Football Smuts

CR7

I sang along to the Lana Del Rey song blasting through the loud speakers, each sitting on either side of the flat screen TV in my bedroom. Scrolling through your instagram feed probably wasn't the most entertaining thing to do on a Friday night, but with the house all to myself and the loud music entertaining me and only me, I didn't mind at all. I love hanging out with Cristiano, I mean of course I do, he's the love of my life, but let's just say I'm a bit of a loner at times.

Y/N! You will not believe what I just came across on my tumblr dashboard! The text message popped up on my screen and I clicked on it to reply. What did you see? I typed, clicking send. My best friend instantly replied with, Just read And a link attacked.

I opened the tab, waiting impatiently for it to load. The text post was titled, "Cristiano Rondalo Smut!" and I couldn't help the curiosity bubbling up in my stomach at the mention of my boyfriend. Let's see what this is about, then.

I began reading, my eyes skimming over the piece of writing as I scrolled down, giggling to myself. His fans sure were imaginative, making up fantasies in their heads, questioning what he'd be like in bed.

"Y/N ?" Cris' voice caught my attention, his tall figure leaning against the door frame with his Adidas bag hanging down his shoulder. "Hey babe," I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the screen as he shuffled closer to the bed before throwing himself onto it. "Whatchu doin'?" Curiosity vibrated through his voice, making me laugh. "Nothing," I swatted his hand away once he started reaching for my phone. "I see my name on your screen!" Cris exclaimed, crawling behind me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and placed both hands on my waist, his legs sprawled with me sitting between them, my back to his chest. "Honestly, Cris, you're so nosy," I complained, scrolling back to the top of the page before holding my phone up to his face. "Read this."

His eyebrows instantly perked up in interest as one of his hand gripped my phone. I watched for his facial expressions carefully, seeing him react to the dirty piece of writing that managed to reach me. "Oh, my God," Cristiano mumbled under his breath, scrolling down intently. "This girl's hot,   why can't you be more like her?" His tone was teasing, making me roll my eyes. "You seem like you're enjoying this," I joked, keeping my eyes on him. "Cristiano in the imagine is," He snickered, throwing my phone to the side.

"What happened in the end?" I questioned, sucking in my cheeks as I awaited his answer.

"Why don't I just show you?" He grinned, flipping me over and crawling on top of me. "Freak," I mocked, smirking up at him. "Its turns you on," He taunted, pushing my shirt up slightly before lowering his head to my stomach and planting a soft kiss on the spot. I nearly shuddered when his tongue trailed down my belly button, stopping just above the outline of my panties. "I love it when you mope around in underwear," He chuckled, bringing his head back up to my face.

"Yeah, so do I," I joked, ready to escape his grasp only to have him pin me down dominantly. "Good," His minty breath fanned my face, his lips an inch away from mine. "Just kiss me," I teased, lifting my head up to connect our lips. Cris shoved his tongue down my throat, not even asking for permission, and I flipped us over so that I was straddling him in response. His big hands traveled up my thighs, lingering on my ass for a few seconds too long. His finger grazed up the material of my panties teasingly before he gripped the hem and shoved it down eagerly. After discarding the clothing item to the side, he smacked my butt playfully.

I parted for air, tugging at Cristiano's shirt while his tongue darted over his pink lips, wetting them. He threw his shirt over his head and watched as I began trailing kissed down his almost-nude body, starting at his jawline and stopping below his belly button. Unbuttoning Cris' jeans, I tried to pull them down but he pulled me back up to him flipping us over so that he was on top of me.

"Not yet," He grinned, eyeing my body shamelessly. "I want to try something new this this time."

"I see that imagine motivated you," I joked, tilting my head back in pleasure as his swollen lips left a trail of sloppy kisses all over my thighs. He sucked on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, licking and biting in the process, his hair tickling my throbbing sex as he did so.

The moans of pleasure began evaporating out of my mouth when his tongue met my clit, creating a circling motion on the spot. His hands never stopped massaging my thighs while his tongue worked its magic, dragging down to my slit then right back up where he started. "Cristiano," I moaned, my hand finding its way in his hair, pulling and tugging. He groaned, demanding a louder plea as his pointer finger joined his lips, taking my breath away.

"Cristiano!" I screamed, arching my back in pleasure as I came all over the sheets.

My boyfriend licked his lips teasingly, smirking up at me in anticipation. "Your turn."