Football Smuts

Raphael Varane

You sighed out of the bored as you lay on your soft bed. It has been such a stressful day; you were delighted to relax. As you scrolled through your phone, you heard Raphael playing FIFA in your living room, his shouts filling the apartment. A small smile appeared as you saw your reflection in the bedroom mirror, the knee socks hugging your legs, catching your attention. A thought passed your mind, and before you could think it throughout, your hands found their way to the material of your panties, pulling them down. It wasn't noticeable because of the oversized jersey which you were wearing, his jersey. It covered everything, but you were intrigued by how long it would take him to figure it out.

You exited the bedroom, making your way to the living room. As you entered it, you saw your boyfriend sitting comfortably on the couch in front of the tv.

He turned around, catching the sight of you. he smiled at you, encouraging you to come closer.

You smiled, whispering a short "hi" as you got next to him.

"get here," Raphael said as he let his back fall on the couch, giving you space to get on his lap.

You took a sit carefully, making sure he won't notice anything. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders as you felt the soft material of his sweatpants against your core.

"what's up with you, meu amor?" he said, laying his head on your neck as he paused the game.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you closer to him, the contact making you a bit nervous. His hands started to travel around the black material of the jersey, lifting it slightly.

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say something, you felt his palm against your lower back, which was moving down carefully. You could feel it stop suddenly and return to where it was as if to find something.

"why aren't you wearing any panties?" he said daringly, his fingers drawing circles around your skin.

"i-i don't know," you confessed, his change of tone turning you on.

His other hand moved to the back of your head, pulling your hair slightly so he could face you.

"oh, you don't know?"

his eyes were already full of lust, and you couldn't do anything but stare.

"Are you that desperate for my attention now?"

his fingers gripped the t-shirt, pulling it upward. You lifted your arms, leaving you in only a sports bra.

"Answer me when I ask you questions," Raphael said, gripping his chin firmly so you could look at him.

"I am." you were left to say, wanting nothing but him.

You tried to grind into him, but he was quicker and stopped you in your tracks. You gave him a confused look, but he immediately answered all of your questions:

"if you are this needy, why don't you touch yourself for me."

His words surprised you, and you could feel the heat rising to your face. You never did such a thing in front of him.

"i-i don't have space." you lied.

He let out a small laugh as he took you off his lap. he got closer to the coffee table, moving everything to the side, leaving just enough space for you to sit on it.

"I doubt it, princess."

he motioned for you to sit on it, and you couldn't help but listen to him. You got up on the table, not knowing exactly what to do next.

"mhm, are you shy all of a sudden? That's disappointing," he said, gripping one of your wrists.

You closed your eyes as he guided your hand towards your core. You couldn't help but touch your folds, feeling how wet the situation you were put in made you.

You slipped a finger through them, spreading all the wetness around. Your breath was heavy as you spread your legs more, giving Raphael the desired view.

"that's it, baby, keep going." you heard, letting a soft moan at his words.

You started a circular motion, stimulating your clit just enough to feel the pleasure. After a while, you slipped a finger in your folds, wanting to judge how good he makes you think, but it wasn't even close.

You opened your eyes, and seeing him in front of you on the couch made you wetter. His hands were on his pants, palming his bulge. You added a second finger, which made your boyfriend break the eye contact, focusing entirely on your hand movement.

"mhm, go faster for me." he encouraged you.

You moaned, your walls clenching around your fingers as you started to rub your clit with your other hand.

"i-i can't hold it much longer," you confessed, the pleasure becoming unbearable.

"then be a good girl and let go for me."

you didn't need anything more, the climax washing over you. You closed your eyes, and your legs shook slightly at the pleasure.

You opened your eyes as he pulled you closer to him, his arms around your body.