Fic: Three Times a Charm (Ozil/Ronaldo)
TITLE: Three Times a Charm
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: (PWP) Cristiano scores a hat trick against Getafe. Mesut rewards him with a hat trick of orgasms. Written for a prompt at footballkink2
FANDOM: Football (Mesut Ozil/Cristiano Ronaldo)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
WARNING: Anal play
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
He was standing in front of his locker, wearing nothing more than a white towel around his hips. Beads of water dropped from the ends of his hair and trailed down the length of his spine, his wet skin glistened in the the silent and empty locker room.
Mesut tip toed across the tiles, reaching out when he was close enough to trace his fingers along Cristiano's hips. "Are you ready?" Mesut asked, pressing against Cristiano's back and reaching out with his tongue to catch one of the water droplets on his shoulder.
Cristiano glanced over his shoulder and smiled softly when he noticed Mesut there. His dark hair was damp and falling across his forehead and he had a soft seductive gleam in his eye. "Ready for what?"
"For your reward," Mesut smiled, pressing his torso up against the slick warmth of Cristiano's back. He caught his earlobe between his teeth in a gentle nip before pressing a line of open mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulder.
Cristiano shivered, "what kind of reward?"
Mesut smiled, hands wandering unchecked across his abs and stomach. "I think a hat trick of goals deserves a hat trick of orgasms, don't you?"
Cristiano’s towel fell in a heap on the floor. "I… uh…." Cris stammered, struggling to get his body under control when the mere suggestion of three orgasms had him stuttering over his words.
"You, what?" Mesut teased, spinning Cristiano around and shoving him up against the line of lockers - he leaned over and caught Cristiano's nipple between his teeth, bitting down sharply. Cristiano emitted a hiss that quickly faded into a sigh as Mesut laved the area with the flat of his tongue. "How many goals did you score?" Mesut murmured twirling his tongue around the neglected nipple until it hardened.
Cristiano swallowed, "You can't give me three orgasms, Mesut."
Mesut shifted to lick along Cris's jaw, kiss under his ear and against his neck. "Is that a challenge?" he breathed, pushing a jean clad thigh between Cristiano's legs and yanking his head down.
“Yes,” Cristiano breathed against Mesut’s lips, gripping his arse and pulling him against him.
They devoured each others mouths, hunger building as they rocked together. Cristiano's mouth was hot and wet, claiming Mesut's as his own, then moving down to Mesut's neck as harsh sounds of want and need spilled over the edge.
Mesut moaned, cupping Cris's arse and pulling him even closer, the friction of his jeans making Cris groan and thrust his cock into Mesut's, rubbing hard. Cris reached down and tried to undo Mesut's belt, but as soon as his hands were at his waist, Cris gasped and let out a ragged breath that sounded like 'please'.
Mesut reached down between their bodies, stroking Cris quickly, moving down to cup and squeeze his balls. Cris thrust into his hand, his own hands gripping Mesut's arse and upper thighs, mouth hungry at his throat. "Oh god, yes, Mesut. I'm gonna come like this."
He stroked Cris harder and felt him shudder, felt his body stiffen against his own and then Cris was moaning in his ear, coming in Mesut's hand in hot spurts, spilling across his stomach and Mesut’s jeans.
“Fuck,” Cris whispered as they leant against the lockers panting.
Mesut squeezed his eyes shut, hands trailing over Cris’s ribs. He was painfully hard in his jeans, but he pushed away Cris’s hand when he reached for his belt. "Lets take a shower," he whispered.
“Another one?” Cris asked lazily, wrapping his arms around Mesut’s shoulders and burying his face against his neck. “Did I get you all dirty?” he teased, hands slipping under Mesut’s shirt to caress his lower back.
Mesut chuckled and stepped back, glancing down as his ruined jeans before taking Cris’s hand and pulling him into the showers.
The shower room was moist and steamy from eleven players earlier on in the evening. Cris got one of the showers at the end of the room going while Mesut struggled to get himself together. He pulled his shirt over his head and startled when he felt warm fingers against his stomach.
Cris’s mouth found his and they kissed slowly. Cris’s nimble fingers unbuckled mesut’s belt and undid the button of his jeans. Mesut inhaled sharply as the zip came down, freeing his cock from the confines.
“I have never seen you so hard,” Cris whispered, fingers stroking along Mesut’s length, “I bet I could pin you to the wall and talk you into coming.” His fingers squeezed tighter.
Mesut groaned, “if keep doing that, you’ll make me come and I’ll forget all about you two other orgasms.”
Cris smiled tracing his tongue along his lower lip. “Lets make a deal; If you make me come two more times, then I’ll give you an orgasm for every assist you make for the rest of the season.”
“That,” Mesut whispered, stepping out of his jeans and walking Cris backwards into the spray, “is quite possibly the most amazing thing you have ever said to me.”
Cris pushed him against the wall and devoured his mouth, tongues battling as the lust rose within them. “Do we have deal?”
“I’ll raise the stakes. If you give me three orgasms tonight in this locker room, then I’ll give you an orgasm for every single goal you score for the rest of the season.”
Cris grinned, hands wandering all over Mesut’s body, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”
Excellent.
Mesut grabbed the soap and lathered it up between his hands, washing the cum off Cris’s stomach and letting his hands gently lather the suds along Cris’s arm’s, chest and back. Squatting down, he repeated the process along Cris’s legs before encouraging Cris to turn and lean his hands into the wall. Mesut spent some time teasing his fingers across Cris’s arse before dipping into the crack and teasing along his hole.
Cris whimpered in protest when Mesut moved away. “Soon,” Mesut promised him, turning him around and pushing his back against the wall. “Lean back.”
Cris did as he was told and Mesut sat back on his haunches, sliding his hands up over Cris’s thighs and hips. Cris's cock was filling and growing, and Mesut admired it briefly before taking it in his hand to feel the weight of it, to feel it grow. Long and thick, the skin was smooth and warm as butter.
Mesut slid down Cris's body and breathed in the smell and taste of him, like the scent of his neck but stronger. He rubbed his cheek against the semi hard shaft and buried his nose in the crease of his groin. Cristiano's fingers stroked through Mesut's hair before resting on the back of his neck.
Mesut leaned forward and took Cris into his mouth, rolling Cris's balls between his fingers as his cock grew, filling his mouth. He sucked gently at first, tongue flitting over the skin, then harder. He danced his tongue over the tip of the head, playing quickly with the slit before licking and kissing along the shaft, pulling it into his mouth with quick sucks that made Cris groan.
"Oh god, Mesut…"
His plea cut off as Mesut swallowed him down and held him there, waiting until his gag reflex threatened before sliding his tongue back up the shaft to the head. Long licks, then hot swirls, working around the rim, pressing everywhere he knew counted extra.
"Fuck…" Cris whimpered.
Hands spread on Cristiano's thighs to anchor himself, Mesut went down the silky length, bobbing and humming, his hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping it gently. When Cris groaned and started pushing into his hand, he moved back, licking and kissing down the shaft before taking Cris to the back of his throat, rubbing him against the soft heat.
Cris was making moaning noises that meant ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘harder’ and ‘now’. Mesut bobbed his head, taking Cris deep, sucking hard, feeling the thick cock hit the roof of his mouth before sliding to the back of his throat. He put both hands against Cris's hips and worked faster, long sucking pulls that had Cris groaning and trying to thrust deep into his throat.
“Fuck yes,” Cris moaned. “Mesut... gonna come.”
Mesut looked up at Cris, saw glazed eyes hot on him and moaned before he closed his eyes and swallowed.
Cris cried out and came, filling Mesut's mouth with seed. Mesut swallowed, the taste sending his senses reeling, his own cock hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. He sucked Cris gently, bringing him down, not letting go until Cris was soft against his tongue.
"Oh fuck," Cris whispered, slipping down the wall and slumping against the tiles. "I think I'm going to faint…"
“No your not,” Mesut smiled, straddling Cris’s hips and pressing their lips together, sharing the taste between them. “One more to go.”
“Mmm,” Cris murmured, laying back against the tiles and pulling Mesut against his chest. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Fuck yes, think you can take it?” Mesut bit down against Cris’s nipple.
Cris jumped and let out a breath at the shock of pain. “Fuck yes, I could go all night.”
Mesut smiled and licked his way down Cris’s stomach. “Turn over.”
Cris did, rolling onto his stomach. The water from the shower beat down around them and they were both sitting in a couple of centimeters of water. Mesut straddled Cris’s hips and ran his hands down Cris’s back, repeating the action again and again, strengthening his stroked and massaging deeper and deeper until Cris was loose and pliant under him. Mesut continued the massage, giving him the time to recover from his two orgasms. But Mesut couldn’t wait any longer, he was still hard as a fucking rock and rubbing against the cleft of Cris’s arse every time he bent forward was not helping.
Leaning forward, Mesut ran his tongue down the length of Cris’s spine and made his way to his cleft, using his tongue to tease at Cris’s entrance.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Cris moaned, shifting impatiently against the tiles.
Mesut licked and teased some more before pulling his cheeks apart and slipping a finger inside.
“Oh god.” Cris whispered, trying to get more as Mesut increased the pressure, fucking him with one, then two fingers slicked with soap. Cris was gasping and moaning against the tiles - he sounded like something straight out of a porno.
Mesut curled his fingers slightly and found the smooth firm spot inside Cris and swiped over the gland teasingly.
“Shit,” Cris panted, fingers curling against the slick tiles. “Fuck me,” he whispered desperately, voice thick with need. “Do it, now.”
Mesut smacked his arse, “roll over. I want to see you when you come for a third time.”
Cris groaned and did so.
Keeping his eyes on Cristiano's face, Mesut slicked his cock the best he could with the materials available and used the excess to check Cristiano's entrance. He hooked Cristiano under the knees and bent his legs back. Cristiano’s limbs were loose and pliant - his eyes were so dark with pleasure that they were almost black. Mesut was pretty sure that when all this was done, he would never get him off the bathroom floor.
It took every ounce of Mesut’s self control to not just take what he wanted. He pressed the head of his erection to Cris’s hole, trying to be slow, trying not to hurt.
Cris thrust his hips forward, not so patient, even with two orgasms under his belt.
That was all he needed. Mesut’s control snapped and he thrust all the way inside in one rough movement.
Cristiano threw his head back and cried out.
Mesut panted, his entire body shivering with the need to come. “Oh fuck you are tight. I’m not gonna last long.”
“Just fuck me Mesut,” Cris snarled.
So Mesut did, he took him hard and fast, pounding into Cris's arse with quick hard thrusts, the slap of flesh upon flesh punctuated by the sharp ragged grunts which spilled unchecked into the air. Though Cris had already come, he stayed hard. Wiggling his arse, he squirmed and withered against Mesut. Spurred on by Cris's sexy, maddening moans, he picked up the pace, bracing himself against Cris’s shoulder as he moved.
Cris moaned and thrust his hips up, pulling his legs back even further. "There Mesut, right there. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again."
Mesut moved faster, hitting Cris's gland with every stroke, feeling himself get closer and closer and closer. Grunting Mesut reached out a gripped Cris's cock, desperate to get him off one last time.
Cris was quivering, so close to release that Mesut could practically feel his come traveling from his balls to his cock and then Cris just shattered. He cried out so loud that Mesut wondered why security didn’t come running. He didn’t shoot as much come this time, but his orgasm seemed to spiral on forever, pushing Mesut over the edge with a solid shove and Mesut could't breathe, couldn’t cry out, could barely process anything as his body slumped down onto the tiles.
They were both breathless and gasping for several long minutes afterward. Cris seemed to be in some state of shocked disbelief, he just lay there like jelly, one arm thrown over his eyes, fingers trembling.
Mesut poked him gently in the shoulder, "are you okay? Are you dead?"
Cris swallowed thickly and chuckled, "how many assists did you make tonight? I think I have some pay back to give.”
THE END
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RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: (PWP) Cristiano scores a hat trick against Getafe. Mesut rewards him with a hat trick of orgasms. Written for a prompt at footballkink2
FANDOM: Football (Mesut Ozil/Cristiano Ronaldo)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
WARNING: Anal play
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
He was standing in front of his locker, wearing nothing more than a white towel around his hips. Beads of water dropped from the ends of his hair and trailed down the length of his spine, his wet skin glistened in the the silent and empty locker room.
Mesut tip toed across the tiles, reaching out when he was close enough to trace his fingers along Cristiano's hips. "Are you ready?" Mesut asked, pressing against Cristiano's back and reaching out with his tongue to catch one of the water droplets on his shoulder.
Cristiano glanced over his shoulder and smiled softly when he noticed Mesut there. His dark hair was damp and falling across his forehead and he had a soft seductive gleam in his eye. "Ready for what?"
"For your reward," Mesut smiled, pressing his torso up against the slick warmth of Cristiano's back. He caught his earlobe between his teeth in a gentle nip before pressing a line of open mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulder.
Cristiano shivered, "what kind of reward?"
Mesut smiled, hands wandering unchecked across his abs and stomach. "I think a hat trick of goals deserves a hat trick of orgasms, don't you?"
Cristiano’s towel fell in a heap on the floor. "I… uh…." Cris stammered, struggling to get his body under control when the mere suggestion of three orgasms had him stuttering over his words.
"You, what?" Mesut teased, spinning Cristiano around and shoving him up against the line of lockers - he leaned over and caught Cristiano's nipple between his teeth, bitting down sharply. Cristiano emitted a hiss that quickly faded into a sigh as Mesut laved the area with the flat of his tongue. "How many goals did you score?" Mesut murmured twirling his tongue around the neglected nipple until it hardened.
Cristiano swallowed, "You can't give me three orgasms, Mesut."
Mesut shifted to lick along Cris's jaw, kiss under his ear and against his neck. "Is that a challenge?" he breathed, pushing a jean clad thigh between Cristiano's legs and yanking his head down.
“Yes,” Cristiano breathed against Mesut’s lips, gripping his arse and pulling him against him.
They devoured each others mouths, hunger building as they rocked together. Cristiano's mouth was hot and wet, claiming Mesut's as his own, then moving down to Mesut's neck as harsh sounds of want and need spilled over the edge.
Mesut moaned, cupping Cris's arse and pulling him even closer, the friction of his jeans making Cris groan and thrust his cock into Mesut's, rubbing hard. Cris reached down and tried to undo Mesut's belt, but as soon as his hands were at his waist, Cris gasped and let out a ragged breath that sounded like 'please'.
Mesut reached down between their bodies, stroking Cris quickly, moving down to cup and squeeze his balls. Cris thrust into his hand, his own hands gripping Mesut's arse and upper thighs, mouth hungry at his throat. "Oh god, yes, Mesut. I'm gonna come like this."
He stroked Cris harder and felt him shudder, felt his body stiffen against his own and then Cris was moaning in his ear, coming in Mesut's hand in hot spurts, spilling across his stomach and Mesut’s jeans.
“Fuck,” Cris whispered as they leant against the lockers panting.
Mesut squeezed his eyes shut, hands trailing over Cris’s ribs. He was painfully hard in his jeans, but he pushed away Cris’s hand when he reached for his belt. "Lets take a shower," he whispered.
“Another one?” Cris asked lazily, wrapping his arms around Mesut’s shoulders and burying his face against his neck. “Did I get you all dirty?” he teased, hands slipping under Mesut’s shirt to caress his lower back.
Mesut chuckled and stepped back, glancing down as his ruined jeans before taking Cris’s hand and pulling him into the showers.
The shower room was moist and steamy from eleven players earlier on in the evening. Cris got one of the showers at the end of the room going while Mesut struggled to get himself together. He pulled his shirt over his head and startled when he felt warm fingers against his stomach.
Cris’s mouth found his and they kissed slowly. Cris’s nimble fingers unbuckled mesut’s belt and undid the button of his jeans. Mesut inhaled sharply as the zip came down, freeing his cock from the confines.
“I have never seen you so hard,” Cris whispered, fingers stroking along Mesut’s length, “I bet I could pin you to the wall and talk you into coming.” His fingers squeezed tighter.
Mesut groaned, “if keep doing that, you’ll make me come and I’ll forget all about you two other orgasms.”
Cris smiled tracing his tongue along his lower lip. “Lets make a deal; If you make me come two more times, then I’ll give you an orgasm for every assist you make for the rest of the season.”
“That,” Mesut whispered, stepping out of his jeans and walking Cris backwards into the spray, “is quite possibly the most amazing thing you have ever said to me.”
Cris pushed him against the wall and devoured his mouth, tongues battling as the lust rose within them. “Do we have deal?”
“I’ll raise the stakes. If you give me three orgasms tonight in this locker room, then I’ll give you an orgasm for every single goal you score for the rest of the season.”
Cris grinned, hands wandering all over Mesut’s body, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”
Excellent.
Mesut grabbed the soap and lathered it up between his hands, washing the cum off Cris’s stomach and letting his hands gently lather the suds along Cris’s arm’s, chest and back. Squatting down, he repeated the process along Cris’s legs before encouraging Cris to turn and lean his hands into the wall. Mesut spent some time teasing his fingers across Cris’s arse before dipping into the crack and teasing along his hole.
Cris whimpered in protest when Mesut moved away. “Soon,” Mesut promised him, turning him around and pushing his back against the wall. “Lean back.”
Cris did as he was told and Mesut sat back on his haunches, sliding his hands up over Cris’s thighs and hips. Cris's cock was filling and growing, and Mesut admired it briefly before taking it in his hand to feel the weight of it, to feel it grow. Long and thick, the skin was smooth and warm as butter.
Mesut slid down Cris's body and breathed in the smell and taste of him, like the scent of his neck but stronger. He rubbed his cheek against the semi hard shaft and buried his nose in the crease of his groin. Cristiano's fingers stroked through Mesut's hair before resting on the back of his neck.
Mesut leaned forward and took Cris into his mouth, rolling Cris's balls between his fingers as his cock grew, filling his mouth. He sucked gently at first, tongue flitting over the skin, then harder. He danced his tongue over the tip of the head, playing quickly with the slit before licking and kissing along the shaft, pulling it into his mouth with quick sucks that made Cris groan.
"Oh god, Mesut…"
His plea cut off as Mesut swallowed him down and held him there, waiting until his gag reflex threatened before sliding his tongue back up the shaft to the head. Long licks, then hot swirls, working around the rim, pressing everywhere he knew counted extra.
"Fuck…" Cris whimpered.
Hands spread on Cristiano's thighs to anchor himself, Mesut went down the silky length, bobbing and humming, his hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping it gently. When Cris groaned and started pushing into his hand, he moved back, licking and kissing down the shaft before taking Cris to the back of his throat, rubbing him against the soft heat.
Cris was making moaning noises that meant ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘harder’ and ‘now’. Mesut bobbed his head, taking Cris deep, sucking hard, feeling the thick cock hit the roof of his mouth before sliding to the back of his throat. He put both hands against Cris's hips and worked faster, long sucking pulls that had Cris groaning and trying to thrust deep into his throat.
“Fuck yes,” Cris moaned. “Mesut... gonna come.”
Mesut looked up at Cris, saw glazed eyes hot on him and moaned before he closed his eyes and swallowed.
Cris cried out and came, filling Mesut's mouth with seed. Mesut swallowed, the taste sending his senses reeling, his own cock hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. He sucked Cris gently, bringing him down, not letting go until Cris was soft against his tongue.
"Oh fuck," Cris whispered, slipping down the wall and slumping against the tiles. "I think I'm going to faint…"
“No your not,” Mesut smiled, straddling Cris’s hips and pressing their lips together, sharing the taste between them. “One more to go.”
“Mmm,” Cris murmured, laying back against the tiles and pulling Mesut against his chest. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Fuck yes, think you can take it?” Mesut bit down against Cris’s nipple.
Cris jumped and let out a breath at the shock of pain. “Fuck yes, I could go all night.”
Mesut smiled and licked his way down Cris’s stomach. “Turn over.”
Cris did, rolling onto his stomach. The water from the shower beat down around them and they were both sitting in a couple of centimeters of water. Mesut straddled Cris’s hips and ran his hands down Cris’s back, repeating the action again and again, strengthening his stroked and massaging deeper and deeper until Cris was loose and pliant under him. Mesut continued the massage, giving him the time to recover from his two orgasms. But Mesut couldn’t wait any longer, he was still hard as a fucking rock and rubbing against the cleft of Cris’s arse every time he bent forward was not helping.
Leaning forward, Mesut ran his tongue down the length of Cris’s spine and made his way to his cleft, using his tongue to tease at Cris’s entrance.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Cris moaned, shifting impatiently against the tiles.
Mesut licked and teased some more before pulling his cheeks apart and slipping a finger inside.
“Oh god.” Cris whispered, trying to get more as Mesut increased the pressure, fucking him with one, then two fingers slicked with soap. Cris was gasping and moaning against the tiles - he sounded like something straight out of a porno.
Mesut curled his fingers slightly and found the smooth firm spot inside Cris and swiped over the gland teasingly.
“Shit,” Cris panted, fingers curling against the slick tiles. “Fuck me,” he whispered desperately, voice thick with need. “Do it, now.”
Mesut smacked his arse, “roll over. I want to see you when you come for a third time.”
Cris groaned and did so.
Keeping his eyes on Cristiano's face, Mesut slicked his cock the best he could with the materials available and used the excess to check Cristiano's entrance. He hooked Cristiano under the knees and bent his legs back. Cristiano’s limbs were loose and pliant - his eyes were so dark with pleasure that they were almost black. Mesut was pretty sure that when all this was done, he would never get him off the bathroom floor.
It took every ounce of Mesut’s self control to not just take what he wanted. He pressed the head of his erection to Cris’s hole, trying to be slow, trying not to hurt.
Cris thrust his hips forward, not so patient, even with two orgasms under his belt.
That was all he needed. Mesut’s control snapped and he thrust all the way inside in one rough movement.
Cristiano threw his head back and cried out.
Mesut panted, his entire body shivering with the need to come. “Oh fuck you are tight. I’m not gonna last long.”
“Just fuck me Mesut,” Cris snarled.
So Mesut did, he took him hard and fast, pounding into Cris's arse with quick hard thrusts, the slap of flesh upon flesh punctuated by the sharp ragged grunts which spilled unchecked into the air. Though Cris had already come, he stayed hard. Wiggling his arse, he squirmed and withered against Mesut. Spurred on by Cris's sexy, maddening moans, he picked up the pace, bracing himself against Cris’s shoulder as he moved.
Cris moaned and thrust his hips up, pulling his legs back even further. "There Mesut, right there. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again."
Mesut moved faster, hitting Cris's gland with every stroke, feeling himself get closer and closer and closer. Grunting Mesut reached out a gripped Cris's cock, desperate to get him off one last time.
Cris was quivering, so close to release that Mesut could practically feel his come traveling from his balls to his cock and then Cris just shattered. He cried out so loud that Mesut wondered why security didn’t come running. He didn’t shoot as much come this time, but his orgasm seemed to spiral on forever, pushing Mesut over the edge with a solid shove and Mesut could't breathe, couldn’t cry out, could barely process anything as his body slumped down onto the tiles.
They were both breathless and gasping for several long minutes afterward. Cris seemed to be in some state of shocked disbelief, he just lay there like jelly, one arm thrown over his eyes, fingers trembling.
Mesut poked him gently in the shoulder, "are you okay? Are you dead?"
Cris swallowed thickly and chuckled, "how many assists did you make tonight? I think I have some pay back to give.”
THE END
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