#hotspurs

TW: Sexual Content, Cursing

AO3 LINK!!!

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Summary:

Richarlison de Andrade is a kind person who genuinely cares about his team! Nothing gets on his nerves or provokes his hidden rage. All but his personal manager and interpreter. Richarlison is managed by Y/N, a former professional badminton player. She has a... distinct personality. Even though she is not a football player herself, she frequently criticizes Richarlison and offers him advice on how to play. But eventually, Richarlison is fed up with her criticism and lets out his rage.

It seems Y/N is going to have to manage his anger now.

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Notes:

idek why tf im writing this, i hope none of my football loving friends and fam find this, im gonna go hide now😭

I'm an Gunners (arsenal) fan so i felt like a traitor writing this, ur welcome you anon requester, i disregarded my morals for u

NORTH LONDON IS FUCKING RED GET THAT SHIT INSIDE YOUR HEAD

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The raucous screams of Spurs Home fans died away. Arsenal had won the North London Derby 3-1 once more. The Gunners' and their fans' loud applause only added to the pressure on Richarlison, who has yet to score for the Spurs.

Y/N L/N stood on the sidelines, shaking her head. She disliked playing on a team because it required her to interact with others. Y/N was a former professional badminton player with the most powerful smashes and drops in the game. A year ago, she retired and focused more on "helping" other players. She had to get used to the warmth and kindness of a team since she had never been on one.

Y/N had to admit that Arsenal this season was bloodthirsty for victory, and their passion was stronger than any other EPL team. She followed Richarlison, Sonny, Harry K., Hugo Loris, and the other players into the changing room.

"Fucking hell! That was incredibly embarrassing!" The manager, Antonio Conte, yelled as he paced around the room. "How could we have allowed that to happen? It's a disappointment for our home fans as well as for London. I'm not heading to training tomorrow; I need a break from this bullshit! Come to training if you want, but I doubt you will because it appears that your training has been doing shitswork!"

Antonio Conte stormed out of the room, leaving a tense atmosphere in his wake. Y/N turned to face Richarlison, who had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Richie, hurry up and take a shower; we need to speak about something." Y/N spoke while her arms were crossed across her chest.

Without missing a beat, Richarlison exited the locker room to freshen up.

"You shouldn’t be too rough on him." Sonny said while walking up to her.

"It's the only way he'll learn, and the only way he'll understand how cruel the EPL can be," Y/N said before heading to the garage to retrieve the car.

(In the car)

"Your passes were too conspicuous, and you were moving slowly; it took Ødegaard less than a minute to catch up to what you were doing." Y/N spoke while paying attention to the road.

Richarlison, who is used to receiving criticism, responds, "What would you know? The last time I remember, badminton never used a ball or had an exhausting effect after playing."

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched: "Do not speak of my sport with such disgrace; you do not understand how fast you have to be on the field and how fast the shuttlecock is. And unlike you, I would actually score.”

Richarlison sighed and slumped into the seat while looking out of the car into the streets of North London.

(Y/N's office, at players compound)

Y/N opened the glass door to her office and dropped the folders and keys on the desk while Richarlison waited for her speech as always. Y/N turned around and folded her arms while leaning on the desk.

"That was shit Richie. You’ve been with the Spurs for almost 2-3 months now and haven’t even scored one goal! Your passes are shit, you tire out too fast because of your damn height, you have no coordination with Sonny, and half the time you look lost in your own head!" Y/N harshly judged.

"I know, I've been trying, but it doesn't seem to work," Richarlison said, his eyes glazing over. "This team is different; it's too much."

"Then try harder or give up. It's not the team, it's you," Y/N abruptly cut him off. "Make no excuses for actions you know you're committing. Kane was ready for the ball, and so was Sonny! You were just too arrogant to try and prove yourself."

Richarlison sighed before responding, "It’s not like that you don’t understand-"

"Oh, but I do! I know what it feels like to thirst for validation. To try and prove that you are the best. Badminton players don’t have teams, so they strive to beat their opponents. That’s what makes them dangerous and ambitious. But you, oh you, are just arrogant and believe you can beat Sonny, so you try and fail over and over and over again." Y/N expresses her growing anger.

Something shifted in Richarlison’s stance and aura. "No. You’re the one failing. You retired not because you had accomplished your goal but because you were lonely. So you decided to find a team. A team where you can feel loved."

Y/N scoffed, "Keep telling yourself that. Without me, you would be nowhere. Without me, your voice would be nothing."

Richarlison took slow steps towards her; his anger was finally emerging. "No. Without me, you would be lying in a pit of your own tears, with nothing but yourself. Alone and broken." Richarlison was very close to her face now, and his eyes showed nothing but rage. "Your sister is all the way across countries saving lives in the OR; your parents are 6 feet under the ground and dead."

"Richarlison, watch your mouth!" Y/N screamed in his face.

"Keep your voice down. Word here spreads fast, darling." Richarlison said while placing his hand over her mouth.

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up, and she pushed him off of her. "You asshole! You are nothing to me. How dare you speak of my family in that way! I swear I-"

With his large hand wrapped around her throat, Richarlison spun her around in less than a second and slammed her into the wall. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were locked on hers. His lips were so dangerously close to hers that one might think it was an attempt at a kiss, but in reality, it was a release of anger.

"I am tired of your critics. Your harsh words cut too deep, Y/N," Richarlison muttered.

Y/N smirked and kept her gaze on his. "Good. The deeper it cuts, the more you learn."

"No, it’s the more I get angry. You have made me hold this rage for so long, princess. I’m ready to let it out."

"You’re pathetic, Richarlison. And so are your abilities; you'll never be as good as the team, and you'll never fit in. I can promise-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Richarlison’s lips roughly smashed on hers, and Y/N’s breath hitched. She didn’t kiss back, so Richarlison pulled her body closer to his. She fell into his warm embrace, and her lips molded with his. Richarlison’s hand, which was previously wrapped around her throat, moved to her waist.

"Be quiet. Not a word from you." He growled out.

His lips moved across her neck, leaving marks all around. Her top had a straight zipper in the front, so he clamped around the zip and dragged it down to her belly button. He continued the attack on her chest and bit the top of her breast. Y/N couldn’t help but release a groan from her mouth, which made her place her hand over her own mouth.

"Move your hand. I want to hear you." Richarlison spoke against her skin; it wasn’t a request, it was an order. And so she obeyed.

His lips dangerously moved lower and lower while Y/N just went along with him. Her short pencil skirt was riding up, showing her thighs off to him. Richarlison released a small, agonizing breath, and not a second later, he ripped off her panties and threw them to the floor. Y/N kicked her heels off and wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved up her body. Once again, his warm lips met hers, and they moved in harmony with hers. He propped her legs around his waist and carried her over to the desk. With one of his arms, he knocked over everything on her desk with one swipe and placed her on it. Through all of this, his lips never left hers until Y/N broke apart for a second.

"I hate you," whispered Y/N with a breathy voice.

"Oh yeah? Good. I’m gonna change that for you, love," Richarlison muttered against her lips.

He moved down to her legs and kneeled in front of her. He looked up at her and smirked at her lust-filled eyes. Y/N smirked and said, "Look at you. Down on your knees for me. How disgraceful."

Richarlison just chuckled before saying, "The only thing that will be disgraceful are the noises that will come out of your mouth when I fuck you."

Y/N’s eyes widened as his hand moved to the underside of her left knee and pushed her leg back. His face met her thick thighs, which were cold due to the air conditioning. The warmth of his cheeks pressed into her thighs.

Richarlison hummed before placing his lips on her inner thigh. "I’m going to love having these wrapped around my face."

His tongue met the juices seeping out from her cunt and spelt his name out. This action made Y/N undone. Her hand tangled in his short hair as he explored her. He pushed in and out of her with his warm tongue, and that’s when she lost it. Y/N gasped, "Richie, fuck! Right there, baby, mm, good boy."

Richarlison paused for a split second, looked at her, and said, "Say that again, princess."

"Say what?" Y/N spoke agitatedly.

"Call me a good boy again."

"Good boy, make me feel good?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.

That broke Richarlison and he continued his attack on her supple flesh between her thighs. His fingers made their way over, and he easily slipped his ring and middle finger inside of her. Y/N moaned at his action and tried to hold herself together so the staff wouldn’t suspect anything. This was dangerous for both of them and their careers. But at this point, they needed to release all of that pent-up rage boiling inside of them. And what better way to do so than with hate sex?

"Im going to make you reach ecstasy so much you will beg for me to stop. This is my revenge. I’m not going to give you the real deal until you beg for it, princess." Richarlison states as he pauses for a quick second, continuing on the moment he’s done speaking.

His tongue never stops moving, rubbing and circling around her clit, stroking her cunt's lips like a hungry predator on the hunt. Y/N's grip on his shoulder tightens as she desperately pumps her hips against his tongue, whining for more. As he made her cum in such an unusual way, Y/N dug her nails into his tanned flesh. She began to rock against his mouth; the knot in her stomach tightened, and his right hand gripped her hip. "That's it, pretty girl, let go for me," he said, his voice heavy and slightly hoarse, after pulling away from her flesh. One more thrust from his fingers, and she was coming undone.

"Richie, oh fuck, oh my god," Y/N moaned, trying to keep quiet.

Richarlison got up off of his knees and grabbed the back of her head, pushing his lips against hers harshly. He pulls away and says, "I’m not done with you yet. Let’s pray that no one is outside, because I’m going to make you scream bloody murder."

He lets go of her, picks her up, and throws her over his shoulder in a swift movement.

"Richie, if someone sees us, we are fucked," Y/N said frantically.

"That’s their problem, not mine; you caused this, remember that. So you are going to manage my anger," Richarlison replies as he opens the door to her office.