Football Smut Collection

Marco Asensio - Not A Bad Idea

Warnings: explicit sexual content, strong language, spanking

They were sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between them. It was the day to play catch up with The Punisher. It was Sunday, no training after the match against Valencia yesterday. It was like any other day they spent together with relaxing. Usually Lola was happy with the downtime. University was stressful so any quiet was welcomed. However, today she was restless and itchy. She had that buzz in her body, the one that started in her core, pulled her nipples tight, ruined her panties without external help. She glanced at Marco from the corner of her eyes, thoughts that should not be present on her mind regarding her long time best friend popped into her mind.

They knew each other since forever, literally from

the day she was born and Marco was just 2 years old. Secrets, pranks, heartaches, loved up times, arguments, they'd followed each other's life step by step. The option to have more between them never came up though. They were friends, and that's it. But in this moment her craving to get physical grew to such an uncomfortable level that the inappropiate thoughts couldn't be banished. He was an attractive

man, more than attractive actually. Hot as hell would fit the description better.

With an internal growl she stuffed more popcorn into

her mouth and moved her eyes back to the screen. She had no idea anymore what was going on, other than Frank Castle looked hot as hell covered in blood. With a frustrated grunt she put the bowl on the table and stood up. Marco watched her with a curiuosly raised eyebrow as she stretched her arms above her head then lifted her leg over the top of the couch and touched her toes, swayed back and forth like a palm tree in the wind.

"What exactly are you doing?" He asked amused and

reached for the remote to pause the film. The top slipped up on her belly a little as she leant forwards one more time before she dropped her feet and started circling her arms in the air.

"I'm restless," she replied with a groan. She figured it would help if she tried to get rid of the annoying itch

with some moving but it only got worse. Her denim shorts kept rubbing to her middle and it made everything ache even more so she collapsed back to the couch with an exaggarated sigh.

"Do you want to do something?" He laughed as he

watched her spread over the couch with her arms hanging above her head over the edge. It had been too long for her without a man. Her last boyfriend broke up with her 6 months ago and since

then she had none, nothing, nada.

"I need a man," she exclaimed and sat up, her

eyes had a crazy glint that made Marco wary of what she was up to. She pulled one of her leg under her thigh and popped her elbows on her knees.

"Then go and get one. Just be careful. Do you want

me to go and be your wingman?" He didn't like when she went out alone into the night. He knew Lola was more than capable of taking care of herself but the world was beyond dangerous nowadays and he'd rather keep an eye on her just in case. Plus, he was good at choosing the right guys for her because he knew perfectly well what she was looking for.

"I said I need a man, not a wingman." She gave

him a quizzical look and he frowned at her. "Why would I go anywhere when I have one right here?" Marco's eyebrows shot to his hairline and he blinked at her slowly. She was not seriously suggesting this. "Don't give me that look, Marco," she growled