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Mason Mount x Reader - On Top of Summer

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Who wouldn't want to spend summer with Mason? 🤭

A snippet of you and Mason, spending the summer together off the coast of Italy.

Enjoy ☀️

Summer was coming in hot.

Without a care in the world for neither work or training, you and Mason found a way to relax on a boat, docked near the coast surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea.

It was the perfect outlet to just be. To simply exist in each other's presence, far away from any pressure or expectations that you had of yourself or your lives.

"Babe, you hungry?"

No answer.

"Baby?"

The wind blew cooly underneath the shade of the parasol. You groaned as you lay on your back, your boyfriend tugging annoyingly at the thin straps of your bikini. "Mason...stop."

He shifted where he lay beside you, his voice a whisper in your ear. "Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

You waved your hand by your ear, chasing him away like a fly. "No, go away."

His laughter drummed in your ear but became more distant as Mason got up to make himself a snack in the kitchen below deck, while you returned to your peaceful sleep, drifting off to the sound of the sea, with the sun massaging your bare feet.

Maybe an hour passed before you woke up again. The sun was still set high in the sky, reflecting brightly against the surface of the deep blue sea.

"Mason?" You called out his name, your boyfriend nowhere to be found. "Baby?"

His towel still lay beside yours, the smell of his skin lingering in your nose.

"Mason?"

Had he gone for a swim, or was he still making a snack in the kitchen down below? Like you said, an hour could have passed since you had shut your eyes. But without your phone near it was impossible to tell.

Both you and Mason had agreed on no devices on this trip. However, you deeply regretted that now, seeing as you came up empty after a lap around deck, both below and above it. There were no traces of your boyfriend.

"Mason, come on!" You shouted, a slight anger rising within you. Had your boyfriend taken the smaller boat into land? Had he gone for a trip into town without you? If this was the case, then—

"I'm down here!"

You froze, searching for the sound of his voice.

"Jupp, down here. You're getting warmer."

"Mason, it's not funn—

"Warmer, keep walking."

You rolled your eyes, but let the sound of his voice guide you to the back of the boat, past where you had laid out your towels, towards the far end of the fleet. There, splashing around in the water was Mason, an amused smile on his lips as you appeared before him with your hands on your hips.

"Good morning sunshine. Sleep well?"

"Fuck you."

"Now, honey. I know how cranky you get when you haven't eaten in a while. But I did offer to make you something two hours ago."

"Two hours?" You gasped. "Has it been that long?"

Your boyfriend brimmed from ear to ear. "I guess we should take it easier with the red wine during dinner from now on."

You stepped up towards the edge of the boat, where Mason had neatly left his sunglasses and flip-flops, reaching down to playfully wack him in the head with the shoe.

"Ouch, whatchu' do that for?"

"Because I can."

Oh, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Well, can you stop being so sleepy and come join your boyfriend for a swim?"

You smiled. "Sure. Just give me a sec."

You stepped further out onto the deck, holding on to the railing in order to dip your toes and feel the temperature of the water. However, your boyfriend didn't like that, scrunching his face at you.

"What?"

"Just jump in."

"No way. I have to mentally prepare."

"For what?"

"The cold."

"It's not that cold baby, jump in!"

"Fine. I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Oh, and one more thing."

"What?" You pused with your hand on the railing, frowning at the way your boyfriend was grinning at you. "Mason, what is it?"

"Take off your bikini."

Heat flushed your face. "What? No way, Mason, there's people around."

"Not for another mile or so. Come on, I'm naked too."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to see beyond the waves of water that hid half of your boyfriend's body. "No, you're not." You protested.

"No? Why don't you jump in and find out for yourself."

"Mason, I can't—"

"Why not?" He laughed. "Trust me, you'll like it."

The water did look inviting.

And after spending so much time in the sun, it would be nice to cool down a bit.

"Come on. I know you wanna."

You scuffed at your boyfriend, although he could tell by the smile on your face that he had definitely won you over.

You moved quickly, stepping out of your bikini before jumping into the water.

"That's my girl!"

You did so without a count to three, resurfacing beside your boyfriend who was quick to rail you in and pin you against the side of the boat. "There you are. I've missed you."

"You have?" Your arms draped around his neck, his free hand caressing your cheek.

"Of course, I have. It's you and me, no?"

You smiled, mimicking the way Mason was already grinning at you. "Kiss me."

He chuckled but did not have to be told twice.

The kiss was raw. Two naked bodies pressing hard against each other. Cold lips seeking contact. Raking hands scratching soft skin.

"Mason." You moaned. his tongue swiping soflty across your bottom lip, his breath hot against your mouth.

"Yes, baby?" He was breathless, his arms keeping you both afloat.

"I don't want to swim anymore."

"No?" He pulled back, observing you with a drunk concentration. "What would you like to do instead?"

But Mason had other plans.

You raised your chin, teeth biting down on your lips, eyes big and seductive. "You know exactly what I want."

You could feel it, his flesh coming alive below you, growing hard against your folds. You could have him right here in the water. Guide his leaking tip right into the warmth of your folds, aching to feel him. To please him.

Bare cheeked the two of you hurried up and out of the water, wet footprints rushing towards the bedroom below deck. The mattress was damp against your back, Mason coming into you hard but slow. All senses in your nerve endings shot down your spine and through the arch in your back, numbing any sense of pain with every thrust.

"Fuck" was uttered often and hoarse. But in the end a breathless silence marked the level of your satisfaction.

"God, baby. I love how you feel."

Tangled up in the wet sheets, you turned around in his arms, meeting the eyes of a man in love. "Oh, yeah? And what exactly do I feel like?"

He chuckled but settled a hand against the swell of your breast, slowly but firmly rolling your nipple between his cold fingers. "Like this."

"Mhmm."

"But a thousand times better."

[melanieph321]

hello 🫶🏻 i wanted to ask about the offside hearts fic. do you know when you’re gonna release part 7 and so on? is it out on your patreon already 👀? thanks in advance 🫶🏻

Yes, it's out now! <3

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 7/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 *Part 8 is out on my Patreon for FREE!

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

Enjoy!

"You've met? How?"

"And when?"

Dinner was beyond awkward. You arrived tonight with no expectations but to share a meal with your distant cousin and her family. Never in a million years did you think you'd meet him again. Mr Dias.

For some reason your encounter at Winston Hill hadn't left your mind since the disturbing event occurred just about a week ago. The encounter itself earned you a lecture from Tati who feared for her own job and yours.

"Do you know who that was!" She had lashed out in the lunch break room about an hour after the bathroom incident.

"Who, Mr Dias?" You answered obliviously, although you had already suspected that he was of importance. Not to quote the law firm's infamous slogan but — every client at Winston Hill was of importance.

"Yes, Mr Dias. Mr Ruben Dias." Tati exclaimed while balancing her third cup of coffee in her trembling hand.

"Do you realize that you just told Ruben Dias. The Ruben Dias, defender of one of England's most respected football clubs, to calm down.

"So? He did need to calm down, didn't he?"

Tati used her free hand to rub the pulse that throbbed her temple. Her distressed reaction alone sent you into a night long Google sweep on one Ruben Dias, and what was presented to you did not disappoint.

Apparently Ruben Dias was a man with a lot of baggage.

"Y/N?"

Your plates remained untouched as the hosts of the dinner, Ines and Bernardo, refused to serve any food until you and Ruben had explained your acquaintance. Unfortunately Ruben remained frozen, not indicating that he'd be the one to clear the thick air between you. This forced you into a corner. Forced you into taking action. 

"We've met….before." You nodded, looking towards Ruben for him to do the same. However that jerk neither denied or confirmed your statement by remaining hostile towards you with a curious, yet terrorizing gaze resting on his well trimmed face. Everything about Ruben Dias seemed well trimmed.

Except for his private life. 

Going down that rabbit hole made you unravel a series of articles, mostly published by different gossip outlets, which put the articles reliability into question. Nevertheless, one article in particular was of a sports column. A profoundly written piece on how Ruben may or may not be another victim of women who were eager to trap a man with a sniff of financial success. In other words, the article was accusing a woman named Jessica Springs. A woman who had been seeing Ruben romantically but not long term. However, long enough to birth a child and claim Ruben as the father.

It was a profound article indeed

 However, if it spoke a fragment of truth, your encounter with Ruben at Winston Hill would've made you the jerk and not him.

"Yes, we got that, you've met before." Ines butted in, pulling you out of your rattling thoughts.  "But where exactly did the two of you meet?"

Bernardo leaned in, curiously so. "And when?"

Your lips parted to answer the question, however, tiny footsteps interrupted the conversation around the table. Little Carlotta, dressed for sleep with a silk blanket tucked under her arm, entered the kitchen rubbing her tired eyes. No one had heard her coming down the stairs.

Both Ines and Bernardo shot up and out of their seats. "Lotta? Oh no, did we wake you?"

"Mommy." The toddler whimpered, stretching her tiny arms above her head. Both Ines and Bernardo picked up the child, soothing her little cries.

"Oh poor baby. We're sorry for being too loud. Come, let's put you back to bed."

"No." You found yourself uttering. Quietly so. No one had heard it. Well, no one except Ruben who watched how you silently prayed not to be left alone with him. Unfortunately, not all wishes come true. 

The two caring parents, forgettable and distracted by their prime care in the world, left the kitchen with little Carlotta carried between them, taking her back upstairs.

The silence that settled between you and Ruben became unbearable. Pushing you to say something. 

"God, I'm starving. Would it be rude not to wait?" 

He raised a skeptical brow as a reply to your question, his hazel eyes regarding how your fork tapped anxiously against the side of your plate. "Maybe you should calm down?"

"Excuse me?"

Across from you, Ruben's expression had shifted. It was less hostile now and slightly amused. "You heard what I said."

"I—." You opened your mouth to protest. To challenge him for being bluntly rude. However the light in his gaze found yours.

Your shoulders relaxed as you exhaled a laugh. "Right, I guess I deserve that."

Ruben shrugged. "It's not as easy as it seems."

"To relax?"

He nodded, and, to your surprise, began to enjoy the meal served before you.

Ines and Bernardo had made all of your favorite dishes from back home. There was Bacalhau and Francesinha, served with plenty of side dishes. Startled. You sat back and watched him, a man starving. His groan of satisfaction stirring something in the pit of your belly. 

"So…you know Ines." You stuttered. Even more so as Ruben raised his head, licking the corner of his mouth while staring blankly at you. "Through Bernardo, I mean."

He reached for the napkin beside his plate, pressing it gently against his slim lips, "I do." He said, his answer short but not uninviting.

Your face flushed with warmth. "I've heard good things about you."

"You have?" 

You bobbed your head. "Of course. Ines talks about you all the time." 

A lie. 

Why you felt the need to lie surprised even you. Perhaps because you had found out so much about Ruben's private life from a secondary source, but witnessed first hand the things that may be going on in his already hectic life.

"Hard to believe from our last encounter though." Ruben's words came out rough, without a hint of sarcasm as he peered at you from across the table, almost as if he could see how your hands fumbled nervously in your lap.

"Oh. Ruben, I'm so sorry if I came off—"

"I just fucking with you. It's okay."

You ceased to plead for his forgiveness, seeing how a friendly smile enveloped his face. "Right." You bowed your head, mumbling shamefully. "I really am sorry though. About everything…."

"Everything? What exactly have you heard?"

You raised your fallen head, shaking it in denial. "Ines has told me nothing, I swear."

Ruben chuckled. His first time doing so this evening, this year. But you didn't know that.

"Good. That's good." He nodded in approval, something shifting in his already thoughtful gaze. A sly curiosity towards you. 

Unfortunately rapid footsteps heard from above put an end to the moment. "I'm so sorry, Ruben." Ines came down the stairs and into the kitchen with her arms wrapped around a soft blanket. "Bernardo started singing lullabies to Carlotta to help her sleep. It woke Thiago up in his crib." She said, unraveling the disturbed baby in her arms. 

He was the smallest thing, his eyes blank with innocence and a pouting mouth, soft and oval shaped. "I don't know if you want to put him right back to sleep or if you just want to give him his last bottle now?" Ines rounded the table to hand Ruben his son.

It was an intense observation from your side. How Ruben went from a hard shell to a soft shell and than back to being a hard shell again. 

But unlike when his mannerism grew a costume to seeing  you again, his entire face furrowed in deep concentration with a slight irritation twitching his bushy brows. 

He was expected to make a decision. But didn't seem quite able to. Instead his gaze looked to you across from the table, stopping your heartbeat whilst doing so. "Y/N, what…what should I do?"

The question escaped him as if he was demanding the right answer to a test. But compared to a fabricated test, Ruben genuinely seemed lost in what to do.

"Give him to me." You raised your hands, nodding reassuringly. "I'll take him."

There was a moment of hesitation. The same hesitation that you had witnessed from him in the ladies bathroom at Winston Hill. Nevertheless, like he had done back then, Ruben obliged, handing over, what you suspected to be, the most valuable thing in his life.

Once the baby was in your arms the motherly instincts to offer skin to skin contact kicked in. Something told you that this might be something Ruben's son hadn't gotten much of in the earliest stages of his life.

Needless to say that it did the trick. Baby Thiago, with his soft intakes of air, closed his eyes with the warmth of your skin pressing against his cheek.

You were careful to rock him in your arms. The baby was so light and perhaps a bit malnourished that every movement risked disturbing him.

"Giving him the bottle now may wake him up later. In the middle of the night." You spoke calmly. " I'm sure you wouldn't want that."

"No."

Something in his voice. You looked up to find Ruben staring blankly at a spot below your chin. And it did not go unnoticed that when he batted his eyelashes his eyes became glossy.

"Ruben, I—"

"I told you she was good." Bernardo interrupted. You hadn't noticed him returning downstairs into the kitchen. He stood at the end of the table, arm wrapped around Ines' shoulders. Ines who also looked at you fondly. 

"Y/N has always been good with kids." She said assuringly. "Right, Y/N? Didn't you take care of your brothers and sisters when they were younger? I remember them always coming to you as if you were their mother. And to think that you were only a child yourself."

You smiled politely, however the memories weren't all doves and roses.

"Now, with more time on your hands…" She continued, swiftly glancing at Bernardo who failed to hide his delightful smile. "Perhaps you could help out Ruben? With the baby I mean."

Your eyes shifted between them before you turned to Ruben. He looked as appalled as you felt inside. The dinner, inviting both of you over. This was the reason. 

"You should consider it Ruben." Bernardo placed a persuasive hand on his friend's shoulder. Ruben's expression furrowed. But before he could object to the idea, Ines came in clutch, batting her long eyelashes in remorse. A method she used plenty during your childhood. It was a look that never deceived a woman. Men on the other hand….

"Just think of the benefits?" Bernardo suggested. "Hire Y/N as Thiago's caretaker. What's the worst that can happen?"

A lot of things.

You could think of at least eight things that could go wrong with this arrangement. Starting with how you would most likely suffer from a heart attack, seeing how fast it was beating after a mare smirk from the man that was Ruben Dias. 

The two of you were definitely not on the same level financially or aspirationally. And, considering the height differences between the two of you, you and Ruben weren't on the same level astronomically.

"Y/N?" Ine's voice broke through your anxious thoughts. Her smile kind and patient. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Maybe. I don't know." You shifted towards Ruben, glancing at him before looking down at the sleeping bundle in your arms.

An innocent life was at play.

Why would you ever agree to something like this? 

A favor for a man you know nothing about.

A man with plenty of baggage.

"But I'd like a trial."

"A trial?" Three voices spoke up simultaneously. Bernardo, Ines and Ruben, regarding you with wide eyes.

"For a month. " You nodded. "Or at least throughout the summer. You know, to see if we're a match." You and the baby, you meant to clarify, but found it impossible to tear your eyes away from Ruben's.

He nodded his head, slowly. Somewhat agreeing to your terms.

"Perfect!"

"Wonderful!"

Ines and Bernardo's happiness appeared more than on yours and Ruben's behalf.

"Agora, o que estamos à espera? Vamos comer!" (Now what are we waiting for? Let's eat!)

The tension in the kitchen lifted with those words and finally dinner was served.

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

*Part 8 is out on my Patreon for FREE!

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Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 6/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

Enjoy!

There was no need to get too dressy for a family dinner. But if there was one thing your cousin Ines was great at, it was to throw together a fancy sunday meal.

You left the house dressed in a leather jacket to go with your leather black boots. The slight breeze outside soothed the micro hairs scattered along your exposed legs that thrived below your low cut dress. The cool air lasted throughout your commute from downtown Manchester to the gated community where Ines and her husband had their residence. It was a quiet community, unwelcoming to anyone who couldn't afford to install a garage big enough to house at least three luxurious vehicles. 

You blew a low whistle, on your way up your cousin's driveway. A red Lamborghini stood parked just below the streets to their house. With its tinted windows and obnoxious paintwork, you wondered if Ines husband, Bernardo, was going through another midlife crisis.

You rang the doorbell with a large smirk on your face as you longed for the part of the evening when everyones' bellies were full, when the dishes were all done and Bernardo had withdrawn from the kitchen to put their daughter, Carlotta, to sleep. That was the perfect time for two giggling cousins to catch up on life and revive the never ending family gossip. However, to your surprise, you weren't the only guest coming to dinner tonight.

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"Y/N!"

"Inessa!"

Ruben and Bernardo stayed back setting the table while Ines left the kitchen to answer the doorbell.

A bright female voice echoed somewhere in the distance. Ruben couldn't help but to tilt his ear and listen in on the two women reconciling. 

Apparently Ines' cousin had lived in Manchester city for a while now, completing a bachelor degree in domestic law. It made Ruben question accepting his invitation to dinner tonight. If this was another one of Ines and Bernardo's attempts to set him up on a blind date, he was not interested.

"Please, feel at home."

Ines' voice was heard approaching. Ruben had just set down the last utensils as the women wandered into the elegant kitchen.

"Y/N, you made it!" Bernardo exclaimed and stepped away from the dinner table to embrace the wide eyed woman, who flashed a quick, but surprised look in Ruben's direction before stumbling backwards as Bernardo eagerly embraced her.

"How's school? I heard you're graduating soon."

"Uhm, yeah. Next month actually." The startled woman replied. She was young, but just by a few years. She and Ines shared no resemblance whatsoever though. 

A good thing, Ruben thought. 

He found himself fixing his posture while he waited to be introduced. 

This must have caught Ines' eyes as she was seen shielding an amused smile.

"Time flies doesn't it. Have you landed any job offers yet?" Bernardo asked, torturing the young woman with endless questions that could be saved for when they were all seated around the dinner table. 

She seemed quite disturbed. 

Ruben could relate, he hadn't eaten since lunch. Now, with Olga gone he had to figure out how to feed Thiago the correct formula. He had done so with his mother on the line, terrorizing him with his parents plans on moving in with Ruben to help raise her grandson at least until he had reached the age of three. Ruben then had to put the baby to sleep before arriving at Bernardo's. The task alone took him all afternoon.

"No job offers yet." The woman chuckled nervously. "Just the internship that I mentioned." Her eyes met Ruben's. To his surprise.

It was a shy exchange that lit up something within him. However that flame was put out faster than a flick of lights as Ruben's eyes narrowed at the woman.

Her face.

Her eyes.

Her lips.

They were too familiar. A fantasy stolen from his uncensored dreams.

"You?" He uttered. Unconsciously so. It redirected both Ines and Bernardo's attention. Not to mention the woman who appeared the least delight to encounter Ruben again. Beyond their first meeting inside his law firm's bathroom.

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 7

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 5/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 *Part 6 is out on my Patreon for FREE!

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

Enjoy!

Ruben must have done something wrong in his past life. Not that he believed in reincarnation or anything. However, he did believe in karma as his was most definitely disastrous. Why else would another babysitter want to quit on him?

"Lamento muito, senhor Dias. Simplesmente não acho que seja a pessoa certa para este trabalho. Há muitas exigências." (I'm so sorry, Mr Dias. I just don't think that I am the right person for this job. There are too many demands.)

It was with a heavy heart that Ruben accepted the keys to his apartment as Olga, his third baby sister in the past two months, handed them back to him. "Por favor, cuide-se." (Please, take care of yourself.) 

Minutes passed as Ruben stood by the front door in a stunned silence.

Where had he gone wrong? 

Was his demands really that absurd? Or were they just too many, like Olga said?

He shook his head. No, not if those demands assured the safety of his son.

Ruben clutched the keys in his hand and returned to the living room where his, now cold, dinner awaited him. Olga, with her suitcase in hand, had demanded his attention just as he sat down to enjoy it. 

Ruben reached for the remote and shut off the TV before moving on, taking a lap around the apartment to turn off the lights. 

Lost in the darkness, a dimmed light guided his way. The light glowed softly, shifting between the colors blue and red. With careful steps Ruben entered the baby's room. 

Smiling animals decorated the walls. Ruben had given his mother free hands. Free, being the keyword as she spared no expenses on renovating the then empty space. 

It pleased him. The room turned out great and the baby sometimes managed to sleep a full night below the colorful lights. But as Ruben peered open the door, he found his son struggling to go under, anxiously stirring his body from side to side.

"It's okay, I'm here." There was no point in staying with him until he slept. Ruben had a long day tomorrow and needed restful hours of his own. But as he lifted Thiago out of his crib and took him to his own bedroom, Ruben felt a sudden urge to weep. 

There he was, tucked into bed with a baby in his arms. An infant, with no sense of the world other than that it revolved around eating and pooping.

It was a hard thing to admit, but Ruben really needed help. 

It dawned on him earlier that week, when that young woman from the lawyers office told him to calm down, that he had no idea on how to do just that. How could he possibly be calm when an innocent life's existence depended solely on him and his sanity? How could Ruben be calm when he was so afraid of what would happen if he failed as a father?

He wanted to ask the young woman for advice. She seemed so confident on what to do, on how to move through the world despite holding none of the cards. He wanted to ask her whether she could take care of him too.

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Matt kept texting you. His paramedic heroics at the club last week surley prevented you from bleeding out on the dance floor. It made your night a bit more exciting when your stilettos failed you and a gorgeous premed like Matt tended to your wounds in the ladies bathroom.

Despite his generosity and erotically skillful hands, you found yourself making up excuses not to hook up with him again. Tonight's excuse was valid though, seeing as your distant cousin and her husband invited you over for dinner. 

After hearing about your straining financial situation they made an offer to help you get back on your feet, which was quite embarrassing, but perhaps that's what family is for.

You should know, having plenty of them back home in Portugal. However, Ines was the only woman in your large family tree that you admired. Although she married rich, she was quite independent and inspired you to follow her path of creating a life for yourself abroad. She was definitely like the big sister you never had. Maybe a few words of wisdom wouldn't hurt coming from her.

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The following weeks fueled Ruben with a deep bitterness. Bitterness for being as exhausted as he was. And bitterness towards the babysitting agency that failed to delegate Olga's replacement. 

Ruben needed someone who could meet up to the high demands that he had around his son. Someone who was organized and could follow rules without endless questioning. Simply put, Ruben needed someone who was available around the clock — 24/7.

"So…a slave then?"

"What?" Ruben irritatedly removed his earpods when Bernardo nudged his shoulder. They were seated together on the bus back to Manchester after another horrendous away game for the team. It was clear that Ruben's lack of focus was beginning to affect not just him, but the entire team's structure of defense.

"The demands you mentioned for your new babysitter." Bernardo asked skeptically, with a unique ability to put a bad game behind him faster than anyone Ruben knew. "They sound quite grave, don't you think?"

Ruben's head knocked back against his seat as he popped his earpods back in. "Please, Bernardo. We've been over this already. I only want what's best for my son."

"Well, so do I, and Ines."

Ruben rolled his eyes, but tilted his head to indicate that he was listening.

"Please Ruben, I insist that you and the baby stay for dinner tonight. Ines and I may have found a solution to your problems?"

"For the last time Bernardo, the answer is no."

"But why?"

A good question.

Why was he so stubborn? Bernardo was Ruben's best friend. He was just trying to help him out. The least Ruben could do was to listen to this so-called solution of his.

He sighed. "What time should we be there?"

A smug smile widened Bernardo's chapped lips.  "Around seven. Ines' cousin should've arrived around that time."

"Great. — Wait who?"

Not even the gloom of City's most embarrassing loss of the season could wipe away the bright expression on Bernardo's face. He was showing teeth now, like a friendly shark. "Like I said, we may have found a solution to your problems. You're just gonna have to trust me on this one."

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

*Part 6 is out on my Patreon for FREE!

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 4/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

I have too many plans for this story. I'm making it a 16 part series - sorry not sorry hehe 🤭

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 *Part 6 is out on my Patreon for FREE!

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

Enjoy!

Winston Hill law firm, was a private representative law firm in Castlefield,  Manchester. 

Located on Owen Street, one of the poshest neighborhoods in the city, the law firm took pride in their client roster. A roster consisting exclusively of upper class citizens that could afford to pay the ridiculous amounts that the law firm demanded for their services. 

One would think that such a prestigious establishment wouldn't want their female employees to dress like the sensual secretaries in the James Bond movies. Women who were clearly dressed to please the male gaze. However, you were wrong. Fitted into a tight pencil skirt you spent your first week at Winston Hill strutting around the office building, memorizing every senior lawyer's coffee orders. Other than the lack of blood circulation in your legs you saw no point in complaining. It was a low paying internship. A temporary one at that. 

The only previous work experience that you had was babysitting. You had done so for twelve years prior to moving from your home in Lisbon,  Portugal to study law in the UK. 

To think that out of those twelve years you only got paid for the last three of those years. But that's what you get for being the first born with a fertile mother and an absent father. At one point in time, your three brothers and little sister depended solely on you for their survival. Intense, for sure. But you all managed somehow. Now they were all grown up and could take care of themselves. But leaving them behind to pursue your own dreams, sometimes felt like a selfish betrayal. Luckily you had friends to convince you that it wasn't so.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing? Where are the pencils?"

"What?"

Tati poked her head out into the hallway and found you staring into thin air. "The golden tip pencils?" She gestured hoplessley. "We need them for the conference room." 

"Oh, right. I'll go get them."

"Okay, but hurry. The first meeting starts in fifteen minutes."

You muttered bitterly as you moved down the hallway like an eager penguin. Unlike you, Tati had mastered the skill of walking fast in heels wearing a thight skirt. However, hadn't it been for your pencil skirt restricting your movements, you wouldn't have failed to catch the elevator to take you down to the storage room. Meaning you wouldn't have run into the hysterical woman with a crying baby in her arms searching for the ladies room. And if you hadn't run into her….you wouldn't have met him.

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The hysterical woman rushed towards you in distress, the crying baby trembling in her arms. "Please, where is the bathroom?" She pleaded, in fairly broken English.

"J…just down the hall." You pointed and looked back as the hysterical woman passed you one her way to the ladies bathroom. Where did she come from? Why was she crying? And what the hell did that beeping sound come from? 

It came and went with the woman. You didn't think much of it while taking the elevator down to the storage room. But on your return to the conference room, Tati was nowhere to be found.  However voices were heard coming from down the hall.

"Oh, thank god you're here!" Tati exclaimed and left the crying woman's side, the same woman from earlier.

"What's going on?" You stepped into the women's bathroom for the door not to hit your back. You appeared to have stumbled into a disaster of some sort, with diapers and used baby wipes scattered all over the bathroom floor.

Tati looked more distressed about it than the woman clutching the now half naked baby. "Help me clean this mess up before the clients arrive."

""But what happened?" 

"I don't know? Ask her!" It was rude of Tati to point to the woman and the baby. But with her internship on the line she left you to handle things while she went to fetch a mop and some Ajax.

"I'm so sorry for my friend. Is everything alright?" You approached the woman with caution, since you had no idea what she was doing at Winston Hill. Was she a client of the firm or just a visitor? By the looks of it she might just have wandered into the building in order to change her son's diapers. He was clearly suffering from something he ate and his skin had grown a rash from those scented wipes that the woman seemed to have used on him.

"Do you need any help?" You asked to which the woman shook her head. "No? Are you sure? I can help the baby wash up while you get him a new diaper."

She was shy, but seemed to understand that you were only trying to help.

"Yeah? Do you want to hand him over to me?"

The woman nodded and handed over the baby with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's okay." You soothed, his tiny body trembling terribly in your arms. The rash he was suffering from had clearly broken out week's ago. "Did you bring his bag?" You asked, to which the woman finally answered.

"Yes, but Mr Dias won't let me use the baby powder that I bought him. He said the brand is too cheap."

"Well, what does he know?" You scuffed, but immediately regretted it since Mr Dias could be the woman's husband.

"He is angry today. So angry."

"Who, your husband?"

"Mr Dias is not my husband." The woman approached the sink to wash her hands. The bathroom light revealed her face. She was fairly young, perhaps in her early thirties. "The baby's mother…" She said with a sorrowful voice. "She won’t sign the papers."

"What papers?" You asked, bouncing the baby in your arms to stop him from crying.

"She wants to see the baby." The woman explained, setting the baby bag on the sink and retrieving a clean diaper and a new packet of wipes. "The papers, Mr Dias wants her to sign the papers and stay away. But the mother wants to see her baby."

"Well she has every right to." You frowned. This Dias guy seemed like a total asshole, fueling your hatred of controlling men. Especially those who loved to control women.

"You don't understand." The woman wiped the baby clean while he stirred in your arms. She did so swiftly as if in a hurry to get back the baby to its father, who you suspected to be Mr Dias.

"Mr Dias needs the baby's mother to stay away. She will make things difficult. Mr Dias already has a lot of stress."

"Well that doesn't mean he gets to push around the people that are trying to help him out. People like you."

The woman was brought back, slightly shocked by your consoling action of grabbing her hand. "You are very kind. Very very kind."

"Thank you. But I'm only—."

The woman let go of your hand as the loud beep returned. It woke up the baby who immediately began to cry.

"He's coming!" The woman retrieved something from her pocket, checking its lit up screen.

"Who, Mr Dias?"

"Yes. He's looking for me."

She rushed to unhand the baby from you, however, you shifted your body, refusing to hand him over.

"Please." She pleaded. "You don't understand, he is already very upset."

"He can be upset all he wants. No one gets to treat—."

"What's going?"

"Y/N?"

The door to the women's bathroom flung open, in the frame Tati and a man appeared. He was tall, almost too tall to fit in the door. His face was stern looking with a set jaw. A masculine looking man, with dark hair and a scruffy beard. His narrowed eyes were quite intimidating, however, something behind them hid a slight terror. 

He shifted his head between you and the woman. "Olga, explain!"

"M…Mr Dias, perdão." The woman made another attempt to unhand the baby from you, but again you refused.

"Y/N?" Tati hissed.

"Who the hell is she?" Mr Dias shouted.

The woman became more distressed with your actions, however you remained resolute.

"Give me my son." Mr Dias demanded. He even went as far as to step into the women's bathroom and only then did he notice the mess on the floor. "What's going on here? What the hell are you doing to my son?"

"Calm down." You hissed, to which the man reacted as if no one had ever spoken to him in that way.

"What the hell did you just say to me?"

You moved over to the sink, bouncing the disturbed baby in your arms. "If you must know, your son has a rash. A quite irritated one. It's causing him discomfort, as you can see."

"He has a what?"

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

You ignored Tati, who seemed to be looking out for the soon to be arriving clients. Perhaps Mr Dias was one of them.

"Por favor, seja útil e dê-me uma fralda." (Please make yourself useful and hand me a diaper.)

Mr Dias looked around himself, a tad confused. He was certainly not picking up any of the ditty diapers on the floor for you to use on his son.

"Da bolsa, seu idiota." (From the bag, you idiot.)

The woman was quicker to react, although stunned by your ability to speak portuguese. "Aqui, use este." (Here, use this one.)

"Obrigada." (Thank you).

With the diaper in your hand you went over to the changing bed, laying the baby on his back. He stirred on his bed, kicking his little feet. "There you go. I'm almost done." You were quick to change his diaper as your muscle memory kicked in. You change the baby's diaper but withheld the use of baby powder, seeing as Mr Dias narrowed gaze burned in the side of your temple. Thankfully he did not interweave.

"There. Now he's all clean." The baby was handed back to the woman, who quickly gathered the baby's belongings, while Mr Dias' eyes never left yours.

"You are right about the baby powder." You said.

He raised a brow.

"It's cheap and includes talcum, a toxic chemical that can be very harmful for infants. Baby oil should clear up the rash though. I recommend any brand that's scent free."

"I—". Mr Dias struggled to gather enough words to form a sentence. And he wouldn't get a chance to as Tati returned into the bathroom. "Y/N, the clients are here, let's go!"

"Right, the conference." You left the women's bathroom in a hurry, only catching a glimpse of Mr Dias' baffled expression, however, it was enough for you to realize how handsome he was.

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Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 3/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

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It would take Ruben three months and a couple of visits from his parents to feel like he finally got a hang of his life again.

It was certainly turned upside down the day his son came into the world. Ruben hadn't gotten a full night's sleep since, which wasn't an ideal change of lifestyle for a professional athlete like him. But despite the many challenges, Ruben was determined to raise his children right.

For his son's first year in the world he planned to hire a full time wet nurse that could not only feed the baby but also be a maternal presence in his son's life. Ruben could only imagine having to grow up without a mother. His son would grow up to have many questions. Questions that Ruben promised to answer truthfully one day, so that his son could understand that despite how he came into this world he was very much wanted and loved by Ruben.

Even before the baby's arrival. Long before it actually. Ruben had a maintenance company come over and secure every inch of his luxury apartment. He had them remove all pointy edges, mirrors, glass bottles— you name it. Anything that could potentially harm his son had to go.

It eased his mind, knowing that he was leaving his infant son in a secure household. Although, Ruben might have taken things too far installing a high security camera in every room in his apartment, including the babysitter's room.

"Isn't that illegal?"

Ruben stood on the ball, pausing the play between him and his teammate. "Illegal…?" He thought about it, but dismissed the question with a shake of his head. "No, I don't think so. How could it be when it's my apartment and my son?"

"But it's creepy." Bernardo said, receiving Ruben's pass and returning it immediately. "At least you have to agree with that?"

Ruben stood on the ball. once more pausing the play. Scattered on the grass field surrounding them other players were doing the same, passing a football between themselves to the displeased gazes of the teams coach and assistants. Ruben was glad to be back training, however it ached his heart that he had a very good reason to stay at home.

"Ruben?" Bernardo alerted. "Did you hear what I said?"

"That I'm creepy for installing a camera in someone's bedroom. Yeah, I heard you." Ruben chuckled and returned the ball.

"And?—"

"The security system isn't for me to abuse Bernardo. It's to ensure the safety of my son."

"You're unbelievable, did you know that?"

Ruben laughed. He had much respect for Bernardo, his best friend, who had much to advise and educate Ruben on what it takes to raise children. However, with all due respect, Bernardo was a married man, with a stay at home wife who took care of the majority of things involving his now three year old daughter. All Bernardo had to do when he came home from training was to play with his baby until she fell asleep. Ruben on the other hand, was a single father, having to figure it out all on his own.

Not that he was complaining. But it was far from easy. Ruben would never admit to it, but the fear of failing as a father sometimes kept him up at night.

"Why don't you and the baby come over for dinner tonight?" Bernardo suggested. It would be the third time that they would've done so this week. Ruben had begun to suspect that Bernardo and his wife was just making sure that he hadn't fucked it all up yet, after his parents traveled back to Portugal at the end of last week.

"I dunno, I'm really tired, and I have a meeting with my lawyer this afternoon."

"Yeah, how so?"

Ruben shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps something came up about the final settlements."

"Oh, okay. How about this weekend then, after the game. You should come over for dinner, Ines is cooking."

"That sounds nice Bernardo, really. But I just think I'm staying in this weekend."

Bernardo stood back with his hands on his hips and a smug smile on his face.

"What?" Ruben frowned.

"Nothing. I guess I just have to get used to the new you."

"The new me?"

"Yes. The new Ruben Dias. The responsible father. The retired party animal. No more fiesta!"

Ruben smirked as he passed Bernardo the ball. "Well, I guess you're right about that." Too much partying is what left him with his son, Thiago. Although he was a blessing to his life, Ruben was done with the rogue lifestyle he was once a custom to. A lifestyle that often resulted in brief night's with eager women who he never saw again. Perhaps it was time for Ruben to finally settle down and find someone that could accept both him and his son with no alternative motive. But due to his chosen profession this was most likely impossible.

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Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 2/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Prologue Part 1 Part 3

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

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Somewhere in a neatly furnished dorm room, squeezed into a bed meant for two, lay four girls snoring away the memories of yesterday's sins.

You were the first girl to stir awake, batting your eyes open to meet the bright sunlight that swept across the nearby campus.

The light was too much for you to handle at this hour. You wanted to reach for your phone and confirm the time. However, a foot and a thigh held you hostage amongst the sea of white duvet.

A yawn. "Last night was a movie, or whatever the kids say these days."

You tilted your head to see that Brenda was awake. "No, tomorrow was a reminder of how broke I am. Since when does a Guinness and a shot of vodka cost more than a week's worth of groceries?"

Brenda chuckled and shifted her crow's nest of a hair to get a better look at you. "I dunno Y/N, since the Irish found a way to punish the British for years of oppression."

"But I'm not British."

"Neither am I."

"Wait." You pinched the bridge of your nose. It was still sore from the fall you took on the dance floor. However, if it wasn't for that fall you wouldn't have gotten laid last night. "What was the point of this conversation again? I'm too hungover for your historical nonsense."

While Brenda laughed at your misery, another black haired head popped up from under the covers. "You were talking about how broke you are and how you should get a job." Tatiana, with her makeup still intact, joined in on your early morning conversation. She put a hand up to shield her eyes from intruding the sun.

"Right, a job." You scuffed.

"Yes, Y/N. If you're in need of some extra cash why not go down to the campus Starbucks and ask if they're hiring. If not that, please take up my offer and come work with me at the law firm that I'm interning at."

"I dunno." Your head dropped back onto your pillow.

"Well, why not?"

"Because…"

"Because what, Y/N? You said it yourself, you have no money."

"Maybe not. But I spend most of my days studying to become a lawyer. Why should I spend my free time working as one as well, when that time will come to me anyway."

"Come on Y/N." Brenda urged, followed by another extended yawn. "It might be a great opportunity for you."

"How so?"

"You'll get acquainted with the daily profession just like Tati has. And who knows, you might even attract some future clients, right Tati?"

She nodded agreeingly. "And look, maybe you'll end up hating it, but that would also be a good thing to find out sooner than later, no?"

Your friends were making valid points. However you weren't completely convinced.

"Just do it!" Shouted a muffled voice.

The foot and the thigh that held you hostage began to stir. A third head appeared from under the covers. Meela's hair wasn't a mess however, it never was considering the way she always covered it up beneath a silk bonnet. Even after a tipsy girls night out her routine continued.

"Just do it." She repeated, annoyingly so. "What's the worst that can happen, the firm giving you a permanent position after you graduate this summer?"

Point taken

"Fine, I'll do it. I'll come with you to work tomorrow."

So it was decided. Little did you know that your hungover decision would alter your life as you knew it forever.

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Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Part 1/16

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Ruben has a baby boy, can you imagine ☺️❤️

Prologue Part 2 Part 3

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

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"What should I do, mom? He won't stop crying"

"Have you fed him?"

"Yes."

"Helped him burp?"

"Yes."

"Change his diaper?"

"Yes, mãe. I've done everything that the nurses taught me to do at the hospital. Nothing is working!"

"Oh, querido, acalmar." (Oh, sweetheart, calm down.)

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that when he won't stop crying?" Ruben sat with his head in his hands, staring hoplessley at the crib where his son was turning bright red from whaling. If anything, he looked to explode at any second.

"Just take him out of his crib and try to soothe him." His mother suggested. Never in his life had Ruben missed having his family around like he did now. Unfortunately, his parents couldn't be there for the birth of his first child. Due to the circumstances of it all Ruben was late to include them in what was going on. Not even Ruben's closest friends' knew what was going on. Although a few rumors had begun to leak to the press.

"Querido, did you hear what I said?"

The spark in Ruben's ear brought him back from his momentarily daze. "Yes, mãe." He sighed and stood from the couch, approaching the baby's crib with the phone pressed to his ear.

"Just pick him up and walk around for a bit. If that won't do it perhaps try giving him some formula again."

"Fine."

"Oh, honey. Don't worry. Your father and I will be with you at the end of this month."

"I know. Thank you."

"Alright, I'll call you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, mãe."

Ruben tossed his phone on the couch and bent down to retrieve his son from his crib. The whaling didn't stop, however. Instead it took the baby by surprise, making him squint open his eyes to see who had further disturbed his peace.

"Shhh it's okay. It's just me, you're dad." Ruben rocked the weightless bundle in his arms, the hopeless trembling easing up with every sway. Eventually the cries subsided entirely and his little face became still.

"That's right, go to sleep."

It was a beautiful face, his skin soft and pink. If anything he looked more like his mother, with sand brushed hair and a button nose. However, Ruben hoped and prayed that his son would've inherited his resilience, and of course his skills on the football pitch.

"There you go, that's better." Ruben moved over to the couch, plotting himself down with the baby still fast asleep in his arms. He sat back and enjoyed the newfound silence that swept the apartment. Finally, he could rest. Ruben did so with his son tucked closely against him, heartbeat against heartbeat.

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Charles Leclerc x Lewis Hamilton - CL ❤️ LH

OMG, DID YALL SEE FERRARI'S LATEST POST ON INSTAGRAM!!!! 😫❤️❤️

Lewis and Charles, I love them.

I wrote some fluff for you all 😭😭

@12romy I got the photo from your post ❣️

What if Charles and Lewis were secret lovers like in Call Me By Your Name?!?!?

What then?

Enjoy!

"LH."

"CL?"

Charles shut the trailer door behind him. It was dark. The furniture in the room was lit up by a small window above the kitchen area.

"It's getting crazy out there." He said, shifting his head in search of movement. He noted it in the corner of his eye. A large shape lay stretched out on the extandable sofa.

"Do you still have time for me?"

A smile widened Charles lips. "I'm here, aren't I?"

The silhouette of a man rose to sit on the sofa. He wasn't wearing his cap, and his braids were taken down.

"Were you taking a nap? Did I wake you?"

"Yes." Sleep trailed his voice, yet he sounded happy that Charles came. "Is there still time. Will you lay with me?"

Charles heart pounded in his chest. They were taking a risk. A big one.

Anyone, a mechanic, or even a family member could step through the door and find the two of them wrapped up in each other's arms. What, then? What will people say?

"Charles?"

"It's CL."

The room fell silent. Charles had utter himself sternly, a trace of warning in his voice.

"I see...." Lewis muttered.

Charles was happy not to see his face in that moment and remained standing by the door for his features to remain in the dark. Lewis beautiful features.

"So why did you come? If not to make me come?"

A snicker.

Charles couldn't help it. "So you think you're funny, eh?"

"Is that why you came? So that I could make you laugh?"

His accent. It made the blood in Charles vains rush from his brain down to his—. "No. That's not why I came. What makes you think that?" He folded his arms, his eyes concentrating on Lewis silhouette that remained so still. Like a cat in the night.

"Then what do you want?" He asked.

"I—." Charles didn't have the answers. He never had. Still he came. He always did.

"It's practice soon. I have to get ready." Lewis rose to his feet, alerting a sudden panick within Charles as the world around him suddenly returned.

"Lewis, please I—."

"It's LH."

Charles fell back.

He had stumbled forwards in a desperate attempt to redeem himself. But as Lewis stood, half of his face became lit up by the window above the sink. His beautiful face that showed a slight furrow in that moment.

Charles head dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry. LH, I mean."

Lewis remained still, but made no notion to leave.

Charles perked up, gathering what courage he had left. He had already made a complete fool of himself for coming over here, into Lewis private trailer less than an hour away from the Italian Grand Prix first practice session. However, he had snuck past the beaming fans, the paddock personal and even the team's own mechanics, just to have this minute alone with Lewis.

"Please." He pleaded. "Can we just... just for a moment." Charles watched Lewis. He watched how his eyes searched Charles face. How his expression softened once he realized his true intentions.

"Okay."

Charles perked up. "Okay?"

"Yes. Come to me."

It was with a blissful heart that Charles stepped further into the trailer, untill he reached the sofa. Until he reached Lewis.

"Don't worry." He said, wrapping a comforting arm around Charles shoulders. "I'm nervous too."

"You are?"

He smiled. A toothy smile that Charles adore so much on Lewis. "Of course I am. This is my home Grand Prix too, no?"

"Of course." Charles chuckled and was happily pulled down to lay with Lewis on the sofa. Where their legs were tied together. One on top, the other below, generating a comforting heat between the two lay close.

Even if the moment only lasted for a minute, it was there minute. CL ❤️ LH.

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Mason Mount x Black Reader - The Mountain To My Heart Part 3/3

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You match with Mason Mount on Tinder, however he is definitely not your type. Or so you think.

Enjoy! ❣️

The greatest first date.

Scratch that.

The greatest date period.

Mason was such a sweetheart. A gentleman in everything he did. However, at times you caught him glancing your way, his gaze longing for something more. Like after dozing off in the middle of your marathon of the How To Train A Dragon franchise. A questionable movie choice that perhaps explained why you fell asleep.

"Hey." You smiled, voice raspy with sleep.

"Hey." 

"Did I drool on you?"

Mason chuckled, looking to the spot where your head rested against his arm. "You're all good."

You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes. "I think I should go."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

Why? 

It was a good question. You were so comfortable with Mason. The laws of opposite attraction in full pursuit. It terrified you how much you liked him. How fast he had made his way into your heart after one damn date.

"It's getting late." You chirped. A cheap excuse. 

Judging by Mason's expression, he thought it was cheap too. But the gentleman in him still remained. "I'll walk you home then."

He reached for the remote to pause the movie and shut off the TV. The darkness along with the silence that fell in the living room unraveled a deep sorrow within you. 

Although he couldn't see your face Mason must have noticed that something was off as his hand found the side of your face. "You okay?"

The words left you in a silent cry. "No."

"Y/N?" Mason's hand dabbed your cheek, feeling the dampness of the skin. "Why are you crying?" 

He crept closer, reaching for you in the dark.

"Please, I don't want...."

"Shhh." He silenced you with his lips, pressing them gently against the side of your temple.

"Mason."

He traced the kisses down the side of your face. His hand under your chin turning your head until his hot breath swept past your lips.

"Mason." You pleaded.

He responded with a feather-like kiss against the corner of your mouth.

"Mason."

His face was so close, his breath tickling your ear. "Can I kiss you?" He had yet tasted your mouth. With his other hand resting on your thigh, you felt how he yearned to have you right there in the dark. "Please." He whispered.

"Mason, we can't."

"Why not?" His lips slid down to your throat, pressing against your beating pulse. "I want to make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good."

"I don't....I haven't...in a long time."

His laughter vibrated below your chin. "As if that wouldn't make me want you more."

You were pressed down against the couch, with Mason crawling on top of you. 

Your hands raked through his thick hair guidning his face towards your mouth where he kissed you deeply.

The heat. Mason held you down, pressing your body flat against the cuchens while his hand made its way up your thigh, cupping your ass.

"God." You gasped. You were turned on so fast.

"Yes baby, moan for me. Let me hear how good this feels." He spread your legs between his hands to fit himself between your thighs. His hard erection put pressure against your abdomen, hinting on what would happen next. Fortunately Mason never pressed you beyond your limits. He was a gentle lover with the sole obsession to taste every inch of you.

"God Mason that feels—."

"Good?" He groaned, moving deep inside of you as you lay naked below him. He was naked from the waste down, having gotten ahead of himself during foreplay.

"Tell me..." He grunted. "What does it take for me to make you come?"

"This." You sighed, throwing your head back with the immense pleasure of having his wide shaft buried deep inside of you. "Just keep doing this."

He kept at it alright, thrusting his hips against yours, willingly trying to start a fire between your legs.

"Mason, I'm gonna..."

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna...."

Shivers ran down your spine. A hot sensation that left your whole body trembling. Mason was close behind you, delivering one last sloppy thrust before collapsing on top of you.

"Fuck." Someone said, It could have been you, however, you were too spent to remember.

Mason shifted his head, aligning it between your breasts, licking the valley between our sprouted nipples.

"Stop it now."

He laughed. "Never. I'm never gonna stop. We're gonna go all night. Until you're too tired to leave."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." He raised his head, meeting your eyes. "Promise not to leave."

You smiled. "I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

And so it began. Another climb to your heart. Although this time it wouldn't be as steep. 

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Mason Mount x Black Reader - The Mountain To My Heart Part 2/3

Part 1 Part 3

You match with Mason Mount on Tinder, however he is definitely not your type. Or so you think.

Enjoy! ❣️

He was late.

What kind of guy is late to a first date? Scratch that, what kind of guy is late for a first date and text you about it instead of calling?

"I'm going home." 

You had waited around long enough. The bar that you agreed to meet up at was getting crowded, with people side-eyeing you for hogging a table without ordering anything to drink.

"Y/N, wait!"

You left the bar and got as far as across the street when a faint shout of your name altered your steps.

"Y/N, it's me, Mason."

He was taller than you thought. 

"I'm sorry, I got held up at training. Please, don't go." 

And he did not seem like the kind of guy to cross a busy street just to stop a girl from leaving. Yet, he appeared before you, chest heaving up and down as he took you in for the first time. 

"Hi."

"Hi."

"I'm Mason." His smile was boyish.

"I know." You shook his hand anyway. "You're late."

He chuckled. "I know. But the night is still young, no?"

You looked back towards the bar. A line was starting to form outside of it. "I'm not going back in there."

"Okay, I guess we can find somewhere else to—."

"Your not dressed to go anywhere else."

Mason looked downwards on his Levi jeans and H&M shirt. The jacket he wore, with the fancy Tommy Hilfiger print didn't impress you either. Although you were sure that he thought it did.

"I'm going home."

"Wait!"

He was bold, grabbing a hold of your arm as if the two of you knew anything about each other beyond your Tinder thread. It was intriguing, the effect he had on you. However, it made you second guess your choices.

"Y/N, please. Give me a chance to make it up to you." His eyes sparkled under the city lights. The wind blew cold yet he didn't care to let go of your arm to pull up the zipper to his jacket. "Please."

You sighed. "Fine."

"Great!" He shifted to stand beside you, sliding his hand down your wrist until your fingers intertwined. "My apartment is just around the corner. Let's just order in and watch a movie or something."

You opened your mouth to protest, however Mason seemed so set on making the date happen that he wouldn't take no for an answer. And so you followed him up to his apartment, a seemingly large one for a bachelor. However, he did say that he worked in finance.

"Please, make yourself comfortable while I'll order some food."

You draped the coat off your shoulders. But just as you were stepping out of your heels, light paws were heard crossing the hardwood floor.

"Hi, girl. How are you?"

A black Labrador wagging its eager tail greeted you at the door.

"How was your day darling?"

While Mason bent down to greet the beast, you took cover behind him.

"Y/N, what are you...."

"No, wait!"

Just as Mason turned to face you his dog noticed the stranger behind him and immediately ran up to sniff you down.

"No, please stop."

Mason seemed surprised at your reaction, but quickly understood that you were hesitant to cheat on Jimmy the dog, or perhaps that there was no Jimmy the dog at all.

"Wait, hang on." It broke your heart a little to see Mason have to put away his Labrador for your sake. He led the dog into his bedroom where it would remain for the rest of the night. Things were quite awkward between you once he returned to the living room.

"The food is almost here. I'll go down and get it if you want to pick the movie." He said.

You nodded. "Okay."

 His eyes searched your face, perhaps trying to figure how the hell he ended up matching with someone like you. Someone so completely opposite from himself. "I bought that painting you told me about."

"W...what?"

Despite the initial irritation his smile returned. "I bet you don't remember, but last month when my parents were in town, they wanted to visit this fancy art gallery. It's where you work, no? You were there to greet us and when my mom asked you about the newest additions you showed us that painting." Mason nudged his head somewhere towards the left.

You shifted to see a lovely antique painting hanging on the wall. "You bought the original Lilian Glover?" You said astonished. "Like....with your own money?"

Mason nodded his head, grinning at your expression. His hands fell into his pockets. "My dad told me that it was just a waste of money. He was probably right."

"Yet, you bought it. Why?" Your attention remained on the wall, where the painting hung without any proper lighting to bring notice to the masterpiece that it was.

"To be honest...." Mason said, in a way that drew your attention away from the wall and back to him. "I only did it to impress you."

"Me?" You frowned.

He nodded. "That day in the gallery you seemed so captivated by it. It made my parents day having you explain the history behind it. So, I bought it." He shrugged. "To impress you."

"Why?" This could only mean that Mason knew of you before matching with you on Tinder. You didn't recall everything about that day in the gallery, other than that his parents were lovely people. You thought it was cute how he seemed so protective of them, wanting them to have a good time while visiting him in the city.

Mason stepped forward, close enough to reach out and caress your face. He didn't though. 

Thank God.

"Because I like you." His breath caressed your cheek. It was warm and quite comforting.

"You don't even know me?"

"Not yet. But I hope to."

It was enough for you. His mannerism, the way he spoke to you as if he worshiped the very ground you walk on, it was enough to make you understand that if he wanted to he could easily break your heart.

Something vibrated in the distance. 

Mason's phone.

"It's the food, I'll go down and get it." He said. "Please, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."

"Oh, okay."

Things were really turning around for the worst. You were going to have to figure something out. Perhaps have Danny call you and pretend that there was an emergency. That you had to leave Mason's apartment asap.

"Y/N?"

You were drifting. Mason must have noticed because he had yet left the room.

"You okay?"

"Ehm, yeah. I'm all good." Your arms dropped to your sides. "I guess I'm just a little overdressed for a movie night? You chuckled nervously.

It was a mistake for you to bring attention to your clothes. Once Mason eyes were on your body they had a hard time detaching from you. 

"Mason?" It got to a point when heat began to rise to your cheek. His eyes returned to your face but settled somewhere below your nose. "The food?"

He nodded, eyes glossy as he hesitated to move. "If you want to change it to something more comfortable..." He muttered, his voice deep and seductive. "I can get you something."

"Pardon?"

Mason gestured for you to stay put. He disappeared out of the room only to return a few moments later with a hoodie and a pair of shorts for you to wear. "Here, put this on while I go get the food."

"O...okay."

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Mason Mount x Black Reader - The Mountain To My Heart Part 1/3

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Okay, okay. I guess I can see the appeal now hahhaa. It was definetly last weeks game that did it for me. 🤭❤️

You match with Mason Mount on TInder, however he is definitely not your type. Or so you think.

Enjoy! ❣️

Mason Mount.

Ma-son Mount.

Never in your life had you dated a guy named Mason, and to top that off his last name was geographically known.

"At least he's cute." Said Danny, who took the liberty to scroll through the Tinder thread between you and this Mason Mountain guy. She lay on your bed, looking impressed with what she discovered. "Why did you tell him that you like dogs? You hate dogs."

You gasped "I do not." 

"Y/N, don't lie."

"I'm not." You put down the make up brush and spun around in your chair. "I'm terrified of dogs, that doesn't mean that I hate them."

Danny chuckled. "Well this Mason guy thinks you love them. What if he plans for your first date to be a walk in the park or something. What then?"

"I'll tell him to leave his dog at home."

"What about your dog?"

"Huh?"

Danny turned the screen, zooming in on the evidence. "Yesterday, at 11.07, you told Mason that you had a dog named Jimmy?"

You shrugged. "It's a little white lie, so what? Everybody on these dating apps lie. People will say anything to get laid these days." You returned to face your desk mirror, resuming to do your makeup.

Danny spoke up behind you. "So you're planning on fucking him?"

She caught your smirk in the mirror. "I mean apart from his ridiculous name, he's kind of cute and we sort of hit it off. I don't see why sleeping with him would be off the table?"

"Uhm, maybe because you haven't slept with a guy for over three months. Do you even remember how to?"

"Yes." You hissed. "It's not rocket science. My three months of celibacy was just an era. A temporary face while I healed my body from all the terrible memories of being with Jay."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." You said, raising your chin to dab some power onto your throat. "I've moved on from him and anyone like him. That's why this Mason guy is perfect. He's not like anyone I've dated before."

"You mean white?"

Your eyes rolled back in their sockets. "No, Danny."

She put down your phone and sat up in bed. "I dunno Y/N. I've never seen you as much as bat an eye at a pretty white boy before. Not even the ones that work with you at that fancy art gallery downtown. But all of a sudden you reactivate your Tinder profile just to swipe right on a bunch of Nathan's and Steve's."

"Okay, fine." Once again you put down the brush and spun around in your chair, putting your hands up in defence. "I'll admit that I'm taking a bit of a different route this time around. God knows why? Maybe I'm just trying to protect my heart from breaking again."

Danny's arms folded, she was not convinced. "And you don't think that this Mason guy could do it?"

"Do what, break my heart?" You scuffed. "I'd like to see him try. If he does I'll make sure to break his first."'

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Guys, this is happening!

This project is so different from anything I've ever done before. Together with @ixghostred, we've created this beautiful love story about the responsibility and sacrifice that goes into creating a family. These factors are often unimaginable until you're truly in it. And Ruben is truly in it. 

It's an eight part story that will be released on my Tumblr and Wattpad for free! However, pre releases of chapters will be available on my Patreon.

But without further ado, it is an honor to present you with the official prologue to Offside Hearts!

Ruben Dias - Offside Hearts Prologue

*Warning this story contains topics that might be sensative to some

Rúben Dias, a 26-year-old star defender for Manchester City, finds himself at a crossroads when his casual relationship with a woman leads to an unplanned pregnancy. She decides she doesn’t want the child and offers him a choice: she’ll carry the baby to term, but she won’t be involved afterward. Despite the challenges, Rúben agrees, driven by his own principles and a desire to give the child a loving home.

Enjoy! ❣️

It was a boy.

A son.

His son.

How could Ruben possibly give up his firstborn son for adoption or worse, no matter how scandalous the child's arrival to the world would be?

"So, have you decided on what to do?" The mother said, as they left the private clinic, holding a generous distance from each other. She was chewing gum and had done so when laying exposed in the doctor's office whilst signs of life were being shown growing inside of her. 

Ruben shed a tear watching his son appear on the sonogram screen. He cried, seeing the shape of him, the tiny blob that he still was. But nonetheless that was him, that was Ruben's own creation, his own flesh and blood, growing inside a woman who couldn't stop popping her fucking gum.

"Ruben?"

"What?" He snapped.

The mother altered her steps, a dent appearing between her blond brows.

Instant regret washed over Ruben. "I'm sorry."

The mother shook her head. "I knew I should have come alone."

"But he's my son." Ruben protested.

"It doesn't matter. No man gets to decide what I do with my body."

"But he's my son." 

"So? I don't know you. We had one fun night together in December that turned into more than it should've been. We fucked up Ruben, that's all that is. That's all this baby is to me, a fuck up."

"Then I'll take care of him." He said, hiding the fact that he was clenching his fists. "I'll take care of my son alone. You'll get whatever you need while carrying him inside of you, medical relief, work relief. I'll take care of it. I'll take care of you. But seven months from now, when the baby is born, you'll hand him over to me and agree that I'll be the baby's sole caregiver with no strings attached. Do you understand?"

The smile on the mothers face disgusted him. However his offer served her well. She was young and beautiful with a whole life ahead of her. A baby would risk putting an end to that, and so she agreed.

"Good. Now, let me take you home. You'll be hearing from my lawyers first thing tomorrow morning."

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This is one of my favorites, I can't! 🤭🤭

Ruben Dias - Be Mine Part 1/3

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You have been warned, Ruben is the villain in this story! 👹

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Anon asked: hey, have you ever written a story like ruben having an affair with his teammate's girlfriend?

No, but here is a try!

Enjoy!

He's doesn't deserve her, Ruben thought. Bernardo is not treating her the way he could treat her.

"What are you doing Dias, give it here!"

"Huh?" Ruben snapped out of his day dreaming. He found himself on the football pitch, Bernardo in his silly gloves and benie, demanding that Ruben pass him the ball.

"No! You idiot."

Ruben chuckled watching his friend run after the ball where he sent it flying over his head.

"You know, one day I'll get you back."

It was the end of training. He and Bernardo joined their teammates heading towards the dressing rooms.

"Keep dreaming." Ruben grabbed Bernardo's neck and squeezed it knowing his friend hated when he tormentented him this way.

"Awww!" He squeled, begging Ruben to let him go.

It was too easy, breaking him down. Another reason why Ruben thought that Bernardo didn't deserve her. Ines deserved someone who could protect her, someone strong. Like him.

"Dias!"

Both Ruben and Bernardo jumped at the shout of their coach. "Let him go!" He said, wagging a finger at Ruben to walk with him.

"Oh oh, someone's in trouble." Bernardo grinned at the fact.

"Shut up!" Ruben shoved Bernardo towards the dressing room, joining his coach who wanted a moment of Ruben's time.

"You play like shit, I hope you're aware of this?"

The two had barley made a lap around the football pitch before coach handed him the rough but honest truth.

"What's on your mind son, have I not given you everything you need to succeed?"

Ruben's coach insited on speaking to him in Portuguese. Another one of his bonding methods. One that Ruben found difficult since his coach Portuguese sounded worse than a person attempting to speak the language after two weeks of Dualingo lessons.

"I'm sorry coach, I promise to do better." Ruben nodded, convinced that he could improve.

"Whatever is on your mind lately, let it go." His coach put a pin to their little chat with this demand. Ruben returned to the dressing rooms only to find it empty. It was Friday,  everyone had a rush to be somewhere after training. Ruben however, had nowhere to go.

"How did it go?"

"Fuck Bernardo! You scared me."

Ruben had gotten undressed, ready to hit the showers, when his friends head pocked through the dressing room door.

"Sorry. I was just wondering if he gave you a hard time? Worse than last time?"

"Nah, he just told me that I played like shit." Ruben draped a towel around his waist, shivering with the draft that Bernardo caused by holding the door open.

"Sorry." Bernardo said, notcing his friend trembles. He shut the door behind him, joining Ruben in the dressing room. "Last time was worse." He said sitting down.

Ruben shrugged. "It really doesn't matter, he is right."

"Don't say that."

"Be honest Bernardo, I haven't been able to get around the game like I used to. Coach isn't the only one to have noticed, it has effected the whole teams performance."

Silence fell in the dressing room. Bernardo looked to ponder the words that had been said. He came to a decision of his own. "It's just a slip on soap." He shrugged.

"A what?" Ruben did not comprehend what was going on in his friends mind. No one really did.

"A slip on soap." He repeated. "My grandad used to say that when you slip on soap you're pretty much helpless, inevitably anticipating your own fall. But once you're down all you can do is get up again, no?"

"Right." Ruben said, not really sure what he was agreeing to.

Bernardo stood. "Whatever you're going through is just a slip on soap. You'll get up eventually." He pushed open the dressing room door and turned back to look at Ruben. "Ines is celebrating her friends birthday tonight. I'm alone with the baby. Why won't you come over, help babysit?"

Ruben nodded, hiding his smile.  "Alright, I'll see you later than."

"See you later and don't eat anything before you come. You know Ines, she might kill us both if we don't enjoy her cooking."

"I'll make sure to avoid it."

Ruben was happy to finally hit the showers. He stood rinsing his hair. The thought of seeing Ines tonight put a lasting smile on his face. Looking down he realized that all of him was excited to see her. However, he'd have to find a way to control himself around Bernardo. Ruben washed the foam out of his hair, grabbing a hold of the shaft of his hard dick. He began jerking off. Slow than fast. The thought of Ines flooded his mind. Sinful thoughts, thoughts he'd hope to entertain tonight.

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THANK YOU!

To everyone who participated in the 7 Days of Requests 4.0! After two amazing years posting on tumblr I still get the same giddy feeling everytime somone drops a request in my inbox. Keep doing that!

Below, you'll find a list of the 7 requests.

Enjoy! ❤️

7 DAYS OF REQUESTS 4.0

(DAY 1) - Joško Gvardiol

(DAY 2) - Dusan Vlahovic

(DAY 3) - Rodrigo Riquelme

(DAY 4) - Pedri Gonzalez/Ferran Torres

(DAY 5) - Julián Álvarez

(DAY 6) - Ruben Dias

(DAY 7) - Robin Le Normand

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SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 4.0

(DAY 7)

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Boot Camp Part 5/5

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Thank you @pensat-i-fet for the GIF, I took it off of your page <33

You and Robin fall in love unexpectedly during Atletico Madrid's annual Boot Camp

Enjoy!

You and Holly returned after the most brutal training session you had ever endured, looking like two dogs that had rolled around in the park.

"Girls vs boys, now whose stupid idea was that?"

"Maria." You groaned. It hurt to reach for the key card in your pocket. Opening the door to your hotel room was even more excruciating. 

"Can you believe coach Simone yelling 'no easy, no easy, to the guys. What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Holly ranted in frustration. 

You fell forward on your bed, unable to wiggle your toes. That's how sore the game left you.

"I'm going to kill Maria. Honestly, we could've died, meaning we could have missed the party tonight."

 You sighed into your pillow. The last thing on your mind was to party, however, Robin was going to be there so you needed to get back on your feet somehow.

"Y/N, is it okay if I hop in the shower first?"

You raised your arm, giving Holly a trembling thumbs up.

"Great, thanks. I won't be long." She grabbed her necessities and left you to linger in silence on top of the bed. The prickling sounds of shower water, resembled heavy rain outside your window on a slow day. The soothing sounds allowed you to relax your aching body, your eyelids flickering slowly until they eventually shut.

Your thoughts drifted back to the game during training. A brutal game where the men's team were undoubtedly superior with their unmatched speed and strength. But the girls refused to go down without a fight, and managed to shatter a few male egos by robbing the ball from their feet. 

Holly, with her reckless precision even managed to score a free kick goal, after you were brought face down on the ground by an Atlético player who couldn't separate Boot Camp from La Liga. 

The funny thing about that incident is that it earned Robin a time off on the bench. He had been the first player on your side when you got fouled, the first one to pull his own teammate off of you and curse him out for playing dirty. Things got heated between them which resulted in Coach Simone sending Robin to the bench to cool off. You really wanted to check on him after the game, especially since he was seen clutching his chest and coughing violently on his way back to the locker rooms. However, you were caught out by Maria who ordered the girls to gather around her so she could shout at you for not managing to outscore the boys.

Despite the pain and the taste of grass still lingering in your mouth today's training session was great fun. Tonight would be even more fun if you could just gather enough strength to get out of—.

"Y/N?"

You grunted as pressure was applied to your side.

"Does that hurt?"

Your eyes flickered open, welcomed by the darkness of your hotel room. The sun was down outside of the window, replaced by the moon that casted a soft light on the carpet floor.

"Good, you're awake. You must be hungry."

"Robin?" 

A shadow lingered on the edge of the bed. Carefully, you raised yourself to sit, squinting your eyes to make out the shape of him.

"I hope you like pizza." He said, brimming innocently in the dark.

You rubbed your tired eyes and realized that someone had covered you with a sea of blankets alongside two bags of ice. They had also gotten rid of your grass stained clothes, leaving you half naked below the covers.

"Robin, did you—."

"I didn't!" He saw the look of terror in your eyes and understood what went through your mind. " I swear, I just came down here to check on you since you didn't show up to dinner or the pool. Your roommate….she told me that you were resting. She's the one who let me in when you…you were sleeping. But I swear," He threw his hands up in defence. " All I did was to check on you with my eyes."

You chuckled. It was adorable, the way he rambled when he got nervous. It was even more adorable that he came all the way down from the Rooftop to check on you, seeing as today really got you good. 

"What kind of pizza did you bring me?"

"What?"

You scooted closer to Robin where he sat on the edge of the bed. "If it's pineapple I won't eat it."

"It's not." He brought the pizza box onto his lap, the smell of four kinds of melted cheese soothing your nostrils. " I hope you're not lactose intolerant."

"If I was," You opened the box and grabbed a slice. "I wouldn't care. I'm starving."

You didn't hesitate to devour the slice of pizza, followed by another one and another one. Of course, It wasn't very lady-like, enjoying a meal in bed. And it was definitely not the way you imagined your first date with Robin to go. You were mid chew when it hit you that perhaps he was hungry too.

"God, I'm so sorry. Do you want a slice?"

He shook his head. A satisfied smile on his lips. "You eat, I'm good."

"You sure?" 

Robin reached out to touch your face, his eyes settling somewhere below your nose. "Food aids recovery, so you eat."

You became still, frozen in time when Robin carefully swiped his thumb across your cheek, towards the corner of your mouth where he wiped away some leftover pizza crumbs. 

"There." He whispered, without letting his hand drop from your lips. "Now you're all cleaned up."

"Robin." There were things you wanted to say to him. Things you wanted to do with him. But the beating of your heart made it difficult for you to breathe, let alone get the words out.

"Hey, you okay?"

You shook your head.

"No?" Quickly, Robin shifted, patting himself down in search of something on him. "Here take this, it might help." Retrieving the dose from his pocket, he generously offered you his asthma inhaler. The one that helped him breathe at times. The one that you caught him using before the bus ride to Boot camp. The same inhaler that he tried to hide from you in his hotel room the other day. Robin offered it to you without hesitation, without second thought of embarrassment, as if you were someone important to him. Someone he could trust. Someone he cared about.

"Y/N, please, if you need to—."

He simply took your breath away and so you did the same thing to him by stealing the last of his words, pressing your lips against his. 

There was a deep longing coming from you both. It tugged your bodies forwards in a heartfelt exchange of saliva.

"Y/N, wait." 

But of course, Robin was the one to break up the kiss, leaving you to miss the shape of his face against your cheek.

"What?" Your eyes batted in the moonlight, waiting patiently for him to tell you what was on his mind, however all he did was to shake his head.

"We shouldn't…you're tired and sore from the game."

"The game…." You said dreamingly. "It was a lot of fun, no?"

"Fun?" He scuffed. "It was war Y/N, and I almost killed my own teammate for tackling you."

You grinned. "I know."

Robin tilted his head, eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

"What?"

He kept at it.

"Robin, what is it?"

"You did all of that, didn't you? Just to see me sweat?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Your lips say one thing but your eyes…."

Your laughter was rich and loud, causing a slight sting in your already bruised up rib cage. "I don't know Robin, I guess I can see where you're coming from. Some girls find it very attractive when a guy throws fists in their honor. "

He chuckled. "Some girls… but not you, right?"

"I don't know." You shrugged. "I'd say that I find you very attractive. But not for that sole reason alone."

Robin was brought back, his eyebrows elevating in a way that allowed the moonlight to cast a reflection on his pearly eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, to perhaps protest your statement. But what was there to protest when all you spoke was the truth?

Robin initiated your second kiss by leaning forward. This kiss lasted far longer than the previous, giving the two of you enough time to explore the way you liked to be handled. 

He brought a hand to rest against the nape of your neck, tilting your head, deepening the kiss that way. You moaned softly against his mouth, your hands pressing firmly against the swell of his chest that was revealed through his unbuttoned shirt.

"Y/n, I'm serious." Again, Robin was the first one to pull away. Breaking up the kiss that was eager to flower into something more. Something beautiful and sexy. "You could've gotten really hurt from the stunt you pulled today." He said, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles. 

"I don't break that easily Robin. I can handle a little rough play."

"Yeah?" He pulled back, his dark eyes searching yours.

Your gaze was seductive and so was your touch on his arm. "Yes, now touch me."

Robin's features were evident in the moonlight,  his hair flat against his forehead, shielding his eyes like a curtain when he leaned forward. 

"You're beautiful Y/N." He kissed the hill of your shoulder. 

You guided his hand towards your lap while he continued to trace kisses down the length of your arm. He did so until the straps of your training bra showed. He stopped for a brief moment, taking in the reveal of your body, how it curved under the blanket, the shape of you fueling his imagination.

"Y/N?"

"Just touch me." You nodded, assuring Robin that you wouldn't regret being with him.

He chuckled softly. His smile fading sinfully. "You keep telling me to touch you."

"Yes, I want you to."

"But where? Be specific."

Your lips brushed past his ear, your tongue latching onto his lobe as you whispered. "Touch me where it feels good."

It was all it took. Robin let go of all previous restraints, cradling his arms around your back and waist, laying you down on the bed.  "You sure?" 

He hovered above you, his hands resting on each side of your head, digging deep into the mattress. "Yes, Robin. I'm sure. I want you."

He dipped his head to kiss your lips, the pressure soft and sweet. "I want you too." He smiled. 

You gasped with his hand that slid down your stomach, his fingers rough and cold. They nipped at the hem of your panties, teasing you, before disappearing beneath the fabric.

"Fuck."

Your legs trembled with his touch. 

"Shhh." He soothed. "Relax for me baby. Remember, you wanted this."

You bit through the pleasure, a violent sensation that ran down the length of your spine. His fingers were knuckles deep inside if you, applying more and more pleasure with your increased breathing.

"Don't come yet."

"W…what?" It would be impossible not to. 

Robin shifted his position above you, aligning himself between your legs all while hooked inside of you with his fingers.

"Robin!" You moaned.

"I know, baby. I know."

You were feral, on the verge of rupture. Robin did little to help you cool down by pulling down the straps of your bra, freeing your breasts from your training bra. He latched onto you with his mouth, suckling your nipple until sore, causing several contractions of your tender body. But at last he freed himself, replacing his fingers with his erected flesh. He entered you slowly before thrusting into you until he was balls deep. 

"Yes. Yes! Just like that. Ahh!" You took him well, thrust upon thrust. Moan upon moan. Until the very last moment when he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. 

"Robin, are you alright?"

His body was warm below your fingers and sticky with the sweat that ran down his naked back.

"Yeah, never been better." He muttered teasingly.

"You sure? Do you need me to get you your inhaler?"

"Fuck you."

It was the perfect ending. To Boot camp that is. For you and Robin this was only the beginning. Tomorrow on the bus, when your teammates question why the two of you aren't getting off the bus during bathroom breaks, they'll have every right to assume that you are going to make out.

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