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A Polite Request

player: Joe Gomez words: 2140 Request: Joe Gomez - smut - up to 1000 words - Maybe one wheres she plays for LFC's women's team and finds herself sat next to Joe at the club's Christmas dinner. After some heavy flirting she whispers in his ear that she needs him to fuck her right now so they sneak off to somewhere more private with Joe delivering an early Christmas present... her best ever orgasm. thank you

She’d pushed her plate away from her after placing her cutlery together in the middle and reached for her drink. Everyone appears to be in a good mood with both the mens and womens team perfectly mixed across the tables. It wasn’t often that the two of them were able to merge like this but the Christmas meal felt very much needed to bring them together.

Laughter and talk can be heard from every part of the room, the soft music that plays is only audible when the voices are quieter. Different conversations are on each table, from comparing how the game is viewed, the difference in ref decisions across not only the leagues but also between genders, to plans for the festive time and the new year.

She found herself seated between Joe and Curtis and if conversations differed from table to table, then as much was true for each of the men on either side of her too. Curtis was polite and friendly, offering a light conversation which made her belly laugh at times. She found that he was easy to talk to in ways that she hadn’t expected and found herself looking forward to the next change of subject.

Joe on the other hand?

Of course he was polite initially as he always has been each time that they’ve met but as the evening progressed their small talk had turned deeper, their putting the world to rights had turned to flirtation which had ultimately become filthier. The flirtation isn’t anything new but the level of it, the way each new sentence feels to be dirtier than the last is different. The small breaks she gets from Joe as Curtis strikes up another conversation is a welcome breather for both her and her vagina.

But there will be no welcome break now, she realises. Too much has been said in quiet, husky tones, and they’re too far gone to be able to return to normal. His chair has been slid closer to hers, their arms and bodies actually pressed against one another as his lips mould to her ear to whisper disgustingly filthy things into it, ranging from the way he couldn’t stand to be sat here another hour and not know how her pussy tastes to the way that he promised to use all available holes to him and worship her body.

The drink she intended to sip is downed in fast gulps, but it does nothing to sate the thirst she now has. It takes everything she is to control her voice as she turns to look at him, the man beside her with an expression to the rest of the table that butter wouldn’t melt on the tongue that had been used to promise to taste every inch of her.

“Joe?” she asks quietly, watching him as he pretends to be looking around the table, paying attention to their conversations and grinning at the right moments when the punchline is delivered.

“Mmmm?” he hums his response but still doesn’t give her his full attention.

“I’m going to leave this room, pretending to use the bathroom. I’m in room 143. If you’re not upstairs within 20 minutes and have some part of your anatomy within my cunt, and I mean this as politely and friendly as I can, but you’re dead to me.”she flashes him her most charming smile as she finishes speaking and notes the look of surprise on his face at her words.

He watches wordlessly as she gives it a few moments before retrieving the napkin from her lap, plopping it onto the table and makes her excuses and offers her apologies to those who are polite enough to turn to look without giving him a second glance as she strides away from the table and out of the room.

But now she’s here in her room, nerves are setting in and her mouth feels dry, regardless of how much water she drinks to try and quench it. She’d taken her dress off and sat back on the bed in only her heels and underwear before feeling ridiculous and dressing herself again. She headed into the bathroom and quickly freshened up, nothing too much to make it obvious but enough to feel better about herself. She’s talked herself in and out of leaving the room several times and is in the process of doing so again when there’s a rap on the door.

Her heart hammers against her chest with such force she’s not sure if it’s the pounding in her ears or if she can genuinely hear it against her ribcage.

“You wanted this,” she reminds herself, willing herself to step forward but she’s rooted to the spot. Her name is said softly through the door after another tapping to notify her that he’s there and only then does she move forward.

The Joe that stands before her isn’t the one that she left downstairs. That one appeared laid back, chilled - despite the utter filth that dripped from his lips - and this one has everything showing on his face that he had hid previously. His eyes shine darkly, there’s a confidence with him now as he leans against the doorframe. His jacket is swung over his shoulder with two fingers curled in such a way that they prevent it from slipping to the floor.

“Finally going to let me fuck you then?” he asks in a tone that had her rubbing her thighs together and feeling that deep long clench within her.

“I swear to god if you’re all talk Gomez then I’-”

“You’ll what?” he asks mockingly, lips curving upwards. “Yeah, thought so.” he steps into the room and kicks the door closed behind him. His jacket is thrown to the nearest chair and his hand is grabbing at her wrist, tugging her towards him so smoothly it’s as though the two of them are dancing. She bumps into his chest, peering up at the man who has been on her mind the entire evening and when she lifts her chin to look at him properly, his lips are on hers finally.

He kisses her with such a need it leaves her buckling against him. There’s no clash of teeth as he hungrily claims her mouth, with his tongue mixing with hers in such a delicious way that she hums against him, but he ignites something within her that had needed a physical touch to spark.

His name comes out in barely more than a whimper but it’s enough to drag a growl from his throat as he nibbles on her bottom lip. “You have no idea how long I've waited to hear my name sound like that from you.”

“You should have rang me at night. You’d have heard it plenty enough as I’ve masturbated to the thought of you.” She wasn’t lying. She touched herself to the thought of him at least once a week.

“Fuck,” he hisses, moving her towards the bed and makes quick work to remove her dress. Her arousal is clear, she can feel her underwear sticking to her pussy and it’s not hard to guess that it’s already soaking a wet patch through the soft fabric. “Tonight isn’t going to be enough,” he says, yanking his tie from around his neck and opening up the first few buttons of his shirt before unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing the shirt up to his elbows - never once taking his eyes from between her legs.

“I’ve thought about this too much. How many ways I’d make it so that you were moaning my name. How many ways I could make you cum. How you’d sound as you beg me not to stop,” he says, pressing each word into her skin as he kisses his way up from her ankle. She feels the drag of his teeth as he kisses like a man starved, not stopping until his nose is rubbing against that very wet patch that he’s created.

“All for me,” he groans, dipping a hand to his lap and palms at his hard cock through his trousers.

“All for you,” she repeats in barely more than a whisper, unable to do anything other than lay before him in anticipation.

Two fingers find the hem of her underwear and tug it aside. The cold air on her wet pussy makes her tense up and the sharp inhale of breath for him makes her bite her lip. “So fucking beautiful,” he states to himself before leaning forward and uses the very tip of his tongue to swipe down over her clitoral hood, parting her pussy lips and not stopping until it reaches the pooling of wetness at her her core.

His tongue darts into her, nose rubbing against the bundle of nerves in a way that should be illegal. Even as he shifts his weight, adjusting his body slightly to enable him to hook a knee over his shoulder as he laps at her freely. It felt better than anything her fingers or vibrator could have done, her imagination having nothing on the real thing. The sight of Joe’s head buried between her thighs, his eyes closed as he savours every lick and tongue fuck into her only makes her pussy clench harder.

She succumbs to the sensations, allowing her head to drop back and focuses on only what he’s doing to her body and the stirrings of a slow building orgasm. He was good at this, far better than she thought. The innocent smile and boyish charm that he showed in public did not reflect the skill that he possessed for pussy eating and even if his dick game ended up being weak, at least she’d come away with knowledge that he was incredible at head.

He moves his mouth from her entrance, dragging his tongue along her slit and circles her clit. It throbs against his tongue before he sucks it between his lips as he begins to lick and suck so mercilessly, she sees stars. Her thighs are twitching, legs begging to close but Joe uses his elbows to spread them back apart and keep them there. Her toes clench, her muscles tense and she pushes her head further into the mattress as her breathing hitches. She writhes beneath him in a desperation to push her cunt closer to his face and pull herself off his mouth, unable to take the pleasure that surges through her as her orgasm rapidly approaches. Her skin feels hot, her speech is no more as each time she tries to open her mouth, no words form only pathetic mewls and pants which leave her cheeks heating for more than one reason. Her skin feels as though it’s vibrating as the knot in her stomach reaches the end and when it snaps, her climax crashes through her at such a rate that she feels she’s no longer in the room.

She’s vaguely aware of her hand filling with Joe’s short hair, the way she’s panting and - in her own head if not verbally - pleading with him to stop, she can’t take anymore, she’s too sensitive and yet he doesn’t. He hollows his cheeks and continues, the fingers which were holding her panties to the side now slip effortlessly into her and the feeling of being partially filled while having her clit sucked on is too much and another orgasm hits within seconds of lapping up the dregs of the first.

Her sound is the first thing to come back, her vision coming back slowly in bursts of colours and white noise. She’s aware of how heavy she’s breathing, the soft feel of Joe’s lips against her thigh, her stomach, her bare pussy in the most tender of ways. When he finally comes back into view, his lips are glistening, there’s evidence of her wetness against his beard but rather than being repulsed by it, she’s further aroused. He won’t exactly be wearing it as a badge of honour when he returns back downstairs to the table they’ve both deserted but seeing her…claim him for these few moments, it’s an empowering feeling.

Joe seems to have been thinking similar thoughts because his next sentence is, “we can either go back downstairs to where everyone else is or…”

“I asked you to come up here and fuck me. And oh baby,” she props herself up on an elbow as she reaches forward, fingers brushing over the straining bulge in his trousers. A smile comes to her lips when she feels the small wet patch that’s seeped through from his pre-cum. Or at least she thinks it is, even if the idea of him cuming in his pants before he’s even been touched purely because she came is incredibly sexy. “I need this inside me immediately.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere until I say stop.”

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