#ruben loftus-cheek fanfic

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek words: 1685 request: Ruben / You / 500 – 900 / You are from LA so you never got to experience a white Christmas as a child and build a snowman so Ruben and his family have a snowman building contest with you❤️

(which Ruben wasn't specified so I tried not to elaborate too much on specifics which could be for either. I also tweaked the request slightly. either way, I hope this is ok)

You’d seen the Hallmark movies of it snowing on Christmas Eve. You’d heard of the issues that snow brought, how it could bring cities and towns to a complete standstill but having lived under the hot LA sun almost all of your life, you’d never even seen a snowflake with your own eyes, let alone the inches of white stuff that December was supposed to bring. 

Ruben had shown you pictures of him in knee length snow, and others of him at home with his family growing up and during his club playing days.He always looked happy, cold but the smile rarely slipped from his face.  He promised you that at the first sign of snow approaching, he’d do what he could to ensure you had the best experience with it and you’d sworn that you’d hold him to it. 

So far, December has proven to be freezing with Ruben constantly reminding you that “this is still autumn, sorry. Fall,” he’d say in an exaggerated accent, “and you still have time to go before experiencing a real winter.” He’d head out, thick coat unzipped and no scarf on while the tip of his nose and his fingers resembled ice cubes while you trudged behind him in a sweater, thick coat, gloves, scarf and hat and still felt the cold seeping into your bones. He’d warm up within ten minutes or so once in the warmth but it felt like an age before you’d defrosted and could feel your limbs again comfortably. If this truly was still fall, Winter was not a season that you were particularly excited for anymore. 

Everywhere the two of you have visited has been incredibly busy. streets were flooded with bodies scrambling in and out of shop doors and spilling out into the roads as more people grew impatient with those who preferred dawdling. Shopping here was a whole new experience but Ruben kept you close to him at all times with an arm protectively wrapped around your back and guiding you to where you both needed to go. 

“It’s going to snow soon,” Ruben stated, looking down at you with a big grin. 

“You can’t know that.” you’d challenged, sniffing at the air but only taking in a ridiculous amount of coldness which seems to burn your sinuses. 

“I can. And it will. I can smell it in the air.”

You thought he sounded ridiculous and you backed up your belief by betting him a weeks worth of household chores. By the time you returned home, your feet ached more than you thought possible and the bath that Ruben made for you helped to both warm you back up and soothe your aching body. Climbing into the bed, you vaguely remembered Ruben saying something about the first snowflakes of the year beginning to fall but you were too exhausted to fully take in what he was saying before you slipped into the land of nod. 

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The smell of breakfast and coffee coaxes you slowly from your sleep. Your eyes still feel heavy and giving a little stretch only confirms that your muscles still haven’t forgiven you for yesterday. Opening one eye only, you glance around and note that Ruben hasn’t joined you back in the bed yet. Testing the waters a little further, you stick a foot out and immediately pull it back under the duvet as the cold hits your skin. 

“Please put the heating on Ruben,” you groan to yourself as you pull the duvet up and over your head and you snuggle back down into the warmth as you come around properly. You may have fallen asleep again, you may have just taken a while to fully awake, which one it was, you’re really not sure but by the time you’re pulling back the duvet and sitting up while wiping sleep from your eyes, you can hear Ruben making his way upstairs. 

His large size takes up the doorframe impressively as always, and in his hands is a drink for himself and a hot caffeinated drink for yourself if the smell was anything to go by. It’s only once your hands wrap around the mug that he offers you that you also realise that the bite in the air has now disappeared thanks to the radiators being in full swing now. It was bliss. 

“I was right by the way.” Ruben states proudly as he takes a sip of his drink and perches himself on the edge of the bed. 

“Hmmm? In what way?” you ask before blowing over the surface of the drink and tentatively taking a small sip. 

“It snowed.” he says, a grin spreading across his face as surprise contorts your expression. 

“For real?” You make quick work of putting down your mug and heading over to the window. The chill alone through the glass makes you shiver but there it is, just like Ruben promised. Blankets of thick white covering the lawn, patio, the tree branches and bird feeders. The football posts and net that is always assembled has an impressive amount across the bar and more continues to fall from the sky. The clouds are a dark grey and it doesn’t appear like it’ll stop any time soon. “Can we go out in it?” 

“Not before you’ve drunk your drink and there’s breakfast downstairs. Trust me, you’ll need something warm in your belly if you’re going to be going out there.”

And Ruben wasn’t wrong. Even beneath the multitude of layers which you’d piled on before stepping outside, the moment the door was open, the coldness took your breath away. You’ve taken several photos for you to look back on and maybe a few to upload to your social media for those back home to see. It really was beautiful. Freezing cold but beautiful. 

“I feel guilty for ruining it.” you comment, turning to look at him as he stands behind you equally wrapped up.

“You don’t need to go out if you don’t want to.” he offers you another solution. 

“And what if i never get this chance again?”

“You’ll see snow again.”

“It’s taken me this many years just to experience this. But to get snow this close to Christmas? How often have you had a white Christmas?” 

“You’ve got me there. Rarely. Maybe once, twice max.”

“Exactly.” You say sternly and turn back to the white garden. You lift your foot and hesitantly take that first step, not wanting to ruin the picturesque scene before you but you couldn’t deny that first crunch of the crust breaking is incredibly satisfying. 

The next step was just as beautiful. And the one after that. And the one after that. Pausing, you pull your phone from your pocket to take a quick snap of the footsteps imprinted and find yourself looking into Ruben’s camera as he takes a picture of you too. 

“Look how happy you are.” He notes, a boyish grin on his own face from watching you. You hadn’t noticed you were smiling but now he’s pointed it out, you can feel it oh too clearly. 

“I feel like a child at…well, Christmas.”

“Consider this an early present then.”

“I want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight but I don't want to mess it all up.”

“Why don’t we walk right up to the back there and make our snowmen and then come back a-”

“Can we try and walk back in our footsteps so we’re not disturbing it too much?” you ask him, eyes large and pleading. 

“Of course baby.” He says and steps into your prints. 

Despite being outside less than five minutes, the cold is already penetrating your skin and chilling your bones. Your fingers ache within the softness of the gloves that Ruben made you wear. He’d stood you in front of him and dressed you like he would a child. He’d tucked your scarf in, adjusted your hat and ensured that your gloves were pulled up high on your wrist to be tucked into the sleeve of your coat. “I know these weather conditions better than you. I don’t want you being sick for Christmas because you weren’t properly dressed for this.” he’d said before kissing your nose. 

You trudge up where you know the path is but unable to currently see it and keep going until you find a good open space which seems ideal for snowman building. Ruben appears beside you within a few seconds and stares at the space alongside you. 

“How should we tackle this?” You ask and look up at him. 

“Do you picture a snowman with a head, belly and base where the legs should be or just a head and belly? Do you picture two or three balls?”

“Two. I don’t think I could manage three. My hands are too cold, I fear they may fall off before I finish making him.”

“At least I could add them for authenticity.” Ruben jokes then swallows back his laugh when catches your facial expression. “The bottom ball needs to be bigger than the top. We can start with a snowball and then keep adding to it and adding to it until it’s the right size. Then we’ll add these,” he pauses to pull out something out of his pocket. Unbeknown to you, he’d scoured the house for things that could be used for this exact reason. He also retrieves a carrot too. “for the snowman’s face and buttons. I can put on my hat and scarf.”

“But then you’ll be cold.”

“We’ll get a few more English winters into you and you’ll barely feel it at all.” He grins, before bending at the waist and scoops up a handful of snow. “We better get going. Knowing English weather, it’ll start raining soon and all of this will be washed away.”

You’re not sure if he’s joking or not, but you’ve had your fair share of rain so far and you’re not about to start doubting him now. You mirror him, bending to scoop up your own handful and cast him a warm smile, “then let's begin.”

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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ─ 𝐑𝐋𝐂𝟖 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚..

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, just pure fluff

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my first, and hopefully not last, fic is here. i have been working on this for a few months now and finally got the inspo to finish it today. feedback is always appreciated ♡

just wanna say thank you to @yungbludz for being the most supportive and amazing friend, i love you so much ♡

You and Ruben had been friends for as long as you could remember, but it wasn't until your late teens that you became very close. you spent almost everyday together, you would even go with him to away games, and when you couldn't you would always facetime or text. he was always there for you whenever you needed it.

So when you were told that your new apartment had some minor issues that needed to be fixed before you could move in you panicked. You didn't know what to do and you knew there was no chance of you staying in your current apartment until the new one was fixed. With so much going on in your head you didn't hear the doorbell ring, it wasn't until you saw 5 messages and 2 missed calls on your phone from Ruben that you realised that he had been standing out in the cold for almost 10 minutes ringing the doorbell. You put on your soft cardigan and hurried downstairs, opening the door for him and letting him in.

”I am so sorry rubes, I didn't hear it.” you said as you quickly turned around and started to walk away from him, Hoping he hadn't noticed that something was bothering you but he did. He always did. You felt his hand on your wrist and with a firm grip he turned you around, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. Your favorite place to be, the only place where you felt safe and you wished you could stay like this forever but that was impossible so you just stood there daydreaming.

It wasn't until you felt two of his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up, that you noticed he had removed his right arm from your shoulder.

As Ruben tilted your chin up, you found yourself lost in his deep, comforting gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you were caught in the intensity of his eyes. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ruben's voice broke through your reverie, concern lacing his words.

You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts as you realized you'd been staring at him for longer than you intended. "Oh, it's nothing, just... the apartment stuff," you mumbled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Ruben's brows furrowed in understanding, and he squeezed your shoulder gently. "Don't worry about it, we'll figure it out together, okay?"

His reassurance was like a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of your worries. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks, Rubes. I don't know what I'd do without you."

His smile in return was like sunshine breaking through the clouds, lighting up the room and warming your heart. "You'll never have to find out," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a gesture so tender it stole your breath away.

In that moment, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you, begging to be released. You felt the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach, the realization dawning on you with startling clarity.

You were in love with your best friend.

But the fear of ruining what you had kept the words trapped behind the barrier of your lips, suffocating you with its silent agony. How could you risk everything for the chance of something more?

Yet as you stood there, caught in the warmth of Ruben's embrace, you couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that pulsed through your veins like a heartbeat.

You had to tell him.

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze with determination, steeling yourself for the leap of faith you were about to take. "Ruben, there's something I need to tell you..."

Before you could muster the courage to voice the words trembling on the tip of your tongue, Ruben's expression softened, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. And then, in a move that caught you completely off guard, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as anticipation crackled in the air between you, thick with unspoken desires and uncharted territory.

And then, in the next heartbeat, his lips met yours in a tender, electrifying kiss that stole your breath away. It was as if the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting.

For a moment, you were lost in the sweet ecstasy of his touch, the taste of him like a balm to your soul. Every nerve in your body tingled with newfound sensations, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each passing second.

But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. Ruben pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

"I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have done that," he murmured, his voice laced with regret.

Your heart sank at his words, the weight of unspoken confessions still lingering between you like an unspoken truth. But then, something inside you stirred with a newfound resolve, urging you to cast aside your fears and seize the moment before it slipped away.

"No, Ruben, don't be sorry," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. "Because... I love you."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of a thousand unsaid prayers. And then, in the silence that followed, something shifted, a spark igniting in Ruben's eyes as he met your gaze with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

"You... you love me?" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as tears of relief pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Yes, Ruben. I love you."

And then, without another word, he pulled you into his arms once more, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go. And in that moment, as the weight of unspoken fears and uncharted desires melted away, you knew that you had finally found where you belonged.

In each other's arms, where love had been waiting for you all along.

[lovergiirlsblog]

Heart pizza date night

In which Mason and Y/N make pizza together for dinner.

Warnings: none just fluff (domestic Mason)

This one is so rushed and short 😭 but I had to post since I’m finally unbanned. It would be great if you sent me your feedback xx

« Y/N! Honey I’m home » Mason dropped his training bag on the floor and put his keys on the counter. « Y/N! » he called again and walked to the kitchen where he found her, eyes focused on the screen before her while trying to follow the steps of making a pizza dough.

« Oh hello there chef! » he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She smiled when she heard his voice and turned to face him. « Hello love! Have you been home for so long ? » she hugged him without wrapping her flour covered hands around him. «Nope. I called out your name but apparently you were too focused to hear me. What are you making ? » she pointed at the ingredients and smiled. « I thought you’d come home late,so i wanted to surprise you with heart shaped pizza. » she kissed the tip of his nose « But since you’re home now. Come and help me with this mess » she put her index finger on the same place that she just kissed after handling Mason an apron. “Yes sir” he saluted.

After letting the dough rest for an hour she squeezed it in half and gave Mason his portion. The man started humming dramatic melodies and stated « May the competition of the best pizza begin! » He held out his hand for her to shake it and they both bowed. There’s one thing about Mason and Y/N: they always match each others’ energy , and it’s the reason behind their strong bond. They literally have the same childish and dramatic behaviour.Immediately Mason started copying Y/N’s actions and rolling the dough. He was clearly struggling to make it look perfect, tongue on the edge of his mouth,while Y/N was singing along with Mariah Carey on the background.She was too focused on rolling the edges to notice his struggle. The girl lifted her head to find a very stressed Mason still fighting with his dough. « I don’t know what’s wrong with mine! Yours looks so much better » She giggled and brushed the edges with milted butter.When she finished she shrugged her shoulders « I guess we know who the winner is from the start » . The guy next to her sighed and went back to his task. She glanced at him and his stress amused her « Oh relax darling you’re just flattening it too much. I can’t help you more. » He froze and gave her a confused look then added more flour « Okay I’m rolling it back up » he didn’t give her a second to stop him. The vue of him putting the dough back together made her gasp « Mason noo oh my god you can’t do that ! You just deactivated gluten dumbass! You know what ? Here let me help you. You just focus on football!» She took it from him and started rolling it again while he stood there watching her with guilt. « Here,now I will give you instructions for the sake of the competition » He grinned and squeezed her then rubbed his hands together « Thank you baby. I’m listening » she rolled her eyes and smiled «Okay first you need to pinch and pull the bottom of the circle to form a point. Good ! Now, take a finger to the top middle and push down toward the center. And finally roll the edges for extra crunch. » A proud smile formed on his lips as he followed her instructions perfectly “ We’re back into competition,baby”

They had the toppings set in front of them, Y/N added some sauce, a lot of cheese and pepperoni while Mason wanted his with crème fraîche and cheese. Then they put it in the oven.

« So how was your day ? » Y/N asked once they cuddled on the couch after cleaning the kitchen. « It was good we had fun at training. Have I told you that Chilly and Reece are back ? It feels good to have them back but they won’t be playing in the next few games» He smiled wholeheartedly,pulled her impossibly close and rested his head on her chest. She immediately started stroking his hair. « Yes you have baby. This is the 3rd time » she giggled and kissed his forehead. « I’m just so happy” he chuckled and buried his head in her neck “I can’t wait for the next game. I missed premier league’s matches.» The way that he starts acting like a kid when he gets excited made her heart melt and she wanted them to stay that close forever. « I will come and cheer for you then but you need to draw a heart shaped pizza as a celebration if you score» she pressed her lips on his temple and wrapped her free arm on his neck.

« Deal » he let out a laugh.

« Oh I think our pizzas are ready » She ran towards the kitchen after pushing Mason who followed her seconds later. She pulled the pizza out of the oven and grabbed her phone to take a picture. Mason added some fresh arugula and a ball of Burrata on top of his. Y/N on the other hand was staring admiringly at hers « Look at her. She’s perfect » she faked a cry and took another picture of the pizza. « Are you kidding me ? Mine is definitely the best » she looked at him up and down «  Do you mean the one that could’ve been still a dough if I didn’t help you ? Yeah sure it is » He let out a gasp and covered his mouth with his hands « I did it myself you just showed me the way to do it but the creativity was all mine. Come on I’m starving let’s pick a movie » She rolled her eyes and followed him to the living room « Ungrateful ! »

They picked ”Little women” and grabbed their plates. Y/N focused on the TV and forgot about her food meanwhile Mason,who had zero patience,took his first bite and his face changed confusing the girl next to him. She waited for him to say something but he stayed silent and continued eating. « What’s wrong ? » he gave her a reassuring smile and shook his head « Oh nothing. It’s good » he swallowed hard . Y/N frowned her eyebrows, she wasn’t buying it so she took a bite of her own. Mason stopped eating and waited for her reaction. When she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, he put his plate down.« Oh my god Mason! How’s this good ? » she rushed towards the trash can and spited it out. Following her, he muttered shyly not wanting to her hurt her « It’s not that bad but it’s a bit … sweet » She scratched her head and murmured « I think ,um, i might have added sugar instead of salt ?» she looked down at her feet. Mason was trying so hard not to laugh but when she raised her head and their eyes met they both bursted into laughter « Why didn’t you tell me though ? » He put his plate in the sink after throwing the rest of his pizza in the bin and leaned on the counter. « You spent a lot of time making it and you made a lot of effort. It would be evil to tell you that. Plus it’s not a big deal it’s just pizza… sweet pizza » he chuckled.

« Aw my golden retriever is back » she hugged him tight burying her head in his chest « If I didn’t find out would you still eat it ? ». He looked down at her and caressed her cheek. « Of course. I mean I was gonna eat it if you didn’t start eating » His words made her feel bad. He soon noticed the pout on her lips and lifted her chin « Hey let’s look at the positive side, we had fun and now I can make heart shaped dough thanks to you » Mason wasn’t the judgemental type of partners, he would do anything in order to not make her feel guilty.She chuckled and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. « But unfortunately, I did find out so we need to order some pizza now »

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: 4am Drunk Calls **

Lewis Hamilton x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Crude Language, Dirty Talk, Angst, NSFW, Phone Sex, Self-Pleasuring 

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Reader and Lewis are broken up. On a hard night of partying her shield cracks and she drunk calls and let's some dirty filthy shit spill.

Note: Appearance of someone I have been meaning to start writing for since 2021 but never found the opening. Everyone say hello to the opening and the new addition to our lineup. LOL

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Slightly Interactive***

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"Sweet baby Jesus in a manger he looks good as fuck," you groaned out as you watched his latest story again and again.

 You'd lost track of how many times you'd watched it, lost track of how long you'd sat there analyzing the 30 second clip of him doing pull ups from every angle. You did know that you'd started with a full to the brim glass of wine and now your glass was dryer than the Gobi.

 Upon this close up of his back as he pulled up you let your finger rest on the screen pausing the video. You gawked at the bunched muscles there and let your tongue roam over your bottom lip. You remembered your fingers resting just atop his "still I rise" tattoo. They didn't anymore though. Taking your finger off, you let the video finish off then you went back to his page to drool over the photos he'd posted today. He was off on yet another luxurious trip enjoying his wealth and fruits of his hard labor.

 On the 4th picture, you sighed. The setting sun loved him. The golden light bathed him like none other. You loved seeing him in the sunset, it was a major turn on for you that he always capitalized on when you were together. He laid in the sand with a wide smile and a hand shielding the sun. You wondered who'd taken the picture. Who was he with?

 The thoughts toiled in your head until the discontent within you bubbled. Groaning, you threw your phone across the room then dropped onto your back.

 "Jeez! You're on a roll to make it 4 phones this month," Nori, your personal assistant and friend said.

 You rolled your eyes again.

 "Then it shouldn't piss me off."

 Nori snorted. "How did an inanimate object piss you off today?"

 She approached you and as she did, she let out an amused scoff. Glancing at her, you saw her eyes on your screen.

 "If you miss him so much call him."

 "Fuck outta here, who misses him?!"

 You said it more forcefully than you’d intended. Crossing your arms, you took up the keyboard for the entertainment system on your media room and proceeded to distract yourself.

 "I'm sure he misses you too," Nori went on.

 "Bullshit. You don't see he's on yet another island? Probably with some thirsty IG thot who is desperate for some attention and dick, and he is eating it up and dickin’ her down without a care in the world. Ass!”

 Nori didn't answer for a few moments. "Or he's frontin’ as much as you are putting on a façade, so you think he's over you."

 You glared at her. "Who's frontin? Who's putting on a facade? Fuck outta here I am so over him and his bullshit double standards. Him and his bullshit stubbornness. Him and his always gotta be right and refuse to fess up to being wrong. Him and his bossiness and always needing to have the upper hand in damn near everything. Fuck him!”

 You could feel Nori's eyes on you. When you looked her eyes said it all.

 "What?"

 "Weren't those the reasons you fell in love with him?"

 You sneered and looked back to the massive screen in front of the room. As your personal assistant for the last eight years, she’d seen you pre-Lewis, during Lewis and post Lewis. This meant she had the receipts to back up every single one of her on point accusations. It also meant she was right. You hated she was right. Nori sighed loudly.

 "You two are so similar it’s ridiculous."

 "I'm nothing like him. If someone I say I love expresses vulnerability about something I'm not going to hurt them and turn an already tumultuous exchange into a nightmare by bring aloof, distant and wishy-washy. Then turn around like the hurt one and play victim. I also wouldn't ever make the person I say I love have to constantly guess where I stand with them."

 "Fair enough but Y/N that was you in the beginning of your relationship."

 "Nori that was almost 2 years ago. You grow up. I thought we were deeper than that and turns out I was the fucking fool. I was the one who got played."

 "But you know Lewis. You know how hard a real connection is for him. You understand him better than 90% of people. Y'all were the real thing, Nori pleaded.

 You sank deeper into the cushions fighting the sting on your eyes.

 "Bullshit. There was no connection."

 Sighing, you flung the keyboard aside after deciding on some fantasy series that would no doubt take your mind off of things.

 A few nights later, you capped your lipstick turn stood tall, assessing your outfit for the 3rd time. The short length of your moss green dress accentuated the gold and diamond thigh garter you wore while the deep plunge of the neckline showcased the jeweled breast harness. Both pieces of jewelry hugging you and amplifying your assets. It occurred to you then that you'd donned a style and color that you knew Lewis would like and you'd done it all unconsciously.

 A mixture of annoyance and sadness filled you. It had been 3 months since you'd ended things. 3 months since your argument. 3 months since your feelings erupted like a volcano while his laid as tepid as tap water. 3 months since he'd let you walk out of his hotel room in Monaco without so much as a step to stop you. 3 months since your relationship tipped to the checkbox of "it’s complicated" and 3 months you still couldn't get him off your mind. The hopelessness of the situation only pissed you off more.

 "Get a grip Y/N. He did this. You were 100. Fuck him. You're fine as fuck and any man would be lucky to have you. You don't need him!”

 Your notification went off and you grabbed your phone and went to check what was happening. Once you opened IG you saw what it was. Lewis had posted again. He looked like he was in some club with his shades on and throwing up peace signs with his friends. Fuck he looked good.

 "I sure want him though."

 Again, you tossed your phone rolling your eyes.

 By the time you and your friends rolled into the club it was well after midnight. You had a nice buzz going thanks to the few glasses of champagne you'd already had at home and on your way to the club. From the way the club was packed you guessed there was something else going on besides drinks, hot bodies and music.

 You made your way to one of the VIP areas and posted up waiting to get bottle service.

 "Please don't blackout tonight, Amdala pleaded into your ear.

 You shot her a shocked look, "Moi? Non ma belle amie. Je n'ai jamais. Je vais être sur mon meilleur comportement. (Me? No, my beautiful friend. I have never. I am going to be on my best behavior.)

 Her don't bullshit a bullshitter look was so on point you had to laugh.

 "I'm being serious," she countered.

 "Dala when have I ever been a sloppy drunk?"

 She nodded and gave you the only response she could, "Never."

 "Exactly."

 "But you’ve always been with 44 so it was safe to say you kept the sloppy drunk away for his reputation. Now there’s no 44 in sight."

 You sighed. Amdala was always pointing shit out in that blunt way of hers. You'd always suspected it was the French way to be so forward and while her words did have a bite most times you never took offense.

 "It's not just his reputation I have to be careful with ya’ know. My mother would scalp my ass if I dragged her precious last name through the mud."

 Amdala nodded fully understanding demanding mothers who were making names for them proving that not all billion-dollar net worth bosses wore trousers and ties, the best ones wore 8-inch stilettos, Dolce sunglasses and limited-edition Birkin. Your mothers were forces in their own right for decades, but their recent venture really catapulted them past anyone's reach. They'd teamed to revitalize and solidify F1's women's division. It was a move that many men objected to because like it's hard to helm a racing empire...right. Your mothers were proving they could rise to the occasion as well as stand tall longer than any badly aging man.

 "Maman (Mama) still giving you grief over yours and Lewis' break up?"

 You scoffed. Giving grief was an understatement. She was up in arms. She thought the world of Lewis and thought the two of you together spoke volumes and no one could dare come close. Sometimes you didn't know if she wanted you with him because of the PR heaven it afforded her or because he truly made you happy. Until he wasn't.

 "She is still insisting I fix things."

 "And will you?"

 "I didn't break anything I need to fix."

 Right on time, a waiter approached with your other friends and several bottles of expensive liquor, and you cheered, thanking them as they dropped them off. You quickly filled a glass needing to wash away the bad taste on your mouth from talking about the end of your 3-year relationship.

 "To the single life and truly feeling," you toasted.

 You, Amdala, Sade, Tanzie, and Chanel raised your glasses and cheered before knocking their drinks back. From then, the night passed in a blur of drinks, skin, and blinding lights. You drank, danced, and laughed like you had not one care in the world. You partied like you were in your prime and at your best and the whole time you felt like such a fraud. So, the only natural thing to do was drink some more to dull the feeling.

Out of nowhere from across the club you saw him, and everything stopped. He was sitting with his shades on surrounded by Miles, Daniel, and Andrew. His head was turned to your direction, but you had no way of knowing if he saw you too. The lights in the club didn't afford you many details of him but you knew from experience he was dressed to the nines in some high-end designer’s runway look that he put a spin on to call his own. You didn't doubt he looked good.

 Your mind went back to all the times you'd spent together at fashion shows pointing out things you both liked then made a game of it to see who could gift the other first. You'd even spend hours at home trying on outfits just to show them off to each other and strip them right back off to worship each other’s bodies.

 A pang of pain struck your heart and you quickly looked away. Grabbing the bottle before you, you took it to the head. You were still too sober for this. Peeking back over you saw a pretty and thin mahogany-skinned woman slip onto his lap. She laced her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. Kill Bill alarms went off and you had to fight every urge to storm over there and mark your property. The longer she lingered in his lap the truth spoke. A putrid acrid taste washed over your tastebuds and though it was a taste you’d experienced so infrequently; you knew what it was. Jealousy.  

 You were under no illusions that he'd been pining for you or celibate since you'd ended things. Yeah, he was in the middle of the season, but he wasn't a monk. He liked sex and it was something he did well. Why wouldn't he partake now that he could with anyone he wanted. You regretted that you hadn’t found a stallion to make you forget him yet.

 "If it isn't Y/N in the flesh and in the club without her chaperone."

 You looked up to the body standing in the lights glare making it impossible to make out their face. Squinting, you angled your head and smiled when you recognized Ruben’s face. Scoffing, you leaned back and crossed your legs.

"Ha, if it isn't Ruben Loftus-Cheek without his harem."

 He scoffed and shook his head. "Still a cheeky one I see."

 "Aww love that ain't ever gonna change. Can you handle it now?"

 Ruben looked you over as if he were really contemplating it. A few months ago, fresh off your breakup with Lewis he was there, and you'd had a nice night of flirting and canoodling until his, according to her, girlfriend pulled up causing a scene.

 "How's the girlfriend?"

 Ruben sat beside you bouncing his large soccer star knee against your thigh. You were sure it a move purposely done.

 "I told you; she wasn’t my girlfriend then and she isn't now. We'd broken up weeks before."

 You nodded and drank from the bottle again.

 "I really wish men would double check their statuses before approaching other women."

 "No need to double check when the words were exchanged. No need to stay somewhere you're not happy. Right?"

 You studied him. Though you'd kept your breakup relatively low, it had broken news, so it wasn’t farfetched to believe Ruben knew you were single right now.

 "I suppose."

 "So I get this off my chest now, he was an absolute fool to let you go. I never would have."

 His brown eyes were hypnotizing, and he knew it.

 "You know what they say, one man's trash."

 Ruben took your hand and lowered his lips to your knuckles, "You'll be my treasure."

 Damn did he spit some sexy game. Biting your bottom lip, you said fuck it. You lifted the champagne bottle to Ruben's lips then poured some into his mouth. As he tipped his head back to swallow you took a glance across the way and sure enough Lewis was watching with his shades lowered. An evil smirk split your face and you made a vow he'd regret being so cold with you by the time the night was done.

 Bottle after bottle popped and hour after hour Ruben remained by your side chatting and flirting up a storm. You wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good having the attention of someone who showed they wanted you. The difference with Ruben and Lewis was that Lewis was mainly private and liked to stay away from public declarations and or outward expressions of emotion unless you were alone. You chalked it up to him being so reserved and deeply emotional underneath everything and never pushed for him to change. You loved him the way he was. Ruben showed off the object of his affection. His motto was I work hard so I can love just as hard. Whenever you were with him you had no doubt he was feeling you. It was addicting.

 In the middle of a sensual Latin dance, Ruben pulled your chin to him sealing your lips together. Your first reaction was to pull way because it felt so foreign to kiss anyone but Lewis, but you didn't. You allowed him to kiss you, teasing your lips with his and getting familiar with them. He pulled you closer, flush against his body and you felt every lean and powerful muscle that a premier player from an FC molded daily. A soft moan escaped you and Ruben responded by placing his hand at the small of your back. The kiss continued and before long you were lacing your fingers behind his neck. Every sensation was new, his lips, his taste, the way he held you against him and the feelings bubbling in your stomach. It felt different and entirely wrong.

 Before you made the move to pull away, you were being pulled away first.

 "Look at the time. Gotta go!”

 Amdala bit held firmly to your arm and continued pulling you away while Ruben pleaded with you to exchange numbers or continue the night together. Amdala was not hearing it though, she didn't stop or entertain his suggestions she gathered all your friends and made for the exit.

 "What the fuck, Y/N! So much for not being a sloppy drunk."

 You groaned.

 "Did you see Lewis?"

 "Yes, and he saw you and I'm sure several people saw you and him and that show."

 "He doesn't care. He didn't stop me."

 That realization said you were definitely done. When you got home you showered needing to wash away the remnants if the night. As you rinsed off your skin and applied your overnight hair mask your thoughts drifted to the many times Lewis had done this for you. He loved pampering you making you feel like relaxed. Perhaps it came from the years of him needing the same. He was a great provider. One day he may even make a good father.

 Without even realizing it your hand had dropped to your breast and you were now tweaking your nipples. Just like that the memory played of the last time he'd showered with you. It was a memory for the books, a shower that did not accomplish its goal. You both ended up as dirty at the end as you were in the beginning.

 Your hand swung out and smacked the wall as your fingers swirled around your aching bud. A shiver rushed through you, and it took great effort to pull yourself together. Groaning, you angrily grabbed your towel and wrapped your body. On your way out you grabbed the waiting bottle of rum on the sink counter. Once in your bedroom, you opted out of completing your nighttime routine. Instead, you sunk into the 5000 thread count blankets that decorated the ultra-luxurious bed you’d had custom made to your sleeping style and preference. Whenever you left for trips, you hated leaving it because it meant every night's sleep would be restless.

 You lodged yourself against the headboard, then brought the bottle to your lips once more.

 "Mmm."

 The silence in the house was deafening. Grabbing your phone, you went over to Twitter to snoop. After seeing a dark and blurry picture, that you knew was of yourself, sitting with Ruben having him whispering in your ear you followed a trail of other pieces of footage and tons of speculation.

 "Y/N seems to have moved past F1 and has her eyes on Premier League now. Is that a step up or backward?"

 "Bruh, if it ain't Lewis its backward. L for her."

 "Let’s talks about how Lewis could dare let her go. She's been showing out for the last few months and even I see what he’s missing. L for Lewis."

 "I saw him in a club a few weeks ago and he definitely doesn’t look like he is sleeping well or eating well. Regrets hit you hard."

 "They just needa get back together. Can you imagine the babies? 🥺"

 "He can do better. He's Sir Lewis Hamilton. She can go on."

 "Ruben Loftus-Cheek is a snaaaack. Bout time he was with a black woman. They cute together."

 "See---no way I’m gonna be with a man who has only ever dated white women. It means I’m an experiment and not a preference. Hard pass."

 "Ruben ain’t got shit on Lewis. She needa cut the playing and go on home to that man. Ain’t no substitute for number 1 which is number 44."

 You caught view of how many people retweeted and liked it and down the list you saw a familiar handle. Springing up, your eyes bugged.

 "@LewisHamilton"

 You quirked your brow then shook your head in disbelief. Scoffing, you went down the hole and found other shady tweets he’d liked or retweeted like he was some incognito user. This was definitely not in character.

 15 minutes later, you were done with the rum and done with inhibitions. You found your phone and without needing to look you dialed him. It rang once, that's it. Once.

 "Little bunny."

 Your belly flipped hearing his nickname for you. It always flipped, every single time.

 "Still remember that name?"

 "That name still has an effect?"

 Arrogant ass, you thought.

 "We both know it never affected me as much as you. We both know whenever it came out your mouth you were hard seconds later."

 "Oh is that what you’re doing tonight? Sitting in that big comfy bed that is an exact replica of mine...sorry ours, thinking about me hard?"

 "I think we both know who is thinking about who tonight sir likes a lot," you replied in reference to his liking spree. You knew he’d catch on.

 A soft chuckle was your answer.

 "Yeah I thought so. I know you think of me. You think of my skin just reminiscing about how silky it feels against yours, under your fingers, how good it always smells, coconut, rose, and brown sugar. My lips, you drive yourself crazy thinking about how sweet they are, better than any wine. How they always bring you to your knees with the slightest lick, bite, touch. Then there’s my eyes and how hypnotizing they always were to seduce you in just seconds. My hands and how magical they were. I know you want me, Lewis. I know it as certain as I know no one but me will ever do for you. I’ve—ruined—you."

 The alcohol in your system was churning and really pushing you tonight.

 "And what about you little bunny? Do you think of me?"

 You literally bite your tongue for a few seconds hoping to stop yourself from answering truthfully.

 "Come on little bunny, you can tell me."

 "i think about your mouth a lot. I think about how you could never get enough of my pussy. I think about how you feasted on me for hours and still couldn’t get enough. I think about your thick fingers, God you had magic fingers. I miss you eating my pussy as you fucked me with those fingers before you gave me that beautiful, beautiful dick. Fuck, when you got into dom mode...nothing could compare. Uuugh, this pussy misses you as much as that dick misses me."

 When you took a beat, you realized your fingers were fast at work on a mission to get you off. The stretch if silence allowed you to hear the squelching echo around you. You were so wet, and you didn’t care if he heard. You wanted him to. This was the game after all. Lewis released a shudder, and you knew just what he was doing. A devilish smirk stretched across your face.

 "You miss this cock down your throat?"

 Your smile widened, you had him and he knew it too.

 "You know I do. My favorite thing to do is choke on it. Nothing better than not being able to breathe cause my throat is full of you. I love when you fuck my throat ‘till I can’t speak the next day then do it again like it’s my only remedy. Mmmm."

 Your fingers swirled faster and faster. You were so close. Lewis groaned in your ear and the deep baritone took you to another level of ecstasy. It was almost like he was right behind you and your fingers were his.

 "Tell me you want me, king."

 Silence. It stretched for so long you didn’t think he'd answer. Then after a minute or so, his voice ran through you in a reply that had the effect of a cock thrusting into you.

 "I want you little bunny. I want you so fucking much it hurts."

 The tension in his voice was so clear, it made it so tight, as if he were clenching his jaw through the entire sentence.

 “Let me hear how much you want me little bunny.”

 You shuddered again and let his voice do everything it has always done—take you away. You let out a moan that stretched so long you could feel the oxygen depleting from your lungs. You didn’t feel like you needed it though, it felt like all your body needed was him. You took a loud gulp of air as a shiver ran down your spine and curled in your gut. It was the telltale sign you were tipping the edge.

 “You wish this pussy was in front of you right now, don’t you? Wish you could bury your face between my legs.”

 Lewis grunted again then cursed on the next breath. You dipped two of your fingers inside your heat and hissed out, half in elation and half frustration. You wanted them to be his fingers.

 “This pussy is as tight as ever.”

 “Fuck,” Lewis grumbled, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface.

 You couldn’t help bit giggle. The power you felt was intoxicating.

 “That tight pussy always fit you like a glove. God!”

 A whimper escaped you, then a mewl and when your fingers sped and dipped deeper than before his name slipped out.

 “Oh, little bunny, you will forever be the death of me.  Do you understand how weak you make me, how utterly—open you have me all the time?”

 “Prove it. Cum with me king. I’m so fucking close and I’m not waiting.”

 With every plunge of your fingers, you crept closer and closer to complete combustion. Your shared panting and moans of pleasure was all that was uttered between you, both only focused on release. You sensed it was a release that both of you desperately needed, a release you both yearned for and hadn’t found since your last night together before everything went to hell.

 “Y/N,” Lewis grunted at the same time you screeched his name both of you finally getting sucked into the forcefield of pleasure that had only one goal—to cripple both of you.

The wave your rode took complete control sending your body into convulsions and making it next to impossible to catch a full breath. The intensity of your orgasm made your toes curl, eyes roll back in your head and your fingers involuntarily throwing up gang signs. Ever so slowly your body returned to the plush blankets covering your bed. Your skin was sensitive as was every part of your body.

 You could feel all the alcohol you’d had creeping up on you. Your exhaustion was becoming too much to stave off. As your breathing settled and you snuggled into the mattress you finally felt complete calm, complete satiation. A soft sigh fell from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

 “I miss you Y/N, I miss you more than you know. So much I’m--incomplete.”

 His voice was so low compared to the pounding of your heart in your ears. It was so low, you almost missed it. Almost. Your eyes opened again, and you gazed into your ceiling. He sounded just as he’d admitted—open. He sounded completely unlike how he had three months ago. Your throat tightened with the knot of emotion you knew came before your tears and you clenched your jaw. No, you wouldn’t let him do this again. The hurt was too deep this time.

 “And yet, you chose to break my heart and let me go. Goodbye, Lewis. Thanks for the orgasm.”

 You ended the call and laid ever so still in the darkness of your room until your exhaustion won and took you to a place of dreams and fantasies. It was enough for tonight.

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“The early bird gets the worm”

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: An early morning at Cobham Training Centre takes an unexpected turn…

Warnings: SMUT (it’s not my fault this man is SO fine!)

This is kind of a sequel to “Baby steps”

gif credits to @moosiala

It’s been two months since you and Ruben took your relationship to the next level; two months have passed from that night at his house, the night where you finally confessed your feelings to each other, the night of your first date… the night where you two fell in bed together, well more like on the sofa. His sofa.

Two months later you still found yourself thinking about that night, and smiling like an idiot as you did so. You were missing Ruben like crazy, him being in Madrid for the Champions League game was making it impossible for you not to think about him, especially while you laid in your bed all alone; but at least you knew you were going to see him later in the morning, when the boys would be back in Cobham, and that was enough of an energy boost to get you out of bed.

You arrived at the training centre an hour earlier than usual; apart from those of the players, there were just a few cars in the parking lot but you didn’t mind, you were more than okay with it. You parked your car at your usual spot, and as soon as you got out of it you took your computer bag and your sports bag out of the trunk. You entered the building and left your computer in your office, locking the door before you made your way to the swimming pools.

You wouldn’t usually take up on the opportunity to take a swim at the training centre, seen as the boys would use the swimming pool for their recovery sessions during the day, and even when they weren’t using it you would always be too busy with work, so you never got the chance to take advantage of the privilege that you had as an employee.

But today there was clearly no sign of the boys, not yet at least, and your working schedule was not as busy as it would usually be, seen as you did the majority of your work the night before while you were at home watching the game on the tv.

You were quick in changing out of your Chelsea uniform and into your sporty black Nike bikini set, not wanting to waste any more time as you only had an hour or so before you would have to clock in; then you took your towel out of the bag and walked out of the changing rooms to the swimming pool. You didn’t know it was so peaceful this early in the morning, you would have been more than glad to come here to relax a bit before work otherwise.

A giggle escaped your lips as you slowly entered the water, ‘Of course it’s peaceful,’ you thought, ‘without those smartasses, every corner of the training centre is!’

You slowly started to move your limbs in the water, trying to get your body warm enough to endure the physical strain; but it wasn’t long before you started swimming fast, lap after lap. Freestyle was your to go stroke, it kept your muscles engaged and it freed your mind, easing the stress you had been feeling since last night’s defeat.

How am I supposed to face Ruben now?

I’m his girlfriend, what do girlfriends do in this case?

What if he’s in a bad mood and doesn’t want to see me?

As all these questions were crowding your thoughts, you swam faster and faster, until you felt like you were almost out of breath… but then, suddenly a body collided with water, and you halted your movements, raising your face above the water and coming up for air.

The face you saw emerging from the water made your heart flip, Ruben was back. He was back and he didn’t even give you the time to realize it before he crashed his lips on yours is a much needed kiss.

“I missed you so much.” he whispered against your lips, pecking them over and over as if he would never have enough.

“I missed you too,” you told him, out of breath by the physical exertion and the strength of his kiss, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon!” you smiled up at him as you wrapped your body around his.

“I might have told you a while lie,” he softly smiled, “I wanted to surprise you…”

“Well you surprised me indeed babe,” you said as you kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry for the game though.” you pouted, coming to the conclusion that those words were the only ones to say.

“Yeah me too,” he sighed, “but we weren’t at our best, that was to be expected…”

“There’s always the second leg…”

“But it’s gonna be a tough game.”

“Every game is tough for us at Chelsea,” you chuckled, “don’t you agree??”

“You’re right,” he smiled, “but tell me, what are you doing here? I had to run around like a mad man to find you. I never knew you enjoyed swimming?”

“Well that’s because I never had the time or the chance to take a swim before today,” you shrugged, “I came in early this morning so I could take the chance…you know, the early bird gets the worm.”

“Lucky me we were ‘early’ too, then…” he smirked as he pressed his body close to yours, “What time do you have to clock in?”

“In twenty minutes actually,” you whimpered as your back touched the cold pool wall, pushed by Ruben’s bigger frame “why are you asking?”

“Just curious…” he smirked once again, “You know, the boys are leaving to go home so nobody would interrupt us if we…”

“You just came back and you’re already asking for sex?!” you gasped.

“Hey I told you I missed you!”

“Yeah you only missed me for sex.” you pouted, making it look as if you were really disappointed with him.

“No,” he breathed as he stroked your cheek, “I missed all of you, I missed my goofy best friend first… but then I missed you for sex too yep.” he joked, earning a glare and a slap on his shoulder from you.

“Ouch!”

“You know what??” you said with resolution, “I didn’t miss you at all. I only missed your dick.”

“You did, hm?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pulling his face closer to yours, “you better make good use of these twenty minutes then.”

He didn’t say anything, he just trapped your lips in a bruising kiss while he touched all over your body: he exposed your breasts, freeing them from the confinement of your black bikini top and he latched his mouth on your soft skin, earning a soft whimper from you. As he did so, his hands went underwater to free himself from his shorts, before he moved your bikini bottom to the side as he entered you fully with one thrust.

“Hello there…” he smirked at you, as you leaned your forehead against his, “Missed me?”

“Fuck Rubes,” you sighed giggling, the coldness of the tiled wall long forgotten “I missed you.”

“So it’s not just my dick you’ve missed, is it?”

“You sure you want to hear the answer?” you said in a moan, as his hips pushed harder into you already, splashing some water out of the pool.

“I only want to hear the sounds you make while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear, “I need to hear how good I make you feel.”

“Fuck baby,” you breathed, feeling lightheaded both from the previous exertion and from your naughty rendezvous, “you feel so good, God I love you.”

“I love you too babygirl,” he smiled before he kissed you, “I love you too.”

“‘m so close Rubes, don’t stop…” you moaned, “Please…”

And he didn’t, he didn’t stop at all, if anything he started pushing his dick deeper and deeper into you, while he couldn’t keep his eyes off you: you were looking like a goddess, his own goddess.

“Don’t hold back baby,” he groaned, on the brink of his high just by watching you fall apart right in front of him, in his arms, “let go, cum for me…”

His words, his rough, deep voice, they created a perfect mix, a mix that caused your orgasm to crash on you like a tidal wave. Your body was left tingling from the pleasure, and you kissed your boyfriend’s full lips as you came down from your high.

“What about you?” you asked him, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“What about me?”

“You didn’t cum, mister…” you smirked, whimpering as he moved inside you.

“Not in the pool.” he shook his head.

“Then sit here…” you patted on the edge of the pool at your back, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“Promise?” he smirked as he sat where you told him to.

“Oh I do,” you mused as you swam between his thighs, with your eyes on his throbbing dick, “I promise.”

Ruben threw his head back when he felt your mouth take in his cock, a string of curses leaving his lips as he panted. Your lips sucked on him, while your hands stroked what didn’t fit your mouth.

“Such a perfect mouth you have baby, fuck!” he whined, looking at you as his hand caressed the back of your head in a gentle invitation to take more of him into your mouth; you complied, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave you, and when his cock hit the back of your throat he was a goner.

“Goog God, fuck baby I love you. Oh fuckk!” he moaned as you swallowed everything he gave you.

“Welcome back baby.” you looked up at him smirking, leaving an open mouthed kiss on his thigh.

“If this is my welcome back at work, I can’t wait to get you home.” he sighed, disappointed about the game but definitely happy to be back home.

[holymountdias]

The Deal

RLC x (fem)reader

Summary: Ruben gets turned on by you wearing glasses but you're too busy to have sex with him so he makes a deal with you

Word count: 4.7k

notes: fluff, smutt

You had promised yourself last semester that this wouldn’t happen again but here you were once again surrounded by another chaos full of books, papers and note stickers. The exam period was about to start and like every typical university student you always ended up doing everything at the last minute. Every time you would try to change this awful habit of yours you failed miserably, especially since you started dating your current boyfriend Ruben.

After meeting him at the club one night while partying with your friends, you two immediately hit it off as the chemistry between you two was too good to be ignored. The past five months were full of date nights, attending his matches and just having fun with each other. It felt like you were finally enjoying yourself after a long time of being stuck in a dark place within yourself and Ruben had helped a lot with that. But now the fun was over or at least for the next few weeks because you had to prepare for your exams.

You were currently laying on your bed wearing your pyjamas and glasses while anxiously going through your notes. You were so stressed out that you could feel your body heating up on its own; your short pyjama shorts and short tank top was still not helping much as you originaly thought. Maybe a cold shower would get rid of the tension and heat in your body but you didn’t want to risk waisting time or feeling too relaxed. The fatigue you were already feeling, would lead to you falling asleep and you knew it.

You snapped out of your studying when suddenly the doorbell rang, after you sighed one last time, you took your glasses off and went at the front door. Opening it, you came face to face with Ruben and immediately smiled at the sight of him, not expecting to see him today since you were both busy. Noticing that he was still in his gym clothes you assumed that he had gotten back from practice.

“Hey” you greeted him while opening the door wider for him to come inside. He smiled back at you, his picture perfect smile directed at you and then reached for you by wrapping his arms around your waist and then pecked your lips softly.

“Hello to you too gorgeous”, he grinned which made you scoff at him jokingly before pulling away to look at him.

“Yeah sure, gorgeous my ass.. I am a freaking mess because i have been studying the whole day”.

Your tiredness was evident in your voice and he could see the irritation going through your body at that moment as you brushed your fingers through your hair for what felt the millionth time that day.

“A hot mess, if you may ask me” he exclaimed back with a smirk on his face as he finally took in your appearance.

The clothes you were wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination as most of your skin was exposed. The neckline of your top reached just above your cleavage leaving your neck and shoulders in complete sight as one of its tiny straps fell down to your arm. The material of it seemed to be quite thin too, showing your perky breasts as your nipples were almost seen through it. Meanwhile your short shorts reached just below your arse and were hugging your sides perfectly, flattering your curves all together. Your slightly messy hair was that small detail that completed your cozy, yet extremely sexy, to his eyes, look.

Ruben almost drooled at your presence as his mind was getting filled in with lustful images of you beneath him crying out his name. Noticing your boyfriend’s darkening stare on you, you smiled proudly at yourself seeing the affect you had on him.

“Why thank you sir and i wish i could repay you for your kind words but i have a lot of studying to do” you replied playfully before turning around to head towards your room.

After a few seconds you swear you heard a groan behind you and immediately knew that your boyfriend most definitely ended up noticing how your asscheeks were visible under your shorts, making you smirk to yourself.

Laying back in your bed, you put your glasses back on your face and then proceeded to continue studying from where you left off. Not long after Ruben joined you in your room, only to find you burried in your books.

“I think you should take a break, you are obviously tired and you are just going to overwo-”

His words got cut off as you turned your face to look at him, his eyes focusing on the unfamiliar accessory on your face. If he was yearning for you before, it definitely got worse now but with the difference that he was now determined to break you. He had never seen you with glasses before and damn, if he knew how sexy you looked with them sooner, he would have bought a dozen of them for you to wear. Ruben was almost on his knees when the thought of you sucking him off while wearing those glasses clouded his mind.

fuck

“What were you saying?” your voice snapped him out of his daydream, confused by his sudden pause.

“You are taking a break” he said demandingly this time, which only made you furrow your brows, as his tone gave you no room to question him, but you decided to ignore it.

“Baby, i get that you want attention right now but i can’t and if i were to take a break with you here, you and I both, know very well how it's gonna end”, you then lowered your head back to your book so that you could seem as uninterested as possible.

“Besides i am way too caught up in this to even think about you fucking me” This was kinda risky of you to say as you were lying through your teeth and he knew it.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, sweetheart” his voice full of authority as a serious dark expression covered his face.

You loved this side of him, the one he used when he wanted to discipline you and put you in your place when you crossed the line or when he wanted to take full control of you. It wasn’t difficult for him to control your body any way he wanted since he was a lot stronger than you but your mouth was bigger, so you used that to your advantage every time you wanted to provoke him because you simply just loved being a brat.

You almost whimpered remembering the way he can so easily manhandle you in bed, his strong arms lifting you and using your body in any way he wanted while giving you both pain and pleasure. You could feel your pussy getting wet at the possibility of having him now.

Then you felt the bed dipping beside you as you felt Ruben sitting there. “Oh is it?” you challenged him with a teasing tone after you turned your whole body towards him to look at him better.

His eyes weren’t focused on your face anymore but down on your tits as they were pressed together and almost peeking above your top due to the position you were laying in. The corner of your mouth quirked up seeing his darkening gaze on your body once again.

Slowly you moved your hand to place it just below his chin in order to force him to look back at you. “My eyes are up here love”. His gaze shifted back to your face once hearing you and after mirroring the movement of your hand, he softly placed his thumb on your bottom lip as well.

“If u don’t want me to take you right here on your bed and fuck you until you are full of my cum, then i suggest you don’t ask me that, love”, his words caused your walls to clench around nothing, begging to be filled and used by him.

“Aww are my eyes too much for you Ruben?” your joking manner didn’t distract him in the slightest though, as he still hold his gaze on you.

“Your beautiful eyes when i see them glistering with the same desire as i feel for you right now. Your luscious lips that make me want to kiss you every time i see you but also make me think about how good they feel and make me cum when they are wrapped around my cock” his thumb then pressed down on your bottom lip making your lips part

“That smart tongue of yours, the way you use it to both provoke me and satisfy me the way i ask you to; and as if that wasn't enough, you have to wear those glasses too, that make you look like the sexiest student i have ever seen”

You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as you stared into his eyes. Your arousal increasing more and more with each word that left his mouth. You wanted to let yourself at his mercy but you needed to stand your ground since you didn't trust yourself enough to focus on your work later on; your boyfriend was too much of a distraction and you knew that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of each other. After getting a hold of yourself, you shrugged him off.

‘‘Your little glass kink is really cute babe but I really need to study". Just as you were about to turn your attention back to your notes, his voice interrupted you.

"How about we make a deal then?"

"What deal?"

Your face scrunched up in confusion and you wondered what could he possibly have in his mind now.

"You do your studying here on your bed while I have my way with you and if I end up making you cum, you will take a break, if i don't, i won't distract your little study session anymore and I will even help you out if you want..''

You smiled at the latter. Having your boyfriend be your little assistant and help you out with your work sounded incredibly sweet and helpful and even made your heart warm up thinking of that gesture. On the other hand, you couldn't deny that the first one was quite intriguing; especially considering how much turned on you already were and only by hearing his deep voice.

There was no doubt that this challenge would be incredibly difficult to pull off since Ruben was very skilled when it came to what made you a whimpering mess, begging for him to take you, but you also wanted to test yourself out and perhaps have the upper hand for once.

"It's a deal" your voice came out confident enough and without waiting for any reaction from him, you instantly got back to your previous position, laying on your stomach with your notes in front of you; your attention shifting to your notes. Your answer caught him a little bit off guard as he wasn't expecting you to agree so easily but without wanting to waste any more time he took his place right behind and on top of your legs so he could be as close to your bottom as possible and got to work.

At first you felt his hands caress your legs softly almost making you giggle at the tickling feeling it was giving but that stopped soon enough when his hands ended up on your ass. He started caressing both your ass cheeks and eventually tagged at the waistband of your shorts as he proceeded to take them off.

"Lift your hips up for me baby" he whispered to you, almost making you moan, your body already reacting to him. You complied quickly to his command though and then felt your shorts being pulled down your legs and then completely off.

"Fuck, such pretty ass you got prinsess" he groaned lightly and started massaging it, applying pressure to every part of it from the center to your side when he suddenly grabbed your ass roughly making you bite down on your lip. He let them go, making them bounce lightly and then gave a hard slap on your right cheek. You almost moaned at that and before you could take a breath to calm yourself down you felt his hand land hard on your left cheek.

You cursed in your mind while feeling the sting on your skin from how hard he spanked you and you knew without a doubt that a red mark was already left there.

He caressed your ass one more time and then slowly guided his hand down to the area where your body needed him the most. You could feel your pussy clenching, feeling his finger being dragged on your skin and finally reaching your bottom. A finger run down slowly on your clit and you could feel your wetness dripping from your cunt.

"What was that you had said about not wanting me to fuck you?" his voice held a smugness in his tone making you feel angry with yourself about how much affect he had on you.

“Fuck, I need to see this pussy” and then he bent your left leg to the side, leaving your sex completely exposed to him.

He started caressing your clit softly not really putting any pressure yet but the feeling was still enough to arouse you more. His hand was placed fully on top of your clit now softly rubbing your wetness all over the area and as if that wasn't enough he started giving little slaps on your pussy.

The movement made you wanna yell at him to fuck you already. The small touch that his hand left as he slapped your sex along with the feeling of air from his fast movements hitting you, had your walls clenching from how much he was teasing you. The toes of your feet started curling from all the sexual frustration.

Ok y/n just read your notes to distract yourself and you will be fine

The country distanced itself from the other countries and started to build its own way to socialism under a new strong political leadership.

Accordingly, the constitution was heavily amended to replace the emphasis on democratic centralism with-

A moan escaped you before you could finish the sentence in your head as Ruben's fingers had finally entered you. “Hmm such a tight little pussy for me and so wet” you heard his deep voice from behind making you clench around his fingers.

At first his fingers started moving inside you in a slow speed making you drop your head down on your book from the frustration. Ruben chuckled at your messy state.

“What is it princess, tell me what you want”. You refused to give in though and lifted your head back up to focus on your book once again. He then placed his hand on your left ass cheek and grabbed it while dragging it upwards, exposing more of the explicit view he had in front of him.

“Look at this beautiful pussy all dripping on my fingers”. The pace of his thrusts picked as you felt his fingers going deeper inside you and giving you so much pleasure.

Your hips moved a little as a response from the sudden euphoria. Pressing your lips together tightly and your eyes shutting close, wanting desperately to control yourself. Your body wasn't cooperating with what your mind wanted though as you lightly started pushing your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

Your boyfriend smirked at your movement and continued pushing his fingers into you but with much harsher force now making you moan from the ecstasy.

“Tell me what you want baby and I'm going to give it you.” Your hands fisted around the sheets of your bed from the pleasure and you placed your face layed to the side with your eyes still shut.

Your moans continued at the feeling of his big fingers moving in and out inside you; your mind now fully focused on only one thought; to cum.

Your eyes snapped open when Ruben spanked your ass.

“Look at me and tell me what you want.”

His dark expression on his face as his pupils flared showing his desire made you moan once again but you didn't hesitate this time, letting him know what you wanted.

“Good girl”

He smirked at you and the sound of your juices as his fingers were snapping hard into you was the only sound in your ears, making you an absolute moaning mess.

You could feel your body building up from the insane pleasure he was giving you and after moaning his name, you felt yourself cumming around his fingers. Your walls throbbing from the orgasm as you continued to move your hips, as your body was begging for more.

He removed his fingers from you and then spanked your ass once more with force. "Get down on your knees for me babygirl".

Without a second thought your body followed his command getting down on the floor to rest between his spread legs. Your hands rushed to grab the waistband of his trouser and with his help you pulled them down his legs.

His very evident erection was pocking through due to how turned on he was, making you draw your bottom lip between your teeth from the anticipation.

Deciding to tease him a little you traced your fingers along the tent on his boxers and started stroking him through his underwear. You glanced up to your boyfriend to find him already starring down on you and with a small nod of his head, he silently asked you to move forward. Your hand then slipped in his underwear, finally taking a hold of his hard dick and after giving it a stroke to feel him at first, you took him out.

The sexual desire between you two was insufferable and to the point when his cock was finally sprung free from the restraint of his underwear, you both whimpered feeling heavily aroused.

Ruben groaned deeply as he pushed his head back, yearning for your touch and mouth. He wanted to grab you from your hair and make you suck on his cock already but he decided to let you enjoy yourself for a minute before he took control again.

Your eyes never left his member; everytime feeling both excited and in disbelief of the size of it. Wrapping your hand around his tip, you started stroking him from the tip and down to the base a few times, leathering him with his licking pre-cum. Your hand paused at the tip again and this time you placed your thumb right on top of it and started rubbing him softly to tease him even more.

His mouth gaped at the feeling of his member through your tight throat and after holding in the position for a few seconds, he then removed his dick from your mouth making you start coughing from the feeling as tears started spilling down on your cheeks.

“Tease me more and I'm going to have you chocking on my dick until I have my cum running down your throat.”

Ruben having had enough of your little game, grabbed you roughly by your hair and turned your face upwards a little; the stinging pain on your head made you open your mouth in reaction and suddenly you felt his cock sliding inside your mouth and hitting the back of your throat fast.

The sudden move caught you off guard and you started gagging with tears welling up in your eyes while your hands shifted onto his knees to steady yourself.

You rubbed the back of your hand through your mouth to get rid of your licking saliva and after quickly getting yourself back together, you looked at him with an innocent expression.

“Damn do you know what your eyes do to me when you have these glasses on?”

You smiled mischievously at him once hearing his words and opened your mouth wide while sticking your tongue out for him.

He groaned at the sight of you and felt his cock twitch as the glasses were making you look so much sexier, giving you that innocent but brilliant sexy look. They were adding a new tone of submission on your face, which stimulated the idea of power he had over you.

He took a grip of his member and the started slapping it on your wet tongue; the arousing feeling of it's touch curving a smile onto you gaped mouth and started moving your ass and hips slowly as your cunt craved to be fucked by him already.

Shortly after you finally wrapped your lips around him, sucking on the tip for a few seconds until you lifted his cock up a little to lick the veiny underline of it, starting from the base and back to the tip. Later on you pushed him more into your mouth while your hands stroked him a little; with each stroke you bobbed your head further, taking in more of him, as your tongue playfully licked him.

Your mouth buzzed as you moaned around his cock both from the taste and the feeling of his hard member in your mouth and he moaned back in response.

“That's right baby, suck on my cock like the good girl you are.”

Sucking the air from your mouth, your cheeks squeezed around him for a few seconds and eventually took him completely out; as your saliva mixed with his precum drooled from you. Next you spit on his cock as both of your hands kept stroking him and covering his cock with your spit.

You opened your mouth once again and then put him back in your mouth but this time pushed him deeper reaching the back of your mouth. Ruben groaned from your sudden move and grabbed your hair and pushed your head further in as his cock explored your tight throat.

His fist tightened around your hair as the pleasure consumed him completely and he instantly started fucking your mouth making you gag with every thrust.

Tears started spilling down your cheeks from the burning feeling on your throat from his rapid movements while you tried to take deep breaths from your nose.

“Shit I'm going to cum” he hissed and soon enough, he stilled your head on his dick, his hand keeping you there with so much strength, and then you felt his twitching in the back when his warm cum started feeling in you throat.

He pulled away from your mouth as you finally got the chance to breath normally. You coughed a bit from the gagging but nevertheless were so much turned on by how he manhandled you. You scooped up with your finger some of your leaking saliva mixed with his precum and sucked on it while looking straight at his eyes.

He smirked at your gesture and with his thumb rubbed your bottom lip, pushing it a little bit into your mouth for you to suck.

"Fuck, get your sexy ass on the bed baby so that I can fuck you properly now"

Of course you didn't hesitate and immediately did as he asked you to, being desperate to have him inside you. Again placing yourself on your knees, your ass up high while your upper body was bent forward with your head layed on your bed and your hands together behind your back. Ruben looked at you with satisfaction and after taking off the rest of his clothes, he closed the distance between you, standing right behind your ass completely naked. You could feel his erection close to your pussy and whimpered, craving to give you more.

“Taught you so well” he whispered to you in a deep voice before he spanked your ass; your hips rolling back towards him yearning more of his touch.

“Please fuck me”

“Why?”

“Cause my hole needs to filled by your cock and I want you to cum in me Sir until it's dripping from my pussy”

Ruben moaned in reaction and without any further delay grasped your hands and slammed into you in once. You immediately gasped from the intense feeling of being stretched out as even after so many times you still weren't used to his size; every inch of your hole being completely full from his big cock.

He groaned from how your tight walls wrapped and clenched around him and started shoving his erected member in and out of you slowly, bracing the sensation of your silken pussy. His dick felt so thick inside you, giving you so much pleasure; feeling your juices dripping from you.

The room was filled with your heavy breathing and the sound of your wetness being pushed by his hard member making the scene so incredibly erotic. The ecstasy was too much for both of you since your bodies were eager to be pleasured and reach your climax already.

Your hands tightened around his hold when he picked up his pace, fucking you with so much force that he started repeatedly hitting your g spot. Loud moans kept escaping your mouth from the intense pleasure which only increased when he started spanking you once again.

He hissed from the ecstasy as he dived deeper inside of you, the speed of his thrusts making his balls slap against your dripping clit.

“Is this what you wanted baby? to wreck your hole completely with my cock”

“Yes yes Ruben, please don't stop”

He loved the desperation in your voice, enjoying how much control he had over you. His brutal thrusts didn't stop for minute as he could feel himself slowly reaching his climax.

“Then fucking cum for me”

Your body once again complied blindly to his command; your eyes rolling in the back and your walls clenching around as you finally felt your climax rushing through you, the pleasure making you scream his name in the meantime.

Ruben's expression hardened as he felt you reaching you creaming his cock with your walls wrapping around him so tightly that had him twitching. Tightening his hold on your hands and after two or three thrusts, he buried his cock deep inside you with force, finally filling you up with his cum.

He stilled his member inside you for a minute and then pulled out of you completely with a deep groan. Your body fell on the body completely from the exhaustion as your hole still pulsed from the pleasure.

He softly turned you on your back and bent down to give you a loving kiss as he brushed away your hair from your face. You smiled in the kiss and then you saw him getting up again to exit the room.

Soon after he came back with new boxers on, while holding a towel and a clean shirt of his that he had in his gym bag. After he cleaned you up, which made you hiss in the process from how sensitive your clit was, he helped you wear his shirt and then layed back on the bed while wrapping his arms around you.

You both sighed from the relaxing moment, which made him chuckle and then felt him leave a kiss on top of your head; your mouth curving into a smile from his sweet gesture.

“Fuck I needed that” you exclaimed suddenly and he laughed lightly in reaction

"See, I was right about you needing a break”

“Yes you were baby, thank you for taking care of me”

“Anytime beautiful but let's rest for now because later we've got to study”

your brows furrowed in confusion after he used plural, “What do you mean by we?”

“I mean that I'm going to help you study”

“But I lost the deal”

“Yes but you obviously need help and like we said I'm here to take care of you” then you felt him turning you to the side as he spooned you holding you tightly against his hard chest

“Now close your eyes because we have work to do later”

[judebellswife]

Could you please do RLC and famous reader surprising their fans with the announcement that they eloped

it’s kinda short so i add more like they secretly have kids, so i hope you like it 👀

WE ELOPED 🦭✌🏼 — Ruben Loftus-Cheek

summary: which y/n and ruben announced that they eloped and have baby in secret

warning: english is not my first language

_y/user.name ✓

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_y/user.name Look who I just met while we were on our vacation, Luca 👼🏽

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fashion225 I wanna be that baby

rlc ✓ Luca always be my favorite baby 👼🏽👼🏽

_y/user.name ✓ You always act like a real father when Luca or my niece, nephew are around, really giving me baby fever 🥺

rlc ✓ Oh am i? Then let’s try for a baby of our own 👀

dele ✓ Aren’t you guys are on your honeymoon?

_y/user.name ✓ Shut uppp @dele

dele ✓ Oh so y’all haven’t announced that you and him run away and get married and then comeback 😒

_y/user.name ✓ That’s not funny so stop joking around Dele

rlc_chelsea Is it true?????

y/n.ruben_rlc Did they really?! 🤩

rlc ✓

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rlc I finally found my wife 👅

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jesselingard ✓ Damnn @_y/user.name, so you and him are now husband and wife 👄

_y/user.name ✓ 🖕🏽

y/n_y/l/n__ She's so beautiful, if they really get married I just hope they’ll have an angel baby soon

namfon_edee NOOOO RUBEN IS MINEEE !!!

the.ballads @namfon_edee Too late sis, he’s not your anymore :))

dopqql_ My girl 👧🏼

_y/user.name ✓ Dear future HUSBAND, here’s a few things you’ll need to know if you wanna be my one and only 😏

rlc ✓ Oh oh i know the lyrics, take me on a date

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_y/user.name ✓ Dear family, friends and fans, is it true that we are eloped?? Yes, it’s true…

With happy hearts, we exchanged our vows at One and Only Palmilla. Although we decided to celebrate our love with an intimate and private ceremony. Please know that on this special day you were in our thoughts and hearts. We can’t wait to celebrate with you in the future 🤍

Ruben & Y/n

Los Cabos, Mexico

December 18, 20**

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sanchooo10 ✓ Y/n Congratz to you my bestie

dele ✓ Finally announce it 🎉

_y/user.name ✓ Because of that comment on rlc post, since then everyone kept slide into my dms asking about the marriage 👀

rlc ✓ My dm too 🖕🏽 @dele, we hate you

rlc ✓

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rlc According to my wife's recent personal account post, y/n. We are officially husband and wife, we also have a child together, the reason why we are eloped is because we want to keep our marriage in private. And we only inform to family and close friends a month after the marriage

We really appreciate the blessings from our family, friends and especially our fans 🙏🏻

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masonmount ✓ Congratulations 🎉

rlc ✓ Thanks mate

benchilwell ✓ So, are you going to hold a party to make up for us?

rlc ✓ I mean why not :)))

cmpulisic ✓ Congratz, what’s her name? She’s so adorable

rlc ✓ Her name is Heaven Loftus-Cheek 👼🏽

y/n.loftus_cheek Who chose this name for her? The name sounds like an angel from heaven

_y/user.name ✓ @y/n.loftus_cheek It’s was my nanna name so yea

skysports ✓

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skysports ✓ This is official, Ruben Loftus-Cheek and famous actress Y/f/n officially got married after 6 years of dating and 2 years of cohabitation, they got married on December 18. Accordingly, Ruben also posted a photo of their 2-year-old daughter on his personal account. Previously, the two were also caught by fans when Y/n left the maternity hospital with Ruben. The content of the article on y/n's personal IG account

“ Dear family, friends and fans, it’s official that we eloped…

With happy hearts, we exchanged our vows at One and Only Palmilla. Although we decided to celebrate our love with an intimate and private ceremony. Please know that on this special day you were in our thoughts and hearts. We can’t wait to celebrate with you in the future 🤍

Ruben & Y/n

Los Cabos, Mexico

December 18, 20** “

Congratulations to @rlc & @_y/user.name

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helenaw_ I can’t believe that they’re married and already have a 2 years old baby girl 😩😩 i’ve lost my slot to be Ruben wife

chelsea.fc So happy for them

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rlc Little rest after a long day with my Heaven 👼🏽

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Lisaleberey_ I found that everytime he post about his daughter, he always use the ‘👼🏽’ icon like she is a real angel 🥺

loftusruben.cheek I think his daughter is a daddygirl

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[toomuchchelsea]

Hi, loves :)

After a much-needed break over the past year due to school, covid, work, etc. I'M BACK!

It's been a hell of a year (for all of us) and I logged back into this account a few weeks ago when I wanted to read some imagines and get back into the Tumblr football community. I can't believe I missed it so much and I think I'm ready to make a slow comeback. I'll try to post on a regular basis (no promises b/c school is kicking my ass) but please send in all your football blurb/imagine requests!

I missed you all so much, thank you for all the wonderful messages you sent looking out for me and sending me all your love :) I can't wait to chat to you all again and get back to writing about the sport we all love.

All my love x

[penguintransporter]

Daisies (a short “anyone you want it to be” story) Part IV

part I | part II | part III | my masterlist

Hello my dear people of Tumblr and anyone who reads this story. And just heads up, there is one more chapter left, and I promise, it won’t end up like Winning The Game Called Love - which you can read here - and which started as a short story and ended up as being my longest project so far. Anyway, this is fourth part, make sure to read the previous three, and tell me what you think. Anon option exist and if you don’t want me to publish it, just make a note of it, and I won’t. Chapter is dedicated to @avenirdelight​ (I am working on that promise, just letting you know), and @footballerimaginess​ just because I feel like it (obviously, other tags will follow at the bottom, and if you want to be tagged, just let me know)

Love.

Unknown, incomprehensible, undefinable.

Many of us have tried, and many of us have failed to give a unique meaning to it, but no amount of vowels and consonants, no matter how tightly-tied together, cannot describe what is truly hiding behind something that is both pain and relief, suffering and pleasure; poison and remedy. Shy and eccentric, confusing and self-explanatory, love can be a complicated aria or a simple melody, all at once – embodied in four individual tones, intertwined together.

Love—four letters; a word.

He’s leaning against the small area of the wall between the doors and a teak shelf packed with random knick-knacks, plants and old-fashioned figurines – a vintage clock, hanging above his head ticking quietly. Familiar faces are surrounding him, their loud chatter filling the small, unfamiliar kitchen, but oddly enough, he feels like a surplus among them – almost as if he doesn’t belong there.

Just a trespasser with a strange feeling that he is not used to.

Small; insignificant.

Invisible. Locked inside his own tormented mind, guarded by his own thoughts.

He can feel his emotions are getting all over the place – stretching and pulling on his heart as if it was some kind of a rubber band containing his feelings, and not even hours later since they arrived at the place she called her home for the past few months, he doesn’t know what to do or what to say.

If he should say anything at all?

Are there words that would make a difference?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Foolishly, he had hoped that it would be easier – being in the same room with her again, hearing her voice and her laughter; watching her move gracefully around the room, but it is not. If anything, it is more difficult than he ever imagined; more everything.

And what pains him the most is that the whole ordeal feels strained – the way they interacted with one another since they stepped into the small, and oddly decorated house, the way she spoke to him, the way she moved around him – almost like a ghost; afraid to say too much, afraid to make a wrong step.

He looks at his knuckles – dry skin slightly chipped from the wind.

The ring on his index finger is staring back at him, feeling a bit too tight; a bit too heavy, so with a twist, he takes it off and stashes it in the pocket of his jeans before rubbing at the swollen skin that now throbs in pain.

Looking up, he glances back at her – eyes taking in all the tiniest details of her silhouette.

How was he able to miss it when he had it in front of his eyes all this time?

So close, yet so far away.

The look in her eyes is a surprised one as she turns around and gasps at whatever one of their friends had been telling her before she shakes her head in a childish manner. Finally, a simple laughter escapes her lips and she throws her head back in amusement, and he can see the happy tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. A sudden wave of sadness washes over him, and he can feel the knots in his stomach tangling and twisting.

Will he ever be able to hold her, to make her laugh; make her happy?

Will he ever be able to utter the words that float on the tip of his tongue – light as a feather and heavy as the stone at the same time?

I need you.

Suffocating.

With a heavy breath he pushes himself away from the wall and makes his way towards the patio doors that are ajar – small breeze taking the thin curtains out for a dance. No one in the small kitchen, not even her, flinches or says something when he walks out, all of them heavily invested in the conversations about this and that – filling up the blank pages of the colourful storybooks with memories and happenings.

Distant.

Pots and pans; pinch of this and pinch of that – the smell of food filling up the space.

A loud laughter, espresso machine noises; a sound of yet another wine bottle being open – the cork rolling underneath the dining table.

The intense smell of the rain is still in the air, and the breeze that hits his face is crisp and cold, miserable and melancholic at the same time. For a moment, he closes his eyes as he leans over, resting his elbows on top of the wooden railing before letting his mind wander – eyes focusing on a row of cypress trees swaying in the distance.

A passerby walking along the cobbled path – yellow raincoat standing out in a sea of green.

A dog on a leash.

Silence.

He wonders if there is a field of daisies nearby.

He shivers.

Upon arrival, as they stood outside the small airport – drizzle of rain brushing against their faces, she had hugged him; arms wrapping gently around him as if it was a scarf made out of the finest silk. He had missed her so much, that in that exact moment, nothing else mattered and all he could think about was the fact that she was there, in his arms, and for a second, it felt as if everything was okay; as if everything was like before.

As if he deserved her.

He never wanted to let go.

She didn’t flinch as he held her, and instead, she tightened her own hold around him, and let him take a deep inhale of her scent, filling every fibre in his body with it.

‘I am glad you’re here…’

‘I am glad you wanted me here...’

He hears the doors slide open, and without looking, he knows that it’s her because for some reason, he feels it, and when he glances over her shoulder, she’s standing behind him – dressed almost identically as when they first met.

“Rubbish weather, eh?” she jokes lightly as she looks up at the grey sky before stepping beside him. “I thought you might want this.”

He looks down at her dainty hand that hold the familiar dark blue flannel shirt.

The same shirt he borrowed her many, many months ago as they sat outside his house, chatting away their summer evening.

The same shirt she never bothered to return.

Not that he minded or wanted it back anyway.

“Thanks,” he musters up, clearing both his throat and his thoughts before taking the garment from her hands, but instead of putting it on, he looks at her for a short second, meeting her eye. 

She is looking at him – a timid smile on her lips, but he can only see the shadow of sadness glazing over her orbs and it makes his stomach twist in pain, so he turns away and leans against the fence.

She does the same while he nervously wrings the shirt in his hands as they both stare at the ground in front of them.

A watering can and some empty flowering pots scattered around the patio. A chair and a plaid blanket resting on top of it; pair of Birkenstock slippers in the corner.

He had imagined this moment way too many times – but now that they were finally alone, the script that he wrote carefully seemed to be lost, cut into bits; rearranged and scattered around his brain.

He cannot help but wonder why and when did it become so difficult to just be honest with himself; honest with her? 

When did it become so difficult to say what he wants?

“It used to be different, no?” she states, looking at her hands. “And it makes me wonder...Did I say something? Done something wrong? It’s really bothering me.”

His words although unspoken, have a sour taste in his mouth and he feels defeated. He doesn’t want her to think that it was her fault; that it was her who has to carry the cross of his behaviour.

She doesn’t deserve that burden.

“No, it’s just, I—,” he stops himself from speaking because he doesn’t know how to say it. “I know about…” he runs a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, “I know how you feel about me? Or at least, how you felt about me.”

His last words are barely above the whisper, but he knows that they were loud enough, and that she has heard them because she’s suddenly quiet; too quiet. 

And it feels like forever, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself, with his aching heart; with the realisation of what he just said.

“I was aiming high when it was quite obvious that I will fall flat on my face, no?”

“I am one to blame,” he manages to utter, but it’s not what he is supposed to say. It is not what he needs to say; what he desires. “and I want to say that I—“

No.

“No one is to blame,” she interrupts reassuringly, looking up at him with a sad smile. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up for not feeling the same for me.”

But I do.

__

Even more than you think.

🌼

Part V

tagging these lovely people: @rosie7703, @emwritesfootball, @alexajanecollins, @afootballimagines, @footballcloud , @englishfairylights @footballerimaginess , @footballxwrites, @just-imagines, @emwritesfootball, @macybeckham7, @hnrfc @nuestraluzdelaluna​

[lxndonorris]

one night stand - Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Y/N x Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Theme: Smut, Swearing, Explicit (you’ve been warned)

meeting Ruben at a club, not looking for anything serious. But you are intrigued by his charm and it gets touchy inside the restroom x

word count: 2080+

Dating and finding the perfect man to share the rest of your life with was never your favorite thing to do. Relationships tend to get complicated and most of them just end badly. So you made the decision to just focus on yourself, enjoying life, and taking everything easy.

Today, one of your good friends asked you to join him at a club but canceled your plans after you already arrived at the location. Disappointed and angry, you're sitting at the bar with a glass of champagne, drowning your feelings in alcohol. It was supposed to be a fun night out, clubbing through the city, but now, you feel like going home.

"Is this seat taken?" You hear someone say from behind you. Turning around you see a tall guy, smiling coyly and pointing at the very empty spot right next to you. "No, of course, it's free." You shrug and turn back to your champagne while you can see him sitting down in the corner of your eye. "A beer for me please." That guy says and takes his phone out, texting someone.

Your phone buzzes as well, but without looking at it, you throw it onto your purse, sighing deeply. "Tough day, huh?" He says, seemingly noticing your distress. "Don't get me started." You say quietly, forcing a weak smile. For a few seconds, you just look into each other's eyes before he shakes his head quickly. "Where are my manners. I'm Ruben." He says, grinning widely.

"Y/N." You say, nodding approvingly. Ruben smiles quickly and the bartender hands him his beer. Happily, he takes a deep sip of his drink, nearly emptying it at once before he puts the glass back down, sighing loudly. "Tough day, huh?" You say snarkily, making him choke on his beer. "Tell me about it." Ruben blushes slightly, running a hand through his scruffy beard.

"How about I tell you what's bugging me, and you do the same?" You ask him, raising an eyebrow, your eyes wandering all across his body. He tenses a bit, hesitating but then he agrees. "Ladies first," Ruben says, emptying his glass. Rolling your eyes, you turn towards him, your hand holding on to your champagne. "A friend asked me to be here, and canceled just five minutes ago."

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes stuck on yours. "That's rough." Your eyes open wide, you nod. "Now I'm going to get drunk and lose myself." You raise your glass and take another sip. "I'd drink to that, but mine's already empty." He says and orders another. Giggling, you start to wonder what is actually happening right here, but then you notice him looking at you closely. 

"What?" You say shyly, feeling the heat rise into your whole body. Ruben licks his lip and his eyes wander all around the club, looking for an explanation. "I just can't believe I'm talking to such a gorgeous girl right now." Now blushing heavily, the two of you giggle shyly. After a while, you remember your deal. "It's your turn. Why are you here?" Ruben nods approvingly as he gets another glass of beer.

"I had a bad day at training and just need to release some steam." He growls deeply before he turns back to you. "We're in the same boat." You nod and clink glasses with him. For a while, both of you chat about nothing in particular, spending time together till midnight. After a few more drinks, he turns to you, his face tensing at the sight of your eyes. "It’s nearly midnight, I bet you have someone waiting at home, don’t you?” 

He says, his voice rougher than before but you just shrug. “Nah, I’m not good at relationships. You say, tucking your hair behind your ear noticing him now thinking deeply. “I kinda doubt it, you’re nice charming and look so damn good. It should be easy for you to find someone.” He says, softly pulling at his sleeves. “Believe it or not, I’ll probably end up alone.” You giggle softly, thinking about your past disastrous dates.

Then, you turn back to him, raising an eyebrow. “How about yourself, you’re not single are you?” Now he chuckles, scratching his neck again. “I’m not looking for anything serious. It’s easier like this. No responsibilities.” He empties his beer quickly, and you can’t help yourself but look at his body again, biting your lips. “It’s s shame.” You say, shrugging again. Confused, he turns his face towards you, raising both of his eyebrows.

“What?” He blushes slightly, his whole body tensing. “Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re way too good looking to end up alone.” You giggle, putting one of your hands on his thighs, softly stroking him through his tight suit pants. His eyes follow your hand across his pants, slowly wandering back to your face. “Oh, I could say the same about you,” Ruben smirks, leaning in closer. “Maybe we can enjoy ourselves, together.” 

He whispers into your ear, his warm breath tickling on your skin. Carefully, you run a hand along his arm, feeling his muscles tense through his shirt, reacting immediately to your touch. “I thought you’d never ask.” You breathe down his neck, your hand now at his shoulders. Ruben slowly separates from you, a huge grin forming on his face. “You know I’m shy.” He smirks playfully, his hand now running along your leg to your waist.

“I doubt that.” You giggle, leaning in for a sweet and gentle kiss. His taste still lingering on your lips, you keep your face just inches away from his. “Fuck.” He mutters deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds, before the open wide, his beautiful dark eyes seemingly staring into your soul. “You want this?” You say, taking a deep breath, your gaze shifting between his eyes and his lips. “So much,” Ruben says softly before you take his hand and lead him away from the bar.

“Where are we going?” He chuckles, firmly following your lead through the crowded club. Quickly, you turn around, nearly falling into his arms but he catches you easily. “Wow, easy.” He smirks but you are overwhelmed by the feeling of his chest against yours and his hands gently on your waist. “I can’t wait any longer.” You say quietly, making him raise an eyebrow curiously. “Naughty girl, Y/N.” He whispers, but then takes the lead towards the restrooms. 

“Who’s the naughty one now.” You hiss, while he makes sure no one is inside the room before quickly rushing inside. Together you enter a stall and close the door behind you. You Don’t have any time to react as he presses his well-formed body against yours, his lips barely brushing against your neck. “Let’s agree that we’re both naughty,” Ruben smirks, slowly turning his face to you. “I can live with that.” You shrug, your hands softly stroking his chest, down to his waist, finding their way between his legs, feeling the huge bulge already formed inside his pants.

“Ruben, you’re so excited.” He licks his lips and tenderly bends his hips into your touch. “This is your doing. Just yours.” Kissing his cheek, his neck, you feel his scruffy beard tickling on your skin. He growls deeply, his hands encompassing every part of your body until you can feel them sliding between your legs, under your skirt, brushing over your underwear. While his fingers work on your panties you lean your head back against the door.

“I didn’t imagine this day to end like this.” You giggle nervously before he lets your underwear down to your knees. “Me neither.” He smirks, deeply looking into your eyes. “Life is full of surprises.” You whisper, his fingers now gently stroking your clit. “Just like you.” Ruben kisses you once, twice as you feel his taste slowly intoxicating your mind. 

While he kisses you softly, you keep on stroking his bulging dick through his pants, stronger and rougher the more his fingers touch you. “Fuck.” He breathes into your mouth, closing his eyes again. Just then, you can hear the restroom door open as somebody walks inside. Teasingly, you grab Ruben’s crotch firmly, making him wince quickly. “Seriously?” He growls quietly, his fingers now stroking you harder before getting inside you.

You moan once, your head hitting the door making a loud noise. “Hello?” The guy says surprised, while you can hear him pacing through the room. Swiftly, you open Ruben’s pants and watch them slide down his thighs. He tilts his head slightly, gnashing his teeth, his fingers now gently stroking you. Gasping at the dent in his boxers, you lick your lips again, tracing the outlines of his swelling with a finger teasingly.

Ruben softly shakes his head, but you cannot resist the urge to touch him. While you start stroking him firmly, he tries his best to not make any sound, but you can see the pain in his eyes. Again, you can feel his fingers move inside you until you let out a loud groan. “What are you doing in there?” That guy says, now knocking at the door. “Just fuck off.” Ruben grunts, pressing you even harder against the door. 

“Dude, what the fuck.” Before Ruben can say anything, you roll your eyes. “You can join in and come inside or fuck off, douche.” You hiss angrily, slamming your hand against the door. “I’m sorry, uh, I’ll leave now.” He says quietly and you can hear the door close again. “That was hot,” Ruben smirks, his hands gently stroking just the right spot for you to moan deeply again. “Fuck me now.” You put your hands around his neck, pulling him into you for a passionate kiss.

With a little help from you, he gets rid of his boxers, exposing the full length of his dick. Breathing deeply, you look at his cock, your eyes stuck at him for a few seconds. Ruben gently lifts your chin to look into your eyes, smirking deeply. “Ready?” He says softly, his hands sliding out of you, making room for something else. Nodding quickly, you moan weakly once he slides inside you, filling you up completely.

“You feel so tight.” He groans loudly, kissing you once more. “This is insane.” You giggle, flinching quickly as he starts thrusting into you, slowly, steadily, just enough to get you closer to the edge. With every single move, you feel him getting stronger, making it even harder for you to not scream out. “This is good.” Ruben breathes into you again, now placing kisses all over your neck while he keeps thrusting into you.

With your arms around his neck, gently stroking his back, you try to steady yourself as his moves get even stronger.  “I’m nearly there.” You grunt, leaning into him, the scent of his cologne now clouding your mind even more. Giving in to him completely, you softly kiss his neck. “Nearly isn’t enough.” He growls and with another strong thrust, he moans, leaning his head back. 

After a few more strong moves, the two of you come together, screaming out in ecstasy. For a while, you rest inside his arms, Ruben holding you close to his chest before pulling his cock out of you. He kisses you again, softly, leaving a lingering desire wherever his lips touch your skin. “This was so good.” You whisper, rubbing your cheek against his, his beard still scratchy and scruffy.

Together, you help each other getting dressed again and leave the restroom, hand in hand. A few people look at you suspiciously, but you don’t mind it at all. “This was something.” You giggle, playing with your hair while he leads you to the wardrobe. “I know right.” He turns his face to you, smiling widely. Just then, you tug at his arm, trying to turn him around. Before he can protest, you wrap him in a warm hug. “Thank you again, for this night.” You mutter into his shoulder as he embraces your touch.

“I have to thank you,” Ruben whisper into your ear, gently stroking your back. “I can still feel you.” He giggles quietly and you nudge him playfully. “Asshole.” You smirk, separating from him slowly “Can I see you again?” Stroking his chest firmly, you avoid his eyes for a few seconds until his gaze finally meets yours. “It would be my pleasure.” He kisses you once more and you exchange phone numbers, for future nights to come.

[jadonsanchoo]

🥂 masterlist

( fan-fics! )

JESSE LINGARD

1. him 2. her 3. n/a

( imagines! )

JADON SANCHO

boyfriend (smut)

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ

coach’s daughter

coach’s daughter ii (smut)

l’anniversaire

LUCA ZIDANE

the crush

REISS NELSON

‘no effort’

( blurbs! )

BEN CHILWELL

visiting him at training

teased by his teammates

DELE

your son’s visit during training

FRENKIE DE JONG

you get jealous

HARRY WINKS

the cl final

consoling him

JADON SANCHO

tattoo kit

his friends check you out

possessive

competition

jealousy

date nights

meeting his family

turn-ons

making out with jadon

sweetest boyfriend 

JESSE LINGARD

making out with jesse

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ

a chill day

a chill day as a family

pregnancy

the break up

LUCA ZIDANE

meeting him for the first time

MARCUS RASHFORD

jealous marcus

meeting his family

REISS NELSON

meeting jadon

handsy

jealousy

making out with reiss

RUBEN LOFTUS-CHEEK

jealousy

you get injured

THILO KEHRER

midnight coffee

his girl

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD

fall out

frustrations

“tent alexadr arnol”

insecurities

tennis

vacation

press conference interruptions

neck and shoulder kisses

klopp’s daughter

mornings with trent

playing chess with him

the fifth anniversary

trent as a father

relationship advice

meeting his family

his special someone

being close with marcel

being on your period

getting along with ty’s girlfriend

different than other wags

cheater

his little sister

better than expected

the first date

little sister part two

turn-ons

little mix tickets

[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Sleigh Rides.

player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek (see below) words: 915 request: Ruben -  No pref   -   500 – 900 - You and Ruben have a child who is like toddler age and you surprise them with a sleigh ride with Santa and his reindeer, thank you ☺️ A/N: the "Ruben" in question wasn't specified, so it's open to whichever Ruben you wish it to be.

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His tiny mitted hand is covered by Ruben’s as the two of them make their way ahead of you. Powdery snow crunches wonderfully satisfying with every step made and fresh snow falls faster than the previous can land and settle.

Your son takes double, almost triple, the amount of steps when his daddy takes only one but Ruben doesn’t seem to mind. Your little ones’ speech is a mixture of short words and babbling all strung together. The words that the little one knows may not necessarily fit together in the sentence, but he feels that he’s telling an amazing story and Ruben is all too happy to reply back, giving the little boy confidence to continue to speak.

Ruben knows that you have something planned, but not yet as to what; though you do have a sneaking suspicion he may have googled the location when your back was turned as he didn’t look overly surprised. The little one on the other hand has no idea what awaits him. It never made sense for you to take him to the shopping centre and sit upon Santa’s lap right there and then. Especially not when you’ve spent as long as the two of you have telling him that unless he was asleep, Santa wouldn’t come to visit. So it hardly made sense that you couldn’t be awake on Christmas Eve to see him but you had the option to meet him while picking out your daily essentials.

Your little one has been excited enough already thanks to the heavy snowfall the last few days to create a pristine blanket over the old slush and well trodden paths. He’d “helped” to decorate the main tree while Ruben had watched you stand painfully still, rooted to the spot with P.O.P.D  - perfect ornament placement disorder - taking over and rendering you somewhat useless. Ruben, not wanting to dampen his son’s spirits, had returned home before the little one was back from nursery with his very own small Christmas tree to decorate.

The morning was spent baking cookies and gingerbread while Christmas playlists rang out through the house. Ruben hadn’t been lucky enough so far to be home when it had snowed and so this morning, he seized the opportunity to make the most of it and the little one was more than happy to spend it with his daddy. But with the morning spent snuggled up inside where it was nice and warm, the evening has been spent very differently.

Snowballs had flown through the air, with both yours and Ruben’s purposely failing short of their target while your son’s “suspiciously” would always land perfectly or as close to either of you as possible.

You’re about to ask him what he thinks the three of you will be doing this evening when his squeal reaches your ears before you can ask. Both him and Ruben are a little ahead of you but it doesn’t stop him trying to run as fast as he can with Ruben barely breaking into a power walk and without even so much as a backwards glance to you as he goes.

A pen is carefully set up, holding no more than 5 real life reindeer that step towards the fencing hoping to be fed by the new visitors. A large red and gold sleigh twinkles welcomingly and at the back is the largest burlap sack you’ve ever seen with appropriate bulging to signify gifts in all sizes and shapes are packed within. “Santa” himself is pretending to give the sleigh a final buff or two to make the sides gleam and it’s as he finishes up that he pretends to have only just noticed your son and his daddy approaching.

Several horses which tower over Ruben stand proudly before the sleigh, waiting patiently to begin their journey. Their breath, much like the reindeers, comes out in long streams as they exhale and bounce their head as they get used to the reins.

“Well! Who do we have here then?” Santa asks, his face lighting up as you finally join the other two. Your little boy stands in awe, unable to believe what he’s viewing with his own eyes. Santa looks convincing. The man has grown his beard out and whether or not it’s dyed is to be determined. There’s no false beard and wig here and you suspect that the blush on his cheeks isn’t make up either, most likely from being out here in the cold. Ruben picks up the little one and introduces him to Santa, realising that he’s still too stunned to speak.

“Ah yes, I think I have your Christmas list here somewhere.”  Santa begins to pat at his chest, down his body and finally, they come to rest at his pockets. “You did send me a letter, didn’t you?” He double checks, knowing full well that he does in fact have a letter that you had sent to the “North Pole” after you’d booked this. But still, he looks fit to burst from excitement as Santa pulls out the very same letter on the very same paper that you know to have your handwriting and your son’s name on. “Now, I think it would be a good idea to take a ride on my sleigh and have a little chat about your present list. What do you think?”

And, like before, with no words or sounds to sound, a nod of his head is enough for Santa.

[worldlywriting12]

A Third Try: Chapter 1

Again. You had managed to find yourself making the same routine of knocking an already full and definitely started seminar. The knock didn’t last long as Eddie, the ginger haired boy closest to the door flung it wide open for you to make your famed entrance. Everyone’s eyes hawking your way as if you just declared that you’re naked.

‘’As I was saying, your 3rd year placement is very important in order to finally cement the direction you would like to take your career. Throughout this course, you know you have to take part in three different placements: hospital physio, a stint in occupational health and sport physio.’’ you slowly sit down next to Eddie as professor Edward continues with the presentation.

‘’Has he given a list of placements yet?’’, you whisper to Eddie.

‘’No, not yet’’ Eddie began.

‘‘Apparently, there’s an England post this year’’. His face changed to excitement, hinting that he might be hoping to be placed there.

He turned around facing you this time, with a slight confusion displayed.

‘’Hey, what happened last night?’’, He questioned.

‘’Right, last night’’, You begin, giving the illusion you were going to talk about something you definitely did not want to talk about. You begin to look towards professor Edward who started to hand out sheets in which you knew would contain the placements for the academic year.

‘’I think he’s giving it out now’’, You confirm with Eddie as a distraction from the question he eagerly wanted answered.

Professor Edward made his way to your row and gave you a bunch of papers to pass around to the students closest to you. After giving it out, you finally give one to Eddie before you begin to look for your name on your own sheet.

‘’’Assistant Physiotherapist to England Men’s Football.’’ You say to yourself, as if you have to reassure yourself that he’ll probably not even remember who you are. You sigh, knowing that you would have to do sports physio, your least favourite in your course.

You look at a really smiley Eddie. ‘’Looks like we’ll be working together this year’’he says with a wink. The wink does something to your stomach, painfully addictive as he looks at you with his undivided attention. The room suddenly becoming smaller than you last remember and your body failing to do what it does best; look uninterested.

You start to pack away to distract yourself from the intensity. Your laptop being the last thing you pack before you head out of the door, knowing your attitude of not needing anyone, spiralled into you never needing to wait for friends after lectures and seminars. You quickly ran to the nearly closing lifts and it was only after you entered that you heard Eddie by your side again. This time with his friends.

This boy is not going to let me live in peace is he? You thought to yourself.

The lift came to an end, exposing you to the front door of the building with what looked liked a monsoon of a weather ready to greet you.

You begin to walk out and start to look for an umbrella in your bag.

‘‘Well, looks horrible’’, Eddie begins to say, putting his hands in his front jeans. ‘’You can hang out with us until it calms down if you’d like?’’, he offers pointing to the rest of his mates.

You smile back at him,

‘‘I don’t know’’, you hesitate to answer

“Come on, I don’t bite and plus, I’m driving to check the route to the training centre for tomorrow”, he states, holding the car keys as a peace offering.

“Okay”, you say, “but can we go now? I’ve got work later”.

He smiles at you and looks back at his mates.

“That would mean I’m ditching my friends, I’d promised we’d go for a few”, he begins

“Well not me”, he says holding the keys up again

You give him puppy eyes,biting your tongue in anticipation.

“Well, have fun with your friends”, you say with a fake disappointment.

You begin to get your umbrella out and start making your way into the rain.

You begin taking a right turn from the uni building when you hear a shout from the other side.

“This way”, he gestures to the right, grinning like he had just won the lottery.

You turn and catch up with him. Eddie puts his hand to his heart and pretends to fake fall “you’ll be the end of me”, he declares. “You could tell me to jump off a cliff and I’d probably do that”, he jokes.

You laugh at that statement, waiting for him to open the car doors.

It’s only when he begins to drive that he turns to you and asks you that ignored question from earlier.

“Okay, now that I’ve got you in a place you can’t escape from, what happened last night?”, He questions, not really sure that he wants to hear an answer.

“You know I was waiting for you until God knows what time”, he continues, trying to fill the emptiness you have created by not answering. “You could’ve at least given me a heads up if you went to go fuck some other guy”. The bitterness of the words makes you flinch.

“That’s not what happened”, you quickly interrupt. Knowing fully well that’s exactly what happened.

“Please”, he smirks

“no need to spare my feelings, you were literally all over him”, he smiles, feeling proud at finally catching you up on your lies.

You sign, resting your head on the seat, eyes closed.

“He was just there Ed, just doing all the right things, and I don’t know...I just lost all control”, you say facing the window, so low it’s a surprise he heard you.

He breaths in, surprised at the abruptness of your words. “Right”, he begins with a sure smile, “and it definitely wasn’t because he is a loaded footballer”, he finishes. You look confused, facing him this time.

“No it wasn’t, I felt alone and he was there. Just saying all the right things. Things I needed to hear”. You say, nearly tearing at the accusation of sleeping with him because he was a footballer.

He begins to stop the engine as you got to your destination. He turned, full attention on you. “were those words I’ve told you before Claire?”, He questioned “how beautiful you are, how my heart was stolen from the moment you walked into the room the very first day of uni?”, he finished, his green eyes piercing your soul.

“I don’t deserve you Ed, you need a good girl”, you say as if you’re reading a script you have rehearsed for the last three years. “And I’m just not her”.

You begin to take your coat and exit the car to inspect your new work place. The building was huge, newly designed with a huge pitch attached to it. The entrance to it having a huge ‘welcome’ sign, which you assumed was in preparation for tomorrow.

You turn to look at Eddie again.

“Listen”, you begin, clutching your coat closer to yourself. “I’m desperate for a cup of coffee, let’s go and look for one and pretend this never happened. I just really need a friend right now”, you admit, feeling exposed at expressing your vulnerability.

“I can be that for you”, he admits, nudging your shoulder as he began to walk by your side.

It didn’t take you two long to find a starbucks, down the street of your new workplace. You practically jumped at the sight “yes!”, You screeched, exposing your dimpled face.

You started warming your hands as you entered, not realising how cold it’d been outside.

“Get us a seat and I’ll get us the drinks. Flat white?”, You questioned, feeling proud of yourself for remembering.

“Nice one”, he smiled moving away to find a seat, letting you know your were correct.

You began to order when a figure stood next to felt dangerously close. “Whatever she’s getting is on me”, the figure said, talking directly across to the barista. You turned around to see who it was. You eyes diluting twice it’s size when you realised who it was.

You shook your head, “thank you, but that’s really not necessary’”, you said, turning to the barista.

“How can I let a pretty girl like you ever pay for something when I’m in the room?”, he questioned, with a smirk.

“Because that said girl has money of her own which she would like to use to pay for her coffee”, you shoot back, not really knowing why you got so defensive.

He breaths heavily, turning you towards him again.

“Look I’m sorry, he begins, let me start again”, he begins

“I’m Marcus, I think you’re really hot and I would like get to know you”, he finishes, eyes dangerously low but hands out for you to shake.

You meet him half way, “hi marcus, I’m sorry I’m not interested but thanks for the coffee”, you say as you grab both of the coffee mugs, ready to make way to your seat.

“Oh I get it”he says with a smirk, making eye contact with the guy you’re walking towards. He hands a piece of note to you.

“You’ve a boyfriend, no worries. Just call me when your done with your plaything and you need a man”.

And with that he grabs his coffee and heads out of the shop with a glance back.

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That Important Call..

credit to @azpiiicueta for the gif! 

Sacred Prompts - from this prompt list Ruben Loftus Cheek I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important Word Count:  “Ruben please can you come over?” you asked him, feeling somewhat frantic down the phone, with the panic appearing in your voice.  “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Just listen to me and please come over” you asked Ruben. “Chill, I will be there in about 20 minutes” Ruben ended on the call as he made his way over to your apartment. 

He buzzed himself in and came up in the lift. “Hey” Ruben shouted as you jumped up as he walked through to the living room.  “Why did you call me? has something happened?” Ruben asked. “I need to tell you something” you mumbled. “Oh right, no offence. But it kind of better be a big thing” you glared.  “I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important” you glared.  “Okay well, get the fuck on with it” your brother rolled his eyes. “Oh alright, Rube. Sorry for interrupting your personal time. While I am having a crisis here” you felt his hand grab onto your hand.  “Sorry y/n. I am being an idiot” you nodded as he held your hands. “Yes you are being an idiot” you laughed as at least he agreed with you.  “Okay so if I tell you something, please don’t be angry or shout” you told him as you sat on the sofa. “Oh- this doesn’t sound great does it” he let out a little nervous laugh.  “So I erm, well I am just going to say it. But I am pregnant” you whispered. “You’re what? pregn-nant. No babe” Ruben stood up. “You are joking aren’t you?” he raised his voice slightly.  “I wouldn’t lie, I took a test. You know I haven’t been feeling too good the last few days and well. yeah surprise” you tried to laugh. “Oh y/n, I didn’t know you were seeing anyone” Ruben looked at you confused by the situation you had gotten yourself into.  “I well, let’s not go into details Ruben. This is embarrassing enough, let alone talking about my sex life with my brother” you hid your face as he sat down beside you and rubbed your back gently.  “I am sorry sweetie, I am being a dick aren’t I. Right do you need to tell the father?” you shook your head. “Not right now, I need to come to terms with it” you smiled.  “Oh okay, I am here for you the whole way” you smiled as he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you” you smiled as you held tightly onto him.  Little did Ruben know, he did indeed know who the father of your baby was. But how could you tell him, that you were dating one of his team mates?  Do we want a part two? Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @sanchoxdrea @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @odegaardsblues @chasingnatasha​ let me know who wants to be tagged in imagines please x 

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So I just recently discovered Ruben (shoutout to tumblr for making me catch feelings for yet another unattainable man🙃) and now I’m hooked lol. This is a quick idea I had and hope you guys like it! I also hope y’all don’t mind me adding another face to the list of people I write for 😂

Pairing: Ruben Loftus-CheekxBlack Reader

⚠️: None💕!

You knew this was a bad idea.

The moment the suggestion came out of his mouth, you were already picturing everything that could, and would probably, go wrong. But with both of you being bored and itching for some sort of new entertainment, here you sat really regretting your most recent life choice.

“Babe calm down, I promise to be careful,” Ruben smiles kissing your cheek.

“I know you will, but please please PLEASE do not dig into the eyeshadows and make them break, that’s all I’m asking. Oh, and that you don’t blind me.”

“Again I promise and if I mess anything up, I’ll replace it,” he laughs.

Looking at all your supplies lying on the table, he rubs his hands together trying to figure out where to begin.

“Need some help?,” you ask with a soft laugh watching him pick up everything and read the labels.

“I got this ok? I’ve seen you do your makeup and watched enough tutorials with you to know what to do. I’m just looking to see what looks familiar.”

“You’ve watched me once and saw like three videos. Now you’re a makeup artist?”

“...I’m a fast learner,” he chuckles slightly angling your face so he can see better. “Ok so first we start with this spray.”

“Mhmm, right.”

“And it says don’t spray it directly so let me just..,” he reads before extending his arm outward to mist your face. “Ok does your face feel wet? It looks wet to me.”

“Yes,” you giggle with one eye open.

“Next is um...foundation?”

“I thought you were the professional?,” you smirk fanning your face to make your primer dry quicker.

“I am, I uh just wanted to see if you were paying attention,” he winks making you roll your eyes.

Looking back and forth between the brushes and sponges, you already know what he’s about to ask. “With that foundation, I use a brush and when you get to concealer that’s when I use the sponge.”

“Right, I was about to go for the brushes.”

“Yea sure you were.”

“I feel like you have no faith in me,” he smirks, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“No, I have faith in you.”

“Then let your man work his magic yeah?,” he smiles leaning in to kiss your lips.

Gently applying your foundation, he takes his time making sure to get all the areas of your face. Lips slightly pursed in concentration like a painter making sure to carefully paint the correct spots of his work. Watching him try to be perfect made you giggle as you mentally awed at how adorable he was.

“What?,” he asks, placing the brush down before looking over your face to make sure he was truly done.

“Nothing, you’re just so cute.”

“I mean, I try,” he responds brushing off his shoulder instantly making you wish you never said anything.

“Aye, watch out for that big head,” you laugh lightly poking his temple and making him chuckle.

After a while longer of Ruben filtering through your various products, he places your lip gloss down and backs away as he gives you a once over. Smiling, he shimmies his shoulders letting out his signature “yeesh!” as he pulls his phone out.

“Babes I did really good! You’re gonna be proud.”

��Ok on a level one to ten, how good?”

“I’d say a 7. I’m telling you, you’ll be impressed!”

Walking to the mirror across the room, Ruben follows close behind holding up his phone to catch your reaction.

“So what do you think? Did your man come through?!”

“Woww you did good babe! I’m proud of you!”

Although it wasn’t perfect and needed some work with the blending and your lashes not being fully secured, he did better than you expected!

“Ok I see you professional makeup artist!,” you smile, pretending to clap your hands giving him his props. “Alright you know what this means right?”

“Umm you want me to do your makeup now..?”

“No, now I get to put makeup on you!”

“Yeahh nah I’m good,” he laughs, moving to end the video, but not without you first grabbing it out of his hand and facing it towards you,

“Hey guys if you think it’s Ruben’s turn to get his makeup done comment on this video saying that.”

“Nope not gonna happen, don’t comment!,” he laughs moving so his phone stays out of reach from your grasping hands.

“Ok then I either do your makeup or cut your hair. Which one?,” you smirk, hands on your hips as he stops as if thinking about which he’d rather do.

“Fine you can do my face, but you gotta catch me!”

Doing his best maniacal laugh, he runs out of the room and following the sound of his bounding footsteps, down the stairs.

“Hey no fair you know I can’t run that fast!,” you call after him, trying your best to catch up to the footballer.

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Baby steps.

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: You and Ruben have been friend from quite a long time, what if some feelings change betweenthe two of you?

Warnings: SMUT. (Oh and it’s awfully long, I’m sorry! Blame it on John Legend’s song!)

gif credits to @mercedesjpg

“Hey, wait for me!” you heard Ruben shout, as he jogged towards you in the parking lot.

“Jeez Rubes!” you jumped out of your skin, immediately turning to face him, “I swear you’re gonna give me a heart attack sooner or later!”

“My bad, it wasn’t intentional…” he sheepishly said as he came to a halt, standing in front of you, or better towering over you, “It’s just, I haven’t seen you all day and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” he admitted, as he looked strangely nervous while he adjusted his sports bag on his shoulder.

His words made your heart flip, but you quickly tried to dismiss the feeling. It wasn’t unusual for Ruben to show how much he cared for you, as a friend of course, so why were you reacting like this now?

Surely, you two grew pretty close right from your very first day here at Cobham. That was almost two years ago, and you could easily say that he was the closest friend you had in your workplace ever since, meaning that during all this time he saw you at your highest, and even at your lowest. But that was it, you were friends and nothing more.

Yet, something changed in the way you looked at him and it’s been like this for a while.

“I am,” you told him, sighing, “it’s been a long day… nothing a couple glasses of wine can’t fix though…”

“That bad?” he chuckled as he walked by your side as you approached your cars.

“Yep. For a second, I was afraid today was never gonna end, I swear!” his laugh was adorable, and oh so infectious that it had you smiling in a heartbeat, “I had a lot of projects to work on, and the hours seemed to go by so slowly! I’m exhausted.” you groaned.

“I can see that…” he whispered in your ear, bumping his arm against yours, “…you definitely look the part!”

“Why thank you sir!” you faked being shocked for a second, stopping in your tracks as you crossed your arms, “Way to add insult to injury!”

“Okay okay, I’m sorry, I was joking!” he giggled as he raised his hands in the air in surrender.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful,” you told him as you playfully rolled your eyes, “I’m gonna let you off the hook this time.” you added as you smiled at him.

“Damn, I really am lucky!” he chuckled as his dark brown eyes stared into yours just that little bit longer than usual; his stare so intense it burnt straight into you, right before he lowered it to the ground. “Uhm, anyway, I wanted to see you because I needed to ask you something…”

You loved this never ending, playful bickering between the two of you, but this time something was different. Ruben seemed different, and you didn’t know if he actually was or if you were so tired you were seeing things that didn’t exist.

“Well, take advantage of the mercy I’m showing you and ask away!”

Ruben’s heart picked up its pace as he looked into your eyes, the way they shone in the sunset light was making him unable to think straight. After almost two years of pining over you he finally worked up the courage to ask you out, but now that he was standing right in front of you the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you. In his mind, it was the easiest way to show you his feelings, but it took everything in him not to do so as he wanted to do everything right.

“You know it’s match day tomorrow so I’m not really allowed to do anything crazy,” he started, “but since we didn’t have the chance to see each other today, I was thinking you could come to mine… we could watch a movie and eat something together, like we always do… we could, like, make up for lost time if you want to…” he almost stuttered as he waited for your answer.

“Are you asking me on a date??” you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little even this time. Your game quickly backfired though, as you didn’t expect him to answer the way he did.

“Well… it’s a date, if you want it to be.”

Your heart stopped in your chest, before it started hammering again.

Was he for real? He must be, you thought as you snapped out of your trance-like state. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, not after he knew how badly things ended up with your ex a little over a year ago. He knew how bad that break up was for you, that’s when he saw you at your lowest indeed.

And that’s the reason why you knew you could trust him. You trusted him with your life by now, so you decided to trust him even more with this “date” thing and give him a chance.

“Baby steps Rubes,” you softly smiled at him, before you stood on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek, “but I’ll be there at 7. It’s a date.”

-

As he finished preparing some snacks and drinks on the coffee table, without forgetting a bottle of red wine and two glasses, Ruben heard the doorbell ring.

“Hey, you’re here…” Ruben greeted you with a hug as soon as he opened the door.

“Hey,” you relished in the feeling of warmth radiating from his body, humming as you inhaled his already familiar scent, “I’m sorry I’m a little late but I stopped on my way here to buy some cupcakes, you know-”

“I know what you like to have after a long day at work… alcohol and something sweet, I know.” he chuckled as he moved to the side to let you in, “Give them to me, I’m gonna put them in the kitchen while you make yourself at home.”

“Such a gentleman!” you joked as you gave him the cupcakes, right before you hung your coat on the coat rack and left your shoes by the door.

“I’m always a gentleman.” Ruben answered you as he saw you approaching him in the kitchen, “The sweater you’re wearing kinda proves my point.” he said as he pointed at your top.

“True.” you smiled, blushing under his gaze. You watched his eyes move up and down your body: you wore black leggings, white Nike socks and one of the many Adidas hoodies you borrowed from him but never returned, “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

“We should definitely start with cooking something for dinner,” he said as he leaned his lower back against the counter, “do you fancy anything in particular?”

“What are you gonna eat?” you asked him, perfectly aware of the strict diet he was supposed to be on before a game; but asking him questions was a good enough distraction from your thoughts: he looked good enough to eat with a pair of black Adidas shorts and a matching sweater that hugged his body in the most perfect way.

“No carbs for me tonight,” he shrugged, “I’m gonna have some meat and veggies but I can cook anything you’d like.”

“I’m okay with meat and veggies too,” you stopped him, “it’s okay really, don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” you assured him as you walked to the fridge right behind him, trying not to drool over his broad back too much, “Rubes where’s-”

“The wine’s on the coffee table…” he winked at you after he saw you examine every surface of his kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

“Is it that easy to read my mind?!” you exclaimed as you immediately made your way to the living area, making Ruben laugh at your antics.

-

A delicious dinner and a few glasses of wine later, it was finally time for the movie to start.

“What is this??” Ruben whined, already starting to regret his decision to let you choose what you were going to watch.

“Don’t judge me.” you pointed your finger at him, “I love ‘Think like a man’! And since it’s one of my comfort movies we’re gonna watch this. End of discussion.”

“Okay okay,” he started the movie as he moved closer to you on his sofa, “Let’s see what this is about…” he said before he grabbed some popcorn from the bowl you were so jealously guarding on your legs.

“Hey!” you protested, “These are for me!”

“Who said that??”

“You said that,” you pouted, “You told me you prepared all of this for me!”

“So what if I want some?”

“Oh now you want some??” you smirked, grabbing a handful of popcorn and placing it directly over his mouth, “Then have some!”

Ruben couldn’t laugh even if he wanted to as his mouth was so full with popcorn he couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as you looked at the faces he was pulling. The fear of the date disappeared, as in his eyes you could see he was the same Ruben as always, nothing had changed. And the fact that you were acting like the dorks you’ve always been was a pretty big proof of that.

“You know the movie’s playing right?” he asked you, once he could speak again. He was looking straight in front of him, his eyes fixed on the screen; but then he took the chance to steal a glance at you all the same.

“I know, you smartass.”

“Then why are you still looking at me?” he smirked.

“I just want to make sure you’re enjoying the movie.”

“I’m enjoying something else at the moment..” he took your hand in his as he looked at you, and you instinctively scooted closer to him.

“And what is it?”

“I’m enjoying your company.” he simply stated.

“Are you?” you were almost out of air, but your face inched closer to Ruben’s all the same, until you could feel his breath against your lips.

“I am, but what about baby steps?”

“A kiss is a risk I’m willing to take…” you smiled before you pressed your mouth against his, while his arm circled your waist as your lips moulded together.

When you parted your lips from Ruben’s, he pecked your cheek sweetly.

“Perfect.” you murmured against his lips, “I had my dose of alcohol and now I had something sweet too…”

“You’re so cheesy!” Ruben laughed out loud, as his pearly whites and the dimples on his cheeks were on full display, and you couldn’t help but be enchanted by them. He then wrapped his right arm around your shoulders, “Come on, let's watch this movie now…” he added, holding you tightly against his toned body and letting his left hand rest on your thigh.

You didn’t know if it was because of the wine, because you finally had a taste of him, or because of the movie’s soundtrack; but being this close to Ruben in that moment was making your head spin.

Sure enough, John Legend’s song “Tonight” was playing in your favourite movie scene, and God only knows how many times that song made you think about Ruben in the dirtiest of ways. That must have been the reason why you were feeling restless, and like you were short of breath.

Ruben noticed you shifting, and held you closer, trying to mask the fact that he too was on fire on the inside. He turned his head to peck your head that was resting on his shoulder, but as he slowly did so you raised your head to look at him.

“Uhm, do you like the movie then?” you asked as you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, yeah I do…” he said as he couldn’t decide whether to look at your lips or in your eyes, those eyes that looked darker all of a sudden.

“Great…” you breathed, licking your lips afterwards, “I’m happy you like it…” you continued before you pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin just that little bit longer.

But as soon as your lips detached from his bearded cheek, Ruben slowly turned around to look at you. His eyes were fixed on your mouth, and yours were doing the same as his full lips were calling you in, inviting you to have a taste once again.

It only took another look in your eyes, before the hand on your thigh tightened its hold, betraying his feelings right before he kissed you this time. His kiss was slow, he was savouring you, testing the waters. But he was always paying attention to you and your body language. He wanted tonight to be perfect, and if “baby steps” was what you wanted, he would gladly give you that.

“Is this okay?” he asked you as his left hand moved to the side of your neck, while his right one was on your left hip.

You didn’t answer his question, you just nodded your head as your mind was too clouded by your lusty thoughts. The fact that he was the one kissing you this time gave you the little extra courage you’d need to kiss him back and deepen the kiss.

Ruben was taken aback by your actions, his mouth agape as he watched how you straddled his hips.

His hands immediately went to your waist as your mouth found his once again. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt his grip on you strengthen, and you rolled your hips over his out of instinct.

“Fuck Y/N…” Ruben panted as he grabbed your face in his hands, he looked straight into your eyes as he tried to distract himself from the situation that was making his shorts tighten dangerously “…what about baby steps?” he asked you as his thumbs stroked your flushed cheeks.

“I want you Rubes…” you whimpered, already feeling him getting hard under you.

“I want you too,” he said, shutting his eyes tightly as your lips kissed the side of his broad neck, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this…”

“I was wrong, I don’t want baby steps… not with you.” your voice came out as a whisper as you looked into his brown orbs; he relaxed under your touch as you ran your hands on his chest, and around his neck, “I want everything with you, I want you, all of you…”

“Are you sure about this? I’ll never let you go once I make you mine…” Ruben’s voice was deeper than usual, so deep it had your willpower crumble completely, it was then you were sure you would have done whatever this man wanted you to do.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to.” you said as you stood from his lap, sliding your leggings down your legs and leaving your body in just a matching Calvin Klein set.

“Come here.” he rasped as he grabbed you by the back of your thighs and pulled you down to straddle him again. His lips found yours in the blink of an eye, like he kissed you for his whole life and not just for the third time that night. But this time his kiss was hungry, he was hungry for you. This time he didn’t stop the roll of your hips, quite the opposite as he helped it with his hands.

The warmth radiating from his touch made you shiver; and seeing the effect his touch had on you only spurred Ruben on, so his hands slowly travelled up to your breast. His touch was soft over your bra, so delicate yet so possessive it had your head roll back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful babe…” Ruben said as he looked at you on top of him, “So fucking beautiful.”

“Babe?” you smiled down at him, “Pet names already? ‘What about baby steps?’” you asked, mocking him.

“I think we already threw them out of the window.” he smirked at you, as his thumbs stroked the smooth skin on your hips.

“Did we?”

“Oh yeah we did…” he breathed, sitting up and sliding his hands from your back to your bum; he closed the space between your bodies even more and let you feel the effect you were having on him once again, “…I’m so glad we did.”

“Less talking, babe.” you told him, as you started to undress him from his sweater.

He didn’t need to hear any more words, as he quickly changed your positions, placing himself on top of you without letting you go, without separating your bodies at all. And he kissed you, you could feel his lips everywhere on your upper body: from your lips, to your cheeks, to your neck and collarbones.

“Ruben…” you sighed, running your nails at the base of his neck. As you moved your touch to his shoulders, you groaned at the feeling of his muscles tensing under your touch.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this…” he stated as he removed his body from yours just to remove his shorts, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I’m right here…” were the only words you were able to say, as your brain was fogged with the image of his sculpted body, “…come here.”

“Not before I let you out of these…” he smirked down at you as his fingers tugged at your panties.

“Ruben…” you breathed as you felt his fingers move to your inner thighs, before he slowly removed your underwear.

“What is it?” he stopped his movements to look you in the eyes, as he threw your panties somewhere on the floor before he started leaving kisses on your neck once again.

“I want you, please…” you raised your hips, rubbing against his still clothed crotch and earning a soft moan from him, “Please.” you pleaded again, directly placing your hand on his cock and whimpering at how big he felt under your touch.

“Do you?” he hissed, already feeling inebriated by your touch, “Let me see…”

His lips trailed from the sensitive spot below your ear, to your chest. As he made his way down, his hands made quick work of removing your bra before he placed his big palms over your breasts. He took his time to caress them, while his lips kissed the soft skin of your stomach, going lower, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

“Stay.” he rasped as soon as he noticed the way you moved your hips to match his kisses on your body, before he stopped your movements with his own two hands.

He was licking his lips as he stared down at you: your naked body sprawled out on his sofa, your soft pants and the way your chest rose and fell, the way your hooded eyes showed your desire for him were driving him crazy.

“You’re making me go insane babe…” he breathed, murmuring a low “fuck” then as he could feel his cock twitch in his boxers at the mere sight of you.

He couldn’t wait any longer to have you, so he removed the last piece of clothing from his perfect body in a haste; he stood naked in front of you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sight of perfection in front of your eyes.

“Let me taste you.” he rasped, “Please.” he begged as he kissed up your inner thigh, softly biting your skin here and there.

“Fuck Rubes…” you whined, already feeling lightheaded, “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else, as he moved his face higher and higher, until he started eating you out slowly, gently, lovingly. You knew he was passionate and caring, yet you only knew that as a friend. Knowing that as a lover was a completely different matter.

His tongue worked wonders on your sensitive skin, but he wasn’t rushing anything; he was taking his time to taste you, to make you feel good, and while doing so he always kept his eyes on your face.

“Oh my God babe,” you panted, as the look in his dark eyes was making your head spin, “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…”

“Is it bad if I make you cum?” he asked, kissing up your body as he was laying between your legs in a second.

“Of course it’s not,” you said before you bit on his lower lip this time, “but I wanna cum with you inside me.”

As you took him completely by surprise, you pushed him, making him sit back on the sofa, and ended up on top of him. It wasn’t like you not to return the favour, so you started kissing him, and slowly descended down his sculpted chest while pressing kisses on his toned body.

Ruben was squirming under your kisses, as he was already desperate to be inside you. But he’d have to wait as you had other plans, and he soon understood what you had in mind, as soon as he watched you kneel between his parted thighs.

“Fuck babe…” he hissed as he saw the way your hand wrapped around his dick.

“Shh…” you pressed your lips on his inner thigh, making him moan, “I wanna make you feel good.” you were the one to lock your eyes on his this time, as you took him in your mouth.

“Oh God…” he breathed, “You’ll be the death of me.”

You batted your eyes at him, and he had to close his eyes as he swore. Many times he thought about you in the dirtiest way; now, seeing you like this, with his dick in your mouth, was making him doubt his willpower, his strength, as he was sure that if he looked at you one more time he was going to cum straight away.

“Come here, I need you.” he growled, as he removed himself from your mouth, helping you sit directly over his hips, “Do we need any protection?”

“There’s no need for that,” you told him, “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean so…”

“Fuck, I was hoping you would say that,” he smiled up at you, “I’m clean too, so…”

“So…” you breathed as you took his cock in your hand and guided him to your entrance. He moved his hips upwards, pushing himself inside of you completely with a slow, deep thrust.

“God, you’re amazing, you look stunning on top of me.” he moaned in your ear, as he let you adjust to his size.

“Fuck baby you’re so deep…” you whimpered as you slowly started to ride him, already clenching down on him as you were still sensitive from earlier’s ministrations.

“I am love,” he groaned, guiding your movements with his hands, “you’re taking me so well, fuck…”

“Fuck Rubes, I want more…”

The movie was long forgotten by now, it only played in the background, overshadowed by your soft moans and heavy breathing.

“You want more?” he asked and you yelped as Ruben suddenly stood with you in his arms, before he laid you down on his sofa, slamming his dick into your wet core once again, forcefully this time. “Is this more?”

“Fuck yes!” you moaned out loud as you could feel your body burning under Ruben’s powerful thrusts, “Oh my God Ruben!”

“You know I’m never gonna let you go right?” he asked you, his voice strained both from the effort and his self control.

“Yes Rubes, fuck yes…” you panted, your high already making your skin tingle.

“You’re mine now.” he said as he gave a hard thrust, as if he wanted to make sure you’d understand, “Mine, all mine.”

“All yours!” you whined, running your nails down his back as he hissed, increasing the rhythm of his hips.

“God, you love it like this don’t you?” Ruben growled as he could feel how close you were to your high.

“I love it, oh fuck Rubes I love you even more…” you panted, panicking for a second upon hearing your own words, “I’m so, so close!”

“Fuck baby, I love you too,” Ruben smiled down at you, dissolving your panic in a second as he pressed his lips to yours, “Cum for me now, you’ve done so well baby…”

“I want you to cum with me, please…” you begged him, touching his face and running your nails through his beard as you looked deep into his brown eyes, “Please…”

“I’m right here with you love,” he said out of breath, as he ran his hand up your outer thigh while he pushed faster and faster into you, “Cum with me baby, let me hear you…”

“Fuck Ruben!” you shook under his thrusts, it was like jolts of electricity ran through every inch of your body, sending you over the edge as you came around him.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his own high, triggered by the sight of you coming undone right below him. Of course after that he was fully spent, both your intense working days were catching up with you as you just laid there in each other’s embrace.

“When I said I love you earlier, I meant it…” Ruben mumbled against your sweaty skin, “You didn’t scare me away if it is what you’re thinking…”

“How did you know I was panicking?? What is it with you and always reading me like an open book??” you giggled, as your nails gently scratched the back of his head that was currently resting on your still naked chest, “By the way, I know you meant it, I just panicked because it came out unexpectedly I guess.” you admitted as you heard him chuckle.

“But you do mean it?” he snapped his head up to look at you.

“Of course I do, I love you, you dork!” you giggled as you watched his features relax while he sighed in relief.

“Good.” he stated, wrapping his arms around you so tight you couldn’t breathe, “Because I’m not letting you go.”

“Rubes, I have to go and clean myself up!” you laughed at his sudden clingyness.

“Okay okay…” he sighed, letting you go and watching as you wore his sweater instead of the hoodie you had on earlier, that was always his but that was irrelevant.

He too got up from his spot on the sofa and put his boxers back on, before he started rearranging the room a bit as he waited for you.

“Hey, do you want something from the kitchen? I think I’m gonna eat a cupcake…” you pondered while you walked back to the living room.

“What?” he frowned, “I thought I was your sweet treat!”

“Who said that??”

“You said that!” he was pouting like a kid now, and you swore that was the sweetest thing you ever saw.

“Aw baby, of course you are sweet,” you reassured him, walking to him and standing on your toes to kiss him deeply, “but you’re not a cupcake.”

“That’s mean!”

“What can I say, Rubes?” you shrugged, and as you walked to the kitchen you winked at him over your shoulder, “A girl has her needs!”