Summary: Where Y/N has finished her concert and is now in the backstage in her dressing room about to get change, little did she know she’ll earn a surprise visit from her footballer boyfriend.
The concert had been one of those nights you would remember forever. The crowd had been electric from the very first song, singing every lyric back to you so loudly that you could barely hear yourself through your earpiece. The arena looked almost unreal beneath the sea of lights.
The arena looked almost unreal beneath the sea of lights. Thousands of phone flashlights sparkled throughout the crowd like stars scattered across the darkness, swaying gently from side to side as the music echoed through the stadium. Every time you stepped onto the runway extending into the audience a deafening roar erupted from the stands the sound so powerful you could feel it vibrating through your chest.
After thanking your dancers and crew you finally made it back to your dressing room. Exhausted but happy you sat on the couch in your dressing rooming taking a breather from the incredible performance you held. You poured yourself a glass of water as a way hydrate yourself and to clear your voice.
Your concert outfit was a white skirt with lace frills decorated at the ends of it and a German national team jersey with Musiala printed across the back was still clinging to your torso. Being the girlfriend of one of the most famous football players in Germany, what better way could you present your love for your boyfriend other than wearing his jersey? And to top it off your wore long black sleek stilettos that made your presence more fierce.
A small smile appeared on your face, Jamal had no idea you’d dedicated part of your outfit to him tonight.
A few moments later you heard the dressing room door open slightly. Without turning around you assumed it was your manager. “Just give me a second!” You called out. “I’m about to change!”
The door opened a little wider and then a familiar voice spoke-
“I can come back if you want.”
Your head snapped around and for a second you genuinely thought you were imagining things. After performing an everlasting concert you thought your mind was playing games making you go crazy. Did I hear that right? You thought. Then you saw him standing there, hands shoved into his jacket pockets and a grin already spreading across his face.
“Jamal?!” Before he could even answer you were already rushing across the room. He barely had time to react before you threw your arms around his neck. “Oh my God!”
Jamal laughed as he wrapped his arms around you“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?!”
He shook his head immediately. “No chance.”
You pulled back enough just to look at him “why not?”
“Because then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.”
You stared at him for a moment before laughing.“Well it was a really good one I have to say.”
His smile widened. “Good.”
“I had no idea you were there.”
“If I’d known you were in the crowd I would’ve sung even better.”
Jamal looked genuinely confused. “Better?”
He shook his head. “You’ve never sounded better than you did tonight.”The compliment made you smile instantly. “I’m serious,” he continued. “You were incredible.”
You felt yourself blush slightly. “No bias?”
Jamal glanced at your body up and down admiring the outfit you were wearing his eyes immediately landed on the jersey, a very familiar jersey, his name, his jersey.
You followed his gaze then immediately groaned “Oh no.”
His grin returned.“Oh yes.”
You buried your face in your hands.“Don’t start.”
He looked over your shoulder to the jersey and tugged it slightly. “My name looked good up there.”
You laughed. “Wowww your ego is ridiculous.”
“My ego?” He pointed at the shirt. “You literally wore my jersey in front of thousands of people.”
“Because I thought it was cute. I wanna be a supportive girlfriend”
“And I appreciate that.” The smug expression on his face made your roll your eyes.
Jamal’s gaze then landed lower to your legs, your bare legs that were only half covered whilst you were wearing those long black stilettos, the ones you knew he would love, the ones you knew would drive him crazy.
“And these?” He said pointing at them.
“What about them?” You answered
“I think they would look even better when they’re resting on my shoulders.” He smirked which then earned a playful slap on his chest form you.
“Jamal Musiala! We are LITERALLY in my dressing room. Anybody could walk in. My manager could walk in. “ you said
He smirked at your response “it’s cute how anxious you feel about someone walking in, but the thing is babe that’s the fun of it, and now…” he paused as he took a moment to lift you up now he’s holding you, with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist “now you can give me my very own performance, starting now.”
He placed you on your dressing room sofa with your back pressing against it as he climbed down on top of you with both of your bodies in contact together. He first starts to press his lips against yours before he starts using his lips to attack pecks all down your neck, as your hand gently played with his hair. You moan in response to him gently biting at your neck as you felt him smile against your skin.
You tugged onto your Germany jersey, attempting to take it off about to reveal your bra and bare skin until Jamal took your hand and stopped you. “No, leave it on, I wanna see how pretty my girl looks whilst I’m fucking her with my jersey.” And so you obeyed.
Jamal didn’t explode all at once, that would’ve been too easy. No, the second he snapped he became calculated. Dangerous. Deliciously patient.
He caged you against the sofa, eyes dark but instead of giving you what you craved he made you wait. His lips brushed your skin, soft at first, trailing from your collarbone to your throat, but always pulling back just before you melted. His hands ghosted over every curve deliberate and maddening never quite where you needed them.
“Thought you were clever, huh?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Walking around like that in my jersey, showing the whole country how proud my girl is of her boyfriend, making me lose my mind all night. And now… look at you.” His grin was wicked as his thumb grazed your trembling lower lip. “Begging without even saying a word.”
Every time you shifted closer he pulled away with a low chuckle. Every plea only fed his control until seconds blurred into a haze of lingering kisses, whispered taunts and heat that built and built until your body ached for him.
He bunched your skirt higher so he could have full access to your panties and then your pussy whilst grabbing one of your legs to throw over his shoulder which would eventually give him a deeper angle to fuck you in.
He pulls your panties to the side and lines his tip by your enterance, teasing your wet folds which made you finally whimper, “Jamal please- ” he pinned your wrists above your head his voice rough and triumphant. “That’s what I wanted. My pretty little tease finally broken.”
Without hesitance he pushed all of himself inside you making you moan from the burn of the stretch you felt. Jamal wasn’t taking this very lightly, he was fast and rough with it, and you could certainly tell he’d been waiting for this all night. His tip abused your clit in the most delicious ways making you feel overstimulated of a burning desire.
The rest of the night was a storm so drawn out and relentless and every moment stretched until you thought you’d shatter. He gave and then took away, pushed you to the edge only to make you beg again feeding on every gasp and every cry of his name.
“Jamal please!” You cried “I’m gonna cum please please please!” You chanted as if your begging your way to heaven.
“Oh are you gonna cum is that what you want huh? Okay my love you can cum just take it nice and slowly, that’s it, my love.” He calmly spoke as he was talking you through your orgasm. You could feel him also twitching inside you feeling close too. It was only in matters of seconds you both groaned in pleasure as you both had reached your climax. It was hot, messy and most certainly unforgettable.
“Get on all fours my love, I want to see you take my cock whilst I stare at my name on your back.” he says. Of course referring to his jersey that you were still wearing. You got up and quickly got onto your knees and hands, your back arched whilst your ass was his main view. His cock found your enterance again and started pumping his hard member into your wetness. The sounds of your skins slapping and your ass jiggling only made him harder as he continually spanked you. “Oh baby I’m not going to last long- ugh fuck!” He groaned, hot against your ear as he spilled inside you in seconds. After a few moments of relieving his orgasm, he continued to pump inside you more until you reached your climax where you eventually did within minutes after.
The two of you were a panting mess, your skin is red and your legs are shaky. You finally turned your body so you’re now facing towards him. Jamal looked at you, a glint of love in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss your lips. “Good girl my love, you did so well tonight.” He praised as he stroked your hair. You hummed in response as you both stay collapsed on each other for a while, not wanting to move away from each other. By now you were spent, your body limp against his, hair sticking to your damp skin. He looked down at you like a man who had just won the sweetest battle.
Eventually, he helped you both clean yourselves up, he managed to change back into his clothes whilst you put on a fresh pair of new clothes that separated your life as a popstar to a girl who just wants to spends time with her boyfriend.
You both made your way out of the dressing room as a security guard guided you to the accompanied vehicle which would take you both back to your hotel.
Finally you stepped closer and bumped your shoulder against his. “You know,” you said smiling “this might actually be my favourite surprise ever.”
Jamal grinned. “Good.”His grip in your hand tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to offer reassurance and comfort. “C’mon, superstar, let’s get out of here.” And with your fingers intertwined with his you happily followed him out of the to the limousine still smiling from the best surprise of the night.
