Football Smuts

Leo Messi

Attending parties thrown by my brother was never my thing, let alone chaperoning them. But today, I had to. Today I lost a bet to Sergio, and now I was, stuck in an uncomfortable tight dress, in an uncomfortably loud club with painful heels on, walking around with a tray full of drinks.

My straight brown hair kept falling onto my face, and my heels kept getting caught on the stairs, which led to the booths. I was miserable and clumsy in high footwear, so I tripped and spilled the drinks all over my favourite red dress. God, I hated Sergio for this. Thankfully, I landed on my knees rather than flat on my face, and not many people seemed to have noticed my utter embarrassment except for one individual. An individual caught my eye when he walked in, and I'm guessing I grabbed his attention because he kept staring at me. Lionel Andres Messi a name known by all and adored by many. Except if you supported my brother's team, you would likely end up hating him in that case.

But I honestly didn't give a shit. And I continued not giving any shits as he bent down to help, and I gave even the least shits when he asked, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I chuckled, "just got my dress all wet and sticky."

"Here, let me help you with that," Lionel smiled, his dimples captivating me as he began to pick up the scattered pieces of the broken glass. I smiled, helping him return everything to the tray before we both got back to our feet.

Instantly, I placed the tray onto the bar and grabbed the top of my dress, scrunching my nose in disgust at the stickiness of my chest, which caught my fingers. A groan subconsciously emitted from my lips, making Leo chuckle before extending a napkin towards me.

"Thanks, but I don't think that's going to do much," I sighed, dropping my hands back to my sides.

"Well then, let's get you properly cleaned up, shall we?" He suggested, ushering for me to follow him out of the crowded area and down a long hallway. The farther we walked, the lighter the music got until we reached a private room. Kind of like those dressing rooms celebrities had backstage. I didn't even know this room existed, so I wondered how he knew.

"Neymar threw a party here once," Leo spoke up as if he'd read my mind. "You know Neymar, right?" The eye-catching male closed the door after following me inside. "I'm Sergio Ramos' sister," I chuckled sarcastically, "of course I know who Neymar is."

"Sergio's sister, huh? I'd heard you were attractive, but I never imagined it like this." An instant blush crept onto my face, and I lowered my head, trying to hide it with my hair, but I'm pretty sure he noticed, judging by how he snickered cheekily.

I stood there awkwardly, my head hanging low as Lionel disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a wet towel.

"Here," He mumbled as he neared me, reaching over to the top of my dress and beginning to wipe away the big stain himself. I gulped, noticing how close we were, and I guess he felt me staring because Leo raised his head from my chest and returned the gaze I was giving him. I froze, gulping once again.

A small smile stretched across his face, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed the towel from the top of my dress to my nearly exposed chest, wiping roughly yet slowly and causing droplets of water to trickle down my boobs soak my bra. He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran his tongue over his lips and smugly cocked his head to the side, anticipating my reaction.

I could no longer take it. My hands acted out on their own when they gripped the nape of his neck, and I suddenly crashed my lips onto his, taking him by surprise, it seemed, because it took him a while to react. But when he did, he tossed the towel to the side, snaked his arms around my waist, pushed my body up against his and kissed me back so forcefully my knees began to buck.

His tongue invaded my mouth without seeking permission, making me moan lowly and grab for his belt. After unbuckling it and unbuttoning his jeans, I pushed them down to his ankles. Leo broke the kiss, gasping for air only for a millisecond before attacking my neck in wild kisses. He stepped out of his jeans while doing so, then mumbled "jump" against my skin and who was I to deny that?

Jumping, I wrapped my legs around his waist quickly, making my dress rise from mid-thigh to just below my pantie line. Lionel wasted no time walking me to the nearest wall and pushing me against it. As he did so, the visible hard-on through his boxers pressured my lady button, and I could not withhold my loud moan at the oh-so-pleasuring friction created through the rough contact.

I tilted my head back in pleasure, my hand tugging his thin shirt to stop him from sucking on my neck. Leo got the hint.

He pulled away to pull his shirt off, then attacked my lips again, not even giving my eyes a chance to linger on the beautiful sight of his toned stomach. I gladly kissed back, anyway, but soon we were both out of air again and had to part, resting our foreheads against each other to breathe.

I took that as a chance to eye him up and down shamelessly, to take in his bare chest and all those abs, to take a glance at his complex and to run my hands up and down his body before tangling them within his hair. "I'm so wet for you," I moaned, looking him dead in the eye as I did so, waiting for his reaction.

One of his hands travelled from my waist to his, and he slowly shoved his boxers down, not breaking eye contact with me once. Then, the sides of his lips tugged into a highly sexy smile, and he pushed my panties to the side. And finally, Leo plunged into me so roughly I couldn't hold back the frightening scream that left my lips.

Not even waiting for me to adjust to his size, the attractive male pulled out, only to thrust right back in with the same amount of pressure.

"Lionel," I moaned, arching my back and circling my hips against his. "Mi Amor," He husked into my ear seductively, his hands groping my breasts before he buried his face, kissing and sucking, driving me insane.

"Faster," My voice came out a playful whine. "Beg for it," He mumbled against my skin. "Please, Leo," I obliged, waiting for my requests to be fulfilled.

"Louder."

"Please, Lionel, I need you to fuck me," I moaned so loud the club would have been able to hear me if it weren't for the loud music vibrating through the walls.

"Good girl," He murmured, nudging his nose against mine as he began picking up his pace. His thrusts came quicker and rougher, making my body shake with pure ecstasy, and moans echoed through the room uncontrollably. By the way that motivated him, I guess he was fond of the sounds he made me make, and it wasn't long after we both came in unison.

Leo rode out or high, pecking my lips one more time before carrying me over to the black leather couch at the centre of the room. And I was thankful since I doubted I could walk properly after that. Especially not in heels.

"Your brother would kill us, wouldn't he?" Leo chuckled, sliding in next to me.

I sighed, resting my head on his bare chest before answering. "If he didn't make me chaperone this stupid party, I probably wouldn't have spilled that liquor on my dress and this wouldn't have happened. So if he found out and got pissed, I hope he considers it as revenge. Not that I cared, anyway."