#sonny

His phone buzzing in the cubby behind him pulled him away from his thoughts as he turned to see who was calling. Your name flashed across the screen, and a flicker of shame ran through him at the thought of you watching the game and seeing how horribly they were playing. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer it, raising it to his ear to whisper a sullen, "Hey."

The moment your voice reached his ear through the speaker, his shoulders dropped an inch, your presence even through the phone helping to relax him. He nodded along to your words of encouragement, his eyes widening slightly at the words you spoke next. His eyes flitted across his teammates quickly before he stood to slip out of the room, mumbling a hushed, "Say that again," as they watched him leave with confused expressions.

Sonny was never the type to go on his phone during halftime, let alone answer a call. It must have been important for him to do so, and they just hoped that whatever it was wouldn't hinder his performance any more than it already was.

He returned a few minutes later with his jaw set and his gaze fixed straight ahead, a renewed air of determination clouded around him. Unbeknownst to him, the rest of the players exchanged sideways glances at his strange behavior before they all stood to make their way back out to the pitch.

—

You slammed your door shut and dived for the couch, turning the TV on just as they began the kickoff. You were able to sneak enough glances at your phone as you secretly streamed the game from your desk at work to know that something was off with the team. You just hoped that now in the second half they'd be able to pull themselves together and come back from the 1-0 loss they found themselves in before halftime, especially after the enticing pep talk you'd awarded Sonny.

It must have worked because the player you were watching on your screen could not have been the same one from the start. 

Sonny was attacking with a new vigor, weaving through the other team's defense before passing it to Kane. You gripped the pillow in your lap, your breath catching when Sonny darted forward, catching the pass back from Kane with one touch, then deftly kicking his foot back to collide with the ball. You watched with wide eyes as the ball curled past one last defender, past the outstretched hands of the keeper, and into the back of the net. 

You jumped from the couch with an excited scream, holding your hands over your mouth in disbelief as you watched Son run to the corner of the field, staring out into the crowd with a pointed look until Lucas Moura leaped on him, the rest of his teammates piling into a hug. 

Now they just needed one more to even it out, and it came exactly ten minutes later when the ball found his foot from a deflection right inside the penalty box. He knocked it clean in with his left foot, making the score 2-1.

This time he allowed himself to celebrate, running and dropping into a knee slide before popping back up to hit his iconic camera celebration. Right after the onslaught of hugs and head pats from his team, he turned to the camera with a wide smile, patting his heart with his hand before running back to the pitch. You held yourself back from screaming into your pillow, knowing that that was for you.

The game finally reached extra time, and just when you thought that was it—since all they really needed to do was tie—Sonny was going one on one with the keeper. He feinted left, turned right, and chipped it in for the third time. 

You sank back into the couch, a wide and utterly amazed smile blooming on your lips as he celebrated.

—

The locker room, compared to halftime, was electric. The sound of cheers and happy screams rang out as the team celebrated the unexpected win. Sonny, with wet hair and damp skin from the shower he took, was quickly dressing while accepting the praises and congratulations from his teammates with a dazed smile. 

Ben approached him, playfully shoving his shoulder. "How? How did you do that?"

Son only looked at him with a small smile, cocking his eyebrow up in question. "What do you mean?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "You completely switched after halftime..." He squinted his eyes at Sonny when he remembered the phone call from earlier. "What did she say to you?"

A faint blush crept up Sonny's cheeks as he ducked his head to finish tying his shoes. Ben only stared at him until he stood up and finally returned his eye contact, a smug smile now playing on his lips. Ben scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. 

Sonny gathered his bag and made his way to the door, not without interruption.

"Hey, hey, hey. You're in quite the rush," Dele called out after overhearing their conversation. "Got a surprise waiting for you at home after the hat trick?"

A round of teasing laughter echoed throughout the room. Sonny only shook his head, rolling his eyes dramatically but not denying anything. 

"You guys are welcome."

For good measure, he gave a dramatic bow and wave and slipped out the door without another word.

—

You’d barely moved from your place on the couch after the final whistle, a random TV show now playing. You weren’t really watching, your mind replaying all the goals and Sonny’s determined expression. There was something undeniably attractive about his hard stare and the way your "encouragements" actually helped him. 

The front door clicking open broke you out of your train of thought. You immediately rose from your place, turning just as he closed the door.

“There’s my winner,” you hummed through the smile spreading wide across your face. 

He returned your smile with a shyer, slightly more exhausted one of his own as he hastily dropped his bag to the floor and kicked off his shoes. His dark, starry eyes locked onto yours, trudging forward to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you clean off your feet in a tight hug. He set you down to bury his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back.

Before you could tease him, his hands were cupping your cheeks to press his lips firmly against yours. You melted into it, your hands gripping the front of his shirt when his tongue darted across your bottom lip. You parted them for him, meeting it with your own until you were forced to pull back for a breath. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispered.

“You mean without the reward I promised you?” You retorted breathlessly. 

He looked down to hide the blush that had formed on his cheeks, shaking his head in a quick, boyish motion that made your heat clench. When he spoke again, it was through a smile he was trying hard to hold back. “I mean without hearing your voice… but can I still have my reward?”

You scoffed at him, shoving him playfully only for him to pull you back into a smothering hug, his head returning to nuzzle into your shoulder. 

“I guess you can still have your reward after how well you did. By the way,” you pulled him back from your shoulder, fixing him with pointed eyes. “I said you only had to make one goal.”

“Well, I made three,” he said with a sly, cocky smirk that made your knees feel suddenly weak. “Does that mean triple the reward?”

You bit your lip and stepped back. Your eyes never left his as you trailed a hand down his torso, feeling the taught muscle flex beneath your touch, before stopping to hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, giving a firm, possessive tug. “Can you come three times?”

He let you pull him forwards, his eyes dazed and his cocky smirk softening. “After that game… anything is possible.”

You pushed him down to the couch, his burning gaze never straying from you. You braced your hands on the back cushion on either side of his head, leaning down to press one last kiss to his lips. He chased them as you pulled away, a soft groan parting his own that sent a wave of heat straight to your core. 

You sank down between his parted knees, your hands pushing at the hem of his shirt until it rode up to his chest. He took it from your hands, helping you to take it off fully without a second glance. Seeing him like this after a game, with his muscles bulging and worked over from all the exertion, was a sight you’d never grow tired of. Especially knowing how he always managed to save a bit of energy for this, for you.

Your fingers toyed with the button of his jeans before you popped it open, dragging the zipper down and tapping his thigh for him to lift his hips. He obeyed, and you slid them and his briefs down, freeing him from the constraints.

He was already hard, flushed, and heavy against his stomach. A bead of precum settled on the tip, glistening and enticing. You ran your hands along his strong thighs, nuzzling your cheek against the inside of his thigh, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive skin. He shuddered out a breath, his cock giving a little jump in response.

Your finger ran over a rough patch on his otherwise smooth skin and you glanced at the area to find three angry red scratches. “What’s this?”

You glanced up the length of his body to find his head thrown back against the couch, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. You kissed his knee to grab his attention, his eyes fluttering open as he murmured out a shaky, “F-Foul.”

You nodded with a soft smile, kissing over the sensitive scratches and up the length of his thigh, along the crease at his hip, breathing in his after shower scent. You finally wrapped your hand around him, giving him a slow stroke from tip to base, spreading the slickness as he moaned. 

You repeated the motion a few more times before you parted your lips, sliding your tongue up his length then taking him fully in your mouth.

He groaned, his stomach tightening as you swirled your tongue over his slit, hallowing your cheeks to suck on him properly. His hips gave a small buck upwards, chasing the warm wetness of your mouth. You held his hips down with your hands, taking your time to taste and indulge in his silky skin, the weight of him on your tongue, and the way you could feel every pulse of pleasure. 

You relaxed your throat to take him properly. You removed one hand from his hip to cradle his balls, rolling them in your palm just the way you knew he liked. He whimpered at the added sensation, his fingers tangling in your hair with light pressure to guide you further down his cock.

“Yes… just like t-that…” he choked out through short, frantic pants.

You bobbed your head in a steady rhythm, your tongue gliding along him with every pass. You sank down further until his cock nudged the back of your throat, your throat tightening at his size as you gagged and came off for a breath, only to take him into your mouth a second later. 

The loud, wet noises mixed with his broken gasps filled the room as you picked up your pace. You pulled off until only the tip remained, focusing on sucking the sensitive head. You could feel the tension coiling tight within him, his thighs shaking and his back bowing off the couch.

You pulled off with a soft pop, smiling wickedly when he groaned in frustration, his eyes glassy and fixed on you with a raw adoration, his pupils dilating at the string of saliva connecting your lips to him.

“Please baby—please let me come!” he pleaded, already guiding your head back to his cock, nudging the tip against your lips.

You chuckled at how needy he was before diving back down, taking him even deeper, swallowing around him until he cried out, his back arching off the couch as he held you down onto him, his cum shooting down the back of your throat. You took as much as you could before pulling off with a gasp and cough, milking the remainder of his release with your hand as you swallowed his cum.

He collapsed back on the couch, spent and trembling as the aftershocks of his release ran through him. You rested your head back on his thigh to catch your breath, pressing soft kisses to the skin as he fully came down. 

You lifted your gaze to find him watching you with a dumb smile on his face, his eyes half-lidded and clouded with a bliss that suddenly reminded you of the slick pooling in your underwear.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a new wave of adrenaline coursing through you as you looked at the man who’d dominated the game, now completely pliant to you. If only they could see him now.

You pushed off your sore knees, seating yourself over his lap to straddle him. When you rolled your hips onto his half-hard cock, he groaned, the sensitivity lighting his senses on fire. You smirked and cupped his face, bringing his attention to you.