sweet, hidden coffee shops which allowed you a little bit of privacy together.

days off are planned with you, without a doubt. he should be sprawled out on the couch and relax his exhausted muscles but instead, he‘s preparing something very sweet for you. like a home made dinner, or even picks you up from work or university to make sure, he has enough time with you before having to go back to his busy schedule again.

which also happens to be a reason for him to invite you to any game. make sure, you can travel to another town safely, mostly with him. after the game, you‘re the first person he goes to. just asking if he did good because your opinion matters the most to him.

so, any free minutes belongs to you.

also, physical touch. jude's addicted to your smile, and the way your cheeks are blemished by a soft cherry red when his lips place a lingering kiss on your jaw or your shoulder. little pecks all around your body. sometimes underneath the ear, some days just casually on the tip of your nose. jude always found a different place on your skin, his soft, pillow-like lips haven't came in contact yet.

he's such a hugger? he loves to have his arm around your waist, draped over your shoulder when a little alcohol infiltrated his system and made the situation much comfortable than the up-tight interview on the panel. fingertips always caressed over your skin, brushing your hair off your shoulder, drawing along your jaw, pulling your bottom lip away from the gnawing of your teeth because it would drive him insane.

the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

his heavy pants filled your ears. the way he muttered your name so sweetly in between with the french accent you loved so dearly. it didn’t matter how sweaty he already was, when benjamin arrived at home. a particular hard training session which lasted way too long for your liking.

but it also gave you the greatest opportunity to play a little game with your boyfriend. one picture was enough to have him speeding home, and wandering straight towards your bedroom, with you in his arms. those same limbs that were draped over benjamin’s broad shoulders. colored nails scratched over his already tanned skin, leaving thin lines of red in different shapes all over his back and spine.

with each new attempt of spreading more claw marks over his body, benjamin’s teeth found your earlobe. teeth carefully biting on the sensitive skin, coaxing another loud, sinful sound out of your throat. “i love you so much, cherie.” he muttered, groans interrupting the heartwarming confession as your warm walls tightened around his dick.

those were exactly the words, noelle whispered against her father's ear before running of into the colorful building which has been her kindergarten for over two years. she always loved being around other children, and even without knowing her father, noelle became a pretty popular child with her bubbly personality.

a trait, she inheritated from her father, without a single doubt. but when benjamin had a couple of days off, and decided it was his turn to pick up the little princess from kindergarten and you could come along, he did not imagine what he was forced to witness.

loose curls framed her gentle face so perfectly, the same chestnut brown strands as her father had. a messy little bun on the top of her head, the others falling loosely over her shoulders and the wine red fabric of her summer dress.

she was holding a little box in her tiny hands, the muffins you made for her late last night, because she wanted little gifts for her friends. but noelle wasn't surrounded by a group as she always tells at home, she was seated on a wooden bench. beside her, a blonde boy, a wide toothy smile on his face as he accepted one of the muffins with repeating nods.

"oh no, look how he looks at her!" benjamin swatted his hand against your upper arm, standing at the gate and waiting for noelle to notice the two of you. the sight of another boy, making his little girl smile and giggle, broke his heart.

"hell, he's stroking her beautiful curls." he whined, pained by the situation and truly starting to hate the fact that he wanted to pick up the little girl. "what are you doing with her, when i'm not home?" benji immediately questioned you, turning away from the disturbing image and towards you. calloused palm pressed tightly against his forehead, he almost looked like he was about to faint.

"ben, she's just being nice." you retorted, rolling the eyes about is overdramatic behavior and pointing a hand towards the two little children on the bench. but it definitely was the wrong timing to turn benjamin's undivided attention to his princess, the woman he loved as much as you, and was way too protective of.

the blonde boy beside noelle leaned closer to her with a giggle, pressing a very chaste kiss between laughter on the rosy cheeks of the brunette girl. and if benjamin wasn't having a heart attack the moments before, it was definitely happening now. hand clutched over his chest, the heart hammering against his chest as he could not believe what he had to witness.