loophole pt 2;;
fem!reader x matheus cunha (brazil)
where matheus brings up a promise you made after the last game.
day 9 of my world cup series ~
part 1
cw smut mdni
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“then i’ll score just for you.”
that’s what matheus said after the last game after you’d given him a handjob. and score he did — twice.
both times, while celebrating, he’d stared directly at you while doing so. you found it both endearing and annoying at the same time. it was like he was doing this just to prove you wrong.
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“did you see that?” matheus asks when you enter his hotel room, the lock clicking soon after.
“see what?” you pretend to be clueless as you slip your shoes off, padding over to him. he was lying down on the bed, shirtless with a pair of grey sweatshorts hanging low on his hips, and looking especially good under the dim lights.
“my goals. they were for you, you know.” he sat upright, locking his eyes onto you.
you bit your lip when you saw his arms flex while propping himself up. “you’re skirting around what you actually want, mat.”
his hands went up to your hips as he pulled you closer, between his legs. “you know what i want, meu amor.”
you rolled your eyes before dropping to your knees, the same exact position as last week. he instinctively gathered your hair up into a ponytail as you pulled down his sweatshorts and briefs at the same time.
he sucked in a quick breath when he felt the cold air hitting his hardening shaft, and exhaled that same breath shakily when your tongue first made contact with it.
you licked from base to tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking his whole cock into your mouth.
he let out a groan at the warmth being enveloped around him, his hips twitching upwards subconsciously to feel more.
you slowly started to bob your head up and down, feeling his grip on your hair tighten, all while trying to maintain eye contact with him.
you barely once faltered while doing so, and when you started to speed up, his hips started to thrust up into your mouth to match that pace. “just like that… don’t stop,” groaned matheus as he stared back at you.
at some point he’d taken control, completely using your hair as leverage to move your head as he liked. and with a few last thrusts, he came into your mouth, completely without warning. to be fair, though, you could kind of tell — his cock didn’t tend to throb much unless he was about to come.
you didn’t swallow it, not at first, instead choosing to pull away. he looked confused for a moment before you started licking it up. a small smirk appeared on his face as you got every last drop.
you smiled back at him. “just as i promised, no?”
he nodded his head as he flopped back down onto the bed. “mm, yes.”
you let out a laugh, before handing him a towel to clean himself up a little. “you look exhausted, get some rest.”
“not until you’re beside me.”
after rolling your eyes, you got into the bed beside him.
“should i expect another goal next game?”
he nodded before pulling you closer. “yes, promise.”
@ vandevens 2026
