Football Smuts

Best "Friends Forever" Ft. Cristiano Ronaldo

"Well, that was fun, right?" The taste of alcohol was still heavy on my tongue when I spoke as Cristiano, and I entered my small apartment. I could tell by the way he walked the alcohol was getting to him too. We had decided to go to a party together, and with both of us too intoxicated to drive home, we got a ride back to my place. I had insisted that he stay at my business instead of returning home to the state he was in. Now I just needed to find extra blankets for him.

"It was a great fucking night. Did you see the moves I had?" he spewed cockily.

"Yeah, right. You almost bust your ass trying to keep up with me." We managed to be the life of the party as we both just relaxed and had a good time for the first time in months. As best friends, we found time for each other, but it was rare for Cris to chill out. It felt like old times for once.

"Whatever you say, Y/N. I'm going to bed." Without another word, Cristiano headed up the steps and towards my bedroom.

"I thought you were sleeping on the couch?" I yelled after him before following his direction and heading upstairs to my room. Once I walked inside, it was as if he had already decided where he would be tonight. He removed his shirt and tossed it lazily to the floor along with his pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

This wasn't the first time I had seen Cris nearly nude, but with the alcohol flowing in my system, it made my mind wander to dangerous thoughts, but I shook them away. He turned to look at me, smirking. "What are you waiting on? Hurry up." He crawled comfortably under the covers on his side, waiting for me to do the same.

I peeled the tight dress from my skin to reveal my bra and underwear. Too full of vodka to care, I climbed into my bed next to Cris and tightly pulled the covers over me. I was close to closing my eyes and dozing off until I felt his eyes on me.

"I don't think I've seen you so...nude," he observed.

"You haven't," I giggled. His eyes locked onto mine for permission before his hands moved aggressively under my covers and towards the material of my panties. In the back of my mind, I knew it would be wise to stop him, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. We were best friends and nothing more; We weren't supposed to be in bed with each other like this, but we were.

My back arched in anticipation as I could feel his hands peeling them from their place and around my legs. His head moved from his pillow to between my legs, placing gentle kisses along my thighs which caused moans to leave my lips quickly. My cries raised even higher when his tongue finally made contact with my love button. The slow strokes of his tongue only teased me, and I gripped my hand into his hair, urging him to continue. I could feel my body reaching its peak as my chest rose up and down quickly.

"Cris," I moaned out. He continued pleasing me even as I had my first orgasm of quite a few that night.

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Having to wake up the following day felt like hell as I immediately felt the pain of a mild hangover. I hadn't entirely realized what a night I had until I rolled over to see Cristiano on the edge of the bed with his head hanging, buttoning up his same shirt from last night.

I groaned and muttered 'fuck' in what I thought was a low tone until I realized he had heard me and turned to look at me. "You're awake," he stated.

"I'm awake," I responded lowly. I knew his mind was probably racing. He had to return home to Irina soon, and I couldn't imagine what he would say. 'Yeah, Irina, I slept with my best friend last night. No big deal.' She was going to be pissed!

"Irina's been calling like crazy, so I'm going to head home." He finally finished buttoning his shirt and stood up, searching for his shoes.

"Do you want me to drive you? I can get dressed."

He quickly shook his head at my request. "I already called someone. I need some time to think anyway." Cristiano continued slipping on his shoes and smoothed his already wrinkled button-up.

I sat in bed, pulling the covers over my bare chest. "Are you planning on telling her?" It wasn't a conflict I wanted him to face alone. I played a part in this as well. He shouldn't be the one shouldering all of the blame.

"Yeah. I can't lie to her. Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out." His phone lit up, and he reached for it, putting it into his pocket. "That's my ride. I'll talk to you...later."

I wasn't sure when it would be later, but I knew it would be a while. No way was Irina going to be comfortable with us speaking once she found out what we had done.

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Cristiano's POV

I was hoping the drive home would feel like hours, but it felt like I was home in seconds. I was terrified to face Irina and tell her what had happened between Y/N and me. Funny enough, Y/N was the only woman Irina trusted around me, and now I had to tell her something that would throw that trust out of the window.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by her rushing up to me. "What is wrong with you? I called you a hundred times! You look awful."' She placed a hand on my cheek and forehead, probably checking to see if I had a fever, but it was much worse than that.

"I just drank a lot last night. That's all." I removed her hand and continued walking inside, but the worried look never left her face. I wasn't sure how to lead the conversation. I had never cheated before, so it wasn't like I had experience with this sort of thing.

So instead of being smart, I just blurted it out.

"I made a mistake last night." I turned to face her as she stopped in her tracks, waiting for me to continue and reluctant to speak.

I gulped nervously and stuttered my way through an explanation. "I got drunk last night and...I don't know what we were thinking but me and Y/N..." I didn't want to spell out the words, but it seemed Irina wanted to hear it all.

"You and Y/N what? Say it." I could already see the hurt on her face as she guessed what she would hear next.

"We had sex." The silence in the room that followed was enough to drive me to insanity. I kept my eyes on Irina, but she let her eyes drop to the floor, her hands on her hips. I don't know what I expected her reaction to being, but I was hopeful that she to say anything. "Irina?"

"Fuck you," she spewed hatefully. "I can't believe you would do this! Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" She reached for a couch pillow and threw it towards my head, but I caught it mid-air.

"It was one time! I swear. It didn't mean anything. It was meaningless," I tried to explain.

A bitter laugh escaped her throat as she threw her head back in mock laughter. I could see the angry tears coming from her eyes now. "Oh, now I know you think I'm stupid. You slept with your best friend, and I'm supposed to believe it was nothing? You're such a liar, Cristiano."

"I'm not lying to you! Please. Just hear me out." I reached for her arm, but she moved out of my grasp.

"Don't touch me. Just...just let me leave." Her tears were flowing freely down her face as she rushed to grab her keys from the nearby stand. I could feel myself beginning to plead as I knew once she walked out of the door, I couldn't say when she would be back.

"Irina, please. I'm begging you to stay and hear me out." The desperation in my voice was apparent, but she wasn't hearing it. She grabbed her keys and rushed past me, wiping her face and leaving me to figure out how I would piece my back into my life.

The love of my life had just passed on me, and I wasn't sure if she would ever forgive me. I loved Y/N, but it wasn't that way, and I was sure she felt the same. We were just best friends. It was a mistake we had both made on an intoxicated night, and I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to forget it now or if things could return to normal.