#tottenham

fem!reader x micky van de ven (tottenham)

where you reward micky after his good performance.

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cw smut mdni

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the bed rocked back and forth with a slight creak that echoed around the room.

“you saw how well i played today?” asked micky, keeping up his slow and passion-filled pace.

you nodded, unable to mutter a proper reply.

you did see how well he played today. the whole team, actually. even if they were still 17th, a win was a win, a good performance was a good performance, and at least they weren’t in the relegation zone anymore.

“need to hear you say it,” he murmurs, grabbing a handful of your ass, stretching you open even more.

“mm… you… you played great today,” you spluttered, craning your head back to look at him.

he used his free hand to grab at your hair and use it as an anchor, smothering your right cheek into the mattress.

“mmhm… next time, when i score a goal, i’ll dedicate it to you.” he dips down, placing a kiss on the back of your neck, hands sliding over to your waist.

he continued slowly fucking into you while letting out little grunts and groans to go along with your cries and moans.

“gonna come?”

yet again, you couldn’t find it in you to formulate a proper response, so you just nodded.

micky laughed as if this all was funny to him before immediately picking up the pace. the filthy sound of skin against skin, the harmony of low and high-pitched moans, and the bed creaks all blended together to create that oh so familiar soundscape.

one particular hard thrust that hit just the spot sent you over the edge. you moaned his name amongst the murmurs of curses, your orgasm coming crashing in waves. you clenched around him as your back arched, resulting in a loud ‘fuck’ from him.

he followed suit soon after. he pulled out and released onto your back before crashing down onto the spot beside you, flushed and panting.

you flopped down and shifted over to him, your back still covered in his cum.

“next time, if you score a goal, maybe you can finish inside me.”

he was not expecting you to say that. he let out a snort before pulling you closer.

“yeah. next time.”