Champion - Fernando Mendoza
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Warning • Smut, jealousy, angst, small-argument
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The screams of the crowd still echoed in your ears as you stepped into Club E11even, the heart of Miami's nightlife. The national championship victory that had the entire country buzzing. It all felt like a dream, but here you were, living the aftermath in a sea of flashing lights and thumping bass.
Fernando's hand was firm on your lower back, guiding you through the velvet ropes into the VIP section. He moved like he owned the place."This is our night mi amor " he said, his voice practically a whisper over the music.
"You earned it Fernando MVP isn't just a title it's you " Your fingers firmly intertwined with his. The club was alive, bodies grinding on the dance floor, the scent of expensive cologne and spilled champagne thick in the air. E11even was legendary for all the celebrities and artists that come to party there but tonight it was commandeered by the team, bottle service flowing like a river and the crowd chanting Fernando by Abba.
The VIP booth was a fortress of plush leather couches and glowing tables, teammates sprawled out with women on their laps, laughter booming. Fernando pulled you down beside him, his thigh pressing against yours, arm draping possessively over your shoulders. "To the champions!" someone yelled, the running back and glasses clinking together. Fernando leaned in, kissing you in a quick, celebratory kiss that tasted of triumph and tequila. His tongue flicked against yours, promising more later, and you felt that familiar spark.
The night unfolded in a haze of joy. You danced with him on the edge of the booth, his large hands on your hips as you swayed to the beat, the DJ spinning tracks that hyped the crowd. Fernando's moves were surprisingly smooth, his body heat seeping through your dress. He spun you out, then reeled you back in, chest to chest, whispering, "I couldn't have done this without you cheering me on i hope you know that" Heat filled the spaces between songs with many stolen glances, his fingers tracing dancing all over your body, the way he'd pull you closer when a group of fans approached for photos.
But Miami's temptations were never far behind. As the hours ticked past midnight, the club's allure drew in many women in outfits that left nothing to the imagination, eyes scanning for the biggest fish. Fernando just happened to be that prize, just fresh off the win, his face already splashed across sports apps and social media.
You were sipping a cosmopolitan, nestled against his side, when they appeared a trio of girls, all tanned skin and confident strides, weaving through the crowd like sharks in the waters
They zeroed in on Fernando, ignoring the rest of the booth. "Fernando Mendoza! Oh my God, that game was insane i can’t believe that you did all of that! " the blonde gushed, her voice cutting through the bass as she slid onto the arm of the couch right next to him. Her hand landed on his bicep, squeezing appreciatively. "You're a total god out there we watched every second it was mesmerizing "
Fernando shifted, his arm tightening around you, but his politeness was his curse. "Thanks appreciate the support " he said, flashing that megawatt smile. A brunette leaned in from the front, her perfume cloying and sweet. "Seriously that last drive absolutely epic. You deserve to celebrate big" Her fingers trailed down his arm, lingering at the edge of his sleeve, while a other one snapped a photo on her phone, tilting so mucg thar she was pressed against her two friends .
You felt a tilt the jealousy coil in you like a volcano on the verge of eruption. It wasn't the first time groupies were part of the football life but tonight, with the high of the win making everything raw, it stung deeper. Mostly because you knew their true intentions and it wasn’t truly about how talented he was in that game. You sipped your drink harder, the tart liquid burning your throat, as the blonde laughed at something Fernando said about the game. "You must be exhausted want us to get you another drink or you could maybe join us on the floor? we could show you how Miami dances " Her eyes flicked to you dismissively, like you were just apart of the decor, before going back to batting lashes at him.
He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah I'm good here with my girl " But the words didn't land fast enough. The brunette's hand was on his knee now, casual but invasive, and she whispered, "Come on just one song for the fans". Your cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and anger. Were you paranoid, or was this crossing lines? Fernando glanced at you, brow furrowing slightly but the girls pressed on, their laughter tinkling like shards of glass.
"He's taken" you said finally voice sharp and intended, setting your glass down. The booth quieted for a beat, teammates exchanging looks. The blonde arched a brow, smirking "Oh, honey, we're just congratulating the champ no mean to harm". But her hand stayed on his arm holding it slightly tighter .
Fernando trying to disentangled it gently, then pulling you closer. "Appreciate it, ladies, but we're chilling" His tone was firm, but the damage was done. The seed of doubt sprouted did he enjoy the attention? The ego boost after such a grueling season? You excused yourself, mumbling about the bathroom, weaving through the crowd of bodies. The club's mirrors reflected your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears. He's yours boyfriend, you reassured yourself. But why does it feel like you're fighting for scraps? You didn’t want to look paranoid or controlling but all this newly found attention worried you about him getting over you.
Back at the booth, the girls hadn't left. They were huddled around him, phones out, posing for more pics. One draped an arm over his shoulders, her breast brushing his chest, and he smiled for the camera, polite sure but it twisted the knife. Months of supporting him flashed by the away games where you'd fly solo, you nursing him back, the pressure of NIL deals and scouts breathing down his neck. And now, on his biggest night, you felt sidelined.
You grabbed your phone, texting him:
Going back to the hotel feeling a bit tired.Have fun.
The cab ride was torture, Miami's neon blurring into flash of color, the championship hype brought thousands outside. The team hotel loomed like a sanctuary, all glass and luxury on the waterfront. Your suite was expansive king bed with ocean views, marble bathroom, the faint scent of Fernando's cologne lingering from check-in. You kicked off your heels, collapsing onto the bed in your dress, the fabric rumpling. Tears came then after all the build up of frustration. Jealousy morphed into fear, what if the fame changed him? What if you weren't enough for him to stay?
The door burst open around 2 AM, his energy a mix of worry and remnant of the night's buzz. He'd ditched the jacket somewhere in the corner, now in a fitted black tee that hugged his pecs and jeans slung low. "Babe what happened? Your text " He walk across the room, sitting beside you, hand hovering before touching your knee.
You sat up wiping your eyes. "Those girls, Fernando they were all over you, touching you, flirting like I wasn't there and you let it happen."
His face fell, confusion turning to regret. "I didn't let anything happen I told them to back off. Aiden even stepped in"
"It didn't look that way" you shot back, voice cracking. The anger poured out words tumbling like a train . "I've been your rock through everything the losses, the scouts questioning your arm, the long-distance when you trained. I gave up my summer internship for your camps and tonight, I felt like a prop. Invisible while they paw at you."
He stood, pacing, hands raking through his hair. "That's not fair. You think I want that? Those girls are noise. You're my world." But frustration edged his tone, the exhaustion of the day wearing thin. "I came straight here when I saw your message even ditched the afterparty."
"Did you? Or did you pose for more photos first? Laugh at their jokes?"
The accusation hung heavy, the room feeling smaller, charged with the weight of unspoken fears.
Fernando stopped, eyes locking on yours, pain mirroring your own. "I love you and only you The win means nothing without you in the stands, in my corner" He sat back down next, holding your face, thumbs caressing your face.
"I'm sorry I should've shut it down harder, faster"
The apology cracked your walls. "Prove it " you whispered, the challenge laced with need. His kiss was desperate, lips kissing yours with a hunger that erased the club's chaos. Tongues swirling, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your neck for his teeth to bite on. Sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with his tongue, lapping in slow circles that made you shiver.
Fernando lifted you like you weighed nothing, laying you down. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the dress higher, bunching it at your waist to reveal your bare pussy, already wet from the emotionation. He knelt between your legs, spreading your thighs wide with his strong palms, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. His breath ghosted over your before his mouth going down , tongue flat and hot as he licked a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring the taste of you.
You moaned hips bucking up instinctively, fingers threading through his curls to hold him there. He moan against you’re thight, the vibration buzzing through you, and delved deeper, tongue thrusting inside your pussy, fucking you with it in shallow pumps. His lips sealed around your clit next, sucking firmly while two thick fingers pushed into you, stretching you as he curled them upward, stroking the spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Fuck, you taste so good "
he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin shining with your cum. He plunged his fingers deeper, scissoring them to open you up, thumb circling your clit in tight, relentless motions. His tongue joined again, flicking rapidly over the sensitive nub while he pumped his fingers faster. You writhed beneath him, legs trembling, the feeling in your stomach tightening as he added a third finger, filling you completely, knuckles brushing your entrance with each thrust.
"Im begging you don't stop"
You begged, the earlier hurt fueling this fire, turning vulnerability into desperate want. He pinned your hip with his free hand, holding you steady as you tried to grind against his face, his tongue lashing your clit harder, teeth bitting it lightly for that edge of pain. The pressure built relentlessly, your pussy clenching around his fingers, walls fluttering as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, back arching off the bed, cum flooding his hand as he kept thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until you collapsed, panting.
Fernando rose, stripping off his shirt to reveal his abs flexing with each breath, the faint scars from brutal tackles tracing lines across his skin. He kicked off his jeans and boxers in one motion, his cock springing free long, thick, leaking already. You sat up, drawn to it, wrapping your hand around the base, feeling it throb hotly in your grip. You stroked upward, slow and firm, thumb swiping over the slit to collect the bead of fluid, then licked it off your finger, tasting the salty aftertaste.
He hissed, hips jerking forward. "Suck it, babe show me how much you want this " You leaned in mouth watering, tongue darting out to lick the underside from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein. His balls hung heavy, and you cupped them gently, rolling them in your palm as you took the head into your mouth, sucking hard. Fernando's hand fisted in your hair, guiding but not forcing, as you bobbed down further, lips stretching around his girth, cheeks hollowing with each pull.
You worked him deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat to take more, gagging slightly when the head hit the back but pushing on, saliva dripping down your chin. His moans were music to your ears , low and guttural, hips rocking shallowly to fuck your mouth. "That's it, take my cock like a good girl" he gasp, watching you through hooded eyes. You hummed around him, the feeling making him tweak, and swirled your tongue over the sensitive frein, hand twisting at the base in rhythm with your sucks.
After minutes of this torment, he pulled you off with a wet pop, cock slick and shining from your mouth. "Need to be inside you now" He pushed you back onto the pillows, settling between your legs, rubbing his cock along your soaked folds, coating himself in your release. The head nudged your entrance, and he thrust in slowly, your pussy grasping to his size, walls hugging every ridge. You both moan at the feeling, the fullness making you feel claimed, owned.
He bottomed out, balls snug against your ass, pausing to let you adjust, his mouth finding yours in a deep kiss tongues tangling, tasting yourself on him. Then he started moving, hips pulling back before snapping forward, setting a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking. Each thrust dragged his cock along your inner self, hitting deep, the angle perfect for brushing your g-spot. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him closer, nails raking down his shoulders.
You demanded, the jealousy echoing in your voice, needing him to erase every touch from those girls. He growled, pace quickening, thrusts turning punishing skin slapping loudly. One hand braced beside your head, the other captured your breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting until you gasped. He leaned down to suck the other into his mouth, teeth grazing the peak, tongue laving it roughly while he pounded into you.
He shifted, hooking your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half, driving even deeper, the head of his dick slamming against your cervix with each plunge. "So fucking tight" he panted, free hand sliding between you to rub your clit in fast circles, building you toward another peak.
Orgasm crashing hard pussy spasming, milking his length as you screamed his name. He didn't stop, fucking you through it, prolonging the bliss until tears pricked your eyes. Then he pulled out abruptly, flipping you onto your stomach with ease, yanking your hips up so you were on all fours, ass presented to him.
His palm cracked against your cheek, the sting blooming into heat, making you yelp. "This ass is mine," he said, rubbing the spot before spreading your cheeks, spitting on your puckered hole for good measure though tonight, he focused lower. He lined up and slammed back into your pussy from behind, the new angle allowing him to go impossibly deep, balls slapping your clit with every thrust.
You pushed back to meet him, grinding your hips, one hand reaching under to your own clit as he railed you. His fingers dug into your hips, bruising, pulling you onto his cock like a vice. He reached forward, fisting your hair to arch your back, the pull exposing your neck for him to bite down, marking you again. "Gonna fill this pussy up," he promised, thrusts erratic now, cock swelling thicker inside you.
The pressure mounted once more, your body hypersensitive, every nerve alight. He released your hair to slap your ass again, the sharp pain tipping you over orgasm ripping through you, pussy gushing around him, soaking the sheets. Fernando buried himself to the hilt, scream as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding your depths, pulsing against your walls. He kept rocking gently, riding out the aftershocks, until he softened enough to slip out, his sperm trickling down your thighs.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his sweat dampened chest, both of you breathing hard. His lips peppered soft kisses along your shoulder, hand stroking your side in lazy patterns pure fluff washing over the intensity. "No more doubts, mi amor. You're my everything, my champion" You nodded trying to catch your breath holding on to him as he slowly strokes you’re hair. Just the peace off it you and him solid.
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