bottom ronaldo oneshots

👋 self-blame, self-hate

toni loves his email.
also i wrote this like 1 month ago while high on nothing at 2:25am so if the beginning sucks booty you know why

Cristiano sobbed into his pillow, Toni not knowing how to comfort him. It'd been 2 hours and he was still crying over his loss to France in the quarter finals. 3-5 on penalties.

The loss wasn't his fault at all- it was that idiot kid João's- but he still felt guilty about it. He understood his pain, but it was never to this degree. It was probably his last Euro and of course the kid just had to fuck it up for him.

He still blames it all on himself, for not telling him where to aim, not being motivational enough, which Toni knows is absolute bullshit. Cristiano is always there, trying to help as team captain, but he's got to face it. Some players on his team and especially his manager are absolutely terrible.

"I'm useless," he cries, whimpering, in nothing but short shorts and a loose t-shirt. He was too busy bawling into Toni's arms as soon as he got home. It's a miracle he didn't cry on TV like he did against Slovenia. "I should just retire already!" he hisses, Toni really not wanting that to happen. Football makes Cristiano happy, and Cristiano being happy makes everyone's world go round- especially Toni's.

He hugs Cristiano tightly, gently rubbing his back as he listens to his heartbroken lover's woes. Toni wanted to beat João to a pulp when he missed his penalty, he couldn't imagine what Cristiano must be feeling inside.

"It wasn't your fault, Cris," he reminds him. "There's nothing you could've done." He lets out a sigh, running his fingers through Cris's hair. "I don't want you to retire like I did," he says in a soft tone. "There's still the World Cup. You can shine in that one."

"Toni, I'll be 41 by then, and I didn't even score any goals in the Euro," he sobs. "Why bother? It's gonna hurt me, it's gonna kill when you desert me,"

The mere mention of desertion made Toni tense up. "Don't say that," he mumbled, tightening his hold on Cristiano. "I won't desert you. I'll never desert you." He knew Cristiano was only lashing out from how upset he was, but that still stung. "I don't care how old you are," he muttered. "I still think you're sexy."

Cristiano wipes his tears away, however they keep coming. He whimpers, getting into Toni's arms. "Really?"

He holds Cris closer to him, allowing the taller one to bury himself into his chest. "Really," he says firmly, pressing a quick kiss against his head. "You're always going to be sexy to me, you know that? You could be 50 and I'd still think the same thing. I've been thinking it ever since we first met."

Cristiano blushes, some tears still escaping him, but much less. "Thanks," he murmurs.

"You don't need to thank me," he says, lifting Cristiano's chin and wiping away some of his tears. "I just hate seeing you so sad, cariño." He pulls him into a gentle kiss.

Cristiano kisses back, rubbing his hand against Toni's cheek. "Mmm," he hums as Toni grabs his hips.

The feel of Cristiano's soft skin under his touch always sent a shiver of desire through Toni. He holds his hips a little bit firmer, pulling the other man even closer and parting Cristiano's lips with his own.

As they pull away, Cristiano reveals something. "Did you notice that my hips got wider?" he says. "I stopped taking the suppressants."

He looks at Cristiano's hips, giving them an admiring squeeze. "No... I didn't notice. But they look good," he says, a smirk growing on his face. "Is that what's been making you so upset?" He asks, his hands trailing up Cristiano's hips and sliding under his shirt so they were touching his bare skin.