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@mertigne
there's a lorenzo lovingly annoying a dries during a cabaret show
Babies 🔥💕
Ugly Mertigne One Shot / nsfw
If he had to explain how it all happened, Lorenzo didn't know how to say it. He'd like to say that it was Dries who pushed him and stressed him until it happened, or that it happened by mistake, that it wasn't his fault at all. But the truth is, it was. It was his fault.
It was all Lorenzo's fault. No one pushed him into Dries' arms. No one forced him to spend time with his team mate.
It was all Lorenzo's fault. Because Dries was so beautiful it wasn't impossible not to be around him. Not in a physical way - not just physical, anyway. He was nice, smart, a funny guy, and he was sweet, and it was so easy to talk to him. And he was a bright person, an explosion, always talking with his high-pitched voice, and moving around non-stop. And yes, he was very good looking, with his fairy looking face, those weird soft lips and the sad curve of his eyes.
And it was all Lorenzo's fault that it happened, because being around Dries felt just good, he felt lighter, happier - and sometimes burning, when he was naked in the shower, after a match, and Dries was two steps away, naked as well, under the hot water jet.
It was all his fault because Dries was like a magnet to him, Lorenzo couldn't keep his hands off that guy, he forgot the concept of personal space when they were together. He needed to keep the contact with him physically, even if it was just an arm thrown casually around his shoulder while the Coach was talking to them, or the intentional brushing of the side of his thigh with Dries' one while they were on the bus. He needed to feel Dries' warmth somehow to feel calm when he was around.
And it was all his fault they ended up fucking. He could not blame anyone else because he wanted it. Damn, he wanted it and it was so wrong to want him, when he had a wife waiting for him at home. It was so, so wrong to feel the need to kiss his lips, to feel the need of digging his finger hard into Dries' hips, licking the curve of his neck, sliding inside him roughly, skin on skin, feeling Dries holding him so tight he was afraid they were going to break and combine into one only body.
It was all his fault, because he's the one who decided to play that stupid 20 questions game. Which obviously got into hot topics and sexual questions.
"Are you into guys?"
"Are you?"
"You didn't answer"
"God, yes Dries, I am"
"Me too. But you knew it already. Wasted question. My turn again. Have you ever done... anything, with a guy?"
"I have. What do you like to do?"
This didn't even made Dries flinch. "I like to take it." That bastard. "In my mouth." That little, shameless bastard. "All the way down. What do you like to do?"
At that point, Lorenzo's heart was pounding like crazy, he could almost feel every vein pulsing under his skin. "I'd like to receive a blowjob. Would you like to give me one?"
Now Dries looked a little caught off guard. In fact, it took a moment to hear a word from him. "Lorenzo..."
"Would you?"
Dries' eyes didn't move an inch from Lorenzo's. "God only knows how much I would."
That was it. That was the last straw. Lorenzo couldn't hold back anymore, he grabbed Dries by his hair and pulled him closer enough to smash his mouth against Dries' mouth. Just the time of a kiss, rough and violent, and the belgian's hands were already down his pants. And nothing felt more right, in the moment.
He felt guilty when he left Dries's house, after telling him that it had been a mistake that they should have never brought up anytime, for any reason. And Dries agreed.
And it was Lorenzo's fault because it happened again, and this time, it wasn't just mouths and hands. It was everything, and they were naked and alone, under the water in the shower, after practice, and Lorenzo told him to get on his knees, again, and it went further, because while Dries was wiping himself with the sponge just moments before, Lorenzo couldn't keep his eyes off his small back. And now Dries was offering it to him, getting to all four. How could he turn down the offer when Dries was just right in front of him, asking?
Again, once the got out of the shower, the silence fell between them and they got dry and clothed without saying a word. Lorenzo didn't even have the time to tell him "see you tomorrow" before leaving. He send a text before he got to sleep. "I'm sorry for leaving you without a word. But this is wrong and I can't do it. Please, do not talk about this to anyone."
Dries didn't text back. And the day after, he didn't even talk to him, no, actually, he didn't even look at him. Until Lorenzo grabbed him by the arm before he left the locker room.
"Don't touch me, and don't worry. I won't say a word" he said, with a hurted voice, before pushing away Lorenzo's hand.
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you."
"And why do you wanted to talk me? You wanted to remember me that it was a mistake? I got it. It won't happen again, even though you started it." And he had the saddest of eyes, while he spoke those words.
"Please, don't do this..."
"Don't worry, I'm done. I've got nothing else to say to you. See you tomorrow, unfortunately."
He didn't talk to him for some days, then Lorenzo talked to him, and apologized again, and told him he wanted to be friends with him. And Dries forgave him.
And then, it happened again. This time, it happened at a "working dinner", before Christmas. Dries was in front of him, prittier than ever in that elegant suit, making him think about 100 inappropriate things, like benting him on that table in front of everyone, or tightening that tie around his neck while fucking him. Oh, the things he did to Lorenzo. And Dries knew. Oh, if he knew. Lorenzo was ridiculously obvious. Not just that night. And as much as Dries tried to tease him, licking the spoon in a dirty way and making his cheek take an obscene shape with food, or rubbing his foot against Lorenzo's leg under the table, Lorenzo waited the end of the dinner to go to the bathroom. He waited a moment, sure that Dries would have followed him. And he was right. Dries was there a moment later, closing the door and locking it.
This time, when they finished and Lorenzo tried to speak, Dries preceded him. "I know. It's wrong."
"It is" Lorenzo said. "But I can't help it. God, I don't know what you do to me. But I have Jenny. And I shouldn't, you know I really shouldn't be doing this with you or with anyone else. And that I can't give you anything else than this and my friendship."
"I know. I don't want anything else."
"Good. Because I can't keep my hands off this cute little butt you've got."
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Ok. This was part 1. There's gonna be a part 2. I don't know when. It's 5.30 in the morning here, and I need to sleep. Bye. Let me know just if it's worth a part 2 or not, so I don't waste my time writing something into another language, lmao. K. Bye.
calleti doing a calleti face i love him
that supportive friend™ who tells you you're doing good when you're doing shit.
This is my late xmas present for you, my Mertigne lovely shippers.
I'm just gonna leave this here.
that moment when you're whatching your own instagram storiesʼ archive and find MERTIGNE MATERIAL. oh, i'm gonna gif that.
Verratti asked about Insigne’s injury.
18.10.24 napoli vs PSG
@lorenzo-insigne e guarda nella prima gif a sinistra chi passa.
He already has a boyfriend, sorry to disappoint you. I’m going to add other gifs because I can’t find some important ones through tags.
Ok I could add more, but you could just take a look on my blog or, even better, on @lorenzo-insigne through the "mertigne" tag.
He already has a boyfriend, sorry to disappoint you. I'm going to add other gifs because I can't find some important ones through tags.
SSC Napoli x Epico
"Dries"? More like Mertigne, but 👌🏻.