fic: to let you believe
title: to let you believe
pairing: gabriel heinze/cristiano ronaldo
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
warnings: daddy!kink...
always wanted to write this. hopefully it came out the way i wanted. happy birthday ancient_arch!
You don’t even question it anymore and that in itself should be worrying and troublesome but it isn’t. You don’t bat an eyelash when you see Cristiano bare of all clothes lying against the rich red silk sheets, his tan skin more alluring in such contrast. Cristiano you have decided does whatever he pleases, whenever he pleases. He is Cristiano Ronaldo after all.
“Come here... daddy.”
And really it is pathetic how your cock twitches and how you need to breathe in deep to steady yourself. He’s been yours forever now yet... Yet he still excites you, knows how to work you so perfectly to get what he wants. You watch as he trails a hand leisurely over his stomach, rising and dipping with the ridges of his abdomen muscles. You eyes are glued.
“Wouldn’t you rather touch?” His laughter is soft and slightly mocking. You gaze up into his eyes and see he’s teasing though the lust is pretty evident as well.
“Nothing to be scared about, daddy.”
And then you’re on him within seconds, clothes somehow flying off in between. When you touch his skin you remember why you let this go on, why you fuck him, why you let him call you daddy, why...
“You can do whatever you want. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“You always are.”
He smiles, not with an air of smugness or anything of the like but of appreciation, of understanding. Of love. It makes you shiver.
Cristiano lets you push him to his limits and most times even beyond. It’s amazing really how much he trusts you with his body after only knowing each other for about 3 years. In your mind it isn’t very long at all, to allow someone to fuck you senseless, to tie you up and use you to their disposal, to hurt and humiliate them. In those moments you don’t like doing it, really don’t but you see the joy it brings him, see the pleasure that fills his body, his senses. And in all honestly who are you to deny him that?
But tonight you just want him. To please him. To take care of him.
“My boy.”
You whisper it against his lips as you kiss him soundly, your body aligning perfectly on top of his. Starting his nipple you trace your fingers down his torso. His body is one thing no one could deny. Working on it for hours in a day he has every right to be proud of it like he is. Like you are. His stomach quivers under your touch but you don’t let it linger for too long before you move on to skate past his cock. He whines against your mouth and you laugh.
With a gentle tap to his thigh he raises up a leg, his hands now settling against your skin. You bring your fingers to rub softly against his perineum, loving the way he moans against your lips. Sex is his favourite thing in the world aside from football and he’s probably just as good at it.
He moves his body in tune with your fingers and when you refuse to press in just yet he plays his role to the ‘T’.
“Please, daddy. I’m ready.”
“Oh?”
“Always for you, daddy. I’m a good boy.”
“You are, Cris. You really are.”
You slip a finger inside him and shouldn’t be surprised at the ease it does. You kiss him again, his time fucking his mouth hard, a prelude of what is to come. Teasing him is always fun however and you do exactly that. You fuck him with your fingers a little longer than necessary, a little more carefully than he needs.
He writhes under you, his body bombarded with pleasure and on the border line of pain. He’s beyond hard right now, unbearable really.
“Gabby, please.”
You remove your fingers quickly only to replace them with your cock. It’s hard, brutal really but you know he can handle it, know he loves it.
“Gabby?” You question.
He looks up at you with innocent eyes which flutter when you thrust in unforgivingly. “S-sorry, daddy. But I... I need you too much.”
You don’t understand how he can be so beautiful like his, on his back, begging to be taken and used. You twitch within his tight heat.
“It’s okay baby,” You sooth as you bend forward to kiss his wet lips. “Just don’t make it a habit okay?”
He nods, so eager to please. So you feed it, whispering to him to show you how much he wants you, wants your cock. Of course he doesn’t disappoint you; he’s Cristiano Ronaldo after all.
For a moment that seems to last forever, you think how silly you’ve been, continue to be as you believe that it’s you that holds the control over him. He’s submissive because he chooses to be submissive, just he chose you. You finally realize that he’s been using you all this time. When he shoves down on your cock so wantonly, moaning ‘more, daddy, more’ you honestly could care less.
When you pull out later, too spent and exhausted to clean up right away, he laughs at you, calling you an old man, before shimming off the bed. And really, you are so you don’t argue against. You just tell him to stop being a brat and get a wet cloth before you spank him across you knee.
The look he gives you is one opponents see in his eyes every match, one that says ‘I’d like you see you try’.
pairing: gabriel heinze/cristiano ronaldo
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
warnings: daddy!kink...
always wanted to write this. hopefully it came out the way i wanted. happy birthday ancient_arch!
You don’t even question it anymore and that in itself should be worrying and troublesome but it isn’t. You don’t bat an eyelash when you see Cristiano bare of all clothes lying against the rich red silk sheets, his tan skin more alluring in such contrast. Cristiano you have decided does whatever he pleases, whenever he pleases. He is Cristiano Ronaldo after all.
“Come here... daddy.”
And really it is pathetic how your cock twitches and how you need to breathe in deep to steady yourself. He’s been yours forever now yet... Yet he still excites you, knows how to work you so perfectly to get what he wants. You watch as he trails a hand leisurely over his stomach, rising and dipping with the ridges of his abdomen muscles. You eyes are glued.
“Wouldn’t you rather touch?” His laughter is soft and slightly mocking. You gaze up into his eyes and see he’s teasing though the lust is pretty evident as well.
“Nothing to be scared about, daddy.”
And then you’re on him within seconds, clothes somehow flying off in between. When you touch his skin you remember why you let this go on, why you fuck him, why you let him call you daddy, why...
“You can do whatever you want. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“You always are.”
He smiles, not with an air of smugness or anything of the like but of appreciation, of understanding. Of love. It makes you shiver.
Cristiano lets you push him to his limits and most times even beyond. It’s amazing really how much he trusts you with his body after only knowing each other for about 3 years. In your mind it isn’t very long at all, to allow someone to fuck you senseless, to tie you up and use you to their disposal, to hurt and humiliate them. In those moments you don’t like doing it, really don’t but you see the joy it brings him, see the pleasure that fills his body, his senses. And in all honestly who are you to deny him that?
But tonight you just want him. To please him. To take care of him.
“My boy.”
You whisper it against his lips as you kiss him soundly, your body aligning perfectly on top of his. Starting his nipple you trace your fingers down his torso. His body is one thing no one could deny. Working on it for hours in a day he has every right to be proud of it like he is. Like you are. His stomach quivers under your touch but you don’t let it linger for too long before you move on to skate past his cock. He whines against your mouth and you laugh.
With a gentle tap to his thigh he raises up a leg, his hands now settling against your skin. You bring your fingers to rub softly against his perineum, loving the way he moans against your lips. Sex is his favourite thing in the world aside from football and he’s probably just as good at it.
He moves his body in tune with your fingers and when you refuse to press in just yet he plays his role to the ‘T’.
“Please, daddy. I’m ready.”
“Oh?”
“Always for you, daddy. I’m a good boy.”
“You are, Cris. You really are.”
You slip a finger inside him and shouldn’t be surprised at the ease it does. You kiss him again, his time fucking his mouth hard, a prelude of what is to come. Teasing him is always fun however and you do exactly that. You fuck him with your fingers a little longer than necessary, a little more carefully than he needs.
He writhes under you, his body bombarded with pleasure and on the border line of pain. He’s beyond hard right now, unbearable really.
“Gabby, please.”
You remove your fingers quickly only to replace them with your cock. It’s hard, brutal really but you know he can handle it, know he loves it.
“Gabby?” You question.
He looks up at you with innocent eyes which flutter when you thrust in unforgivingly. “S-sorry, daddy. But I... I need you too much.”
You don’t understand how he can be so beautiful like his, on his back, begging to be taken and used. You twitch within his tight heat.
“It’s okay baby,” You sooth as you bend forward to kiss his wet lips. “Just don’t make it a habit okay?”
He nods, so eager to please. So you feed it, whispering to him to show you how much he wants you, wants your cock. Of course he doesn’t disappoint you; he’s Cristiano Ronaldo after all.
For a moment that seems to last forever, you think how silly you’ve been, continue to be as you believe that it’s you that holds the control over him. He’s submissive because he chooses to be submissive, just he chose you. You finally realize that he’s been using you all this time. When he shoves down on your cock so wantonly, moaning ‘more, daddy, more’ you honestly could care less.
When you pull out later, too spent and exhausted to clean up right away, he laughs at you, calling you an old man, before shimming off the bed. And really, you are so you don’t argue against. You just tell him to stop being a brat and get a wet cloth before you spank him across you knee.
The look he gives you is one opponents see in his eyes every match, one that says ‘I’d like you see you try’.