Jude was frustrated on so many layers. Mostly sexual. But on so many layers.

Dortmund wasn't doing well on the table. Currently the club was in sixth place, barely making the Europa League invite.
He didn't know, if he'd get to play for England in the World Cup this Winter, not having gotten a call from Southgate yet.
He couldn't even hold parties til then, because his neighbours had been annoyed by the weekly loud noises, so he needed to find another valve.
But he didn't have a girlfriend in like... forever. So he was also longing for something different than his hand to help him to pleasure since forever.

It shouldn't be that hard, he was a footballer after all, right!? Wrong. Jude couldn't even go out on a date without the whole world knowing, so he certainly couldn't get a one-night-stand to shut their mouth after leaving his house and ruin his reputation.

All these factors kind of led to him being a little more short-tempered than normally this weekend. And everyone quickly noticed. The most of them didn't care and only ignored his little snarky side comments. Some of them snapped back jokingly.

But the only one who wasn't playing along was Mats.

Mats had been taking the situation of Dortmund very seriously. Some might say even a little too much. Mats should've been one of the most relaxed honestly. He's seen Dortmund fall and rise again, knew, it was part of football, and could just shrug it off.

But when they were holding their last training session in the stadion before playing against Benfica the next day and they were doing an exercise, where one had to stand in a circle of five and snatch the ball from them and Jude yelled „You cunt!" at him indirectly, Mats snapped.

„Cabin. Now."

„Uh... okay?", Jude looked at the others in their little group, who only shrugged and then slowly strolled after their vice-captain off the field, through the tunnel and into their cabin. Jude closed the door after himself and looked at Mats who was leaning onto the counter in the middle of the room.

„You've been acting like a twelve year old lately. Like a princess, that doesn't know what she wants, so she just scowls at everything that doesn't serve her."

Jude flinched even though Mats hadn't raised his voice. Maybe because truth hurts.

„Well, I-"
    „I don't tolerate that kind of behaviour if it's from a grown up. I know you're young, but this kind of language isn't appropriate in-"
„No, no, it's uhhhh...It's just sarcasm!"

Jude rubbed his neck. Jesus, was this embarrassing.

Mats looked Jude into the eyes, pushed himself off the table and came closer.

And closer.

And even closer.

There was only little space left between them and Jude didn't know where to look. His eyes? No, to intimate. His hair? Too weird. The ground? Too submissive. His nose? No. His lips? NO. GOD, NO!

„Well, sometimes you need to make your ‚sarcasm' a little more clear.", Mats whispered. „Hm?"

Jude nodded.

„I need your words, princess."
„Y- Yes."
„Good."

Mats took one last look at Jude, then he took a step back and passed him.

„I expect improvement!", he said to Jude's back.

Then the door opened and fell back into it's lock loudly. Silence filled the room.

Then Jude stormed into the toilets in the next room. And no, he didn't pull down his pants and no he definitely didn't pleasure himself to the thought of Mats rewarding him and calling him princess, while he absolutely wrecked him in bed, leaving him breathless for several hours of multiple rounds and- no, no he didn't.

Definitely didn't.

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This kind of got out of hand right from the beginning. I was very close to writing smut here, oop-

ANYWAYYYY FUCKING FINALLY hab ich wieder was geschrieben arghhhh hope you liked it fronkle_tople :D