Football Smuts

Richarlison smut

Your boyfriend wasn't the type to let feelings get to him. he always seemed to find the half-full glass in everything around him, making you follow his positivity and radiance. However, sometimes the anger got to him.

It was after a game. It wasn't going great for his team, and you could only feel the anger radiating off him by looking at him. You felt sorry for him, but you knew this game didn't define him. Richardson was a great athlete, and you were sure it was just a bad day for him.

"I'm sorry-" you tried to say as you tried to put your arm around him, but he took a step further, leaving you hanging.

He didn't say anything, completely ignoring you. You were hurt, but you comforted yourself with the thought that this was better than shouting at you.

The drive to the hotel was pure silence. Richardson didn't even look in your direction, and the whole situation made you uneasy.

You finally had enough when you entered the hotel room, finding the courage to talk to him.

"Could you at least say something?" you asked, your back against the wall.

Your boyfriend was starting to change, getting off his hoodie, leaving him shirtless. You looked at his back, his muscles arching when he heard your voice.

"y/n, if I say something, I'll end up taking out my anger on you, so let it be." he finally answered, frustrated by my naivety.

You gulped, fidgeting with your fingers as you decided to confront him further.

"then do it; take it out on me." your boyfriend stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to look at you.

He knew that you didn't mean that innocently. he knew by the way you stood in front of him that you didn't mean for him to go and shout at you or to rant his anger out. He figured out pretty quickly you told that sexually.

"I'll hurt you."

You thought he didn't say no, hoping he would accept your idea. You decided to step further, putting your arms around his shoulders. This time he gave in to your touch, exhaling deeply.

"We have a safe word," you whispered, your eyes begging him to touch you.

That's all it took for him to wrap his fingers around the frame of your neck, pushing you against the nearest wall. You didn't have time to react, his lips against yours in seconds.

You ultimately gave in to his touch, your mouth letting out soft whimpers. His other hand found your lower back, moving it further down, squeezing all your weak spots.

Soon enough, you found the bed, and he pushed you in without a word, leaving you breathless. He started to take off your clothes, nearly ripping the materials because of his harshness. His usual, careful manner was long gone.

He would always take his time with your body, teasing you until you had to beg him to give it to you, but not tonight. He didn't even look at you as he took off his boxers.

"on all fours, anjo."

his words caused shivers down your spine, but you obeyed him, knowing better than not to follow his orders during intercourse. You turned around, your back arching, as you spread your legs in front of you.

You heard him murmur a "fuck" as he massaged you for a couple of seconds, just enough to spread the wetness around your core. He didn't wait longer, aligning himself with your entrance.

He pushed himself fully without giving you time to adjust, and you pushed your head into the pillows, overwhelmed by the sudden action. With each thrust, he started to move faster and harder, making you a moaning mess.

His hand found your hair, pulling you towards him by it. You clenched around him, the unexpectedness of the movement turning you on.

"always so desperate for my attention," he said, anger radiating from his words.

You let out a louder moan in response, closing your eyes as you felt him deep inside you. a harsh slap was soon delivered to your ass, making your eyes watery.

"answer," he said, dissatisfied by my lack of words.

"always so desperate for you," you repeated after him, letting your head fall back against the soft pillows.

His hands gripped your hips for stability, his demeanour harsher and harsher.

"good girl"

the words made you nearly lose it all, absorbing the white sheets due to it all. You turned your head to the side, trying to get a look at him - his torso full of sweat, his eyes half closed due to the pleasure.

"c-close." you managed to say, continuing to look at him.

He nodded, gripping your hips tighter, making sure he left marks on the soft skin. He was chasing his release; his real anger translated into movements.

"then come with me."

that was all you needed, your eyes closing as you felt the high wash over you. You could feel his release, adding to the pleasure of it all. Your legs were shaking, and you would nearly fall on the bed if it weren't for Richardson's grip.

Let's say that the night went more calmly from then on.