#Soccer Player

[spndxjck2]

[world-of-celebs]

Alex Morgan

[adoniseverywheremen]

Lachlan McLean by Aldrin del Carmen

[thegoodmorningman]

You have freedom of choice. You better choose a Good Morning!!!

[fictionalmenxyn]

៙𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫៙

Pairing: rafe x soccer player!reader (established relationship)

Warnings: language, injury and blood.

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It was currently 6:34pm, it was the finale game of your soccer season. It was versus your rivals, so a huge game for your team. Your team were worried, about the playing… more like the cheating… you’ve played this team many times. And the team never learn to stop cheating.

So here you are, team captain, staying in the middle of the pitch. You shook hands with the other team’s captain, then shook hands with the referee. Referee asked you “heads or tails?” You replied “heads.” So the other team got tails.

The referee flipped the coin, it landed on heads. That’s a good start. The referee placed the ball down, you moved into position, you were centre forward.

You waited for the whistle to blow, once it did, you kicked the ball to your teammate and began to play.

Rafe and the guys were in the stands. He wore one of your jerseys. Not physically yours cause they’re too small. But your campus sells merchandise of your team’s jerseys. He stood among the people. His and your friends huddled together watching the game. Rafe watched you in awe. You were an extremely good player, even been scouted to other places too. But he always and also admired how the jersey always did you justice. He couldn’t wait till after the game, to get you alone.

You passed to your teammate, running further up. You pointed towards the goal “chip it!” Your teammate chipped the ball over to you. You dribbled the ball before stopping for a second and kicking the ball towards the top left corner. Scoring the first goal of the game.

…sometime later…

Some time later, there was only ten minutes left of the game. The score was 6-3, in your favour. The game was going smoothly so far, only small jabs and slide tackles. Nothing bad, yet.

You currently had the ball, taking it up the field and away from your home goal. Dribbling past many players and passing back and forth between your team.

Your friend and teammate kicked the ball up into the air. Getting the ball down the field quicker. You ran, keeping an eye on the ball.

You jump in the air, so did a rival teammate. As you were coming back down. You felt a sharp pain in your leg. As you landed you saw the girl nudge you as you fell and she stood on your leg. It all felt like slow motion. You watch as some of your team and the referee run over to you. You look down, seeing the blood gush out of your leg. More so, the now broken bone. You groaned, shouting in pain “fuck!!! Shit!! Need a medic!!” You cover your tearing up eyes. Not wanting to see the sight of your leg. You winced in pain as even the slightest breeze or movement.

Rafe and the boys all wince in pain as they watched. Rafe’s worry and angry kicked in as soon as he heard one of the medics of your team say “shit, she’s broken her leg.” Rafe glares at the girl that caused this. Not that she is looking at him. But he did it anyways.

You tilt your head away, not wanting to look. Two medical members of your soccer team come over. The one named Sharon asked “hey Y/n, just breathe for me ok? Can you do that for me? In and out, nice and calm.” You nodded. Taking shaky breaths as your friend/teammate resting your head in their lap.

The referee talked with both coaches of your team and the other team. Turns out this girl has done this many times. And thankfully the referee you had today, was higher up, meaning he could ban the girl. Which is exactly what he did.

As the discussion was happening, you laid on the field. Panicking, you asked “where’s Rafe? Where is he? Can he come down here?? Please?? Sharon can he??” Sharon looked at you and nodded “she thing, sweetie” Sharon turned to one of the girls and asked to go get him.

Rafe watched in worry, he then noticed a girl from your team run over to him and the guys. She spoke “Rafe, Y/n wants you. She needs you…” he nodded. The guys didn’t even say anything to him. They patted him on the shoulder as a silent ‘go to her, we’ll be fine’.

He runs across the field, making his way to you. He dropped to his knees, by your side. He laid on the field, on his stomach so his face was close to you as possible. “Hey baby, I’m here, I’m here…”

You open your eyes and look to him, “Rafe?” He nods “yeah, baby, I’m right here, not leaving your side, never…” you had tears in your eyes. “It hurts so much…” he uses his thumbs to wipe your tears “I know, baby, Sharon is calling nine-one-one, they’re on their way, ok? Just hang in there f’me.” You nodded.

You reached your hand out, he quickly took it in his. Kissing each knuckle. Keeping his lips against your knuckles. “Rafe, how bad is it?” He looked over, seeing patches of red on the grandly put on gauze. He answered “it’s patched up, but it’s pretty bad, babe…” you nodded. He brushed some hair out of your face “you’re gonna be ok, you’re doing so good f’me.. just keep breathing alright?? In and out… just like me, baby, yeah?” You nodded, breathing in and out just like him.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so proud of you… I love you so much, so proud…”

You’ve broken bones before, the hardest thing besides the current pain. Was the pain you’re gonna feel when you can’t train or play games. Even if it was the end of season, you still enjoyed kicking ball and having fun. That’s not gonna be happening anytime soon…

The team is huddled around you. Creating a shield from the crowd. You look at the girls. You spoke “girls, I know I’m injured, but once I’m out of the way and the game continues. Work your hardest ok? There’s only ten minutes left. But that still means we work hard, yeah? Don’t forget that, work your asses off for these last ten minutes.” The girls took all of your words in and nodded. They knew they had to work hard, for you, their captain, their friend, injured friend.

Soon enough you hear the sirens to the ambulance. Next thing you know, you’re in the back of the ambulance holding Rafe’s hand like your life depended on it. Which he held a firm grip, reminding you that he’s still there, and will be.

…sometime later…

You’re now home, well… TannyHill. Considerably your second home. You laid on Rafe’s bed. He insisted on shoving two pillows under your cast to elevate your leg. You felt a little loopy and sluggish from the faded morphine. Rafe laid next to you. Arm around your shoulder as you both watched a movie. You rest your head on his shoulder, every so often he’d kiss your temple. As the second movie of the night finished. You felt your phone buzz in your lap. You grabbed your phone and smile at the text message. It was the soccer group chat. It was a picture of two trophies and a medal. The small trophy had a label ‘player of the game.’ And the bigger trophy was the college finale cup. The text attached to the photo read ‘congrats Cap, we’ve won the final!! Got these precious things waiting for you when we see ya next! Take care, we love you!’

You and Rafe both smile at the text. You had replied back thanking and sending your love to the team. Rafe joked “you’re gonna need a lotta sharpies, baby, you know the team is gonna want to write their names.” You both laugh.

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[sportsgearfet]

[iconsfinder]

[horny-athletes]

Practicing with the anal plug in is very effective for training the lower body. It also prepares them to check each other's bodies in the locker room after practice.

[storywriter007]

When You Were Nothing - Neymar Jr. x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes that to neymar, she is nothing more than his past

warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst, mentions of poverty

genre: angst

word count: 1.9k

-> football/soccer players masterlist

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y/n stood still as cool waves of water hit her feet and splashed her ankles. she looked out into the horizon; today was a beautiful day. the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the breeze was cool. today was a beautiful day.

but whenever y/n stood on this very land, the same memory played in her head.

they were seven years old, and they'd met on the very sand she was standing on now. she could still recall the day neymar accidentally kicked his soccer ball and hit y/n's arm. she could still recall him profusely apologizing. she could recall he look on his face when she said the only way she'd forgive him is if he let her join his game. she could recall how they played until dusk. and after that day, they became close to inseparable.

y/n can remember loving him. from the very first day they met to the day he left their hometown to pursue his career, she can remember loving him. she did love him. she does love him.

oh, the day he left.

it was a day to remember, alright.

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2009

"rumor has it you're leaving." y/n said, sitting down next to him on the grass.

they looked out into the sunset.

"the rumors are true." he admitted. "i'm leaving."

"when do you go?" she asked.

"tomorrow morning." he answered. "early."

"i'm glad." she said.

he suddenly turned to look at her.

"you're what?" he asked.

"i'm glad, ney. i know you're leaving because there's something better for you out there. i know that you love football. and i know that you want to leave this situation." she explained. "i love you, and loving you is letting you go so that you can live out your dreams. i have faith in you, i always have." she rambled, looking out into the sunset.

she paused and realized what she'd said. she came clean. she confessed. y/n turned to look at him.

"i-" she started.

"i love you." he said, gazing into her eyes.

"neymar!" his mother called from their home.

the two quickly stood up.

suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss. she didn't know how to react, but within a few seconds, she kissed him back.

once they pulled apart, y/n stared into his hazel eyes.

"neymar!" his mother called again, breaking their intense eye-contact.

"don't forget about me when you're famous." she smiled.

"never." he reached out his pinky. "i'll always love you."

"i'll always love you." she agreed.

they intertwined their smallest fingers in a sacred oath.

"neymar!" his mother yelled out.

he smiled at her one last time before running home.

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y/n realized she'd been in the same spot for a few minutes too long. she shook her head of the memory and began walking home, picking up some fresh fruit for herself and her mother on the way.

she returned home to find her mother cooking.

"who're you making such a feast for?" y/n laughed, sitting down to help her mom out.

"ah, you're husband's coming." she joked.

"oh really?" y/n giggled. "i hope he's cute."

"let's hope. i don't want my genes going to waste!"

"real funny, but who's all this for?" she inquired, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"i got a call yesterday." she paused. "it was from nadine. her and neymar are in town, and want to visit."

y/n visibly choked on her strawberry.

"what! and you didn't tell me!" y/n blurted.

"i did say your husband was coming!" her mom laughed.

"i-uh, when are they coming?" she asked, trying to be cool.

"ten minutes, go change."

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y/n rushed to her room. first, she paced around. then, she jumped on her bed. third, she stared at herself in the mirror. fourth, she shook all the nervousness out of her.

this was her best friend. she had nothing to worry about.

looking through her closet, y/n put on dark wash denim shorts and an off-shoulder, white, airy, sweater. she quickly fixed herself up, and walked downstairs. it had only been eight minutes.

y/n paused dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar set of hazel eyes looking at her. thankfully, her mother pull her closer.

"here she is." her mom smiled.

"oh my godness, what a beautiful young lady you've become!" nadine laughed, giving y/n a tight hug.

y/n reciprocated the gesture. "and my goodness, you don't look a day over 24!" she laughed.

"oh, you flatter me." she giggled.

y/n smiled at neymar as their mothers chatted.

"why don't you two go outside?" y/n's mom suggested. "catch up and talk without old ladies on your back?"

they two moms laughed as y/n led neymar outside.

"haven't seen you in a while." she laughed as they stepped out into the cool evening.

"yeah." he agreed. "how have you been?"

"good." she answered honestly. "you?"

"pretty good."

"i heard you're playing for barcelona now." she started. "that used to be one of your dreams."

"i know, it's crazy. i still can't believe it." he said. "i'm surprised you still remember."

"i never forget." she said. "like over there is when we broke someone's window and fled the scene."

the two laughed at the memory.

"what's it like being an international superstar?"

"terrible. i mean, everywhere i go, i'm on billboards and ads. and all of these girls want to date me." he laughed. "it's interesting. what have you been up to?

"i'm a lawyer, now." she answered.

"lawyer y/n, sounds nice."

"aw thanks, international superstar neymar. i really appreciate it."

within a few minutes, y/n and neymar got back to their old selves. they walked around town, remembering how things used to be before sharing what they did now.

but every minute they spent together, her feelings of love came back, biting harder and harder.

"that's terrifying, people just like come outside of your house?" she asked, laughing.

"it's so fucking weird. i hired security." he smiled.

a moment of silence passed between them.

"y'know, i'll always find it weird how the kid i used to build sandcastles with ended up becoming a household name." she laughed.

"me too." he agreed. "fame is great. i get to meet amazing people and do amazing things, but sometimes, i just want to drop everything and come back here. come back to the times my mom used to call me inside, to the times we used to play soccer out here with the neighborhood kids, back to when everything was simple."

y/n nodded her head in empathy.

"so you never got used to the spotlight?" she inquired.

"i guess not." he shrugged.

y/n felt the flames in her heart. she forgot how easy it was to talk to him, how much fun he was, and who he was now. she wanted to bring it up. she needed to bring it up. she needed to know if he still remembered. suddenly, a phone ring interrupted her train of thought as the two approached the grass field they had said their goodbyes years prior.

neymar answered it, his eyes instantly lighting up.

"hey bru." he smiled. "i'm just in my hometown right now. i'm with an old friend."

she heard some chatter through the phone.

"alright. i'll see you when i get back." he said. "y'know i do."

"was that your publicist?" y/n joked.

"it was my girlfriend." he chuckled.

y/n felt her heart start to shatter. it couldn't be.

"who is she?" y/n pried, wanting to know if he was playing a sick joke or being unfairly honest.

"bruna marquezine." he answered, still looking at his phone. "i didn't know what love was till i met her."

ouch, y/n thought. she felt her stomach twist and her eyes get watery. how stupid could she have been? why the hell would he wait for her? he, a big-name, global, superstar, obviously had the most gorgeous women fawning over him. it was no secret he'd choose them over her. what was y/n in comparison to him? some small-town lawyer? some girl he'd kissed when he was 17? or just some girl?

it's like he didn't get the sudden mood change and y/n's silence.

"she's amazing. i didn't know i could fall in love so fast and so hard, but i did." he laughed. "she's everything to me."

shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up y/n thought. she really wanted him to shut up.

the silence finally got to him and he looked at y/n's face.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"tell me you remember." she said.

"remember what?" he asked.

"remember that day. the day that you left." she explained.

he looked at her, empathy filling his eyes.

"i-"

"so you do." she answered for him. "and that means you remember what you said to me too."

"don't do this to me." he said.

"we promised each other." she smiled through tears. "you promised me that you'd always love me, and i did the same. the difference is, i kept my word." she paused. "and you-you jumped on the first model that looked your way."

"that's not true." he attempted to argue.

"i mean, what was i thinking anyways? that the neymar jr: household soccer name, international superstar, generous philanthropist, and notorious fuckboy, would remember some girl from his hometown?" she continued.

"you're not just some girl." he stated.

"then what am i? a broken promise? a forbidden secret? a fragment of your past?" she asked. "or someone stupid enough to wait for you?"

"y/n." he said.

"tell me, neymar. because i've loved you a long long time. i've loved you since the days where your mom would yell at you for getting your church clothes dirty. i've loved you since you could barely score a goal. i've loved you since you had nothing but dreams." she said.

"i had nothing back then. in this town, i was nothing and you know it!" he said angrily. "well guess what, y/n? nobody loved me when i was nothing!"

"i did!" she shouted. "i loved you when you were nothing!"

he looked at her with a mix of anger and empathy as a tear fell down her cheek.

"you said it yourself, you were nothing in this town." she said. "i must be just as nothing to you."

"y/n-"

"you said it already, didn't you? she's your everything." she paused. "i'm nothing."

"y'know that's not what i meant." he said. "you're twisting it."

"we both know what you meant." she said. "i kept you like an oath. and you kept me like a secret."

"i wasn't lying when i made that promise." he said.

"you weren't then." she said. "but the neymar i knew then is long gone than the one i know now."

"neymar!" nadine called out from their old home.

the two stared at each-other with intensity. neymar glared at her with anger, regret, and empathy. she stared at him with desperation, disappointment, and beady-eyes.

"that isn't fair." he said.

"none of this is fair." she reasoned. "but now y'know."

"know what?" he asked.

"neymar!" his mother called again.

"that someone loved you when you were nothing." she said, another tear falling from her eye.

they looked at each-other for another moment before turning around and leaving the same way they did all those years ago.

[sunniewr]

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𝖕⠀໋̻🪜 ᪲᪲⠀ׂ⠀⃘̻⠀ֵ⠀ׂ⠀ׂ𝓖𝖾𝗅𝖾𝒛ᛧ𝗎𝗇⍺࣪𝗌 ⠀ׂ⠀ ᪲᪲🪹ꨳ⠀🅫⠀.⠀❻ᛧ𝒙🐚

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: Before Venus was a multi-platinum record selling artist, writing about the quarterback that stole her heart, she was senior at LSU going through her first heartbreak. This is that story.

a/n: buckle up babes, its heavy

Chapter 16: Robbed

#Track9 Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, noncon, smut, launguage, brief description of sexual assault. MINORS DNI

Part 1 🖤

Word Count: 3.3k

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Miles was your very own fairytale prince; he was sweet, chivalrous, charming and easy on the eyes. You met while moving into your LSU apartment about a week before classes started. You were struggling with some boxes when he swooped in and safely helped you bring it up the stairs to your second floor apartment. It was then when you learned that he lived across the hall and ‘couldn’t bare the thought that you had to move in all by yourself, when a lady shouldn’t have to carry any of her stuff at all.’ It’s safe to say, he made the best first impression you’d ever seen. 

To thank him for taking the load off your shoulders, you invited him in for the only thing you had in the fridge: sweet tea and beignets that you had left over from breakfast. He accepted the offer with the kindest eyes and you proceeded to learn more about each other for the rest of the afternoon. You learned he was here on an athletic scholarship for soccer and you excitedly informed him about how your summer internship turned into a job offer at the Baton Rouge Clinic. Meeting him made the 9 hour move from home less stressful, he just had a face you wouldn’t mind seeing more of. Luckily before leaving he asked you on your first date, of which you gladly accepted. Why wouldn’t you, he was the most respectful and gentle man you’d ever met. 

If only you had remembered that fictional fairytales are the only ones getting perfect endings.

That Friday, your date went exceptionally well, so it led to another and another until he asked you to be his girlfriend. That second week of dating, after officially being his girl, you met Joe and Ja’Marr. You didn’t think you’d hit it off the way you did, but you gained a boyfriend and two lifelong friends within a few weeks of being at your new school. You were on top of the world; you had a job you loved, classes that you actually enjoyed, an amazing boyfriend and friends that’d do anything to put a smile on your face. You couldn’t ever fathom anything going wrong from here, but of course it did, without you even knowing at first.

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The first sign of the end of this moment of bliss was when you had Miles meet your friends. You and Miles were at the library on a study date when the two football players walked in for their own study sesh. They saw you before you saw them, due to your eyes being buried in your books. 

“Well look who it is, our little Psych major.” You lifted your head to Ja’Marr sitting in one of the empty seats at your table, closer to Miles. While Joe took the one closest to you. Miles quietly observed the quarterback as he instantly acquainted himself with your study snack and loosely threw his arm around your chair. He frowned at your lack of acknowledgement. Did you not see him attempting to stake his claim on you while he, your actual boyfriend, was sitting directly across from you?

“I didn’t know this was when you usually studied. I thought there was lab in the facility you used?” You asked pulling out a small bag of pretzels from your purse and giving it to the quarterback.

Before either of them could reply, Miles cleared his throat. “There is, but it’s usually crowded with jocks doing anything but homework.” His eyes flicker to the man next to you, who smirked right back at him.

“Yea well, we heard you talking about coming here yesterday. Since it’s before practice, we decided to join you. That okay?” Joe asks smiling in your direction. “Of course, it is!” 

‘What a kiss ass.’ Miles mumble under his breath, inaudible to everyone except Ja’Marr, well it didn’t take him long to get on his radar.

Unbeknownst to all the tension surrounding them, you introduce the boys and continue with the session. 

A few minutes before the guys leave for practice, you get up to go to the bathroom, leaving the men to themselves. Once you’re out of sight, Miles sits up and looks straight at Joe.

“What are you doing with my girl Burrow?” His eyes squinted and brows knitted.

Joe shrugs with a smug look on his face. “Nothing man, she’s my friend. just looking out for her.”

Miles kisses his teeth, “Nah, that was more than just lookin’ out. Just remember that’s my girl.”

Joe chuckles and pulls out his phone, “Loosen up Robinson, it’s nothing. Plus I got my own to worry about.” He lies showing him a picture of the cheerleader he hooked up with sometime ago. Ja’Marr side eyes him with a knowing look and shakes his head, before eventually backing his QB up.

“Yea, she’d be here right now if it wasn’t for her own practice. You can even ask Y/n.” He teased, watching Joe’s eyes widen for a quick moment before maintaining his innocence.

Miles tosses the phone back as you round the corner, “whatever, but I’m still watching you.” Joe raises his hands ‘harmlessly’ then goes to stand when you reach the table.

“Hey Princess, thanks for the company but we gotta get to practice.” He says going in for a side hug which is immediately reciprocated.

“Aww well, you guys have a good practice. I’ll come by the house when I’m not busy.” You smile hooking your pinkie with Ja’Marr like he would with his teammates. “We should probably get going too, right babe?” Miles was too occupied with glaring at the quarterback as he walked away to hear you.

You walk around to him and run your nails through his hair and scratching the side of his fade. “Babe.”

“Yea, it’s late.” You pack up and walk back to your apartment hand in hand, but Miles’ mind couldn't be further from the moment.

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After meeting your friends Miles shifted, to you it seemed like he just wanted to spend more time with you but it was way more than that. He started becoming more possessive of you, always with you, constantly had his hands on your body and became obsessed with making sure no other guy could take anything from you that he hadn’t already done. It was hot always being under his arm, sure you missed your friends but he’s your boyfriend. Your study dates moved to his apartment and suddenly he had an all access pass to do whatever he wanted.

It was Midterms time and you needed to finish your research paper before the test. The amount of stress you were feeling at the moment was brain numbing. 

“What kind of professor assigns a 20 page research paper and a written test in the same week? I mean isn't the paper enough, does he want to be grading for the next 3 months? It makes no fucking sense.” Miles watched as you pushed your glasses up to bury your head in your palms.

“Yea, I don’t know either.” He says eyeing the way your tits push out as you cross your arms at the computer. His gaze lowers to your bare legs, you always ran hot when it came to working, the tennis shorts you were wearing swallowed up by the thickness of your thighs. That added to fact that it was his gold jersey covering your perfect set of twins made him readjust himself multiple times in the last hour. Not like you ever noticed, but something about your oblivious nature made him crave you even more. 

When he looked back up the deep set eyes and frown that painted your beautiful face made him clear his desires just enough to position himself behind you and rest his strong hands on your shoulders. “I bet I could relieve some of that stress.” He mutters against your ear then starts kneading at the tense muscles.

“Oh, that feels good.” You couldn’t help the light moans thickening the air, just like he couldn’t help but kiss on that spot behind your ear making you melt even further into his chest. 

By the time he was done the pressure in his jeans was unbearable. His hands moved down to your waist and lips into the curve of your neck. He bets Burrow’s never gotten this far with you, he probably wishes he could have what’s his. “I could make you feel so good.” 

You hum and turn your head to kiss his lips. The force your met with takes you aback, but you indulge him for bit. “That was nice, but I need to study.” You peck his lips once more then turn back to your paper. His hands continue to roam your body, his lips reattach themselves to your neck sucking deep bruises into your skin. “Babe, please I need to do this.”

He lifts the bottom of the shirt and teases the band of your shorts. You hands grab his and pull them away from your figure. “Miles, stop.” You shuffle yourself away from him and watch his face convert from lust to agitation. “What is up with you today?”

He scoffs, “what you come over here dressed like that and expect me not to want more?”

Your head drops, “we talked about this. You said you were fine with moving at my pace.”

“Well maybe it’s time we step up the pace.” This has to be a joke, you severely want to believe that he’s joking, but the look in his eyes matches the way he looks on gameday, pure determination.

So you match his expression. “I’m not ready, if you can’t deal with that go find someone else that would love to spread their legs for you. You need to tell me right now Miles, because I’m not going to keep myself in a position that makes me uncomfortable.” 

He sucks in his lower lip then chuckles. “Princess, I want you and only you. I’ll wait as long as you want, because you mean that much to me. Now come back here, we can put on a movie and forget all about this.” The little anger you had dissipated to anxiety, he noticed as you fingers picked at your nails.

“Baby I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again. I’ve been so stressed that my body took over before my brain could reason the actions. I just want my girl back.” He seemed sincere, like he was actually sorry. It takes a lot for a man to apologize in your experience, so you slowly gave into him. 

“You promise you won’t make any more moves?” 

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The last time a man- a boy really- got this close to you, he didn’t hide his desires at all. So you rejected him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. You thought if you just avoided him at all costs that he’d just go away, but he was best friends with your roommate. So one night last year when she had her friends over, he made his move. She and her other friend had left to pick up dinner and he saw it as his opportunity to finally have you. He towered over you, his hands moving up and down your thighs, they were clamped shut as you continued to move away from him. He pinned you against the wall, using his weight to keep you there. You kept repeating for him to stop, but your pleas were muted to his ears. Somehow he managed to get your pants open, but just as he moved his hand further the front door opened.

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“I would never do anything you didn’t want princess, I got you.”

Things seemed to simmer down after that, he kept his promise and didn’t try anything more than you would give. You knew it was a bit unfair to withhold that from him, but you just couldn’t open yourself up to someone you’d only known for two months. You tried to make up for it by helping him out when you could, but never wanted to go past that.

The weekend of your 3 month anniversary was packed with events. He had a game that Thursday, Joe and Jamarr had a big game on Friday and your anniversary was the next day. Not to mention you still had to work each day, so you were exhausted. Miles promised you a nice carefree night and he certainly delivered.

“This has to be the most fun date I’ve ever been on.” He smiled you leaned into him all giddy and happy. 

“I’m glad you think so cause its not over yet.” He held the door open to his car then got in himself. 

“I can’t wait to see what else you’ve got planned.” The high you were feeling off of pure vibes was incredible, he actually indulged you in your love for bowling alleys and arcades. Growing up if you weren’t roller skating you were by the lanes eating greasy food and laughing with your friends.

Miles turned on the car to warm it up some, then reached into console and pulled out a single wrapped chocolate chip cookie. “Babe in the nicest way possible, that is not going to feed both of us.” You chuckled.

“It’s not that kind of cookie, but don’t worry its completely safe and I’ll be with you the entire time.” When you locked eyes, your mischievous nature couldn’t disguise itself. The smirk on your lips added to that look in your eyes told him everything. So he split the treat and handed it to you. 

“Bon appetit, baby.” 

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The second you got to his door, your hands were all over him itching to touch his skin. Your lips bruised due to the fervor the sloppy kisses you shared. It takes him an extra five minutes to actually get the door open. Once it is, your pushed up to the wall with his knee between your legs. You couldn't help but grind yourself on the thickness of his thigh, your high taking away all worries and just allowing you to actually enjoy the moment. 

“Fuck baby, I need you.” He breathes out as he licks on your sweet spot. 

You moan before pushing him off, “not here.” You smirk throwing off your hoodie and walking towards his bedroom. 

The weight of him on top of you in that moment felt like fulfilling a delicious craving, but its short lived as pieces of clothing are being thrown around the room. You take a second to admire the man’s physique, he’s a perfect mix of lean and muscular. His hands find yours as they run over his stomach and pulls them over your head, suddenly you’re eye to eye. You go up to kiss him when his other hand lifts up your leg. Your desire quickly turns to panic, “Babe?” There’s no way he’s about do this without any prep, right?

He looks up at your wide eyes and pecks your pout. “Don't worry I got you.”

“Wait I’m not- we can’t until- Miles!” 

Without any preamble, he pushes his length into your canal immediately being met with resistance. “Fuck you’re tight.”

He barely notices the wince you let out nor the whelmed up tears in your eyes from the intrusion. 

“Miles this isn’t, it hurts please just stop-

“Baby it’ll get fuck better.” He starts losing control of his hips and buries his face in the pillow next to you. The moan and groans are muffled by the softness, while your cries are silenced in fear. The pain worsens with each thrust, your pelvis feels like it could shatter and your walls must be coated in blood as the smell of iron wafts into the air.

“You feel so good. Baby you’re gonna make me cum.” Your gaze is locked on the ceiling, hiding your tear stained face from him. At this point you’re just hoping he’ll finish faster. You no longer want to feel the harsh thumps of your chest, the way his dick ambushes your walls, instead you find that hole in your mind that allows you to escape and jump.

Seconds later, Miles lets out one final groan before emptying into the rubber and pulls out. Too fucked out to do anything, he takes the condom off and throws it onto the floor. He doesn’t see the amount of red stained on it or even tied it off. He just slumps into the bed and falls asleep. 

It takes almost half an hour for you to come back to reality, your now pulse even but your body feels beyond wrecked.

You stared at the sleeping man dumbfounded for a few seconds trying to wrap your head around what the hell just happened. Letting out a muted scoff you grab the nearest item of clothing which ends up being his soccer jersey. After putting on the shirt you walk over to his bathroom. Each step made you want to double over, you could never look at him the same again. It felt like that night all over again, except ten times worse. Nothing made sense anymore.

Looking at yourself in the mirror isn't the same anymore. Your eyes are duller and your cheeks tear stained, and all you can ask yourself is, ‘what the fuck?’ You knew the first time wasn’t supposed to be sunshine and rainbows, but that felt like a hurricane followed by a tornado. 3 months of events that led up to the most awful night of your life. Rummaging through his cabinets you find ibuprofen and immediately down 3, you wouldn’t wish this pain on your worse enemy.

Your legs tremble as you walked back into his room and slowly slid yourself under the covers hoping he wouldn’t realize you were gone. Giving that he didn’t move an inch, you’d say you were successful, but at what cost? You could've just walked down the hall back to your apartment, but for some reason you thought that maybe in the morning things would get better.

In the morning things did not get any better. Miles’ ridiculous alarm that blared ‘Bump N’ Grind’ woke you up out of the worse sleep of your life. To make matters worse, it was 4 am on a Sunday.

“Babe what the hell?” You groan.

Miles responds with a grunt then turns all the lights on and leaves the room. 

“What a dick.” You pull the covers over your head and attempt to fall back asleep. A few minutes later he comes back in the room fully dressed for practice (minus his shirt) and yanks the blanket off of you. 

“I need that.” He says pointing to the jersey.

“Don’t you have like seven of these, why do you need this exact one?” You ask.

He rolls his eyes at your question and start gathering your clothes. “What are you doing? Miles what’s going on. Just talk to me.”

He dumps your clothes onto the bed. “Bitch just give me the shirt and get the fuck out.” You look at him stunned before getting out of the bed. 

“I know you did not just call me a bitch. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to Miles?” Your furrowed brows and crossed arms mirror his, but you’re on a whole ‘nother level of pissed.

“Y/n I don't have time for your shit. I have practice in 10 and I’m not letting your lazy ass make me late.” Then he leaves the room again. You throw off the shirt and hurriedly get redressed before storming out of the the room and chucking the jersey at him as he makes his pre-workout shake. 

“Thanks baby, I’ll call you later.” He says seconds before you slam his door. Now he wants be all cute and lovey. Arrogant son of a bitch.

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Prize of the Night

A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST!!

Though, thanks for requesting, I apologize if it is a bit short, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy reading!

Slight Smut || Continue with Caution ⚠️

Includes: Slight swearing, neck kissing, lust

It was the day of Brazils win against Serbia.

You and Richarlison were currently celebrating in your guys’ hotel room. Though, It wasn’t all so big as the actual celebration that occurred in the locker room, you and your lover decided to continue the celebration with just the two of you. And even if it was just the two of you, it was relaxed; You both enjoyed each others company to the max.

“I can’t get over that bicycle kick Richarlison!” You said, admiring over his skill. It was a game that was going absolutely no where, until your wonderful man scored the first goal.

“I’m flattered amor! I dedicate that one to you.” He replied with a smile. He pulled you closer to him on the couch, yearning for your affection. “In-fact, I dedicate everything to you, te amo tanto (I love you so much) (Y/N).”

Anything he said made your heart soar. He knew how to sugar you up, but you loved it. It reminded you about having a loving boyfriend who cares, and is here for the long run in this relationship. “You always know what to say querido.”

“Of course I do,” Richarlison leans close to your ear, “my beautiful girlfriend deserves the world.” That sweet, velvety voice that left his mouth made your heart flutter. However, you felt as if it was your turn to spice things up even more.

Taking a glance at his lips, you quickly lean in to kiss him, catching him off guard. He groaned in surprise, but soon the surprise turned into enjoyment, as the two of you were now making out. Every kiss deepens with love and passion.

Yet, with Richarlison completely mesmerized by your touch, you propped his back against the arm of the couch, putting your hand on his chest, then grabbing his chin with your other hand. You pull away from his lips to catch your breathe. You opened your eyes to see now that you were nearly on top of him. Taking advantage, you smirked saying “and you deserve my affection, let me pleasure you, bonito.”

-Richarlison’s P.O.V-

How could I say no? She knows my body, as much as I know hers. This was the real prize, the real accomplishment.

“You’ve already started, continue me dando prazer.” (Keep pleasuring me) replying to her. Closing in the gap once again, we kissed in desperation. Hearing her moan is music to my ears. Unexpectedly, she left my lips and started to kiss my jawline. I was in bliss, but I wanted more; I wanted her to move down to my neck. “(Y/N),” I huffed, “Kiss my neck bebê, please, preciso de você.” (I need you)

She let go from my jawline, “I was just getting there meu amor, trust the process,” then proceeded to go back. I closed my eyes, feeling her gradually go from my jawline, to my neck. She placed her soft, luscious lips on my sensitive neck and began to kiss it. I groaned in delight, I was moved from bliss to ecstasy under her touch. I throbbed with each nibble, and with her moan that vibrated my neck; I couldn’t contain myself. “Fuck, (Y/N)..”

I gently grabbed her hair and sunk into the lust that grew throughout the rest of the night.

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Kylian Mbappé (Footballer)....Personality Reading

He has a very youthful energy, very boyish and pure (in a childlike way). He comes off as a cool, chill guy who can turn anything into joke and is loyal to those he cares about. (I saw a scene of him reassuring a teammate after a loss or just some type of defeat, I heard "Everybody can't be great like me, it's okay". Lol, kind of goofing around while also trying to make others feel better). I even saw a scene of him kissing (who I presume to be) his mother on the forehead. Likely a mommas boy.

He's very family oriented, could of been a guy that has a big family. Lots of cousins and such to hang with and talk to. I feel like he's been heavily influenced by the males in his life (like his father, grandfather, cousins). They may have pushed him into this sport, he grew up around ppl that were soccer FANATICS and it's definitely a big reason why he's playing professionally.

He's not the cleanest guy. Not very self reliant as well, he likely can't cook (probably couldn't boil water to save his life lol). If his parents live with him, I see him relying on his mother specifically to still take care of him (do his laundry, cook his meals, wash the dishes etc...). If it's not her, it will be a maid doing this stuff. Homely duties just aren't his forte.

He loves to roast and diss his friends and loved ones. Arguments and banter is his love language. He has pretty tough skin as well. Whatever he dishes, he can also take.

Okay so. He's being restricted to doing certain public activities or just being in public in general (ik he's a popular person so it makes sense that he can't just be out in public like everybody else or things can get unsafe for him and others). But I'm seeing something about him being restricted sexually as well. It's like he's only allowed to be with certain types of lovers (like escorts or something of that sort). I feel like these are artificial lovers though, it's not like he meets women at a bar and then sleeps with them. No. It feels like women that are picked by somebody else in his circle, like a manager or something, that he's "allowed" to get with. He's quite displeased with the way he has to live his life, wants to do things more organically. (This way may be to protect him from gold diggers and clout chasers, but it feels more pushed onto him than it is a choice he made on his own. I'm quite confused, but maybe this is how celebrities sleep around discretely).

He seems to be quite restricted by his fame and job. I just get a vibe that his life may not be as exciting as it seems. Or as it could be if he didn't have ppl around him that weren't being so strict with him and places a lot of rules on him. Could be his contract or an agent, idk, but he is not free to do whatever he wants. He does have a rebelliousness to him, so he'll break the rules that he can get away with.

Lil Freak by Usher is a song that fits this reading's energy

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