Footballer Smuts

Red card - John Stones smut

I watch him angrily leave the pitch. Face red with fury. He flings off his shirt and throws it to the ground, yelling at anything and anyone he sees. I get up from the stands and head to the changing room, knowing he'll be there fuming.

Even from the corridor I can hear him shouting profanities, arguing at how wrong the referees decision was. I stand outside the door and take a deep breath. Bracing for his anger and knowing he'll need to calm down before the game ends. I push open the door and see him kicking bottles and pulling his hair out of frustration.

"Fucking ref. How did he not see.." he shouts.

"Baby" I softly call out. He whips around and I see his eyes are full of anger.

"I'm so sorry that happened out there tonight" I console as I walk closer towards him.

"No! You don't understand. I should still be playing" he shouts. I understand his frustration and warily get closer to him. I place my hand on his tensed shoulder. My cold hand contrasting with his warm blooded body.

"Baby I know, I watched what happened. I'm.." I try to console.

"Ughh just leave me alone Y/n. It's not like you was actually was watching the game. Every time I looked up you was staring at your fucking phone!" He yells.

I step back, hurt at his accusation.

"Don't you dare! I always pay attention during your games. And sorry if I look at my phone once in awhile, maybe if you focused on the game you would still be playing!" I yell back. Face red and fuming at what he said to me. The nerve he had. Sent off or not, I'm not going to be his punching bag.

He whips his face towards me. His eyes now narrowed, staring intensely at me. I take a few steps back as he strides towards me. I'm fuming, my breathing rapid and harsh. I hold his eye contact as he keeps following me as I back up against a wall.

I choke on a breath as he raises his arms and leans them on each side of my body.

"You look so hot when you're pissed. I want your fucking lips on me." He demands as he licks his lips looking down at mine. A tingle goes down my spine. My core sparks as he uses a hand to trace the side of my face, before crashing my lips into his. It takes me a second to react. His lips a magnet to mine. Warm hungry kisses. The kiss is sloppy yet passionate. I grab onto his shorts, allowing me to pull him closer against me. The heat from his body radiating off mine. He pulls back and stares into my eyes.

"I gonna fuck you right here, right now. I want you to scream my name as if I'm still on the field playing" he instructs. I shudder at his request. My arousal intensifying as his grows.

He quickly but carefully undoes my shirt. Tugging it off me quickly, I gasp at the contact my body has to the air. He licks his lips again and eyes my breast. I wore light blue lace bra to go with the Man City home kit. I can tell he likes what he sees as he bring both hands to grab my breast and squeeze them.

"Fuck, so soft" he whispers. I whimper as he takes off my bra swiftly. My nipples erect as he stretches his tongue out to give them a teasing lick. He grabs one as he take another with his mouth. He swirls around the bud, making me a moaning mess. I play with his hair as he plays with me.

"Johnn.. please" I beg. Needing him inside of me.

His free hand then slips down towards my heat. He effortlessly slips his hand down my jean and underwear to reach my clit.

"What was that Y/n? I didn't hear you." He teases as his fingers go in figures of eight, making me arch into his touch.

"John! Please inside mee!" I yell, hoping he will satisfy my need.

Quickly he removes his hand and grabs my thighs to wrap around him. I yearn back for his touch. He walks over to the table in the middle of the changing room. He sets me on the edge of the table, pushing my down to lay on my back. He attached his lips to mine again, the eagerness projecting into the kiss. My legs widen for him as he standing between them, his erection poking me. I moan at the contact as he groans in response.

I tug on his shorts and watch him step back to release himself. I watch his glory lift up and see how hard he is. The vein around his waist and down, well pronounced, make me even wetter as I think of it inside of me. He fingers linger on my jeans and I lift my hips so he can tear them off. No boundaries keeping us apart.

He teases my warmth. Sliding his length against me but not pushing in. He smirks as I moan and whimper at the minimal pleasure.

"Please I need you inside me plea.."

he enters without warning.

"JOHN!!" I bellow. My breathing heavy and full. He growls as he thrusts himself in an out in a fast rough pattern. I clench around him, loving the feeling of him filling me up. I bring his head towards mine as I sneak kisses to his lips before groaning and suck on his neck.

"Oh my Yess ahh Yess.. john.. so good" I moan witching thrust.

"Fuck so wet and tight. Mm you like this baby?" He asks cockily.

I scream in response as he hits my core need. His thrust get faster and harder, working all his frustrations on me. Not that I'm complaining, I'm more than willing.

The sweat from his body mixing with mine as he touches my forehead with his.

"Ah shit, I'm going to cum" he announces. I clench around him tighter, bringing myself near to my release. He kisses me as I feel his warm juices spill inside of me. I feel my own release trigger as he lays ontop of me panting.

"That was amazing." He whispers.

"Couldn't agree more. Maybe you need more red cards" I playfully say.

He lifts his head and gives a tender kiss.

"Hey baby, Y/n, I didn't mean what I said. I know you're always supporting me during games. I was just so pissed. I didn't mean it." He apologises with sincerity. I nod and smile.

" I know love, I didn't mean what I said too. The red was a huge mistake and you played well." Giving a kiss to his cheek. We both smile at each other knowing we were both good and the sour mood was over.

"Bro?! When can we come in?" We both turn toward the door, hearing a knock and Kyle walker's voice. We look at the clock and realise the game has been over for 10 minutes already. We quickly get dress, john helping me mostly. With flushed faces we open the door and I quickly escape the room, not looking anyone in the eyes.

We are never going to hear the last of this! I cringe, but damn, it was worth it.