Football Smuts

Neymar & CR7

Knowing both Cules and Madridistas, you'd think the opposing teams' relationship would be strictly about business– both on and off the pitch. At least, that's what I thought until this morning when Neymar called to invite me over. Everyone is coming, he told me. But when he said everyone, I didn't know he meant the Real Madrid players were invited. They were in town for El Clasico, and apparently, the team players would always get together a few days before the kick-off.

So here we sat, Neymar, Cris and I, after everyone else had left. The two males held PS4 controllers as they played their fifth match of FIFA. "Guys," I whined, pouting. "Could we at least play a game that I could be included in? Like the call of duty or something?"

"You know I hate call of duty (Y/N)," Neymar mumbled, keeping his eyes on the screen while Cristiano blatantly ignored me.

Huffing in annoyance, I marched to the flat-screen TV before switching it off. "Hey!" The pair yelled in protest, Cristiano throwing his hands in the air while Neymar shot me a deadly glare.

"Now that I have your attention," I tilted my head to the side, innocently batting my lashes. "Let's play truth or dare."

"Truth or dare?" Cris snorted. "What are we, high school kids?"

I rolled my eyes at his ignorant remark before crossing my arms over my chest. "Strip truth or dare, then?" I could see Ronaldo's eyes glistening in approval before he plopped down on the ground, sitting cross-legged. "Alright," Neymar shrugged, taking a seat next to him. I grinned as I approached them. "Irina wouldn't mind, would she?" I teased, plopping down in front of them.

"I'm a single man," Cris shrugged.

"Let's get started then!" I clapped my hands together in excitement. These games always ended mischievously.

"Neymar, truth or dare?" I grinned in his direction. The brown-skinned male hesitated in contemplation before going with a dare. "I dare you to... Run around the neighbourhood screaming: "I'm a dick! And everyone hates me!" Until I tell you to stop. "

"Hell no," Neymar gave me a look telling me I was crazy before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.

"Wuss," Cris snickered, turning to face me. "(Y/N), truth or dare?" "Truth," I quickly replied.

"Have you ever accidentally grabbed someone's butt?"

"I always grab people's asses, and it's never on accident," I shrugged, causing both guys to laugh. "It's true," Neymar sighed, shaking his head in amusement. "Cris, truth or dare?" Neymar asked. "Dare."

"I dare you to... Swap shirts with (Y/N)."

Cris mumbled an okay before pulling his shirt off and tossing it towards me. I grabbed the black material swiftly before taking off my crop top and handing it to him. I could feel their eyes lingering on me for a second too long before I pulled Cris' shirt over my head. His strong scent invaded my nostrils, but I'm not complaining. It was highly oversized but comfy.

Cris, on the other hand, didn't seem very pleased with my top. He looked hilarious, to say the least, my purple top stopping just under his nipples. Neither Neymar nor I could control our laughter at his sight, and even though he seemed amused too, Cris held back from laughing and rolled his eyes at us instead.

"(Y/N) truth or dare?" Neymar asked after his laughter died down. "Dare." "Streak around the neighbourhood," Neymar smirked. "Are you crazy?!" I yelled at him, my eyes widening in disbelief. "If you don't want to, you could always strip." He shrugged knowingly. I grumbled in annoyance before pushing myself up and unbuttoning my skinny jeans. I pulled the thin material down my legs, revealing my black laced panties, before tossing the pair to the side.

The game went on, and soon enough, Cris was left in nothing but boxers, Neymar was butt naked, a pillow covering his manhood– not that we hadn't seen it, and I sat in Cris' oversize shirt, with no bra underneath, and my panties. My nipples hardened at the sight of the two attractive men sitting before me.

"Staring?" Neymar grinned cockily. "I could take the pillow off if you'd like, princess?" I rolled my eyes at him. "As if."

"I can see your nipples hardening (Y/N)." Cris teased. "And considering the weather isn't cold–"

"Yeah, and I'm well aware of your boner, Cris." I shot back.

"Truth or dare, (Y/N)?" Neymar grinned mischievously. "Dare," I replied. "Admit it. You're horny right now." "Fine. I'm horny; I mean, what can I say? Cris is pretty hot," I licked my lips, holding back a smile, knowing I'd probably offended Neymar's ego.

"Really?" Cris smirked, leaning into me. "If that's the case, then...." His finger trailed up my chest before he pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me. "I can take care of that." His words came out low and seductive before he kissed me passionately. His right hand cupped my cheek while he held himself up with his left hand. Cris brushed his hardening bulge against me, earning a low moan in return.

He smirked into the kiss before he shoved his tongue down my throat. His tongue explored my mouth freely while he ground himself against me several times. Cris then pulled away and began trailing kisses down my neck. He lifted his shirt slightly and began planting wet kisses down my stomach. "You–" kiss, "look–" kiss, "so–" kiss, "good–" kiss, "in my shirt." He planted one last kiss just above the outline of my panties before his finger rubbed me teasingly through the fabric. I jolted up so that I was in a seated position. "Please," I whimpered, making eye contact with Cris, who had his head between my thighs. "Please, what?" His hot breath fanned my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan. "Don't tease me." I pleaded, pouting down at him.

Cris chuckled before pulling my panties down. He locked eyes with me as the tip of his tongue massaged my clit, filling me with pure bliss. I kept eye contact, unable to conceal my loud moans as he licked down to my slit and then back up again. His big hands massaged my thighs expertly, and I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I sealed them shut. "Cris," I moaned, my hands finding their way into his perfectly jelled hair. I pulled and tugged at the black strands, moaning loudly. "I-I'm gonna c-come," I hissed, thrusting encouragingly. "Come for me, baby," he mumbled against my throbbing sex. His words threw me over the edge, and in absolutely no time, I released my juices, feeling nothing but pure ecstasy running through my veins.

"Fuck," I mumbled, catching my breath.

Cris didn't bother fighting the cocky smile off his face as he darted his tongue over his lips. "You taste good."

I flushed in embarrassment, my eyes landing on Neymar, who didn't change his position. His mouth hung open, and an amazed expression controlled his face. That's when an idea crossed my mind. "You didn't think I'd forget about you, did ya?" I bit onto my lower lip before getting down on all fours and crawling his way.

He sat there, speechless, as I was inches away from his face.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," I whispered, kissing him tenderly. I pulled away and brought my lips to his ear. "I'm going to make you cum faster than you can say hello," I planted a kiss below his ear, then trailed kisses down his neck. My kisses got sloppier as I reached his toned abs, and I licked my way down his happy trail before looking up at him through my lashes. "Stand up, big boy."

In a blink of an eye, he was on his feet, gulping in anticipation. I got down on all fours before taking his dick into my mouth. "Fuck!" Neymar groaned while I flicked my tongue over his head.

As soon as I started bobbing my head up and down, two strong hands gripped my thighs before Cristiano slammed into me from the back. I whimpered once he pulled out, then thrust back in, causing Neymar to grab a fistful of my hair and shove himself deep down my throat, making it hard for me to hold back from gagging.

Cristiano picked up his pace, thrusting in and out of me quicker and quicker. Meanwhile, Neymar mumbled profanities under his breath before he came into my mouth. I swallowed, looking directly into his eyes, and he collapsed onto the couch behind him. "Fuck, (Y/N)," Cris grumbled, his hard twitching inside me before he came. He rode me out and collapsed next to me.

Our pants fogged up the room, and after we all regained our regular breathing patterns, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"That was fun."

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