X Is For The Name Of A Woman You Don't Know

The Prince of my Dreams.

33 Year old Single! Ronaldo x Younger! Female Reader.

Your parents came from Afghanistan.

Enjoy.

That anime you watched in Eight grade became more understandable as you age. Death Note. A mundane and rotten world.

Existing was expensive. Living is impossible for the likes of you despite living in the greatest country in the world. The rulers and corrupted politicians would use tax money to fund useless wars and not to help the poor. Such as yourself. A fresh out of highschool young lady looking for any job. You were desperate. You don't want to see yourself.

But, a minimum wage job would help. Sadly, the standards went high. You had no job experience and no degree. Even community college is pricey. You were stuck in life. Were it not for your religion. You would have ended your life. Miserable and pathetic were two perfect examples to describe your way of being.

You gave up on Job hunting. Maybe you should prepare yourself to go to a women shelter in the future and know your days are out numbered once your father dies.

You don't trust your brother.

Your dysfunctional family gave you allowance and free housing in exchange for slavery. Cleaning, cooking, driving your nephews and nieces around school, clubs, parties etc, errands and grocery shopping.

Life was not worth living but livable.

It was not enough.

You didn't want to drink or do drugs so. Your escape was fantasy. Fictional romance books and movies. Especially cheesy Bollywood and Disney movies were your favorite.

You hated reality and couldn't handle it.

It was Sunday morning and you told your father you would take a small break. So, you would go to this small yet successful halal restaurant. It sold the best sandwiches in town and smoothies. Mango and Guava lassies.

You were about to step inside when you heard a deep and accented masculine voice.

"Look out!"

You halted in your heels and noticed a soccer ball in front of your path.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" A man with a mustache and beard along with sun glasses jogged up to you along with a white dog.

You gave him a small nervous smile. This man was six foot tall at least and you could notice he was muscled behind his sweatshirt.

He could easily hurt you.

But, his smile was genuine. You knew it somehow. You don't know why. And noticed he had the straightest and whitest teeth ever. As if it was fake.

"Aren't you a cutie?" He slightly pulled down his sunglasses to scrutinize you.

You furrowed your brows in offense. What a creep.

"Aren't you inappropriate?" You snapped back sarcastically.

All men are evil.

The man seemed confused and held his arms up on defense. He claimed to be joking.

Your face reddened. You sighed in exhaustion and pressed your fingers against your aching forehead to calm yourself.

"I am sorry. I am not good at socializing. I can be awkward."

The man was quiet for a moment. He nodded. "I understand." He whispered huskily. It sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

Gulping you smiled a little bigger than the first. "I am about to eat. Would you like to join me?"

You saw his thick yet plucked brows raise up. "Sure."

He held the door open and the two of you walked in.

"This is the best halal restaurant in town." You led the man to your usual table. He sat on the opposite side and took off his glasses. His almond shaped eyes and chocolate eye color made you feel hungry for sweets.

He bit his lips. "Not to be rude. What are you?"

You tilted your head.

He chuckled nervously. "Your look like a foreigner. Yet you speak English perfectly."

You explained how you were born and raised in America. But your parents immigrated from Afghanistan thanks to the Soviet Invasion.

That caught his attention. "Afghanistan." He repeated. He claimed you were the first he met.

You shrugged and explained how the terrorist attack.caused Afghans problems in getting a Visa here.

The man was about to say more but the waiter came.

"Hi, Name." Idrees smiled took out his pad. "What do you want for today?"

You ordered the most expensive dish for the man and a Mango Lassi. As for yourself. A vegetarian sub sandwich with berry energy drink.

Idrees nodded then left. While you were ordering the food, the man was staring at your lovely face.

"A lovely name that suits your face." He grinned.

You thanked him and bit your lips in nervousness then looked around to avoid his eyes.

Amused the man leaned in. "Aren't you going to ask for my name?"

You shook your head quickly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I am sorry for being rude earlier. I don't really talk to men unless I have to."

"I see. Afghanistan is tough on women. I am sorry."

You shrugged and said nothing.

After two minutes being awkward and silent, the food came.

The man looked at the plate you ordered him. And you took out your debit card to give to Idrees.

Your friend seemed to have about to object.

"Please don't resist. I invited you. Not the other way." You gave your debit card to the waiter. "Besides, I don't think I have spoken to anyone but my family in perhaps five months or so."

"Wow. " The man whispered. "Five months?"

You explained how you were usually working for your family and your friends that had real jobs or school hardly had time for you. And you would text or call them. Hardly hang out. It was nice being away from your dysfunctional family.

Always yelling or criticising you.

You two began to eat. The man moaned when he took a bite out of his lamb kabob with tahini sauce. He asked what was he eating. You explained the grape leaves rolled. And the falafel balls.

Then before you were to stand up. The man stood to his full height and it made you sit down.

He asked for your number.

"Sorry. I cant text you."

"oh, right. I am sorry." The man explained how he thought you were cool and a good genuine person that radiated a good soul.

An odd compliment. "Oh?" you thanked him. "I had fun eating with you."

He nodded and stared.

"Please. I want to be your friend."

Wow. You blinked. He was so forward. Maybe he was not a creep and you stereotyped him unjustly and ignorantly.

He sat down.

"okay. There is an anime movie in theaters. Want to watch it tonight? I think I can make it."

You can lie to your dad and say you were hanging with a girlfriend.

"Anime?"

Before you could explain. The man asked for your cellphone once more

And you gave it.

The Prince of my Dreams.

33 Year old Single! Ronaldo x Younger! Female Reader.

Your parents came from Afghanistan.

Enjoy.

That anime you watched in Eight grade became more understandable as you age. Death Note. A mundane and rotten world.

Existing was expensive. Living is impossible for the likes of you despite living in the greatest country in the world. The rulers and corrupted politicians would use tax money to fund useless wars and not to help the poor. Such as yourself. A fresh out of highschool young lady looking for any job. You were desperate. You don't want to see yourself.

But, a minimum wage job would help. Sadly, the standards went high. You had no job experience and no degree. Even community college is pricey. You were stuck in life. Were it not for your religion. You would have ended your life. Miserable and pathetic were two perfect examples to describe your way of being.

You gave up on Job hunting. Maybe you should prepare yourself to go to a women shelter in the future and know your days are out numbered once your father dies.

You don't trust your brother.

Your dysfunctional family gave you allowance and free housing in exchange for slavery. Cleaning, cooking, driving your nephews and nieces around school, clubs, parties etc, errands and grocery shopping.

Life was not worth living but livable.

It was not enough.

You didn't want to drink or do drugs so. Your escape was fantasy. Fictional romance books and movies. Especially cheesy Bollywood and Disney movies were your favorite.

You hated reality and couldn't handle it.

It was Sunday morning and you told your father you would take a small break. So, you would go to this small yet successful halal restaurant. It sold the best sandwiches in town and smoothies. Mango and Guava lassies.

You were about to step inside when you heard a deep and accented masculine voice.

"Look out!"

You halted in your heels and noticed a soccer ball in front of your path.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" A man with a mustache and beard along with sun glasses jogged up to you along with a white dog.

You gave him a small nervous smile. This man was six foot tall at least and you could notice he was muscled behind his sweatshirt.

He could easily hurt you.

But, his smile was genuine. You knew it somehow. You don't know why. And noticed he had the straightest and whitest teeth ever. As if it was fake.

"Aren't you a cutie?" He slightly pulled down his sunglasses to scrutinize you.

You furrowed your brows in offense. What a creep.

"Aren't you inappropriate?" You snapped back sarcastically.

All men are evil.

The man seemed confused and held his arms up on defense. He claimed to be joking.

Your face reddened. You sighed in exhaustion and pressed your fingers against your aching forehead to calm yourself.

"I am sorry. I am not good at socializing. I can be awkward."

The man was quiet for a moment. He nodded. "I understand." He whispered huskily. It sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

Gulping you smiled a little bigger than the first. "I am about to eat. Would you like to join me?"

You saw his thick yet plucked brows raise up. "Sure."

He held the door open and the two of you walked in.

"This is the best halal restaurant in town." You led the man to your usual table. He sat on the opposite side and took off his glasses. His almond shaped eyes and chocolate eye color made you feel hungry for sweets.

He bit his lips. "Not to be rude. What are you?"

You tilted your head.

He chuckled nervously. "Your look like a foreigner. Yet you speak English perfectly."

You explained how you were born and raised in America. But your parents immigrated from Afghanistan thanks to the Soviet Invasion.

That caught his attention. "Afghanistan." He repeated. He claimed you were the first he met.

You shrugged and explained how the terrorist attack.caused Afghans problems in getting a Visa here.

The man was about to say more but the waiter came.

"Hi, Name." Idrees smiled took out his pad. "What do you want for today?"

You ordered the most expensive dish for the man and a Mango Lassi. As for yourself. A vegetarian sub sandwich with berry energy drink.

Idrees nodded then left. While you were ordering the food, the man was staring at your lovely face.

"A lovely name that suits your face." He grinned.

You thanked him and bit your lips in nervousness then looked around to avoid his eyes.

Amused the man leaned in. "Aren't you going to ask for my name?"

You shook your head quickly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I am sorry for being rude earlier. I don't really talk to men unless I have to."

"I see. Afghanistan is tough on women. I am sorry."

You shrugged and said nothing.

After two minutes being awkward and silent, the food came.

The man looked at the plate you ordered him. And you took out your debit card to give to Idrees.

Your friend seemed to have about to object.

"Please don't resist. I invited you. Not the other way." You gave your debit card to the waiter. "Besides, I don't think I have spoken to anyone but my family in perhaps five months or so."

"Wow. " The man whispered. "Five months?"

You explained how you were usually working for your family and your friends that had real jobs or school hardly had time for you. And you would text or call them. Hardly hang out. It was nice being away from your dysfunctional family.

Always yelling or criticising you.

You two began to eat. The man moaned when he took a bite out of his lamb kabob with tahini sauce. He asked what was he eating. You explained the grape leaves rolled. And the falafel balls.

Then before you were to stand up. The man stood to his full height and it made you sit down.

He asked for your number.

"Sorry. I cant text you."

"oh, right. I am sorry." The man explained how he thought you were cool and a good genuine person that radiated a good soul.

An odd compliment. "Oh?" you thanked him. "I had fun eating with you."

He nodded and stared.

"Please. I want to be your friend."

Wow. You blinked. He was so forward. Maybe he was not a creep and you stereotyped him unjustly and ignorantly.

He sat down.

"okay. There is an anime movie in theaters. Want to watch it tonight? I think I can make it."

You can lie to your dad and say you were hanging with a girlfriend.

"Anime?"

Before you could explain. The man asked for your cellphone once more

And you gave it.

Ronaldo knew what it was like being dirt poor.

But...he never knew he would fall for a young woman with mental issues. Will his beloved mother approve of her? He is stuck.

You on the other hand lives with an abusive family but cannot move away due to poverty.

To prevent from snapping and ending yourself.

You would day dream of financial security, health and love.

You didn't know that someone out there wants to rescue you and take you away to another world.

Funny Imagine pt 2

Mrs. Ronaldo invited you to her son's soccer game.

Cristiano saw his mom with you and his jaw dropped slightly. But, he got distracted by your face from the distance that his opponent team landed a score. He needs to get his head in the game.

𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙧 | 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Cristiano surprises you and lavishes you with affection.

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! and thank you so much for the compliment KISS KISS MWAAAH. And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. You rubbed your eyes and picked it up, smiling when you saw that the message was from Cristiano.

Ronaldo loves his mother to death. She worked hard as a maid and starved for him to eat.

But, he saw you from the distance. Outerwordly beauty.

Dolls, paintings, statues. You were better.

Unhuman.

But, no one is perfect. You had a few screws loose in the head.

Your mother didn't like that one bit. She didn't trust you with his son. There are other beautiful girls in line for Ronaldo. They are not as beautiful as you.

But, you are a danger to everyone and yourself. Cristiano shouldn't be involved with you.

Ronaldo chose his mother.

But, that doesn't stop him from thinking, regretting, and crying over you.

What a waste.

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Cristiano are relaxing in each other's arms and he lavishes you with attention.

Word Count : 474

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Cristiano are having a movie night together. You are snuggled up on the couch, and he has his arm wrapped around you tightly. As the movie starts, he leans his head on your shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.

"Mmmm, I love being close to you like this," Cristiano murmurs. Cristiano's futbol career does not always allow him to be by your side as much as he would like. But, thankfully, he was able to take a day off and all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. "I love it too, babe. You're so warm and cozy."

Cristiano lets out a small laugh and nuzzles even closer to you. "I'm glad you think so. I just can't help myself. I need to be close to you all the time." Despite the fact that sports media portrays him as a gruff, strict character, he is truly compassionate behind closed doors. And you can't help but love how he exclusively acts this way towards you.

You can feel his breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. "You're so clingy, but I find it adorable," you tease.

Cristiano pouts playfully. "Hey, I'm not clingy. I just love you so much that I want to be near you all the time."

"I know, and I love that about you," you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Cristiano grins and snuggles in even closer. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

You both settle back into the movie, but Cristiano's hand starts to wander across your lap. "Hey, none of that," you say, trying to stifle a laugh.

Cristiano chuckles and pulls his hand back. "Sorry, sorry. I'll behave." His smile never leaves his face as he leans back a bit to look at you, his eyes sparkling. "You know…. Y/N.. You're the best. The most amazing, beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met."

You feel a warm flush spread across your cheeks, and you can't help but grin. "Thank you, baby. You aren't so bad yourself," you wink down at him in a playful manner.

Cristiano chuckles, “I mean it. I feel so lucky to be with you. You make everything better."

You lean in to kiss him, feeling your heart swell with affection. "You make everything better too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Cristiano's eyes soften, and he pulls you in for another long, slow kiss. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm never going to leave you."

Stirring in bed, I groaned in annoyance as I idiotically tried to swat the bright sun rays away from my face, disrupting my deep, peaceful slumber. “Bloody hell,” I sighed, struggling to flutter my eyes open only to be met by a wide awake, joyful Cristiano.

A warm, contagious smile stretched wide across his face, his piercing dimples captivating me for a split second. What a sight to wake up to.

“Good morning, baby,” He mumbled groggily, his voice laced with sleep.

“Morning,” I replied, rubbing my eyes of tiredness. “How long have you been staring at me for, creep?”

“Just a few minutes,” He chuckled huskily. “What were you dreaming about?” Cris shuffled closer to me, an amused smirk playing along his lips. “Please don’t tell me I was talking in my sleep again,” I grumbled, my face flushing in utter embarrassment. “More like moaning,” My boyfriend scoffed, making my jaw drop in disbelief. “Oh God!” I whined, hiding my face behind my hands. At this point I was too humiliated to even show myself. 

Cristiano laughed loudly, his big hands prying mine off my face. “Hey,” He lifted my chin up forcing me to look him in the eye, a dead serious look flashing across his face. “Were you moaning for me?” He wriggled his eyebrows teasingly. Just when I thought he was going to say something important. “Bug off,” I smacked his naked chest in annoyance. 

“Boo-hoo,” He pouted, inching his face closer to me in hopes to steal a kiss or two.

“Hell no,” I chuckled, backing away from him. His face fell and I struggled to withhold a laugh. “I didn’t brush my teeth yet, boo,” I explained.

“So?” He interlocked our fingers before brushing his thumb over my knuckles soothingly. “Neither did I,” Cris began leaning in again, making me squeal in horror. “No!” I whined, shoving my face into the warm, puffy pillow to avoid any lip contact which made Cristiano laugh. 

“Oh come on, (Y/N),” His bare chest vibrated against my shoulder as he weighed me down into the mattress. “Get off,” My words were muffled by the white cloth of the pillow. “Nah,” He replied coolly. Before I had the chance to speak up again, Cristiano’s lips attacked the side of my face in small pecks, earning a loud shriek on my part. “Cristiano!” I giggled, trying to push him off but he didn’t budge.

“(Y/N)!” He mimicked my tone, tickling at my sides as he showered me with kisses.

“Oh God- I can’t breathe!” I screamed, continuing to laugh loudly. “Stop it, Cris, please!”

“Only if you tell me you love me,” His tone was teasing and playful. “I love you- oh my God, I love you now please stop,” I successfully swatted his hands away, working on regaining my breath as he rolled onto his back, an extremely huge grin ripping at his cheeks. I couldn’t help but shoot him daggers as he spoke, “You’re too cute.”

-

*WARNING: Extreme smut and foul language. If you find this context disturbing or offending please avoid reading.* 

 I sang along to the Lana Del Rey song blasting through the loud speakers, each sitting on either side of the flat screen TV in my bedroom. Scrolling through your instagram feed probably wasn’t the most entertaining thing to do on a Friday night, but with the house all to myself and the loud music entertaining me and only me, I didn’t mind at all. I love hanging out with Cristiano, I mean of course I do, he’s the love of my life, but let’s just say I’m a bit of a loner at times.

(Y/N)! You will not believe what I just came across on my tumblr dashboard! The text message popped up on my screen and I clicked on it to reply. What did you see? I typed, clicking send. My best friend instantly replied with, Just read And a link attacked.

I opened the tab, waiting impatiently for it to load. The text post was titled, “Cristiano Rondalo Smut!” and I couldn’t help the curiosity bubbling up in my stomach at the mention of my boyfriend. Let’s see what this is about, then. 

I began reading, my eyes skimming over the piece of writing as I scrolled down, giggling to myself. His fans sure were imaginative, making up fantasies in their heads, questioning what he’d be like in bed. 

“(Y/N)?” Cris’ voice caught my attention, his tall figure leaning against the door frame with his Adidas bag hanging down his shoulder. “Hey babe,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the screen as he shuffled closer to the bed before throwing himself onto it. “Whatchu doin’?” Curiosity vibrated through his voice, making me laugh. “Nothing,” I swatted his hand away once he started reaching for my phone. “I see my name on your screen!” Cris exclaimed, crawling behind me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and placed both hands on my waist, his legs sprawled with me sitting between them, my back to his chest. “Honestly, Cris, you’re so nosy,” I complained, scrolling back to the top of the page before holding my phone up to his face. “Read this.”

His eyebrows instantly perked up in interest as one of his hand gripped my phone. I watched for his facial expressions carefully, seeing him react to the dirty piece of writing that managed to reach me. “Oh, my God,” Cristiano mumbled under his breath, scrolling down intently. “This girl’s hot, (Y/N), why can’t you be more like her?” His tone was teasing, making me roll my eyes. “You seem like you’re enjoying this,” I joked, keeping my eyes on him. “Cristiano in the imagine is,” He snickered, throwing my phone to the side.

“What happened in the end?” I questioned, sucking in my cheeks as I awaited his answer. 

“Why don’t I just show you?” He grinned, flipping me over and crawling on top of me. “Freak,” I mocked, smirking up at him. “Its turns you on,” He taunted, pushing my shirt up slightly before lowering his head to my stomach and planting a soft kiss on the spot. I nearly shuddered when his tongue trailed down my belly button, stopping just above the outline of my panties. “I love it when you mope around in underwear,” He chuckled, bringing his head back up to my face. 

“Yeah, so do I,” I joked, ready to escape his grasp only to have him pin me down dominantly. “Good,” His minty breath fanned my face, his lips an inch away from mine. “Just kiss me,” I teased, lifting my head up to connect our lips. Cris shoved his tongue down my throat, not even asking for permission, and I flipped us over so that I was straddling him in response. His big hands traveled up my thighs, lingering on my ass for a few seconds too long. His finger grazed up the material of my panties teasingly before he gripped the hem and shoved it down eagerly. After discarding the clothing item to the side, he smacked my butt playfully. 

I parted for air, tugging at Cristiano’s shirt while his tongue darted over his pink lips, wetting them. He threw his shirt over his head and watched as I began trailing kissed down his almost-nude body, starting at his jawline and stopping below his belly button. Unbuttoning Cris’ jeans, I tried to pull them down but he pulled me back up to him flipping us over so that he was on top of me. 

“Not yet,” He grinned, eyeing my body shamelessly. “I want to try something new this this time.”

“I see that imagine motivated you,” I joked, tilting my head back in pleasure as his swollen lips left a trail of sloppy kisses all over my thighs. He sucked on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, licking and biting in the process, his hair tickling my throbbing sex as he did so.

The moans of pleasure began evaporating out of my mouth when his tongue met my clit, creating a circling motion on the spot. His hands never stopped massaging my thighs while his tongue worked its magic, dragging down to my slit then right back up where he started. “Cristiano,” I moaned, my hand finding its way in his hair, pulling and tugging. He groaned, demanding a louder plea as his pointer finger joined his lips, taking my breath away. 

“Cristiano!” I screamed, arching my back in pleasure as I came all over the sheets.

My boyfriend licked his lips teasingly, smirking up at me in anticipation. “Your turn.”

- 

“So what? This is like the hundredth time you two broke up? So you’re getting back together, as always, right?” Natasha nudged me curiously, her expression unreadable. “What happened this time, anyway?”

“Well…” I started, re-envisioning the night of Cris’ birthday.

“Fuck yeahh!” Cristiano slurred, leaning against me for balance as loud music erupted through out the packed club. “It’s my birthdayy!”

“Sure is,” I chuckled at my boyfriends drunken state, seating him on one of the empty booths. “I’m going to get you some water! Don’t move, okay?” I informed over the loud music before making my way over to the bar. “What can I get you, ma'am?” The bartender asked, a polite smile on his face. “A water, please!” I ordered, leaning against the counter. He nodded, walking away before returning, a bottle of ice cold water in hand. “Have a great night.” “Thanks,” I began making my way back to the booth Cristiano was sat at, only to find some tramp straddling him, her lips connected to his as she literally ate his face off. 

“You fucking asshole,” I spat, pouring the water all over the two of them.

The girl gasped, jolting up to her feet as water trickled down her blonde hair and face. “You bitch!” She squealed, running off to the ladies room in cries of horror.

“(Y/N)-” Cristiano began explaining, but I wasn’t having it. “Don’t you dare!” I yelled loudly, attracting a crowds attention. “You lying, cheating scumbag! I don’t know why I keep giving you chances time after time. Fuck you, Ronaldo.” I hissed, giving him my back and making a beeline to the exit. “(Y/N) I swear it’s not what it looks like!” He called after me, chasing me through the silent crowd. “Save it!”

“He keeps texting and calling, explaining she came onto him but I don’t know what to believe.” I sighed, gripping my forehead in frustration.

“Give him another chance?” My best friend suggested. 

“No,” I chuckled bitterly. “No more chances.”

Tash nodded in understanding. “Well I’ve got to go,” She mumbled, pushing herself off my living room couch. She grabbed her purse and I walked her to the door, enveloping her into a warm hug before swinging the front door open. “Keep in touch, okay?” I smiled, waving a small goodbye as she walked down the front porch, “I will!”

Just as I was about to slam the door shut, a forceful hand stopped it midway. “What the hell?” I reopened the door only to find Cristiano standing on the steps, a petty look on his face. 

“You again?” I sighed, walking away from the door, which I left wide open. It was no point trying to get him to leave because he would probably decline. 

“We have to talk, (Y/N),” His tone came out a desperate plea as he closed the front door and followed me into the living room. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I replied coldly, plopping down on one of the couches. “Please hear me out,” Cris sat on the ground facing me to block my view of the television. I rolled my eyes at him dramatically before sitting back into the couch, my arms crossed over my chest.

Cristiano took this as his cue to speak, and he didn’t waste a single moment as he began explaining. “That night,” He started, running a hand through his hair nervously. “That night I was so happy I’d managed to convince you to give me one more chance… I was so happy to be celebrating my birthday with you and I might have gotten a bit too intoxicated. I became unaware of my surroundings and you saw how I could barely stand on my own. When that girl came- I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she threw herself onto me! I couldn’t muster up the energy to shove her off, but I swear to god I didn’t kiss back. I kept mumbling for her to get off but she wouldn’t budge and then you came and-” He groaned, frustrated. By now tears were brimming in his eyes and he tilted his head back in anger, covering his face as he did so.

“Please, (Y/N),” His voice cracked at my name, making me go weak in the knees.

“Don’t cry,” I whispered, immediately giving into him.

“I don’t want to be without you anymore,” He sobbed.

That’s all it took to soften me up. I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips against his longingly. He kissed me back with so much want, so much need not even the best liar in the world could pull off such an emotion. “I love you, I swear I only love you,” He mumbled against my lips, crawling on top of me. One thing led to another and we ended up naked, scratching and biting each others bare skin as we made love for the first time in a long time.

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Pacing back and forth in front of the front door, I awaited Cristiano’s arrival intently, a flow of emotions running through my veins. It’s been two weeks since we slept together and I’d been getting pregnancy blues ever since. It was nothing at first, but then my doctor confirmed I was with child and I became so scared, not knowing what to do but I knew I had to let Cris know.

A pair of keys jiggled from behind the wooden door, making me freeze in my spot and a worried Cristiano came barging in. “Whats going on?” He breathed, scurrying over to me. “Are you alright?”

“I need to tell you something…” I gulped, eyes wide in agitation. 

“What is it?” He eyed me warily, anticipating my answer. 

“I’m pregnant,” I chocked the words out, my eyes pooling with tears.

“leonnn, I c-can’t-,”you sobbed, tears streaking your face. 

your head rolled back into the pillows as leon thrusted deeper. he had you on your back, his arms holding your legs apart. his cock was buried to the hilt inside your puffy pussy. 

he hasn’t stopped thrusting. not after your pussy clenched around him like a vice the first, or third time. not after your nails clawed into his back, guaranteed to leave marks. not even after you started crying.

“no no no no, baby, please,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. “I wanna cum- baby, please, I’m so so so close!”

poor thing. your pussy was spasming violently around him, desperate to milk his cock. it wasn’t until a gush of squirt splattered against his lower abdomen that he slowed down.

leon whined, high and needy, watching as you made a mess on his cock. he leaned up, his eyes hooded as he looked down to where your pussy was stretched around his cock. your clit was twitching. “you made a mess,” his voice cracked. 

as if his cock wasn’t enough, his thumb reached down to rub your clit. small circles pressed against the swollen pearl. “messy girl…” he murmured. “I’m doing good, huh?”

his hips moved slower, but god, he was going deeper. his cheeks were flushed a soft pink as he fucked into you. “you like it, baby? you gonna cum again?” he moaned.

“nghh…! yes, I like it!” you cried out. his large hand rested against your lower stomach, right over the bulge of his cock.

“fuck, you can see it right here,” he said, his thumb tracing the imprint of his cock in your womb. “look, baby, you can see me inside you.”

your cunt betrayed you, clenching and gushing all over again. a creamy ring of cum formed at the base of his cock. leon winced, your pussy feeling tighter this time. he bit his lip, his thrusts faltering.

“f-fuck…!” he whined. one final thrust before he held you against him. hot, white ropes of cum filled you up. heavy breathing filled your ear.

leon pulled away, pulling his cock out to watch his cum drip out of you. you whimpered, feeling it glide down your inner thighs. 

“think you can take one more?” he smirked at you.

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