Football Smuts

I Almost Told You That I Loved You. Ft. Sergio Ramos

Warning: strong sexual content that some readers may find offensive.

A fuck buddy should be someone you can call when you have an itch that needs to be scratched.
Someone you can drink dial at 4 is and have them come and fuck you until midday with no questions asked.
They should understand your needs and wants, and sometimes, depending on how long you've been fucking, before you know them yourself.

But the key point to a fuck buddy is that you must like them.

I stare across the room at him and grit my teeth. Sergio. I couldn't stand him. I hated his arrogance, his cockiness and his complete lack of respect.

But in bed, I loved him. I loved everything I hated about him, the way he'd treat me like I was nothing more than a whore. When we were together, I didn't want him to treat me nicely, tell me I was beautiful or make me feel special. He was there to provide me orgasms and not let me sit down for a week without feeling it in my pussy.

"If you don't stop glaring at me like that, I will have to fuck that look from your face." He states, his fingers pausing as they flip a page in a magazine. I sit back in the chair and lift the glass of vodka to my lips while giving him the middle finger. My latest flame had fizzled out, the spark wasn't there, and he'd done nothing for me in the bedroom. I'd called it off after he'd repeatedly rubbed at my lips and asked me, "do you like your clit being stroked like this?" I couldn't be with someone who had no idea about the female anatomy, who didn't bring out my fantasies and who stimulated me physically and mentally if we were to be dating. Frustrated, I'd sent Sergio a text message and asked him to be here. He'd turned up late and made me wait longer as he was expecting a phone call.
"What fucking use are you if you won't satisfy me?" I hiss at him and roll my eyes. He raises his eyebrow at me, his eyes still set on my face, but his jaw sets; a sure sign he's clenching his jaw, and I'm about to overstep that line. "You're slacking lately. I should find someone else." I comment and take another drink, enjoying how the white spirit pours heat down my throat as it moves.
His chest moves as he silently laughs and scoffs at my words. "Like you could find someone who treats you how you want to be treated. Don't make me laugh." He shakes his head and turns the page.
"What? Like a bored housewife? Sure, this shows me-" My words are cut off as he pushes himself to his feet, strides across the room and forces his lips on mine. He kisses me hard, lips prising mine apart, and his tongue mixes with mine.

Heat flushes my face, and I feel myself throb at his urgency.
"What about your call?" I ask smugly as he pulls back, his hands on the back of his shirt, and he tugs it over his head. His stomach muscles ripple as he moves, his biceps flex, and my eyes scan his tattoos, feeling me wetter and wetter. I loved his tattoos; I'd trace them after he'd fucked my brains out, and he was in a state of sleepy bliss.
"Fuck the call." He leans forward, his hand snakes around my neck, and he yanks me forward, pulling me to my feet before his fingers trace my hair and grip me by it. His mouth crashes back down on mine while his arm pins me to him, wrapping around my back, and he lifts my feet from the floor and walks me into the bedroom. Once there, he releases me from his hands, I drop to my feet, and he pushes me hard, forcing me to stagger backwards and land on the bed. "Bored little housewife, are you?" He growls at me as his hands find the buttons down the centre of my shirt. His fingers dip in the gap between the two pieces of fabric and pull them in opposite directions, sending the buttons flying across the room, exposing my breasts before he flips the switch on my high-waisted shorts, curls his fingers under the waistband and yanks them down my legs along with my underwear with such force that my hips burn. "Poor you. That desperate to get fucked good that you had to text me. Did that pain you, hmm?" Sergio crawls between my legs and admires my glistening thighs. "Did that pain you to know that the only person who can make you this wet is someone you detest?"