mali👀

He'd walked into your arms without saying anything, back into the hotel room after reconvening with the team, no doubt heartbroken, no doubt feeling like he just wants to hide away from the world right now, away from all the interviews and the questions, and into your arms.

"You played so well baby," you whisper into his ear, "So good, this whole tournament, you should be so proud of yourself."

And you feel a little triumphant at the way he mewls at your words, rubbing his face further into your chest. It's true, what you said, he always puts his all into everything. But it must be so exhausting to carry that weight, and all you want is for him to let go of that pain.

"Amazing, you were amazing," You don't stop, you kiss all across his face, whisper sweet reassurances, "Top Goal scorer," another kiss, "So strong on the pitch," kiss along the jaw, "Never gave up." You trail your kisses across his cheek, back to his ear to whisper sweet nothings.

"I just..." he says, voice small "I just thought we could go further you know? Like we could really make it this time."

"I know... I know," you whisper, you rub at his chest. Resting your head on top of his and stroking his arms

You're about to close your eyes, let sleep and exhaustion take you both but then you look down and notice the tenting present in his shorts. You wonder if it's all the compliments you've been giving him, he always got a bit going when you praised him in the past, or if it's still the adrenaline of the match, or maybe how his head had been nestled into your breasts for the past hour.

"Ugh forget about that-" he starts, but you shush him. Giving him soft eyes that you know make him all quiet.

"Let me take care of you, baby, okay? Can I do that?"

You'll do anything to make him feel better, and he looks at you with such gratefullness.

"I- yeah, yes, please-" he whines and you're off.

You trail your kisses down his neck, soft and wet, dropping to your knees in front of him while he sits on the edge of the bed. You lay your palm on the buldge of his shorts, rubbing up and down slightly, his hips respond to your touch and he moans from above.

You don't hesitate, pull his shorts and underwear down and almost get slapped in the face with his dick. It's aching, weeping, begging to be touched, to be milked by your mouth, and who are you to deny such a sweet thing?

You look up at him, he looks back perked up but still a bit of lingering sadness from the match- you're determined to get rid of all of that ache, to suck him so thoroughly, make him feel so good, that he won't have space in his brain to think of anything but pure pleasure.

You nuzzle your face at the base of his cock and he keens out- so sensitive. Place wet, sloppy kisses at the base, rub your cheek along the sides of his dick.

"Babe..." he whines, hips jerking up at how you're teasing him.

Good, you're getting him all hot and bothered, let him think of nothing but how badly he wants to come.

"Yeah?" you whisper, licking at the lower part of his shaft.

You suckle at the base again, avoiding his fat tip where you know he loves to be sucked at. You continue your ministrations, teasing and placing slopping kisses, his voice getting more and more desperate.

"Hmmph-" he whines, "Please, babe, I need- need you-"

Yes, you think, this is how desperate you want him.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, "Let me take care of everything, okay?"

He looks thoroughly wrecked, face and chest heaving, but he nods, laying over his control, finally relaxing under the weight of the pressure.

You shift up and finally, finally, take his sobbing head into your mouth.

The effect is instant, his head thrown back, his voice letting out moans and whimpers.

You don't stop, you suck at his tip, run you tongue through his slit and lap up all his sweet, sweet precum. You flatten you tongue underneath the sensitive ridge of his head and he outright shouts, so keen on what you're reducing him to. His cock is so thick, fills you're mouth so utterly, you move you head down further and further, taking in more and more of him and feel yourself getting wetter at the feeling of being completely choked on his cock.

You're slobbering over his dick, sucking hard and lapping it all up, your hand covers the base, jerking him up and up. You twist in time with your sucks and he's moaning out your name in desperation.

You pull off his dick and he whines.

"Babe, what? why-"

"I want to try something, okay?" you saying, using your does eyes again. You must look a sight: lips swollen, wetness all over your chin.

He looks at you like you're beautiful, "What is it?"

You look back at his cock in consideration, You slap it against you cheek a few times to test out your idea.

"Ugh- babe-" he groans, "What're thinking."

It's a big dick, you've always know, takes up almost all your head you notice as you nuzzle your face into it. And you've never done this before, but tonight is all about him, his pleasure, and letting him lose control.

"I want you to fuck my face."

"Huh?" he says, haplessly, still a little lost from all the pleasure, "You sure?"

"Yeah baby," You place a soft kiss at the tip of his dick, "I want to be so good for you, will you let me?"

"It's just... I've never done it before, what if I hurt you?"

"I'll tell you if it is, okay? I promise."

He still looks a bit hesitant, so you bring out the big guns.

"Pleeeease, Jude," you whine, rubbing your face on his dick, "Please, I want you to fuck my face so bad, I need your big cock to stuff my mouth."

"Holy shit- okay, okay," he scrambles up from the bed, and you smile, pleased at your power.

You shuffle into place, kneeling on the floor and wait patiently as Jude gets into place.

He smiles down at you, takes his dick that's already leaking cum and wipes it on your swollen lips like a sticky lip gloss. You lick your lips and gather his cum back into your mouth, eyes closing at how good it tastes.

"Fuck-" he chokes, stroking his dick at the site, "You're gonna be the death of me, 'm so close."

You grin at his words, "That's okay, can't wait to swallow your cum, Jude."

"Jeez, okay, shit-"

He takes both of his hands and gather your hair back, you start opening your jaw as far as you can, you'll need as much space as you can get to fit him all in. You relax your jaw, stick out your tongue expectantly.

He feeds his dick into your mouth, slowly. It stuff you instantly, because not only is he big, he's thick and your lips stretch you take him all in.

"You okay?" he asks.

You groan around him in response and he swears he almost comes then and there.

"Fuck, fucking hell," He's accidently shoved the rest of his cock into you, "Sorry, shit, you good?"

You're full, mouth full, throat full he's all around you and it feels so fucking good. You moan again and he starts moving his hips, starts fucking into your mouth.

He's so loud above you, telling you you look beautiful, you take him so well, that you're mouth is so sinful but all you can think about is his fucking cock, shoving in and out of your throat, swallowing your thoughts whole. You're slobbering all over his dick, eyes watering, you can't do anything but let him take control, let him take whatever he needs to make himself feel better, to gain some control back after the loss.

"Shit, babe, you're a fucking sight to see."

You whimper at his words, it feels so good. His hips find a faster rhythm, shoving deeper in each thrust, his hands threading through your hair.

He snaps his hips harder and harder, getting more confident with each thrust, taking out the anger and frustration into your soft mouth. And you take it all, swallow every gag and let your jaw grow numb at being fucked so ruthlessly. You get wetter at the thought

"So close- 'm so close, your mouth so fucking warm 'n perfect-"

His thrust are stuttering, getting more errattic, and you can't wait to be filled with his semen.

"Okay- fuck, I'm gonna-"

He bullies himself as deep as he can into your mouth, stopping there to finish. You feel his hot spurts of cum coating your throat, he comes so much but you swallow every bit of it. It tastes saltly and exactly like him and you whimper at how stuffed you feel.

He softly leaves your mouth, and you cough slightly as he does. He comes down, kneels with you, strokes your hair and wipes lovingly at the corners of your eyes were tears had formed.

"So good, babe," he murmurs and you catch your breath, "You did so good for me, make me come so hard."

"Yeah?" you say, voice slightly hoarse, smiling at all the praise.

"Are you kidding?" he grins, "You were fucking perfect for me."

You lean your back against the foot of the bed and settle into his shoulder, energy depleting.

"Wasn't it my job to be giving you compliments tonight, not the other way around?" you tease.

"Oh shit," he says, frowning a little, "I forgot about the match."

"Oh... I'm sorry for reminding you."

"No- no, not at all," he whispers, kissing your cheek, "You're the reason I forgot in the first place, remember?"

You hum at his words, feeling sleepier by the second.

"Thank you, by the way," he says after a second, "Not just for... you know but everything. You really helped me, I don't know what I'd be feeling if it wasn't for you."

You open your eyes and see him look at you adoringly, and your insides glow at the feeling.

"It's okay, it's what I'm here for."

"Yeah, just, I love you so much." he whispers against your temple, placing a kiss there.

"I love you too," you say, choking a little.

He laughs, "I'm getting you some water, okay? And ice chips."

He stands to get up but you tug him down.

"Later, okay? Right now just stay with me."

He settles his head above yours, smiling, "Okay."

FIN.