hiii! i was watching the world cup matches from today when i got this idea BUT hear me out🙏🏽🙏🏽
okay imagine soccer player!rommulas who is playing a game where he gets red carded for pushing another player AND his team loses so he’s real frustrated and so when he gets back to his hotel room, gf!reader is trying to comfort him and telling him he still has a chance in his next game but roman’s feeling angry so he lashes out and takes his frustrations out on reader and he’s mean and rough and calling her names but she highkey likes it when he’s angry👀 and at the end they’re laying in bed in the dark, trying to go sleep, and reader is all tired but she’s still trying to talk to roman n make sure he’s okay she can sleep well knowing her boyfriend is okay but roman gives her attitude and tells her to let him sleep cause he has early practice tomorrow but since it’s dark she can’t see the smile on his face cause he’s actually feeling way better..?
sooo sorry if thats long and the ending doesn’t make sense😭😭 also off topic i love ur work ur so talented😳😳🫰🏽🫰🏽
a/n: ohemgee my first ask ty anon :> i love this idea...idk too much about soccer/football (wtv u wanna call it) so sry if shit ain't accurate
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The roar of the stadium was deafening, flags waved from every corner, and chants rolled through the stands in thunderous waves. Roman adjusted the elastic holding his dark hair back, smoothing a few loose strands behind his ears before the referee's whistle pierced the air.
He brought the ball down effortlessly, slipping between one defender before accelerating into open space. Then Roman feels a sharp tug and his jersey stretches against his shoulder. He stumbles but there's no whistle the referee motioned for play to continue. Roman lets out a sharp breath through his nose but he pushes himself back into the run. "It's alright!" one of his teammates yelled, "Keep going!"
Roman leaped for a header the ball skimming over both players. As he landed a hand yanked hard at his ponytail and hs head jerked back, "What the fuck?" He spun around and the defender only lifted his brows, "What?" Roman stepped toward him, "You got a problem?" The defender laughed, "You tripped." A teammate quickly slid between them, pressing a hand against Roman's chest, "Roman leave it."
He held the defender's stare for another second before turning away. A few minutes later Roman trapped a pass perfectly, only to feel another shoulder slam into his side. He barely managed to stay on his feet but again there was no whistle. The defender brushed past him, "Thought you were supposed to be the best." Roman clenches his fists but something in him tells him to let it go.
A boot clips the back of his ankle, Roman crashes to the turf and the ball rolls away. There's no whistle and Roman pushes himself onto his hands, staring at the referee in disbelief. Something in him snapped and Roman shoves the other guy with both hands hard. The defender flew backward, crashing onto the grass and layers from both teams rushed in instantly.
The referee sprinted over without hesitation. His hand disappeared into his back pocket and Roman didn't even try to argue when the bright red card flashed against his face.Roman stared at the card for a long second before dragging a hand down his face. His captain looked at him with complete disbelief, "Come on, man." Roman swallowed hard and without another word, he turned and began the long walk toward the tunnel.
As entered the tunnel the roar of the crowd still shook the walls, but it now sounded. distant. His cleats struck the concrete with heavy, deliberate echoes. Roman kept his eyes on the floor and he reaches ehind his head, to yankil the elastic from his hair. Dark strands fall around his face and he rakes both hands through it once before dragging them down over his mouth, "Fuck."
Halfway down the tunnel, an assistant coach waited with his hands on his hips be watched Roman approach but neither of them spoke to each other. Roman stopped a few feet away, still trying to catch his breath as sweat rolled from his temple. The coach looked at him for a long moment before quietly asking, "You done?" Roman swallowed, "Yeah." The coach nodded once, "Good, you know better." Roman closed his eyes, "I know..." The coach stepped aside and gestured toward the locker room, "Go cool off."
Roman lingered for only a second before continuing down the tunnel alone. The locker room door shut behind him with a heavy thud. Roman stood there for a long moment, staring at the rows of empty benches. His teammates were still out there playing without him. Roman lets out a slow breath before making his way to his locker. He dropped onto the wooden bench with a grunt, elbows resting on his knees. He reached down and began peeling the tape from around his wrist.
The adhesive came away slowly he balled it up and tossed it toward the trash. A television mounted high in the corner carried the live broadcast. The camera cut to his teammates.m they looked exhausted one man short because of him. Roman leaned forward, forearms resting on his thighs his eyes never left the screen. The stadium suddenly erupted through the television speakers. Roman's head snapped up the opposing team sprinted with arms spread wide in celebration and his own teammates stood frozen.
A few moments later, the locker room door swung open one by one, his teammates filed inside. The room filled with the sounds of exhausted men peeling off sweat-soaked jerseys, unfastening shin guards, and dropping themselves onto the benches with heavy sighs. Roman frowned, "I'm sorry." His captain looked over and he walked toward Roman, stopping a few feet away, "I know."
Roman rubbed the back of his neck, "I let him get to me." The captain nodded once, "He spent ninety minutes trying to. Next time make him regret it on the scoreboard." After a noneventful busride the team bus rolled to a slow stop beneath the covered entrance of the hotel. One by one, his teammates stood up, grabbing backpacks and duffel bags from the overhead racks before filing toward the front of the bus. Roman stayed seated until the aisle had emptied then he got up.
His duffel bag felt heavier than it had that morning as he slung it over one shoulder. He steps off the bus into the cool evening air. Hotel staff waited near the entrance, holding the doors open while security kept a small crowd of lingering fans behind the barriers. Roman kept his head down he wasn't in the mood for cameras. He crossed the marble floor in silence, barely acknowledging the receptionist's polite greeting as he headed toward the elevators.
Roman stepped inside alone and he pressed the button for his floor and leaned back against the wall. His footsteps echoed softly against the carpet as he made his way toward the room. The hotel room door clicked shut behind him and Roman didn't say a word. He let his duffel bag slip from his shoulder, the heavy thud against the floor making her jump slightly.
You're sitting on the edge of the bed ever since the match ended. The television was still on the post-match analysis filled the room quietly, replaying the moment over and over again. You muted it the second ypu heard footsteps outside the room. "Hey..." Your voice was gentle but Roman didn't answer he walked past you toward the dresser, tugging at the zipper of his jacket with jerky, impatient movements.
You watched him for a second before taking a few slow steps closer, "I watched the game I'm really sorry." You reached out carefully, resting your hand against his arm, "I'm here." Roman pulls away before you even finished speaking, "Don't." You let her hand fall back to her side, "I know today wasn't how you wanted it to go..." Roman lets out a dry laugh, "You think?"
"No, go ahead." He finally turned toward you his eyes were tired, "Tell me how it wasn't the game I wanted." You sigh softly, "I'm not trying to upset you."
You stared at him for a moment before quietly saying, "I was just trying to comfort you."
"I don't need comforting." His voice came out louder this time, "I need you to stop making stupid fucking comments." You frown, "I'm just trying to make you feel better Roman."
"Well, you're doing a shit job of it," he snapped, "You think hearing you pity me makes me feel better? It doesn't it makes it worse." You step closer, placing your hand onto his chest, "What can I do to make you feel better..?" you ask softly, looking up at him with wide eyes. His hand wrapped around your wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his anger. He pulled your hand from his chest, his eyes intense as he looked down at you, "You want to know what would make me feel better? If you got your ass up on the bed and let me have my way with you."
You don't argue with Roman you quietly make your way onto the bed sitting on the back of your knees looking up at him. Roman reaches down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "Keep those eyes on me and open your mouth." His hand moves from your cheek, pressing past your lips to rest against your tongue. "Wider," he says, "If you want to make me feel better, you use that mouth exactly how I tell you to."
You nod your head slowly, opening your mouth wider. He tugs down his panta drops his dick right into your mouth without warning, his tip hitting the back of your throat. "Fuck," he groans, watching as your eyes widen and you cough slightly. "Just take it, you needy bitch." He begins to pump his hips slowly.
"Look up at me," he says, his hand gripping the back of your head to hold you steady. He pushed deeper, cutting off your air momentarily. "Choke on it." He didn't wait for you to adjust to him instead he set a brutal rhythm that made your eyes water instantly. "This is what you wanted, right? To make me feel better?"
You gag and saliva pools in your mouth, as you try to focus on breathing through your nose. "Look at you, drooling all over like a little slut," he says, watching the saliva run down your chin and onto his dick. "Breathe through your nose like I told you." Ypu hum around him, gently starting to rub yourself against the mattress underneath you.
He notices the subtle movement of your hips grinding against the mattress. He yanks your head back by your hair, pulling his dick out of your mouth just enough to let you gasp for air. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?" he scoffed, gripping your face between his fingers. "Keep your fucking hips still." You whine softly, you so desperately want to keep moving your hips but you listen to Roman and you stop.
He watches your struggle for a moment, amused by how quickly you obeyed. He releases your hair but kept his dick right against your lips. "Good girl." The praise sounds more like a mock though. He leaned back slightly, watching your tear-streaked face. "You were getting way too comfortable rubbing against that mattress. What, you thought you could get off while I was using you?"
"I told you to keep those hips still, and you listened, didn't you?" he says softly, like he's talking to something he's training. "Such a good little whore." He slaps your cheek with his wet dick, "Now open wide again." Your jaw drops, allowing him to slide back in with zero hesitation. He thrusts in slow and deep, savoring the tight warmth of your mouth. His hand wraps around the back of your head again, but this time he holds you in place to set the pace he wants. He starts to move faster, the sound of wet sucking fills the room, "Fuck..."
You close your eyes and start to bob your head as your hand trail down to massage his balls. "Fuck, fuck," he mutters, as he pushes deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat perfectly as you bob your head. "Keep doing that with your mouth and I'm gonna cum." He didn't last much longer. His hand tightened in your hair, holding you in place as he came. Spurts of cum shooting across your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, even some splattering onto your lips. He pulled out just as another thick string landed right on your chin.
Your eyes flutter open as you feel a bright light, you look up face to face with Roman's back camera. "Pretty little slut," Roman snaps a picture with the flash hitting your tear-stained, messy face. "Turn around," he demands sharply, "Let me see that fucking ass." He gives a sharp smack to your ass, "You did good with your mouth now let's see if that pussy does good as well."
He drags his fingers through your folds, coating them before pressing two inside you without warning. You gasped, your back instinctively arching deeper. "Damm your tght as fuck," he groaned. He curls his fingers hard against your front wall and pushed deeper, hitting the sweet spot that made your knees wobble. You moan softly, your eyebrows furrowing upwards.
"Already making noise?" he taunted, pumping his fingers in and out with deliberate, rough thrusts. "Haven't even started fucking you yet." He scissored them inside you, stretching you open. He watched your face contort with pleasure, "You like that, you little slut?" He slaps your pussy with the back of his hand.
He removes his fingers, making you whimper at the emptiness. He grabs your hips and pulled you back, positioning himself behind you. The head of his dick pressed against your wer entrance, "Hold onto the headboard." You grip the headboard tightly and he slams himself inside you in one brutal thrust, filling you completely, "Push that ass back to me."
Your moans are muffled by the mattress as you eagerly push back onto Roman's pelvis. "That's it, you fucking slut." His hands grips your hips hard, fingers digging into your flesh as he pounds into you. "Look at you, you love being used, don't you, you needy little bitch?" Your moans turned into desperate whimpers as he picked up speed. Each thrust hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. "Gonna ruin this pussy for anybody else," he murmured against your ear, one arm wrapping around your throat. "You gonna come for me?"
Your entire body tenses and trembles as his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles amd achoked sob escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes into you your walls clenching and convulsing around him. He didn't stop fucking you through it, drawing out your orgasm until your legs were shaking violently. Your juices soaked his dick, making a loud, wet squelching sound every time he slammed into you.
Roman felt your inner walls tightening around him and let out a low moan. It feels like too much but it feels so good that you can't help but just whimper and moan at every thrust that he gives you, "Romannn" you whimper softly. "I know, I know," he groans, his hips fucking into you. He wraps one arm around your waist to hold you still when you tried to squirm away from the intensity, "Take it don't run from this dick."
His hand slaps your pussy again and you cry out, coming for the second time. The second orgasm rips through you even harder than the first, your body going completely rigid as he keeps pounding you through it. Your toes curl, your back arches, and you screamed his name into the pillow. He followed right after, cursing loudly as he came inside you, "Fuuuck-" He pulled out slowly, pressing a kiss against your messy, sweat-dampened shoulder.
After finishing and cleaning up the two of you are snuggled up in bed the lights now turned off. Though you keep on trying to talk to him to see if he's in a better mood which annoys him more. Romam let's out a long, frustrated sigh, his voice dripping with annoyance, "For the love of god, stop talking to me. I'm trying to sleep I have practice early in the morning." He rolls onto his back, facing away from you and pulling the covers up to his chin.
You pout softly and scoot closer to him, "Come on either you feel better or you dont." Roman gives you the same attitude but he has the faintest smile on his face that you can't see. "I swear to god..." He muttered, keeping his back stubbornly turned to you. Though there was definitely a faint smile tugging at his lips in the dark, but he made sure his voice sounded irritated, "I feel fine n ow go the fuck to sleep before I throw you out of this bed."
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