hii, could you please do a marcus rashford smut? it can be ab anything u want, thanku<33
heaven 2 you → marcus rashford
summary: marcus comes home from a tough
loss and you have the perfect thing to make him feel better
pairing: marcus rashford x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected p in v sex,praise, marcus being soft, not edited !!!
"ohhh,” marcus’ sigh was loud, his neck and shoulders relaxing as i massaged the tension out of them.
"that feels so good, fuck." a following moan vibrated through his chest also sending a vibration down my whole body, hands pressing a little harder into his tight muscles. your hands have not been on him for long and he'd already half sunk into the back of the couch, you settle your body in his lap for the best access. his eyes had slowly falling closed, a soft sigh tickling your skin when you leant in to kiss him along his jaw.
“y'need to relax more, marcus, you can tell during the match how tense you are. you still played so well baby." you nipped at his skin, still pressing firmly into his back, "let me take care of you." tone soft, just wanting to give him what he deserves after a long day.
marcus’ hands found your hips, smoothly dipping his fingers beneath the fabric of your skirt. “i wanna get a taste.” he pleads “not yet baby, i told you i wanted to take care of you first.”
"maybe if you weren’t so up tight all the time i wouldn’t have to hold you off." you mumbled, quiet, but loud enough that his heard your subtle remark.
“is there a but?”
"but i don’t mind doing this, touching you.”
“mhm?”
you tugged playfully on his earlobe with your mouth continuing the fore play, as you rigged at his ear lobe he tugged at your hips and slid his body beneath you. even from the staff you guys didn’t have much between you but at this point, there’s hardly anything. marcus has his shirt off but has a pair of shorts sitting low on his waist letting his v-line show, you now, wearing your short little skirt and just your bra. even with the material of your skirt you could still feel the heat of him. you rolled your hips, shifting to get comfortable but marcus moaned achingly as he knew what you were trying to do. his fingers gripped your hips so hard it might leave bruises but it’s ok, you find them hot anyways.
his head had fallen back against the sofa, eyes closed, lips parted on a pleased sigh and it was impossible not to not kiss the lips that were parted right in front of you. easing your tongue into his mouth.
his lashes fluttered open as you rolled roll your hips and he held your gaze, hooded and full of love. it was a battle of who would look away first, as you kept the slow pace of rocking into him. your underwear was soaked, you knew marcus could feel it too as you repeatedly rolled yourself onto him. you wanted to get rid of everything between you, wanted to feel him inside of you but, you couldn’t let him be in control this time. he needs to break under you first.
his grip on your hips had fallen to your ass, his hands kneading and using it to guide how you moved, to press you over him just a little bit harder. you could tell he liked going at that pace you were at and let you move at your own. the muscles in his thighs were flexing with the effort to not push up into you. his dick twitched against your clit when you circled your hips.
"y/n,” he was trying to hide his moan in a laugh as he finally broke eye contact, let his head fall back again. he pulled your hips back, stopped your movements and you couldn't hold back your whine of disappointment, the feeling that was in your stomach now gone, your fingers slid around the back of his neck, as you attempted to wiggle out of his hold. “marcus, are you kidding me,”
you weren’t done. the tips of your fingers leading into his boxers. you were in control tonight. you told him you’d take care of him.
you shifted back on his thighs, slipped your hand into his underwear and wrapped your fingers around his dick. stroking slowly, his breathy sigh and the way his nails dig into your ass, you knew you were starting off great. moving your hand up, the first brush of your fingers over the swollen tip had his jaw wide open and his thighs tensing so hard it gave you a shiver.
marcus moaned into your mouth and his kisses grew a little more desperate, messy and uncoordinated as he groaned into your mouth before he drew back, pulled his thumb down your bottom lip to stop you going in for more. warm breath fanned over your cheek as he blinked slowly you wondered if you looked just as fucked as he did. you didn’t care. the final straw was you getting his boxers fully off.
"take 'em off for me, babe." while you were standing he shuffled his boxers completely down his legs, kicking them across the room. there is no way to look graceful taking underwear off and you snorted looking at him. the laugh died off quickly when you straddled him once again, both of your hands against his shoulders for leverage. "take this off too." he tugged at the ends of your shirt and even tho you didn’t want him to be in control, within seconds you were both completely naked.
his hand clamped your hip and then he was pushing into you slowly. your pussy opening to accommodate his thick length. he helped you settle on him, until he was completely inside you and couldn't go any further. "there you go, fuck, i don't- you're so tight."
with his hands on your ass again you lifted your hips, let his cock slide halfway out before sliding down fast, adopting a slow rhythm, marcus let his head tilt back, let you ride him the way you wanted, you were so warm and wet, swallowing him completely and he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven when you dragged your lips over his neck. one hand held your hip, helped you rock against him.
“is this heaven to you?” you laughed
jude kissed your shoulder, slid the palm of his hand up your back and pulled you impossibly closer.
“yes,” he moaned “feels so good, baby. you’re doing so well for me. taking care of me just like you said, yeah?” his words of praise had made you somehow even wetter, the sound of marcus’ cock clapping into you loud in the room. your moans were growing louder too, marcus becoming a lot more whimpery, you both knew it was creeping up on your both, soon.
marcus moved little circles over your clit and your nails deep into the skin on his bicep, your other hand grasped so tight to his shoulder it was like your massage from earlier was still going. with burning thighs you rode him a little faster, his cock pulsing inside of you and you knew he was about to cum, his moans were breathy.
your pussy clamping down so tight around him you were surprised he could still keep going. you hadn’t realised you’d half fell into his chest and he was ready to cum the second he got you there.
“oh, i’m-“ you pressed your mouth to his and he swallowed your whimpery cries against his tongue, pulled at your ass with one hand to keep your rhythm going. the gush of wetness and tightening of your pussy made him groan, cock pulsing as he came. he filled you, both of you shuddering and moaning softly,
“fuck, baby, there it is. yeah, just like that.” marcus laying back against the sofa, his hand leaving your clit to hold both of your hips and slow your rocking. you were still gripping his bicep but your other hand was at the back of his head, nails scratching over him as you both tried to catch you breath. you finally came to a stop, his cum dripping out and making a mess.
he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed his hand over the side of your face. you were both sweaty, sticking to each other almost uncomfortably but neither had any intentions of moving just yet. your body was still tingling from your orgasm, legs weak marcus asks
“can i get this treatment after every game?”
hope you enjoyed. request more for the future. i’m busy with school atm so pls be patient with me.