gold dust woman

it started as a joke.

the first time he'd done it, they were in the kitchen cooking dinner, or to put it more specifically - she was making dinner whilst he decided to distract her by simply hovering over her when suddenly, his hand wrapped around her throat in a jocular manner, he seemed to not think much of it, completely oblivious to the effect his gesture had on her, she nearly burnt the food as the sensation was far too intense for her to handle.

the second time happened at a club, he'd invited her to join him and his teammates as they too were bringing their significant others as well, she sat close to him, so close that she'd practically laid across his lap; that's when he'd done it again, his hand rests around her throat while he chatted animatedly with trent over the upcoming fixtures, she tried her best to remain composed as rachel talked to her yet every so often he'd apply just the right amount of pressure which in turn shot waves of desire straight to her pussy.

she wanted to ask him, she wanted to know what was the end of goal; yet, the words laid dormant at the tip of her tongue, until ...

he returned home from training, exhausted, drained; quite ready to surrender to sleep when upon the very minute he entered their bed room, every bit of exhaustion seemed to vanish entirely at the sight before him - there, in the middle of their bed, she lies on top of the mattress completely naked, her legs spread apart; two digits curled inside of her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit, her eyes were shut, brows knit, a sheen layer of sweat coats her skin while her lips were parted releasing the sweetest sounds.

to say he was mesmerized would be an understatement, he felt like he couldn't move a single muscle for the first few minutes; then, as if his body had a mind of its own, his hand reaches below to palm himself through his sweatpants while he listened to the sounds she made; suddenly, her eyes shot open landing on him standing near the doorway, his hand palming himself. " domi " she whines.

" don't stop! " the command came abrupt as he proceeds to untie the knot to loosen his sweatpants, followed by his boxers to free his cock from the constraint, eliciting a soft sigh from him, he then takes a seat on the chair across from the bed, " want to see you cum undone for me " he adds with a strangled moan.

her lower lip is trapped underneath her teeth as she continues curling her digits inside of her slick pussy, " i di- didn't ... fuck, i didn't hear you come in "

his coats his thumb with the spec of precum leaking from the tip then wraps his hand around his cock, releasing a strangled groan before replying, " i thought you were asleep so i didn't -fuck- i didn't want to wake you up "

her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, " domi, fuck ... i'm going to cum " she whines, furiously rubbing her clit.

" i know baba " he switched the pace of his strokes, " me too, let's cum together huh, come on baba, I know you can do it "

the room is soon full of their ponderous breaths, melodic sounds of pleasure and soft curses, " fuck ... fuck ... i'm cumming " she cries, " i .. domi "

" me too baba, me too ... " he grunts before his eyes shot open to look down, noting his glistening digits. " baba, ... " he breathed.

she walks towards until she stood between his legs, then she sat on her knees, her gaze darts up to meet his; before he could utter a single word, she wrapped her dainty hand around his cock followed by her lips wrapping around pink tip eliciting a strangled moan from him, " baba " he sighs, reaching to thread his digits through her hair.

leisurely, she takes more and more of his cock until the tip hits the back of her throat eliciting a whine from him, " fuck baba, just like that " he sighs tightening his grip on her hair. " keep going "

the sound of her lips against the skin of his cock coupled with the sensation of her hand teasing his balls had loosened his resolve causing him to whimper and moan, " you're so good at that, taking my cock in that warm mouth you got -fuck- " he cried.

the pace of her thrusts grew rapid, so much so that she used her free hand to toy with her pussy while her tongue and lips teased his cock into the brink of the most earth shattering orgasm she had witnessed him have, he thrashed and whimpered as ropes of arousal seep down her throat whilst a rope of curses escape his lips both in english and hungarian, she lapped up every drop before pulling back to say, " i need to ride you "

he smirks, " what're you waiting for then? " he tugs her up, his cock slipping effortlessly into her pussy eliciting a unanimous sigh from the two of them, " fucking missed this pussy " he groans; that's when he'd done it, his hand reached up to wrap around her throat, this time applying the right amount of pressure eliciting a whine from her lips which in turn caused him to raise a brow, " you like that? " he whispers, applying more pressure.

she nods with a faint smile, " you have no idea how much i wanted you to do that, didn't you notice how needy i get every time you touch my neck " she paused, giggling before adding. " fuck domi, i mean i hated necklaces my whole life but now, i want your hand to be my necklace, every time you fuck me senseless "

her words caused him to subconsciously thrust forward causing her to moan once again, he tugs her in for a passionate kiss before he whispers. " so you're a slut for my cock, aren't you baba? you want to be choked while i bury my cock in that pussy, is that right? " he cooed.

she nods quickly, whining. " please domi "

" such a polite baby, asking to be choked while her pussy is full with my cock " he chuckles darkly, " come on baba, let's see if you can bounce on my cock while i choke you the right amount "

he lays back comfortably, his hand still wrapped around her throat while she thrusted up and down at a leisure pace. " that's it baba, you are such a good girl, you love my cock don't you? "

" yeah " she sighs, releasing strangled moans. " fuck "

" if i had known you were such a filthy slut, my hand would be wrapped around your throat every minute we're indoors " he chuckles, using his free hand to stroke her soft cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears rolling down her cheeks. " who would have thought? " he chuckles, " my pretty little princess is such a slut, i love it, keep bouncing baba, your pussy was made for me, made for my cock "

if he had the opportunity, he'd frame this image in his mind for all eternity, the sight of her breasts bouncing while his hand was wrapped around her throat was enough for him to groan; thrust forward, his arousal exploding through her walls followed by her own seeping through to coat his cock entirely.

suddenly, she collapsed on his chest, his cock still buried inside of her; while they took a moment to collect their breaths in silence, he broke the silence by whispering, " so you wanna be choked the next time is that it? " his question was playful followed by him planting a kiss on her forehead.

she giggled, " yes please " she lifts her head up to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

“not here, we- oh…” she grips his broad shoulders and bites her bottom lip to silence her moans. Dominik smirks and challenges her with his eyes.

“we what? What were you saying?” He leans in and bites her neck, his hips slamming against hers each time harder and harder. She whines in his ear and digs her nails into his back.

“ah fuck… right there” she moans when he grips her waist and fucks into her. Her legs are loosely wrapped around his middle. Water dripping down his body, wetting her clothes— or lack thereof.

“right here, baba? feels good, uhm?” He cockily mocks her, biting his lip. She clenches around him. The sight of him in nothing but tight boxers has her foaming at the mouth. She should resist him. But it’s hard when he looks like a greek deity.

“so good…” she repeats, her head tilting back against the mirror. It’s filthy. It’s naughty. It’s forbidden. It’s bad. But it feels so good.

“look at me, look at us…” dominik grabs her chin and her eyes fall on his torso then on his cock disappearing in her wet folds. She whines, biting her lip. A knot forming in her lower stomach as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

“had to fuck that fear of getting caught by your dad out of you, didn’t I?” He teases her but she’s too far gone to follow his words. His hands push her legs higher on his waist and he fucks her harder but slower. Watching as she jolts at every thrust, as she struggles to keep quiet, as she looks up at him with neediness in her eyes.

“fuck… such a good girl.” He mumbles more to himself than to her. She pulls him closer by the necklace dangling against his chest and kisses him. Mainly to silence her moans. Dominik kisses in a way that takes the air out of her lungs. When he pulls away she follows him, almost begging him to kiss her again. She’s gone.

“wanna watch you cum for me… always look so pretty when you do.” He admits, his hand sneaking between her legs and toying with her clit. She nods, agreeing with anything and everything that comes out of his filthy mouth. Dominik is close too. He can feel his cock twitching at every clench of your pussy.

“domi…” she whines and it’s a sound that makes his stomach flip. She needs him. And he needs her just as much. It’s not long after that she cums, almost squeezing the life out of him. Dominik’s lips are parted and low grunts come out of it as he comes undone, his forehead pressed against hers. She’s not sure she’s seen a more beautiful sight of the man in front of her in such state.

“are you guys done? C’mon, your dad is looking for you.” ruben bangs on the door impatiently as he tries not to look too suspicious while waiting for his best friend as she gets her insides rearranged. Dominik chuckles and pulls away after pecking her lips. She gets off the counter and fixes her clothes. He leans against the wall of the showers, still only in his boxers.

“what you looking at?” She winks at him as she approaches him for one last kiss.

“just mentally thanking mr guardiola for the goddess he’s brought onto this world.” He cheekily states while pulling her in and kissing her. They get caught up in it, one kiss leads to another and she’s once again pressed against the shower tiles. His hand loosely wrapped around her neck whilst hers rest in his hair, tugging at the locks. He grunts in her mouth.

“go before he comes looking for you.” He mumbles, trying to find the strength to not bend her over and fuck her again. She whines and pouts. But before she can reply there’s some more banging on the door.

“he’s coming, mierda.” ruben thinks before the worst unfolds in front of him…

“what is going on-“ her dad is standing on the threshold of the locker room. His eyes land immediately on the pair who was kissing just a few seconds before. Dominik should feel more ashamed as he’s standing in just his boxers.

Your eyes opened slowly as you were dragged out of your dream. You felt fingertips gently trailing up and down your bare spine, the touch a familiar one. 

Rúben laid next to you in bed, though he’d been awake for a while. The noise coming from the raging storm outside had stirred him out from his own sleep. He enjoyed laying in the dark, listening to the storm and tracing shapes onto your skin. He loved to feel the movements of your steady breathing under his touch, it brought him comfort that nothing else could. 

Your eyes adjusted to the dark, watching lightning flash behind the sheer curtains. You had no idea what time it was, the storm making the sky pitch-black. 

“Good morning, meu amor.” he spoke in his deep, husky morning voice. You rolled over to face him, offering a sleepy smile. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. Nothing about this morning was rushed. You and Rúben were in your own little world. 

Your fingers went into his soft hair, deepening your kiss. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get home earlier last night.” Rúben apologized softly when the two of you split for air. 

“It’s okay, amor.” you said quietly, letting him slot one of his legs between yours. 

Rúben had gotten caught up at the Etihad Campus the night before, filming content for the City youtube channel, and you were already in bed when he’d finally returned. He had managed not to wake you as he climbed into bed and you were just happy to wake up to him in the morning. 

His lips were back on yours then, his hand on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. He had stripped down everything before getting in bed the night before and you hadn’t bothered to get dressed after a bath. 

It was all skin-to-skin contact, warm and soft, as you sleepily made out in bed. You sighed quietly into Rúben’s mouth and he smiled against your lips. 

“Happy anniversary. Eu te amo.” you whispered softly as he kissed your neck and he hummed against your skin before pulling back to look at you. 

“Happy anniversary, princesa. Te amo mais.” he said, rolling you over so he was on top of you. 

You shuddered as thunder shook the house, rolling through the city. Rúben smiled gently down at you and you exhaled deeply as he kissed down your body. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he hummed against your skin, making you blush at his sweetness. 

“It’s dark.” you giggled quietly. 

“I know what you look like.” he defended himself as his tongue pushed out from between his swollen lips, flicking over the perked bud in the center of your breast while his long fingers knead and twist the other. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as your jaw falls slack, panting breaths filling the quiet between the two of you. When he scrapes his teeth over your sensitive skin, your breath comes out as a moan and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your breast. 

Rúben’s knee disappears from between your legs, leaving your damp, throbbing center with nothing to push against, and you whimper slightly. “Shh..” he murmurs against your skin and shifts his body so that he’s on his knees in front of you, pressing his mouth to your sternum, down your stomach as his fingers grab greedily at your hips. 

When he looks back up at you, eyes hazy and heavy with lust, bright red spots appearing over your skin where he’s mouthed at your body, hair mussed from his fingers, Rúben can’t stop himself from letting an eyebrow slide up, a smile forming on his lips. 

When he leans back into your body, his lips fast and sloppy now as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, you let your head fall back against the silky pillow and your fingers ghost up to curl in his hair. Rúben’s hands slide behind your thighs, gripping the swell of your ass before he tugs you, to the edge of the bed. You jerk forward, grateful for the closeness he has created as his shoulders press in between your thighs. 

“Rúben- ” you whisper and you realize it’s the first word either of you have spoken in a while amidst the sounds of moans and panting. 

“Shh, babygirl.” he says, taking your face in between his hands. He brings your face to his, pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth “Let me love on you.” he pulls back from your lips and his hands slide to your shoulders to gently push you back against the bed. Rúben’s head dips and you feel his warm mouth pressing against the top of one thigh, then the other. When his hands grip your knees, sliding your legs farther open, you feel your heart racing in your chest with anticipation. 

Rúben’s facial hair tickles where it comes in contact with your thigh as his mouth trails down the inside of your thigh, pressing a gentle kiss where the skin dips between the swell of your thigh and your sex. When he replaces his lips with his teeth, biting suddenly and harshly, your thighs try to come together, closing around his head as you gasp. You relax your muscles as his teeth ease and he pulls back slightly to run his tongue over the indents he’s left behind in your skin. 

You push a hand into his hair, pushing the bangs back and digging your nails into his scalp as his head dips to the other thigh. Rúben replays the same touches, biting and soothing your soft skin on the other side, and you feel your chest rumble with a moan as you think about the matching bruises you’ll be sporting on the insides of your thighs for the next few days. His fingers slip in between your folds, sliding through the slick arousal that he’s built in your core. 

“Ohh, Rúben..” you whisper, not sure what you’re going to say - maybe, “you don’t have to.” or “please, just put your dick in me..now.” - but he cuts you off. 

“Don’t speak.” he says, glancing up at you from between your thighs and you can feel his words against your throbbing centre. You hold his eyes with your own for a moment, seeing the glint of lust and passion in his, and nod slowly. 

“Be my good girl.” he purrs, the words slightly muffled as he presses them into your slick lips and you feel a shiver running down your entire body.

With one last glance up at you, Rúben’s mouth presses to your core, parting your swollen lips with his fingers so he can slide his tongue from your throbbing hole to the swollen bundle of nerves above it. His tongue, wide and gentle, slides over your pussy, forcing you to roll your hips slightly over his face. His nose brushes against your clit with the motion and you gasp at the friction. Rúben takes this as a cue, bringing his mouth up to the sensitive bead and sucking it between his lips. He rolls his tongue over it then around as he suckles gently. Your fingers curl, scratching his scalp as you slightly force his face closer, desperate for more. 

“Oh, God..” you gasp, your back arching slightly and Rúben’s hand disappears from where it’s been kneading the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. Two of his fingers are suddenly pressed against your hole, teasing before sliding in easily in your vagina. You feel him filling you, knuckle by knuckle, as he continues to move his tongue over your swollen bud. 

Rúben’s fingers curl inside of you before he pulls back slightly, beginning to use his hand to thrust deep into the part of you that aches with how badly you want him, how badly you need him. His fingers slide against your walls, satisfying that part of your brain that’s been crying out for more. Amidst your own panting and whimpers, you hear him say something, mouth still between your legs and you push his head back from your thighs. 

“What did you say?” you ask breathless as your chest expands rapidly, your cheeks hot as he looks up at you. 

“I love you so much, baby.” Rúben says, and the look on his face is like he’s drunk “‘I’m  so lucky..” he says again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you with each word “..lucky to know you..” he presses another kiss to your other thigh “..lucky to touch you..” his mouth is against your clit “..lucky to love you.” 

He runs his tongue over it, to ghost over your sensitive bud, bringing it back between his lips, and this time he lets his teeth scrape gently over it right as he slams his fingers deep into your body. The feeling that’s been building in your core, the tightness that has had you writhing under his touch, suddenly peaks and your jaw drops open, your hips thrusting against his hand and mouth as your fingers grip his head. 

Rúben’s fingers make smaller pushes now, gently guiding you down as he keeps his mouth in place, his tongue running over the pulsing swell in his mouth. Your muscles tighten around his fingers, gripping him as you spasm through your release. When your body finally eases, the muscles in your body loosen as your release washes through your body, Rúben pulls his hand away from you, sitting back on his heels as he wipes the back of his hand over his slick chin and lips. 

Despite the storm outside, you felt safe with Rúben and you were melting in the softness of the moment. 

“Ready?” Rúben asked, kissing your lips before settling between your legs. You reached your hands out to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing the backs of your hands. 

“Want me to hold your hands?”

“Yes, please.” you nodded and he smiled in the dark. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Rúben eased inside of you. He praised you for taking him in so well and you breathed as you adjusted to his cock. You never quite got used to how big Rúben was, despite your frequent sex life. Once he bottomed out, he stilled for a few moments to let the dull ache subside. 

“I love feeling you stretch to take all of me in.” he hummed, and you squeezed his hands. His lips brushed over your cheekbone, pressing gentle kisses on your face. 

“Rúbenn..” you moaned as he slowly rocked his hips, pushing all the way into you. His breathing grew heavier as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. 

You let go of one of his hands to pull him down to kiss him passionately as he continued to thrust into you. You were like velvet around him, every part of you so soft. You were addicting and Rúben was mesmerized by how perfect you were for him. 

“Rú, I- I want- ” you were cut off with a gasp as the head of his dick brushed against your g-spot. 

“Tell me, amor. What do you want?”

“I want to be on top.” you got out through whimpers of pleasure. 

Rúben snuck an arm under you, holding you tightly against him, staying nestled deep inside of you. He moved to sit up against the headboard, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his, nearly crying out at the deeper angle. 

“I love seeing you ride me like this.” he praised, reaching down to gently massage your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him. You kept your movements slow and steady, the pleasure making Rúben’s head fall back. You kissed the column of his throat, his deep moan sending a wave of arousal through you. 

“Babe, I’m so close..” you whimpered and he increased the pressure on your clit, making you cry out his name.

“Cum for me, baby..cum all over me.” Rúben breathed and a shiver rolled down your spine. You rolled forward as you came, squeezing your husband’s shoulders. Your breathing became uneven as your nerves sparked with electricity. The sight of you coming undone above him had Rúben spilling inside of you with a deep moan that echoed through your bedroom, mixing with a boom of thunder. 

The grip of his hand is almost turning your arm bloodless, but even as you protest and whine against Rúben’s determined, decisive movements, he pays absolutely no heed. There’s a scowl on his face, eyes dark and dangerous and ready to enact all kinds of punishment for your bratty behaviour tonight.

“Let me go,” you struggle against him, but he only pushes you towards the empty room upstairs, where the party below is raging, the loud music drowning any of your words to bystanders. “Rúben. What are you-”

He shoves you into the spare bedroom and whirls you around towards him, his face thunderous. “You’ve been nothing but a tease all evening.”

You blink up innocently at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

His face is flushed red with frustration. “I saw you - touching him! Flirting with him. Drinking from his cup!”

You have to suppress a giggle then - out of everyone you’d been talking to tonight, you’d been unable to resist taking on one singular man who you’d been particularly flirtatious with. “Who is him? What are you talking about, Rúbes?”

He scoffs, gesturing to the party below. “Don’t play dumb. He had his hands on you, and you didn’t tell him no.” He steps forward until he’s backed you into a wall, and the cold surface does nothing to stave off how nervous he’s making you - how hot it is to see how wound up he is. “You liked him touching you?”

“And what if I did?” You bite back, and he scowls. “He wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“I don’t want him touching you,” he retorts, eyes wild now. “I don’t want him touching what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You laugh in disbelief, “since when was I yours?”

He looks smug, reaching for the open collar of your blouse to tug at it until he can bare the curve of your breast, where he’d left mouth-shaped marks on you last night. “There. All the proof you need, princess.”

You shove away his hand, but his cocky grin still flashes at you - irritating as fuck. “That was a mistake. Get the fuck away from me, Rúben.”

“Not until I’m sure you’ll be a good girl, and keep your hands all to yourself tonight.”

You shove a hand against his chest to push him back, but all he does is grab your wrist and pin you against the wall, trapped against his body. You suppress a shiver, glaring up at him, but he’s too big - too tall, and you feel dwarfed in his presence.

Instead of backing down, you struggle against him, which only makes him tighten his grip. “You were the one who wanted to keep this a secret, remember? I can’t even touch you in public without you flinching, looking around like we’re in trouble.” You try to break free from his grip, but he’s so strong, and determined to keep you where he wants you. “Besides…” you bite your lip, watching with satisfaction when his eyes dip down to your mouth. “I loved how good John’s hands felt on me.”

He snarls, his thread of patience snapping, losing all his self control. “No one is allowed to touch you, you hear me?”

“Rúben-”

“Shut up,” he growls, and from the heated look in his eyes, you feel all resistance melt away. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

His mouth crushes yours in this desperately hot way that has you completely melting in his arms, his tongue sliding over yours in this dominant way that tells you he’s going to take anything and everything he wants. He shoves you hard against the wall and has his free hand at the back of your neck, dragging you so close and gripping the sensitive skin there, until your body shivers against his, and your hips grind into his, shameless with wanting him to cure the ache between your thighs. 

“Fuck…” you hiss, pull away to gasp, and he takes the chance to kiss down your throat, hungrily exploring the side of your neck, until he finds this tender spot to nibble at, to suck on, until you’re a melting mess, and when his hands shove aside your panties, you offer no resistance at all - instead spreading your thighs for him as he hoists you up against the wall and fucks his fingers into you - curling upwards so he can rub against that part of you that has you squirming, crying out, while his mouth devours yours with a passion that shocks you - he’s never been so dominant with his kisses before.

You hear the quick work he makes of his jeans - the sound of his zipper undone fills you with such erotic anticipation for the press of his cock. He slides forward, the fat tip of him stroking through your folds, before sliding inside you - and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and bite down on your bottom lip so that you don’t scream, like you’re dying to.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, and you can’t help it - leaning in to kiss that pretty mouth of his, swallowing the noises he makes and muffling your own moans when he starts to move inside you - sinking in deep and then pulling out almost all the way - the invasion sweet and aching. You could get addicted to this - to the feeling of being so full of him, so wet for only him.

He doesn’t stop - not even when you swear at him, digging your nails into his back and dragging them down, too far gone to think about the ramifications of scratching his back to shreds, or fucking him without shame at a party where people could overhear. There’s nothing more you want than that final chase to the end - to clench around him, to come with him, to let him fill you up in this recklessly filthy way.

You just want him, and you’d do anything it takes to have him… even if it means flirting with someone else to make him jealous.

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happy halloween amy 🎃 thanks for this ask, and pushing me to finish this fic that’s been sitting in my drafts for far too long 🙆🏻‍♀️

"Babe, you missed the exit!" Your words brought him back to reality and he realized he was diving on the wrong road. He mumbled a curse to himself, as the kids were in the backseat, and turned around. "You okay?" He looked at you and couldn't help but check you out. You were wearing a long orange summer dress, your face makeup free and your wavy hair down.

"I'm fine." You gave him a smile and ran your hand on his hair as he put his hand on your thigh.

Rúben parked in front of Bernardo's house and helped Miguel out of his seat while you helped Thiago who was holding the gift he and his brother had chosen for the baby girl. They were both excited to meet her. Rúben, however, was really quiet, but you decided you would question him later.

Upon entering the warm and inviting house, you couldn't help but notice the abundance of pink boxes and toys that were already cluttering the dining table. You warmly greeted Bernardo with a hug and after a bit of playful teasing from Rúben, he also greeted your two boys.

Ines was sitting on the sofa and your face lit up when you saw the baby in her arms.

"Hello, mommy!" You sat down next to her and gave her a kiss on the head. When you looked down your heart melted. "She's so beautiful, Ines." You grabbed her little hand, melting even more, about the size difference.

"Do you want to hold her?"

"Yes, please." Ines carefully placed the baby in your arms and your boys sat down next to you, so they could see her better. "Hi, sweetie. Welcome to the world. You're such a beautiful girl."

Rúben was watching you, frozen in place. His gaze locked onto you cradling the baby, gently swaying back and forth. Ines caught him and let out a chuckle, breaking him free from his reverie.

He finally embraced Ines. "Congratulations. She's beautiful. Thank god, she looks like you."

"Thank you, Rúben." She whispered in his ear. "Maybe it's time to work for a girl, don't you think? She looks great with a girl in her arms."

Rúben blushed. "I-- yeah! She does."

You ended up having lunch with them, while Thiago and Miguel remained by the baby's side, acting like caring older siblings. It was noticeable the tiredness in both their faces, so after lunch you decided to leave, so they could get some much-needed rest.

When you got home, and before their hunger kicked in again, you called out to them, telling them it was time for a bath. They giggled and ran ahead, eager to get into the warm, soapy water.

"Go on. I'll be there in a minute." You took off your shoes and let out a sigh. Before you could follow them upstairs, Rúben gently grabbed your hand.

"Seat down on the sofa and get some rest. I'll take care of them." His voice was soft and so was his hand going up and down your arm.

"Okay!" He leaned in and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, his lips met your forehead.

You noticed something strange about him. He was generally a calm and quiet person, but today he was even quieter than usual. You also realized that he hadn't kissed you since the day before, which was unusual as well.

In the bathroom, Rúben was drying Miguel's hair, when Thiago asked him something that caught him completely off guard.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we have a sister?" Rúben could swear his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Was the world messed with him?

"What?"

"A sister. Just like Uncle Bernardo's baby."

It was hard to leave Rúben speechless, but his kids knew how to do that perfectly.

"Yes." Miguel intervened. "We want one."

"Having a baby it's a lot of work, especially for mum." Rúben finally spoke. "She needs to grow the baby inside her belly and sometimes that's difficult."

"We can help her. We can take care of her and the baby."

Rúben cursed in his mind. What was going on? He asked himself. Why was everything going back to the baby?

He was having the worst baby fever ever. He knew you wouldn't want to go through with it, so he was trying to hide it the best way possible, but the way things were going, it was going to be difficult.

"We'll think about that, okay?" He said so they could drop the subject.

After dinner, you sat down on the sofa with the family, watching a cooking show that you loved. For your luck, the two kids didn't care to watch what you or Rúben wanted to see. The only thing they cared about was cuddling against their dad, as it was not every day they got the chance to do so.

It didn't take long for Miguel to fall asleep in Rúben's lap. Thiago had his eyes still open, but you could see how tired her was and how hard he was trying to stay awake.

You hit Rúben's leg with your feet, catching his attention. "Miguel's asleep!"

He looked down and saw the boy with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, sleeping against his chest.

"Will you bring Thiago, please?" He asked you, as he stood up with the boy in his arms, like he didn't weigh anything. You nodded and picked Thiago up. He didn't fight it and that only made you smile. A big smile.

The truth was that you had been horny since you got back, and Rúben walking around the house in shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his torso perfectly wasn't helping you at all.

You had been sitting on the sofa, hoping your kids would fall asleep soon so you could take Rúben to your bedroom, lock the door and just let him out in the morning and it looked like the lord had heard your prayers.

You tucked the two boys one last time in their beds and kissed their foreheads. They were the best thing that had happened to you.

Rúben watched you from the doorway, and memories of your pregnancy flooded his mind. You were always a beautiful woman, but carrying his children made you even more radiant. He couldn't be happier that you were the mother of his kids. And all he wanted was to have you as--

"Rúben?"

He got distracted again. He had been like this all day and you were starting to get worried. Had something happened? You thought.

"Sorry. Got distracted." You closed the door and followed him toward the living room.

"I can see that. Did something happen? You've been weird all day." You looked at him as he sat down once again on the sofa, his arm resting on top of it, highlighting the veins in his arms.

"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess." He patted the sit next to him, and you sat down. Now it was your time to cuddle against him. But you didn't want to cuddle. You wanted something else.

"You know," you started. "You haven't kissed me all day."

Rúben looked at you and smirked. "Oh, really?" You nodded and pouted. "Why should I be the one to initiate it? You didn't kiss me either!"

You didn't say anything to him, you just cupped his face and kissed him passionately. He was taken aback, but he soon responded by placing his hand on the back of your head, drawing you nearer. The kiss was intense yet tender at the same time.

You didn't have to wait long for a full make-out session on the sofa, but you knew you had to take things to the bedroom before your kids woke up and found you in that situation with their dad. To your surprise, he was the one who broke the kiss and pushed you away.

You weren't the only one horny, as you could see the bulge in his shorts. His eyes were dark and when he grabbed your hand and turned off the TV, you knew the night was going to be good.

Inside the bedroom, he locked the door and pushed you against the wall. Before kissing you again, he pulled off your his shirt and quickly pulled down your sweatpants, leaving you only in your non-matching underwear.

He cupped your face and kissed you fervently. You could feel every inch of him against you and that only made you even wetter.

As he tilted his head sideways and began kissing your neck, you took the chance to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off. Even after years together, his body always made you bite your lip like it was the first time you were seeing him naked.

You ran your hands down his abs and Rúben unlocked your bra. When you tried to take off his shorts, he pulled your hands away, pinning them above your head.

He leaned his forehead against yours. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" His voice was deep.

You looked confused at him. "What are you talking about? I'm on birth control." You didn't know what was going on with him. You didn't even remember the last time he used a condom.

You brushed it off and pushed him back, making him fall in the bed. You quickly took off your panties and straddled him. You didn't give him enough time to think, because before he knew you pulled his dick out of his boxers and lined it up to your entrance before slowly going down.

Your head fell down as a moan left your lips. Rúben gripped your hips as you sank down, feeling you squeeze him the way you always did.

After you took a minute to adjust to his size, like you always had to do, you started to rock your hips. Rúben pulled your hair back and cupped your face, making you lock your eyes with his. You could see the pleasure on his face and that only made you move faster.

You had been so horny that you could feel your orgasm building up and so did Rúben, because he quickly turned you around, so you were on your back, with him now on top. His thrusts were deep and rough. One of his hands cupped your breast as he pinched your hard nipple, and the other around your neck gripping it, but not too hard to hurt you.

"Look at me!" He told you. "If you close your eyes, I'll stop." He leaned his forehead against yours and you opened your eyes. "You gonna cum?"

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

It took only a few more hard and deeper thrusts and you were coming apart underneath him. Rúben's hand over your mouth, covering your loud moans. He didn't stop to let you recover, he only went faster, searching for his own orgasm.

Your nails were digging into his back and you started whispering dirty things in his ear, trying to make him cum, because if he didn't come sooner, the one having an orgasm was going to be you again. Not that you minded.

"Come inside me! I love when you come inside me."

Rúben was almost there. Almost there. But then there it was. His thoughts playing tricks on him. Once again.

"Rúben, I'm pregnant! You're going to be a dad!"

"Do you still like me fat?" - "Stop it, you're not fat, you're pregnant."

"It's a boy!" - "I knew it."

"It's a boy." - "Stop putting boys in me, Dias."

"I don't want to do it again. Don't be mad. I just can't." - "Love, it's okay. It's okay. We have two healthy boys. You gave me more than I could ask for. You're the most wonderful woman I know. I love you."

He groaned and quickly pulled out as he came on your stomach, the warm liquid spreading over your abdomen.

Saying you were surprised he pulled out, was an understatement. You were shocked. He loved to come inside you. He always comes inside you. Why was today different?

"Rúben--"

"Sorry!" His chest moved up and down quickly. "I-- I don't know why I pulled out." He lied.

"You're lying!" You knew him better than he knew himself.

Ignoring you, he stood up and went into the bathroom. He cleaned himself and grabbed a cloth to clean you off. He always took care of you.

You watched him as he cleaned you off in silence. All of a sudden, it was like he was sad about something. It was all going well, he was acting as the same lover as always, but at the last minute something switched and you weren't going to sleep until you knew what had happened.

After he cleaned you off, he put on his boxers, kissed your forehead and told you he was going to brush his teeth.

You took a minute to come to your senses. You pulled on his shirt that was lying on the floor and followed him into the bathroom, closing the door behind you for some reason.

"What's going on? And don't you dare say it's nothing."

Rúben looked at you through the mirror. "What are you talking about?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "You've been acting weird. You didn't kiss me this morning. You've been quiet, only talking when I or the boys asked you something. And now, you don't want to come inside me? Like… What is it?"

Rúben was not a good liar. Never was. And when he tried to be, you always found out. So lying to you was only going to make things worse.

"I..."

"Turn around when you're talking to me, Dias."

He turned around and leaned against the bathroom sink. "I don't know how to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"I'mhavingbabyfever!" He said it so quickly that you didn't even realise what came out of his mouth.

"What? One of the boys has a fever?" Your eyes widened.

Rúben let out a sigh. "It's not them, it's me."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You have a fever?" You took a step closer and put up your hand on his forehead. "You're not even warm. What are you talking about?"

Rúben grabbed your hand from his forehead and placed it over his heart. "It's not that kind of fever."

You were feeling pretty stupid because you didn't understand what he was trying to say. "Is there any other kind of fever?" You were getting frustrated. "You're not making any sense."

He cupped your face and looked at you. "I'm having baby fever." He said slowly. You went numb at his words. "Seeing you holding Bernardo's daughter, and the fact that he has a baby girl, made me think how good you would look holding a girl half you, half me in your arms."

"I don't..." You didn't knew what to say.

"I know we said we're done having kids and I'm not trying to change your mind or anything, but this is hitting me harder than I thought it would."

"You know how bad I felt when having Miguel. I'm scared it'll happen again."

"I know babe, I know."

"Even if we attempted to do so, he cannot order for a girl." Rúben looked down and nodded. You felt bad for him. Being a girl's dad was all he wanted, but it terrified you to think of becoming pregnant again. "I'm sorry, that sounded way too rude."

"No, it's okay. I mean you're right, we can't choose what gender to have." He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head. "I only told you because I can't lie to you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You just caught me off guard, that's all."

"I know." He mumbled an apology and kissed your head one last time. "Let's go to bed."

It had been two months since that night. Rúben didn't bring up the subject again and neither did you. But you would be lying if you hadn't been thinking about another pregnancy.

"Is it really okay to leave her with you?" Ines asked for the hundredth time. She and Bernardo were going out for the first time since their daughter's birth, and you had offered yourself to look after her. "Isn't Rúben going to act, I don't know… weird?"

You chuckled. "He knows she's staying here. It's okay, don't worry."

"Are both of you doing well? Has he said anything again?"

"He didn't say anything else, but…" You ran your hand through your hair and let out a sigh. You sat down in front of her in the living room. "I need to talk with someone before I explode."

"What is it?"

You looked back to see if your kids were listening to the conversation. "Since that night, every time we have sex, he doesn't finish… you know… inside me."

"What? Wait, aren't you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"So why… Have you asked him why?"

You stood up and began pacing back and forth. "He told me he didn't feel comfortable and needed some time, but that was two months ago. The sex is still mindblowing, he's the same lover he has ever been, but I want him to.. yeah."

"Maybe you should tell him. You've been together since kids. You know him better than anyone, he'll understand."

Rúben opened the apartment door and was greeted by the delicious aroma of your cooking. The sound of his kids' laughter filled the house, bringing a smile to his face. He placed his bag at the entrance and walked down the hallway. As soon as Thiago and Miguel noticed him, they jumped up from the sofa where they were watching TV and rushed to greet him.

"Dad!" Rúben bent down and kissed their foreheads.

As the timer of the oven beeped, Rúben noticed that you were having a hard time juggling the baby and the food. He immediately stepped in and offered his help.

"Let me help you!" You turned around, surprised to hear him. You hadn't noticed him come in. You let him take the baby from your arms and you quickly took the food from the oven. "Hi, beautiful!"

As you placed the food on the table, you turned your head to see Rúben carefully holding the baby in his strong arms. The baby looked even tiny against his chest. He was speaking to her in a gentle and soothing tone, his voice sounding sweeter than usual as he smiled.

That was the moment you knew you were screwed!

"Oh fuck!" You mumbled to yourself.

It was like your bubble of illusion had shattered. Suddenly the memories of Rúben holding your kids when they were just little babies, made you come to the realisation that he wasn't the only one wanting to have more kids.

You were so afraid that a new pregnancy would be a repeat of the last one, that you couldn't even envision what you truly desired: a large family.

"You okay?" He asked you. "You're pale."

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." You said. "Dineer's ready!"

You and Rúben were cleaning the kitchen in silence when Bernardo and Ines came to pick up their daughter and when they left it was like the house had become a bit more empty and so did you. Rúben noticed that you were very quiet and asked the boys to go play in their room for a while.

He approached you, hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "What's wrong? You're very quiet today."

"It's nothing, gorgeous. Just tired."

"Is that our excuse for everything?" He turned you around and lifted you on the counter. He got between your legs and kissed you passionately and slowly. "What's in that head of yours?"

You put your arms around his neck. "Do you really want to have more kids?"

Rúben moved his head away from your neck and furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

You let out a sigh. "Today, seeing you taking care of Bernardo's daughter, made me realise how much I miss having a baby that small. Seeing you with a baby that small."

"What does that mean?" His heart was racing.

"It means I miss having your babies." Rúben's smile could light up a room. "But that doesn't mean I'm not terrified of the pregnancy."

He cupped your face. "You know I'm always here for you."

"I know and that was never in question. But at the end of the day, I'm the one pregnant."

"Babe, if you don't want another kid, that's okay."

"But I do!" You jumped from the counter, frustrated. "I do want to have more kids. Have you looked at yourself? Who wouldn't want to have your kids?" Rúben crossed his arms over his chest and laughed. "Shut up, Dias!"

"It's your call, babe. It's your body."

You groaned and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the bedroom. "I'm going to talk with my doctor first. But in the meantime we can practice."

"You know the kids are still awake, right?"

"We can be quick and quiet for now."

9 months later

"Congratulations, Y/a. It's a girl." You cried even more, realising that your baby girl was finally in your arms.

"We did it!"

"She's beautiful, just like you." Rúben pushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. "I love you."

“Ruben.” You choked out, the grip he had on your throat was tight, but not enough to hurt you. the brutal pace he had set, hitting all the right spots, his length pounding into you relentlessly.

His cock stretched your walls so perfectly.

Your body pressed into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets. shattered whimpers leaving your lips, that’s all that you could get out at this point.

The pleasure took over your body, it felt too good. Tears formed in your eyes, not because he was hurting you, but because the way he fucked you felt so good.

Your boyfriend stared down at you, eyes dark and a smirk spread across his face. “Am I fucking you too good?” His hand still wrapped around your throat, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filled your ears.

Unable to verbally answer him in that moment, you nodded your head quickly, your tiny hand wrapped around his wrist as you cried out.

Finally you were able to gather your words, “So, so good.” You cry out. Your back arched off the mattress, your chest pressed against his. Your watery eyes staring back into his.

He leaned down, placing sloppy kisses against your lips, it was messy, but you loved it.

You loved this side of him; the way he dominates you, the way he’s so rough yet gentle with you at the same time

His cock continuing to slam into your pussy, mercilessly.

“another flower from your daughter, isn’t it?”

rúben could hear one of the coaching staffs commented pep as the spaniard walked in with a huge bouquet of varied flowers on his arms, almost blinding the old man’s sight for direction. pep only laughed to answer his staff’s clarificatory question because it had indeed become a habit for that particular daughter of his to send a humongous array of flowers to her father whenever he and his team won something.

last night happened to be the time when the team had won another EPL title. thus, the biggest arrangement being sent to her father’s office. it was funny for some as she always matches the size to the prestigious level of a trophy.

but of course the entire building loves her. she’d sent each and everyone in this building a bouquet, directly to their houses, albeit in smaller size than the ones delivered for her father. but still, complete with the words hard work always pays off. congratulations, champions! typed perfectly in the middle of the card.

being a florist, she’d also send a basket to anyone who was celebrating with carnations, anyone who was newly having kids with hydrangeas, anyone who was injured with sunflowers.

but him.

he’d like to think himself as someone not petty so no—it wasn’t because he didn’t get a bouquet for himself. he could buy himself one so big the smell would’ve made him throw up for days if a mere basket of flowers was his problem. he just didn’t understand why people couldn’t see how she acted beyond the artificial care and love she’d faked behind those flowers.

rúben was probably the only one who couldn’t relate towards all of the love directed towards her. he could only hope the people would soon belief what he’d gone through, as everybody thought he was crazy for saying she was cold, aloof and rather unfriendly as of late.

as of late being the key word here because god damnit, they used to be so… close? well, he thought they were close but it seemed that for her, they were amicable at best. because one day, she just started to shut him off and she wasn’t shy to show him that. and only to him, no one else. no one of close friends would—and could—do that overnight.

it was similar to those mean girls kind of story plot where you know she’d give you scrutiny so directly but so indirectly in the eyes of everyone else. except that the ending was no where near, unfortunately, for she was now sporting off the cold shoulder to him throughout the whole EPL celebratory party.

rúben was inclined to believe she intended to rile him up even, as she danced the night away with those crazy drunkards he called his teammates. jack, kyle, john amongst the name. he prides himself in moderate amount every time he drinks and he intends to keep it while he’s still an active athlete, but fucking hell did he want to drink till his head bang in the same rhythm as the bass pounding the dance floor.

he just wanted to barge in the midst of the group and had fun with her, just like they used to back when he was still in his freshman year on the etihad side. if she didn’t like it, then good. it gave him the chance for confrontation of whatever it is she was doing.

fuck it, he’d said to himself as he got up from his seat, tired of being the sober friend to a bunch of kids. might as well have my fair share of fun, even if it didn’t involve getting her into the picture.

but in all honesty, she’d seen this move of his. this was what solidified her justification of staying away from him. the moment he was bored out of his mind, that was when he started preying for another long-legged bimbo to bring home.

she could only pray for the woman’s well-being afterwards because she’d learned it the hard way.

for her, rúben was siren personified. he’d talk his way to your pants, feeding you to his soul until you’re left dry. thank god he didn’t make it way past the whole sexual thing—she’d kept him at bay for so long that he’d got bored and the moment she was about to give in was the moment she found out about him moving on.

that night, when she dropped by his house for an impromptu netflix and chill session, when she was ready to accept whatever his advances that night. only for his leading lady to greet her by the door, wearing only lingerie and his shirt unbuttoned.

despite them going apart now, it never soothed her heartbreak.

but she had to see him all the time, thanks to her father’s job. that fact upset her beyond belief that she couldn’t seem to escape him. especially when everyone talks highly of him, when everyone loves him.

there were so many times she wanted to spill out the hot tea but she resisted because it wouldn’t do any good—for her, for him, for her father, for anyone. people would take her as a bitter bitch that didn’t get the dick, she’d held higher regards for herself than to stoop so low.

“let him go and have fun with me.”

the club’s lightning was too dark for her to make out who the hell that was, whispering behind her like he had the world in his palm. obnoxious dick, she’d muttered to herself.

“what did you just say?”

“go away.”

men, couldn’t take a no for his answer as he grabbed her wrist rather harsh, trying to exert some power over her. “no, you didn’t—"

“she said go away, mate,” weird how she knew it was rúben standing behind her before she could see him. “which part of that sentence did you not understand? should i cut off your hands instead?”

the stranger tried to hard not to be intimidated by rúben’s stare but his grip on her hands said the otherwise. “you wouldn’t.”

“would you like to try?”

if she wasn’t just assaulted by the man, she would’ve taken a pity because rúben seething anger and deep distaste like you’re a disgusting human being that doesn’t deserve to live wasn’t something she’d like to experience herself.

“are you okay?”

she didn’t realise she was watching the man scurried off as if he’d caught on fire when rúben went ahead and touched her herself. she’d froze at her place, not knowing where to stand because his hand was placed exactly where the unwanted touch happened—partly she got reminded of what had just happened to her, partly she’d gladly take rúben’s touch over anyone else she didn’t know of.

“hey, you’re okay?”

she couldn’t comprehend what was happening and it felt suffocating to be the centre of everyone’s attention, so she dashed for the restroom for a bit of space.

“talk to me,” she could hear rúben’s voice from the other side of the door, solid 10 minutes after she entered the loo. he’d understood, she whispered to herself as if it was a wonder rúben was smarter than he let on. “please say you’re okay.”

as if she didn’t know the rúben that deserted her for another woman.

god, she hated him for doing this to her. “go away, rúben!”

“like hell i will,” he spat ferociously behind the doors that it startled her. but the soft voice that followed after was more shocking it ran shivers down her back. “i need to know you’re okay.”

the caring thought that laced his words didn’t escape her because she knew, no matter of an asshole rúben was, rúben was always genuine with his words. it was his past actions and the difference between actions and words that scarred her for life—well, at least up until now.

but it was enough for her to choose to shut up instead of acting based on her turmoil of emotions. she’d silently tidy up, fixing her hair and lipstick, while watching the women coming out of the loos one by one till it was only her left. in hope he’d left if she stayed inside for far too long for his liking, then she could sneak out of this place from the backdoor.

all plans were shattered, though, when the door slammed wide open and revealed rúben bulldozing his way inside like a monster truck exhibition. the veins on his arms and neck was bulging angrily, as angry as his face.

“what the fu—”

“i said i need to know you’re okay,” after he spit the words as if that should be obvious to her, he then proceeded to lock the door behind him. “didn’t you hear?”

cowards, afraid anyone walk on you in a woman’s bathroom? “i did, but it doesn’t mean i have to answer you.”

“puta madre,” if she didn’t hold on to the painful memory he’d learned spanish from the ex-girlfriend she met one night too long ago, she’d go meek and weak at his impeccable multilingual tongue. “you’re so frustrating! why is it so hard for you to tell me so?”

“why do want to know?”

“because some asshole just groped you in the ass!” one of his hands shot towards her direction, gesturing from her head to toe in frustration. of her not seeing his point. “surely you’re not okay. no one is after such terrible event.”

“there, you said it youself. i’m not okay,” she rolled her eyes at his reply, hands folding in front of her chest. “why do you care, anyway?”

he shot him a look that was scaring her, and not of the violence he was capable of doing. “do i have to have a reason to care about you?”

“go back in there, rúben,” she tried to stand her ground, faking a rather tired expression when, in fact, she was masking her fear as he dared himself to step closer to her direction. “your drunk friends need your care more than i do.”

his eyes remained intense, burning her down as if she was merely a clothing to burn, as he stepped in front of her. his strong aura forced her to look up at him, and she tried to put some defiance into it in order to show she was in control. or trying to.

“but i don’t care about them,” he lowered his voice as he didn’t see the need to speak louder when his opponent was right under his nose. he knew he’d got her when she shifted her stance from the right leg to her left one. “i care about you.”

the statement obviously caught her off guard, as outmost surprised laced the pair of eyes that—luckily—resembled her mother more. rúben took the chance to close down the gap between their lips, as fast as lightning before she changed her mind, goading her to open up.

as soon as he heard her groaning in surrender, the inside of him ignited in delight. rúben pushed more than what she thought she could give, for he knew she could give more than she thought. his effort drove her to the edge of the sink behind her and she grunted at the crash against the porcelain, but bloody hell the sound effected rúben so much he felt blood rushing south and adrenaline took over his brain.

he’d lifted her up and placed her on the sink in a pace so swift she’d only managed to blink once. he’d slid his hands down her calf, up north towards the rim of her sundress, and she gasped at his ardent touch. felt so hot against the air conditioner of a room so big but only filled with the two of them.

rúben took the liberty to explore her mouth the moment the passage was opened. despite having his eyes closed, he savoured each and every stroke he made for the mental map of hers and he savoured the feeling of her hands sliding everywhere her hands could reach in desperation to hold on for herself while her body unconsciously gave away her control the moment rúben touched the edges of her panties.

she’d arched her back so flexibly rúben had to pull back a bit and admired the crescent shape she was bending herself to be. but not even the moon could compare with the beauty puny in his hands, with pink mauve lipstick smeared lightly and dishevelled hair against the mirror.

“god, you’re beautiful,” and it was all it took for her to sit up and grab his shirt to forcefully meet her lips halfway.

and for rúben, nothing was sexier than when a woman tried to put up a fight against him, even after well-knowing he’d win anyway. so he’d let her think she won, nuzzling his nose downwards, smelling her perfume, her body odour and her desperation all in one. he’d left kisses on his way down, the same moment his hands peeled down the flimsy strap of her sundress, and he swore he’d never touch finer things than the shape of her.

he’d palmed every surface his hands could reach, and took every choked breaths she emitted from his touch. but when he touched the centre of her underwear and felt the drip she was heavily producing, he’d become a goner. he couldn’t take it anymore.

without detaching his lips from her healthy skin, he pulled back an inch to give himself space to undo his pants. when she realised this, she’d drop her hands from his hair and shoulder to help him stash away the jeans. they laughed at this somehow, before they turned muted when rúben dias junior was out of the cage, standing tall and unwavering like him.

the anticipation killed him because jesus christ, with the desire running down her face, he wouldn’t be able to do much anymore. so he kissed her before she could have any second thoughts while his hands aligned himself to her. the first skin-to-skin contact left them breathless, in every literal sense of the word, and rúben could see what she was feeling before she could say anything. the way she closed her eyes in ecstasy as he slipped himself inside of her couldn’t lie.

“oh shit,” he’d read normally women was the only who went all goo at a drop to a man’s voice, but this time rúben could piss himself hearing her doing it. “that feels so good.”

eyes closed, slow pants coming out of that gaping mouth and fucking hell she looks amazingly sexy. and she feels like how she looked like, good god. rúben couldn’t stop his hands from grabbing the sides of her face, some hairs scrunched in them, accidentally closing some parts of her mouth but it didn’t stop her from letting out hot, broken breaths when rúben started moving out of her.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” the portugese giant nipped the bottom lips that looked so juicy from all the kisses exchanged between them, from him. “all for me, huh?”

“yes, you—oh!” she yelped like a siren when rúben slammed himself back to her. “do it right, rúben. do me right.”

rúben didn’t need further command to that, for sure.

she moaned so disgustingly dirty as he guided his cock back and forth, inside and out the now-slick fold, to the brink of heaven on earth. every time he pulled out, she’d moan in pleading, desperate to have all of him inside of her that anyone hearing her whimper would definitely take a pity on her.

“fuck! right there!” she screamed in pleasure as she held rúben’s wrist that was holding her in the face and she wasn’t lying about it. with the way she was rocking his girth and the pressure she’d put on her grip, she was close to the edge. “right there, right there!”

“come on, baby. let go for me.”

fuuuuuuck! ugh, fuck, fuck!

“oh yes, that’s right, baby,” he was now panting so hard the mirror above her was now covered in mist, but how could he stop himself when he looked down and there was the most amazing sight he’d set his eyes on. he ended where she began and she ended where he began. “that’s my girl.”

something inside of her clicked like the electric circuit and all the sudden it was black. but not a frightening blackout, more like black with stars on the back of her head. “fuck, rúben—”

rúben?

rúben dias?

the moment her brain registered the voice indeed belong to rúben dias, she went completely still that rúben had to break her moment. “hey, what’s wrong?”

she badly wished the earth could swallow her right now. the girth still inside of her be damned.

she pressed the crescent eyelids he’d come to love, for they looked as pretty as the moon outside, in a manner rúben didn’t want to know why. because it looked like she didn’t want to open her eyes to meet his. because it looked like regret.

“baby—”

“don’t, rúben.”

she cut him off with the sharpest blade available under her arsenal, her intonation, and at that moment it felt like those film moments when he froze after she stabbed her, digesting the pain and the shock that blanketed the moment.

“what did i do wrong?”

“this, rúben,” and she clenched her jaw, as if it pained her. as if it didn’t pain him to look at the expression she was sporting on her face now—here comes the old, cold you, rúben regretfully noted. “this is what’s wrong. what are you thinking?”

and there was the pair of eyes he loved, for they always speak the truth words lie about. but this time, rúben wished she didn’t open them, for they always speak the truth words lie about, and this time eyes and mouth were seething with anger.

“am i just another rebound for you?”

now that was a serious accusation. “where the hell does that come from?”

“you don’t like me, rúben,” if she wasn’t spitting stupid thoughts, rúben would certainly take the pleasure to fawn over her fiery stance right now. nothing pleased him more than putting people down to follow the order, and she certainly exuded rebellion from her eyes alone. “you never do.”

his large hand jumped to pull her face upwards to face him, rather powerfully to show who’s the boss and she just crossed the line. the movement caused his dick to slide back deeper into her, unexpectedly that she had to hold herself from moaning at the feeling—this feeling as a whole, more likely—but the distance he eliminated between them allowed him to inhale her suppressed whimper.

peering down to her in an arrogance manner she wanted to wipe from the faces of the earth, rúben raised his left eyebrow, challenging her back. “if i don’t like you, why did i just fuck your brains out?”

“as i said—”

“rebounds, you say?” and he didn’t intend to let her speak, as he instead pulled her closer to him by the waist. the sensation he could pull out of her mouth was the only thing he allowed between them, broken gasps and all. “if you know me as well as you think you are, then tell me,”

her chest was burning at the sensation he was whispering so close to her, inhaling what she exhaled, inhaling what he exhaled. on fire at the sensation of him pulling out slowly from her at the same time the hand on her waist travelled inside, towards the aching clit deprived of the friction from his groin.

“tell me, baby,” god, rúben wanted to close off the gaping mouth, as shut as the fluttering eyelids. “have you ever heard of me doing that? have you ever seen me, with your own eyes, doing that?”

“rúben—”

his hand was so close yet so far, caressing the insides of her thighs, and she hated the fact she needed him to touch her. now, or else she’d combust. “answer me.”

“no—”

“there you go,” and there was the satisfaction he’d recognised from the arch of her back and neck, as he hurled himself back to her soft spot, allowing him to pepper kisses along the underside of her chin, down along her throat, nailing her in her place further. “god, if only you knew…”

only when rúben pulled away from the space in the middle of her decolletages did she open her eyes once more, and she was rendered rather speechless at how rúben was looking at her. she was almost scared to ask but knew she needed the answer. “knew what?”

“it’s maddening,” the hand in her face moved to a different angle, now his forefinger was tracing the edges of her lips. the very one he destroyed with the harsh, heated kisses they exchanged. his artwork. “how much you consume my very being.”

before her heart could leap out of its place, rúben kissed her lips once more with so much fervour and everything else remained in his body. different to their earlier kisses full of lust, this one was lingering but unspeakable feeling and passion and lust and love.

love?

whatever they were feeling certainly wasn’t love, was it? they hate each other, for fuck’s sake.

“eyes on me, querida,” rúben’s voice snapped her thoughts away and she obeyed him, forgetting how easy it was to spare this particular man the hatred. before she saw that ex-girlfriend of his on the doorsteps, before she resorted to her self-defence mechanism.

“hello, there,” and he felt her melting away, as he recognised the whimpers she let out this time while he was rocking their boat in rhythm back and forth was nothing sort of what she gave 15 minutes ago. “there’s the eyes i love the most.”

love?

but before her mind could drift somewhere else, rúben finished off what he started. he drove her to the end fast and without mercy this time, leaving him helpless under his control of pace. his hand was no longer feathering the skin, they’d made themselves useful by dipping into the blossoming bud between rúben and her. the crude touch against her soft, plump crown was the striking contrast she needed to release herself for the second time, all frustration and thoughts were now focused on the finishing line. so focused that she didn’t feel herself shaking, trembling as rúben assaulted all of her senses—his kiss, his touch, his smell, his drive.

rúben sensed her going weaker from his all-out attack, not wanting to hold back himself either, not when he finally had her within his whim. he took her hands to curl them behind his neck and pulled up her knees so he could lift her up before turning their position around. he was now sitting on the lid of the toilet nearby while she sunk down on him and good fucking lord did she wrap him, all of his 9-inches, so tightly and so deeply like she was made for him.

and she felt it, too, for she sling her arms on his shoulder, hanging for her dear life. rúben couldn’t help but pull her in his grasp, closer than before—no air, no space between them—and the feeling of conjoining with her altogether almost undid him before her he had to stop himself from moving. rúben rested his head on her chest, wanting to calm himself down first as he placed open-mouthed kisses and nips on the outline of her nipples, but the action seemed to turn her on as he felt her clenching around him.

“fuck, don’t stop,” he involuntarily said, and she took it as an invitation to take the wheel from him and ride them out. “fuck, baby. fuck yes, i’m coming.”

“oh, yes, yes, yes!” she’d screamed as rúben manoeuvred her hips back and forth. combined that with the sinful components of his mouth against her breast, licking and sucking the sensitive bud like there was no tomorrow, it didn’t take long for her to reach her, by far, most satisfying high. “oh joder, rúben!”

she’d relish the feeling of soaring high in the sky all over again as she came down to earth. rúben was already holding her by the waist and a small part of her back so she didn’t crumble down trembling messily, small kisses were already scattered all over the hollow part on her shoulder blades, like he didn’t care if she just pulled out his hair so hard she was now afraid he’d catch up to her father’s balding.

“i love you,” but this time she didn’t go all ice on him. “i’m sorry i made you think the otherwise.”

and rúben, being the perfect gentleman, proved how sorry he was by sending her a bouquet of flower the next day. her, a florist, a bunch of imported fresh white tulips before she could wake up and go to the flower market early in the morning. how he did that when it wasn’t tulip season, she didn’t know, and the effort didn’t pass as overlooked by her eyes.

yes, the effort of scouting the rare tulips, but most of all the effort he’d go just to saywhat the flowers implied; i’m sorry. just like his words.

“Is your missus here tonight?” John asked his best mate Rúben, from across the room, as all Manchester City players were getting dressed in their kits and were preparing to attend the Uefa Champions League final tonight. Rúben turns away from his locker, trying to brush out a crease that had formed in his shorts. 

“Yes, she flew with the kids. They landed, like two hours ago.” He tells him, going to the mirror to begin fussing with his hair, even though he would just be pushing it back out of his face anyway. “This puts even more pressure. I’m basically obliged to perform well.” 

“She flew alone with two kids for what four hours?” Bernardo joins the conversation, grinning at Rúben. “She is a wonder woman.” 

“She definitely is!” John agrees, walking over to pat Rúben's shoulder comfortingly but he shakes his head, already nervous at the idea of his kids watching him. After the loss in the final 2021 and in the semi’s in 2022, Rúben promised his family to win the next time around. And now it was hitting him hard - he never breaks his promises. The pressure was definitely skyrocketing through the roof. 

*

It all happened very fast. You needed a couple of seconds to process that Rodri in fact had scored a beautiful goal. Which meant that City took the lead 1-0. There were approximately 20 more minutes and if City were able to handle the tension, that meant that the guys would complete a treble. You knew what that meant to them, to Rúben. Everything was at a very high stake. Your stomach was in knots and your leg bobbed up and down with anxiousness as you were looking at the clock, counting down the seconds until the end of the match, until the referee's final whistle. 

After what felt like the longest extra time that you’ve experienced in a match it was finally over, when the end of the match was announced everybody in the VIP sector (the families of the players) stood up and raised their arms in joy, cheering in excitement. 

“George. Azlia. Come on! Let’s go congratulate daddy!” you took them by their hands and somehow managed to get down to the pitch. 

The three of you push your way through the crowd on the soccer field. It was hard for you to see the way in the ocean of bodies. Then John taps lightly on your shoulder and points at a gap you can pass through. That’s when you see him. He has his back turned to you, engaged in conversation with a staff member. He doesn’t see you, but it’s like he feels you coming, and turns around, his gaze landing to you. Without looking back at the man behind him, he excuses himself and starts making his way over to you. 

“Papai!” George screams as he breaks away from your hand and runs to your husband, obviously he can't contain his excitement anymore. Rúben kneels down to be on the same level as him and he runs straight in his arms. You picked up Azlia as she was struggling to keep up with your pace with her little feet, because you wanted to get to Rúben faster. 

As you finally reach him you walk right into his open arms, your hands fisting his jersey. It feels so good to be holding him. 

“You did it! I’m so, so, so proud of you, amor! You did so good! I’m so happy for you! A treble, wow..unbelievable!” you said quite loudly in his ear with a smile that hurt your cheeks. 

You raised your head a little and he bent down a little, so you could share a kiss. As you pulled away, you gave him a kiss to the side of his mouth and ran your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Eu te amo, meu amor.” he said to you, looking directly into your eyes wanting to look into them forever. 

Not breaking eye contact you replied just a heartbeat later “Te amo mais.” 

“Da-da,da-..” Azlia babbled in your arms, reminding you guys of her existence. 

“Eu também te amo, princesa.” Rúben said as he kissed her chubby cheeks. 

*

The awarding took place very quickly. You moved away with the rest of the wives, girlfriend and family members of the players and found yourself jumping from conversation to conversation. Everyone was so excited. Except the kids. They didn’t understand what was happening and just ran away the second the ceremony was done. 

You were frantically looking for Azlia when you felt two big, strong hands on your waist, bringing you into a hug from behind. 

“What are you doing, love?” Rúben asked with amusement. 

“I’m looking for Azlia! I can’t find her! George ran away with Roman and Riaan, and I swear Azlia was standing right beside me and now she is gone.” you said while turning in his arms, to face him. 

“Baby she is a one-and-a-half-year-old, with tiny little legs. How far can she go?” he chuckled, as you continued to search for her with your eyes. 

“Oh, there she is. Taking pictures with the other kids.” you finally spotted her, taking a picture with Kyle, his sons and Ronnie. 

“Baby, chill. These kids are having the time of their lives. They can’t stay in the same position for more than 10 seconds. Look at them running around!” Rúben assured you. That made you smile, but not as much as when you watched Ronnie chasing Azlia around and the two pig tails on top of her hair were bouncing with every step she took.

“Aww, look babe, Ronnie is showing Azi his medal. How cute!” you pointed at them for Rúben to see. 

“He is now putting his medal on her..” Rúben stated quite shook “Yo, Foden, watch your son!” he then shouted in Phil’s direction, who stood all the way to the other side of the pitch. 

“Rúben! Oh my God! Baby..they are kids..” you hit his chest lightly, bursting into a fit of giggles. 

Rain tapped against the windows of your bedroom, and you slowly stirred awake; you opened your eyes in the greyish light, and your heart immediately skipped a beat at the sight you were presented with: Rúben’s face was so close to yours that your noses could touch with just a slight movement of your own. He was sleeping on his back, his chest deeply raising and falling with each breath he took; his left arm was by his side, hand resting just above his left hip, while his right arm was under your head; it was probably numb by now, seen as you woke up pretty much in the exact, same position you fell asleep the night before.

You slowly moved your body towards him, resting your weight on your elbows and finally setting his arm free, careful not to wake him up. He had a big game tonight and you knew he needed the rest.

He sighed in his sleep, as he perceived that he could move his arm again, and he moved it immediately to circle your waist under the covers, losing no time and no chance to keep you as close as he could. His face scrunched up in concentration as he did so, and you couldn’t help but find his expression adorable.

Smiling, you slowly raised your right hand to smooth the creases that formed on his forehead, and when you saw his face relax, you lowered your body on the bed once again, resting your cheek on his shoulder this time.

Your fingers gently caressed the smooth skin of his chest, dancing along his left collarbone, then in the middle of his neck, and then along his right collarbone; your eyes were fixed on his beautiful facial features: his now relaxed forehead and the disheveled hair, his closed eyes with those long lashes you envied so much, his nose and his defined cheekbones, his full lips, and that beard of his… he was perfection.

As you absentmindedly admired him, Rúben turned to his side; he was still asleep, but he was fully facing you now. The arm that circled your body tightened its hold on you, while his left hand moved from his hip to yours. You could tell it wouldn’t be long before he was fully awake, as his left hand travelled down your thigh and moved it over his hip, letting you feel every single inch of him.

His breathing hitched as his hard on pressed against your core, and you too sighed at the contact, even if there were still two layers of fabric separating the two of you.

“Hmm…” he groaned as he opened his deep brown eyes, “Well, good morning…”

“Morning baby…” you smiled, bumping your nose against his, and softly scratching his beard.

He bumped your nose back with his, before he pecked your lips, once, twice, grinning before he pressed his lips to yours once again, kissing you deeply, sighing into the kiss and breathing you in as if he missed you during his sleep. With your lips still attached to his, he didn’t wait anymore to roll your bodies over, and you ended up straddling him.

“God,” he smirked up at you, eyes still heavy with sleep, “I love waking up like this, with you…”

“You do hm?” you asked him, as you lowered your face to kiss him.

“I do,” he breathed as soon as your mouth moved to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, “I hate when I have to leave early in the morning to go training, I hate leaving you all alone in our big bed…” a low growl erupted from the back of his throat, “…I hate that I’m not here to give you a proper good morning kiss, or something better…”

“But you’re here now,” you smiled before you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips, “aren’t you?”

“I am…” he rasped, before he sat up to kiss you.

He was there with you indeed, and you could feel him everywhere around you: his breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips ghosting your pulse, his hands slowly travelling down your back, starting from between your shoulder blades and ending on your hips as he guided your grinding movements.

“You know we shouldn’t,” you whispered, already hooked on the feeling of him, “not before tonight’s game…” you murmured against his lips, those same lips that travelled up from your neck to kiss you again, and again.

“It’s still early in the morning, and the game is tonight…” he tried to convince you, moving his right hand to the front of your panties and placing his thumb directly over your clit, “I’ll have plenty of time to recover…”

“This is not fair…” you half whined as you moved your hips in sync with his thumb.

“What?” Rúben smirked, gazing at your facial expression through half hooded eyes.

“You trying to persuade me like this…” you gulped as he applied a more intense pressure.

“Okay, you’re right.” he cleared his throat, before he raised his hands in surrender, letting you long for his touch on you once again, “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

“It might be too late for that…” you leaned your face closer to his, watching as he gulped while you felt him twitch under you.

“Where are you going?” he rasped as he watched you get out of bed.

“Just lay down…” you told him as you gently pushed on his chest, feeling his heart hammer under your touch; you smirked as you heard him swearing while he looked at you getting undressed for him.

You couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours, already missing the close contact between your bodies and already longing for an even closer one, so you kneeled between his parted thighs before you straddled his hips once again.

“You’re so beautiful bebê…” he groaned as he touched your naked breasts, toying with your hardened nipples as you rolled your head back because of his blazing touch, “So beautiful and all mine.”

“I want you Rúben,” you whimpered, wanting to feel his hands all over you once again, “please…” you pleaded while you freed his dick from his tight boxers, taking him by surprise as you wrapped your small hand around him.

“Fuck bebê,” he moaned, closing his eyes shut at the feeling of your hand gently stroking his cock, “don’t stop…” he was the one pleading this time, but he didn’t waste any time before his fingers were making sure you were wet enough for him, and he let out a low moan as he felt that you were more than ready for him to fuck you.

Rúben kissed you hungrily, panting and moaning softly in your mouth as you were still stroking him; then he gently removed your hand from him, lowering his boxers enough to be comfortable, before he wrapped his hand around his dick and slowly lowered you down on it.

“Oh Rúbenn…” you softly moaned as he stretched you out, filling you perfectly as he always did.

“You feel amazing baby, fuck,” he sighed, feeling lightheaded from the way your walls wrapped around him, “so wet for me, so perfect.”

“You are,” you panted, starting to move above him, riding him slowly, teasingly, “you are perfect Rúben, fuck!”

His hands were all over you once again, just like his lips, that were attached to your breasts, to your neck, and to your face; your senses were in overdrive as you could feel his touch everywhere, and the slow rhythm of your movements did nothing to help your case, if anything it pushed you closer and closer to your high.

Rúben wasn’t doing better, if it can be said. Your soft skin and your scent were intoxicating him; the sight of you riding him and chasing both of your highs didn’t help him at all, not to mention the feeling of your walls that started to contract around him, as if they were calling him in, inviting him to just let go.

“Are you close baby?” Rúben asked you, his hoarse voice alone making you moan out loud, “I can feel how close you are…”

“Please baby, please Rúben I need you…” you breathed, pleasure already fogging your brain, “I need you…” you repeated as you took his hand and placed it between your bodies, letting him know what you wanted from him.

As soon as Rúben’s fingers started to circle your clit, you threw your head back breathing a desperate “fuck” to let him know this what what you needed. And Rúben would have cum right there and then at the mere sight of you: seeing you like this, all his and lost in the pleasure he was giving you was definitely making him lose it.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back and to wait for you to cum before letting go. But he wasn’t ready to meet your burning gaze once he opened his eyes once again, and you weren’t going to look away. You stared into his eyes, into his soul, as you took his face in your hands as you started to ride him faster and harder.

“Bebê I’m not gonna last long if you keep this up,” Rúben whined, the strain in his voice telling you he was clearly holding back, “fuck, slow down, I want you to cum first-”

“I want you to cum with me,” you breathed, “cum with me Rúbenn…”

“Fuck you’re so gorgeous, fuck!” he growled as he helped you ride out your orgasm, and finishing inside you as he did so, “Fuck baby…” he sighed as he tried to gain control over his breathing once again.

He gently laid you down on the bed, before he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. He was always so caring and always paying attention to you, and this morning it was no different.

“We should do this more often…” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, once he laid down next to you.

“You’re right indeed,” he chuckled as he kissed your cheek, “but what am I gonna tell to your beloved Pep?”

“Tell him to just postpone your morning sessions,” you shrugged as you heard him laughing, “by an hour or maybe two…” you wiggled your eyebrows as you tangled your fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Two hours hm?” Rúben breathed, his mouth dangerously close to yours, “We still have time then!” he laughed as he rolled your bodies over, laying on top of you, between your parted thighs.

“Time for what??” you smiled up at him, caressing his irresistible bearded cheeks.

“Where’s my sister?” Was what a drunk John Stones had asked in vain as he looked for you in the crowd. What the Manchester City failed to understand was that you had planned out your night but not with him in a club, celebrating their win. John liked to ignore the fact that ever since your break up with Christian you had not got over the fact that he was the main reason of such decision. So you were going to make him pay for it.

“You know your brother has told the whole team not to touch you, yea?” Rúben admitted as you kissed his neck. You snorted: classic John, trying to control you and your relationships. But you weren’t letting him ruin your sweet revenge. Rúben always seemed to be the type of guy impossible to break, maybe because he followed a strict routine, a strict diet, a strict lifestyle. It turned out that everyone could, in fact, be cracked. And the Portuguese wasn’t even that hard to break.

“So what is it going to be, Rúben? Are you going to listening to my brother or are you going to fuck me?” You looked him in the eye. You had observed Rúben long enough to notice the small details about him: he liked control but he also liked people who could stand up to him, he liked being to told what to do in new situations, he liked being good at anything and he liked you. You knew the center back was only human after all and it took you a few strong eye contacts, allusive jokes and a smile to lead him into his trap.

“I think we both know the answer to that…” he smirked, his hand behind your head to pull you down and kiss your lips. You smirked, proud of yourself. This little game of yours all started back in the beginning of February when you and your ex broke up. After your brother had ruined his knee during one of the matches, you had found yourself struggling in your own relationship. Plus, John had never really liked the idea of you dating a Chelsea guy. Indeed, he tried his best to make the poor American feel at unease at every chance he got. Christmas, birthdays, easter, dinners at your parent’s. It was unbearable. No matter how many times you spoke to him about it he wouldn’t just stop it. And Christian couldn’t take it anymore.

“He doesn’t have to know after all.” Rúben whispered in your ear. He was definitely going to be the first to know about it. You thought to yourself. The Portuguese flipped the two of you over and took his sweet time undressing you. But to be fair you weren’t doing all of this just to piss off your brother. Rúben just happened to be the perfect match for a good fuck and good revenge. He took your shorts and top off and you took care of his shirt and pants.

“You’re dirty, you know that?” He chuckled when he noticed your matching set. He wasn’t stupid, he could feel your eyes on him and your body language change whenever he was around. He didn’t want to betray his friend but you had proved his mission to be impossible. What John didn’t know couldn’t hurt him after all, right?

“But you like it, don’t you?” Your hand slipped down his torso and toyed with the waistband of his boxers. Rúben shook his head and leaned down, hovering over you. The more kisses you two exchanged the more heated the situation got. You fought the urge to push him off and straddle his lap and put an end to the teasing.

“Turn around.” Was his demand as he reached for the nightstand. You smirked and did as requested, your back slightly arching as your ass came in contact with his crotch. He chuckled at your actions before you could feel his hand slap one of your cheeks. Your nails gripped the sheet out of excitement.

“You’re eager, fodasse…” he stated as he watched you squirm beneath him. You could hear him open the condom and slip it on his length. Something you wished he had let you do but there was still time. You looked over your shoulder to see what he was up to only to find him already staring at you.

“In this lif— Oh god…” you choked on your words as he bottomed out right away. Rúben looked at your head falling on the pillow and smirked, pleased with his actions.

“You were saying, anjo?” He teased you before pulling out and thrusting back in. You didn’t say anything back, just enjoyed the sounds of the skin-to-skin contacts and his groans. Rúben watched as you eagerly took him, clenching around him every time he tried to pull out.

“Fuck… You’re taking me like a good girl.” He gripped your hips and stilled your body as he moved. You moaned but everything was muffled by the pillow beneath you. You could feel him everywhere and anywhere. You imagined him to feel good but not this good.

“Oh my— God.” You cried out as he went harder and slower. The sloppy sounds coming from your wet folds were driving him insane. He could feel and see his cock covered in your juices and it made him twitch. Rúben pulled you back to him, making sure not to be too harsh. You could just hope he’d hold you tight and not drop you back on the bed because you couldn’t care for yourself at that moment.

“Letting me out of all people fuck you this good. What will your brother think when he finds out his sister can take my cock so well?” He teased you, his hand tilting your head back so that his lips were mere inches away from yours. You mumbled something incoherent and he chuckled. Ever since he had seen you in the stands rooting for his teammate he had thought about doing this. But there was always someone in the middle: your boyfriend, his girlfriend, John. Now that you were both available he couldn’t pass down the opportunity of a lifetime.

“I’m so close…” you breathed out, moving his hand from your neck to your clit. Rúben was a fast learner and he instantly caught onto your need and satisfied it. You clenched around him even harder, the stimulation making it all much better. The Portuguese struggled to keep up with his thrusts so he laid you back down before turning you around and getting back at it.

“Go on then. Let me see how pretty you look while I ruin you, anjo.” He said with a low tone. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his middle and you could see him perfectly now. His hair ruffled and messy, his eyes blown out, his hard chest full on display. Was there ever a better view?

“Yes… Fuck, yes…” you whined, squirming as you came around him. He could feel your walls clenching around him so hard it took everything in him not to cum right there. You cried out his name as he kept toying with your clit, slowly pulling out of you. You whined at the loss of contact and opened your eyes.

“You didn’t…?” You asked too fucked out to finish the sentence and he shook his head, a devilish smirk on his lips as he waited for you to recover. Surprisingly — or not— you were soon back on earth. Rúben was still towering over you but this time you were laying on your forearms.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked eagerly. You were so caught up in the moment you probably would have agreed to anything. Rúben bit his bottom lip and stared at you up and down.

“Sit on my face now.” He said before laying back down. You looked at him with a puzzled expression before doing as requested, but before you could straddle his face he stopped you.

“The other way around.” There it was, the little shit eating grin you so dearly liked. You didn’t need him to explain any further. As you sat on his face you leaned forward and came in contact with his cock, standing hard in front of you. Rúben didn’t waste a second and dove in your folds, licking up your juices and the sounds that came out of it were unholy. You didn’t waste a second as well as you took the condom off and spit on his length, working your hand on it before using your mouth.

“Oh fuck…” he grunted when he felt your warm and even tighter throat around his leaking and throbbing cock. Rúben knew he wasn’t going to last much this time. You gagged around him when you tried to fit him all in your mouth but you didn’t mind, feeling him buck your hips up every time it touched the back of your throat. Meanwhile Rúben was doing a pretty solid job between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your juices and fucking into you making you grind your hips against his face.

“M’fuck… Just like that, por favor…” he grunted against you and you did again whatever he asked. Spit and precum all over your mouth but you didn’t care, too focused on making him cum. You moaned around him when he pushed a finger inside of you.

“Shit… You’re so good…” he groaned when you teased the tip and then took him back inside. It didn’t take him much longer to cum, warning you ahead in case you didn’t want him to cum in your mouth but you took whatever he was giving you, swallowing most of it. Any sound coming from him was muffled by your thighs.

“Sit back…” he ordered a few seconds later and you couldn’t find it in you to fight him. Your pussy fully parked on his face as he did his utmost to make you cum. You had to hold onto something so you reached for the headboard behind you. Your hips uncontrollably grinding against his face as he ate you out like it was going to be the last thing he would ever do in his life.

“Oh my god… Fuck, oh-“ your second orgasm hit you harder than the first one. Rúben once again held you still as you rode out your high. You were going to need a few business days to recover from all that. Neither of you spoke for the first five minutes, you just laid next to each other and processed the whole thing.

“I’m going to need you to fuck me through the end of this year if this is what you do.” You stated which caused him to laugh. But you were both too tired to talk so you slept on it and postponed the talk for another day.

Mason had hoisted Jude up in his arms, showering his tiny head in kisses, as he cradled his godson in his arms. You’d never forget the day Lauren and Dec asked you both to be his godparents. You’d seen Mason get emotional about a lot, but seeing the way his shoulders had shook and he’d clung to Declan, had you falling deeper and harder than ever before. He loved Jude so much, sometimes even Summer got jealous, but it was so endearing for you to see. He always joked and said it was good practise for the future, and as you watched him now, your stomach fluttered, knowing you couldn’t keep your little secret for much longer.

You found Lauren, wanting to catch up with your best friend on the joys of motherhood whilst the boys wandered into the garden to try and set up the barbecue.

Lauren looked great, a little tired but she was grinning from ear to ear as she watched you play with Jude. She still had that beautiful new Mum glow, and whilst you knew she’d had a difficult pregnancy, you were happy to see motherhood looking so good on her. You had a bit of time off work, having completed all your major projects, and you and Lauren were discussing the possibility of going on a girls trip with a few of the other WAGs in a couple of weeks time, however you didn’t want to put any pressure on Lauren as you knew she’d be hesitant to leave Jude alone, even though Declan would’ve been more than capable of taking care of his son.

“You know he almost said Mama yesterday, it was the cutest thing ever” Lauren gushed, as you cooed, bouncing Jude on your lap again. You brushed a kiss to the top of Jude’s head, as he gurgled at you.

“Is that right, handsome?” You giggled, tickling his little tummy, delighted at the sound of his giggles. You swore there was crack in a baby’s laughter because even when you felt really shitty, hearing Jude giggle was enough to ooze any of your worries away.

“How are you? How have you been coping?” You asked Lauren, and whilst you genuinely wanted to know, another part of you was curious as to what to expect.

“I’m okay, we have good days and bad. It can be difficult when Dec’s on an away game, but he does so much. He’s an amazing dad” She sighed, dreamily as the pair of you glanced outside to where your boyfriends were stood trying to light the barbecue and failing miserably.

“How’s things with Mase? Is he doing any better?” Lauren asked, a sympathetic expression on her face, and you felt your shoulders relax a little, letting Jude chomp on your fingers as you smiled at your best friend.

“He’s getting there. If I hadn’t brought him here today, he would’ve just been holed up, watching the game and overthinking it all. I really worry about him sometimes, but I think getting him out has done wonders for his mental health” You admitted.

It was no secret to any of your friends and family that Mason had been having a tough time of it, it pained you to see him struggling, especially when he didn’t deserve any of it, so you were glad to see a genuine smile on your boyfriend’s face. The same smile you’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

You hoisted Jude onto your hip as you and Lauren made your way outside to get comfortable on the sun loungers.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your boyfriend, standing with a frustrated expression on his face as the pair of them attempted to figure out how to switch it on.

“Don’t quit your day job, babe” You teased, as Mason’s ears perked up, turning his head around to face you.

“Watch it you” He retorted, flicking your nose.

His eyes had immediately lit up at the sight of you with baby Jude. There was something about seeing you in that baby blue sundress, flapping about in the summer breeze with a giggly baby in your arms. He felt his heart pound, recreating the image in his head but one where you were holding his baby instead. He felt himself warm at the idea, he knew he wanted that with you, and the pair of you had discussed a future family numerous times, but the sudden want for it hit him like a truck.

“Hi there, little guy” Mason cooed, brushing his nose against Jude’s, as the little baby squealed in delight at the sight of his Uncle Mason. Your heart melted with affection, falling for him all over again as he took Jude from your arms and began to play with him. Every time you saw Mason with his nieces or with Jude, your ovaries always felt like they were going to burst. You admired him with the baby, watching as he bounced Jude up and down, his face lighting up, his smile widening more and more at Jude’s giggles.

You’d been dating for a couple of years now, having met whilst you were both teenagers. You’d done some work experience at Cobham with the welfare team, and the pair of you had struck up a friendship. Fast forward 6 years later, and you were happily dating and had just celebrated your two year anniversary. Your relationship with Mase was so easy. He was the most comforting, kind person you’d ever known, and he always put you first in everything he did. He was your bestest friend in the world, and you swore on everything you loved that’s why your relationship worked so well.

As of recently, you knew he’d been really struggling, and whilst he tried not to burden you with it, you couldn’t stand to see him suffering so much all alone. You were limited with how you could help with the contract situation, but you’d assured him that no matter what happened, you guys would figure it out.

Your focus was mainly on getting him to enjoy his day to day life again, without stressing about all the unknown variables he was facing with his career, and his long standing abdomen injury. With the season, slowly but surely coming to an end, and his surgery having gone successfully, Mase was slowly starting to return to his usual cheeky self.

You wandered over to Declan, to help switch the barbecue on, glancing at Mason every so often, watching the way he swung Jude around, playfully, tickling the little boy and making him shriek with laughter. Mason was happily chatting away with Lauren, cradling her son in his arms as he threatened not to return him. It was so nice for you to see him so relaxed and laid back.

“Been a while since we’ve seen that smile, huh?”

You were snapped out of your daydreaming by Declan, who slung an arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked over at Mason’s best friend.

“Yeah, I’ve missed it” You hummed, your voice soft as you successfully managed to get the fire burning on the barbecue. You stood with Declan for a little while longer, chatting aimlessly about the football season and the plans he had for the summer. He and Lauren were planning on taking Jude on his first little family holiday, which you were excited for. You adored listening to your best friends gush about parenthood, and seeing Mason sat on the floor of the garden, with Jude in between his thighs, crawling around as Mason played peekaboo with him made you crave the same family dynamic in your own home.

“He’s gonna be a great dad, you know” Declan murmured, as you snapped your gaze towards him.

“Yeah, he is. Isn’t he?”

Subconsciously, you placed your hand on your stomach. On the little secret you’d been keeping for a few days now because you had been trying to figure out a way to tell him. Declan, ever the observant one, noticed the little gesture, his gaze falling down to your hand. He watched as you brushed your dress down, trying to play it off.

“Oh, Y/N! Does he know?” He breathed, lowering his voice, though he couldn’t hide the excitement.

You felt your heart flutter and your eyes well up with tears as you turned to Declan. A massive smile had made its way on Declan’s face, and you could’ve swore his eyes had welled up with tears too.

“I’ve been too scared to tell him, I don’t want to put more pressure on him” You admitted, not sure why you were telling Declan of all people, as - despite how much you loved him - the boy couldn’t keep a secret for the life of him. But, it had been weighing on your mind for a few days now, and it felt good to talk to someone about it.

“I don’t know how to tell him. I don’t know if it’s something he wants right now. With everyone happening with the club, and his surgery, I just - I don’t wanna overwhelm him” You rambled, barely taking a breath, ducking your head down as a couple of tears spilled over your cheeks.

Declan wrapped his arms around you, expertly moving you around so that you were hidden from Mason’s view. He knew you wouldn’t want your boyfriend to see you like this, not right now, and thankfully Mason was distracted with Jude.

“You know he’ll be over the moon, Y/N. You’re his everything” Declan reassured you.

“He’s wanted a family with you for as long as he’s known you, and I know things have been rough, and it feels really daunting, but I promise he’ll be so happy. You have to tell him” Declan encouraged you, squeezing your shoulders. You dropped your head against his shoulder, letting Declan soothe you, as you tried to wrack your brain for a way to tell Mason.

“Oi, are you trying to steal my missus?”

You and Declan broke apart to see Mason playfully glaring at you both, balancing Jude on his thighs.

“You’re trying to steal my son” Declan snorted, as Mason giggled, hoisting Jude up in the air.

“It’s not stealing if you wanna come with your favourite uncle, is it Judey?” Mason cooed, brushing his nose against Jude’s, and you felt yourself well with emotion again. You knew he was going to be the most amazing Dad, and you knew you couldn’t keep it from him for any longer.

Lauren was leaning back against her sun lounger, enjoying the fact that she didn’t have to worry about her child or the food and could just relax and enjoy some free time. You didn’t bother disturbing her, knowing that she was exhausted and deserved the rest.

Mason wandered back over to you and Declan, as you smiled, tickling Jude’s stomach causing him to shriek with laughter. The sound of his laugh melted all your stresses away, and when you looked up, Mason’s eyes were already on you. His expression was so soft, and a smile was playing on his lips as he watched you play with Jude in his arms.

“Have you put him in his Chelsea kit yet?” Mason asked, turning to look at Declan as you continued to tickle the bottoms of Jude’s feet, giggling as he squirmed in Mason’s arms.

“Never” Declan scoffed.

“He’s gonna be a Hammer like his Daddy” Declan grinned. You rolled your eyes, knowing that the pair of them were going to start a debate about who was the better team, so you plucked Jude out of Mason’s arms, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you did so.

“You’ve gotta let him wear it at least once, Dec. Otherwise he’ll grow out of it” You reasoned, as Mason puffed his chest, happy that you were on his side.

“Yeah, besides you don’t wanna start this with me, Ricecake. We both know who’s going to win” Mason joked, as Declan rolled his eyes, sassing him right back.

You shook your head in fondness at them both before walking back to Lauren, and sitting down besides her. She’d fallen asleep under the sun and you didn’t have the heart to wake her, so you curled up next to her, and held Jude close to you, stroking his back gently as his little chubby fists tugged on your hair, you didn’t mind though. You watched him with adoration, your stomach fluttering as you thought about the fact that you had your own little baby growing in your tummy.

You felt yourself getting teary again, and you dropped a kiss to the top of Jude’s head, trying to keep your emotions in check.

The rest of the day was spent lounging about in the garden. Once Declan and Mason had finished making the burgers, and Lauren had eventually woken up from her nap. The new parents took Jude off your hands, taking him inside for his nap, and Mason came to sit besides you, wrapping an arm around your waist, as you sank into him, enjoying the warmth of his body.

“Have you had a nice time today baby?” You murmured, and Mason smiled, brushing his lips against the side of your head, peppering a couple of soft kisses.

“I have, thank you for this, angel. I really needed it” He said, his voice equally as soft as yours. You smiled, closing your eyes and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

Perhaps it was from being out in the sun all day, or maybe it was early symptoms of pregnancy, but you found yourself feeling really tired. Mason looked down at you in concern, your eyes were closed and your breathing steady, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something.

“Jude’s the cutest, isn’t he” You said, softly and he hummed, nodding in agreement.

“I love that kid, gonna turn him into a Blue on the sly” He grinned, causing you to giggle as you twisted your head around to look up at him. Mason was already looking down at you, with that same soft expression he’d been wearing all day. You were so hopelessly in love with him, just his gaze was enough to raise goosebumps on your body.

“I love you” You whispered, and Mason tipped your chin up, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

“I love you more” He responded, as you snorted into the kiss, causing him to pull away and make a face at you.

“Not everything has to be a competition, Mase” You giggled, causing him to chuckle and readjust you, so he could hold onto you comfortably. He dropped his head into your neck, peppering kisses across your shoulder, enjoying the beautiful view of the sun set and the love of his life in his arms.

When the sun had eventually set, and you, Lauren, Mason and Declan had exhausted all interesting topics, you and Mason decided it was time to head home. You hugged Lauren, thanking her for hosting you, and when you turned to Declan, he gave you a tight squeeze before whispering in your ear.

“Tell him tonight”

You pulled away from the hug, and smiled. Declan grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and giving you another tight squeeze, before bidding Mason goodbye.

The drive home was quiet, but comfortable. Mason kept his hand on your thigh, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Your head was resting on the window, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to tell him. You were nervous and scared, and as much as you didn’t want to give him something more to stress about, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold onto this. You didn’t want to do a big gesture, as you and Mason both preferred intimacy. The first time he’d told you he loved you was after he taught you how to play Fifa for the first time. Surprisingly, you’d been a pro for someone who’d never held a game controller in your life, and when you’d thrashed him 5-2, you’d expected him to be a bit of a sore loser, as you jumped up and down around him, sticking your tongue out in victory but he’d just blurted it out. You remembered the way you’d stared at him in shock, before you both burst into giggles and you told him you were in love with him too. You smiled at the fond memory.

You both got ready for bed, reminiscing the day and giggling about all the cute little things Jude had done. You took a little longer, deciding to put on a face mask, and when you were finally ready for bed, Mason was sat on the end of the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up, smiling when he saw you. You were in one of his old shirts, your hair pulled out of your face in a messy bun. It was his favourite look on you. Even after all these years, you didn’t fail to make his heart race, and after such a wholesome day, he was feeling unbelievably soft for you.

“C’mere angel” He said, your heart fluttering at that look in his eye, he held his hand out for you, and you tiptoed over, intertwining your fingers as he helped you straddle his lap. You made sure to be careful, even though the doctors had confirmed that his recovery was done and he’d been greenlit to resume all normal activities, you couldn’t help but feel nervous about causing him pain.

Mason hooked your thighs behind his waist, sliding his hands under your shirt as he traced patterns on your back, enjoying the feel of having you close as you buried your face in his neck.

“Thank you for today” He murmured, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in response, your mind still trying to come up with a way on how to tell him.

You sat in his embrace in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tracing patterns into your skin. Your nails were scratching at the base of his neck. Your heart was at peace in his embrace, and you knew that as long as you two were together, you could face anything.

“Mase, there’s something I have to tell you” You whispered, feeling a lump form in your throat as you found the courage to tell him.

Mason frowned, he was a little taken aback by your tone of voice, but he also knew that you were a chronic overthinker, so he continued rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

“What’s wrong, angel?” He asked. You leaned back, shifting on his lap so that you were facing him. His hands settled on your hips, holding you steady in place, as his eyes searched your face for some inclination on what you wanted to tell him.

“Oh gosh, okay…” You breathed, averting your eyes from his, before taking a deep breath. You felt your eyes well up with tears again, as you took a shaky breath. Mason frowned, he was starting to worry.

“Y/N, baby, you’re starting to scare me. What’s wrong?” He murmured.

“Nothing’s wrong, at least I don’t think it is, and I hope you don’t either” You breathed, looking up at him once more, your eyes shining with tears.

You didn’t know how to tell him, you didn’t know how to say the words.

“Mase, I…” You trailed off, your voice cracking.

Mason was utterly bewildered at this point. He didn’t understand what had triggered this. You had been so happy all day, and he was certain he hadn’t forgotten anything. You weren’t stressed by anything other than the usual, you would’ve told him.

You took a shaky breath, before closing your hand over the one against your hip. Mason was so confused, but he watched as you lifted his hand, and pressed it flat against your stomach.

He cocked his head to the side, perplexed.

“Are you in pain, baby?” He asked, dumbly, but you shook your head, pressing his hand firmly against your stomach. You knew he wouldn’t be able to feel anything yet, your baby was just a little bean, but his eyes widened as your actions sunk in.

“Are you?” He breathed, looking down at your stomach. His head shot back up, his eyes meeting yours, wild and wide.

You nodded.

“I’m pregnant”

You watched, waiting for his reaction. For a moment he was frozen still, and then you felt him brush his fingers over your stomach in the most gentle caress.

“We’re having a baby?” His voice was so small, full of wonder and awe, and it cracked your heart to a million pieces in the best possible way.

Mason’s eyes were now shining with tears too. He couldn’t believe it, you guys hadn’t even had sex the last few weeks due to his surgery, so this must’ve been from the night before he was scheduled for his operation. His heart fluttered, remembering that night. He didn’t know why but he felt proud that his baby was conceived on a night where he’d made sweet love to you.

“We’re having a baby” You affirmed, breathing out sharply as Mason tugged you towards him. His lips found yours in a kiss that was mixed with tears, but it was the most heartfelt, most passionate kiss you’d ever shared. Your hands reached up to cup his face, curling your fingers around his neck, as you held him closely to you.

Mason pressed his forehead against yours. He couldn’t believe it. He always tried to find the silver lining in everything, but for the past few months he’d truly been struggling. It felt like hurdle after hurdle. The World Cup, the downfall of Chelsea, his contract negotiations, the constant slander of his name in the press, his injury and the surgery that followed, it had been a lot for him, and if it hadn’t been for you, he might’ve just given up, but right now, in this moment, knowing you were carrying his child made all the heartache and turmoil he’d faced the past few months worth it.

He hadn’t even realised how much it had all been weighing him down as a strangled sob left his throat. Your eyes flicked to his, suddenly alarmed, as he pressed his face into your chest, his shoulders beginning to shake. You understood his emotions, rubbing a soothing hand down his back, you let him cry, tears of joy and relief. You peppered gentle kisses against the side of his head, giving him time to calm himself down.

Mason needed a moment, he was overwhelmed in the best way possible, and when he’d finally composed himself, he lifted his head, brushing his nose against yours. You offered him a watery smile, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much” You whispered, running your thumbs under his eyes, as you pressed firm kisses across his forehead, his brown, both his eyes, down his nose and on his cheeks, before you finally kissed his lips. Mason kissed you back tenderly, a low moan in the back of his throat, as he wound an arm around your waist, holding you impossibly close, as his tongue swept across your lower lip.

“I love you, I love you more than anything” He breathed against your mouth, swallowing your blissful sighs, as he kissed you with a gentle tenderness that left your entire body feeling warm and craving him closer still.

His hands reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head and leaving you in your underwear. He brushed your hair back, tucking the messy strands behind your ear, as he cupped your face in his hands, kissing you softly on the lips, before trailing a series of kisses down your jaw, to the crook of your throat. You let out a soft sigh, arching your neck for him to reach.

You could feel the goosebumps rising on your skin from his touch, your heart racing at the feel of him against you. You wanted him, you needed him, but you’d not slept together since his surgery and you were still too nervous to try, so with shaking hands, you pulled out of his grasp, pressing your forehead against his, as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Maybe we shouldn’t get carried away, you’re still technically in recovery” You whispered.

Mason gave you the saddest, most irresistible pout you’d ever seen in your life.

“Please, baby. I need you, I need you so bad, we’ll go slow” He breathed, running his fingers up your arms, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“I need to feel you, I need to touch you, taste you” He hummed, causing your heart to race at his alluring voice.

“But the surgery-“ Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Mason ran his hands up your body, massaging your skin, placing his hand on your stomach, and stroking shapes into your tummy.

“I’m okay, the doctor said I’m good to go back to normal. Physio’s signed me off this week, please baby, I need to take care of you” He whimpered, and given your heightened emotions, and the pleasure that he was bringing you, you didn’t need much more encouragement to give in. You reached for his shirt, tugging it over his head, as he brought your lips back together.

Kissing Mason was your favourite thing to do. His mouth moulded to yours perfectly, his tongue swept over yours, licking into your mouth as he poured all the love and affection he felt for you into the kiss. You were aching for him, rocking your hips in agonisingly slow motions, as he reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. You continued to undress one another in a lustful haze, until you were both stripped bare.

He didn’t stop kissing you, touching you.

When he gently turned you around to lay you on your back, he trailed kisses down your jaw, across your collar bone, and between your breasts. When he reached your stomach, he bestowed the most gentle kisses, worshipping your tummy, in awe of the fact that his child was growing inside you. He looked up at you, his eyes shining with tears of happiness, as you carded your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp.

“That’s our baby in there” He whispered, as you watched him with misty eyes, nodding as he traced I love you onto your skin with his fingertips. He peppered kisses over the expanse of your stomach, trying to imagine his baby bean.

“Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve made all my dreams come true” He confessed to you, rubbing his hand soothingly across your tummy, causing your heart to flutter. Your cheeks warmed at his words, because you couldn’t believe he loved you so much.

“When I was watching you with Jude today, all I kept thinking was how bad I want that for us. You’ve made me a Dad, and just when I think you can’t get anymore perfect, you do” He continued, as he lifted himself back up so he was hovering over you. His lips found yours in a needy kiss, enjoying the blissful sighs leaving your lips, as his fingers explored your body, wanting to make you see stars.

“You’re the perfect one, Mase. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted.” You sighed, threading your fingers through his hair, as he looked down at you with adoration.

“All I’ve ever wanted is you, angel. ” He told you, reverently, before he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you deep and slow, your entire body tingling with love and adoration for this man.

Mason made the most gentle love to you that night, his fingers remained intertwined with yours, his lips kissing every inch of your skin that he could reach, and when he was finally nestled inside you after what felt like hours of him worshipping your body, you both fell even deeper in love than before. His body was a shield against yours, nurturing you, and protecting you. His kisses soothed any worries you had, until all you could think, all you could feel was him. He held you in his arms, his eyes locked to yours as he made love to you, his movements deep and slow, his body slotting into yours like he was made for you. He handled you with the utmost care, because he was so desperately in love with you. He’d known it before, but he was certain now that you were his soulmate, his forever.

Hours later, when you both lay naked beneath the sheets, your hearts beating as one, his head laying on your chest, his hand sprawled across your stomach protectively and your legs intertwined, you couldn’t help but smile.

“If it’s a girl, I hope she falls in love with Jude” You hummed, the pair of you had been lying in silence for a little while. Your bodies were tired from the lovemaking, but you were both too excited to sleep, knowing that you’d created life together.

“Erm, excuse you - if it’s a girl, she’s not going anywhere near any boys until she’s 50” Mason snorted, adjusting his head so he was looking up at you.

“But wouldn’t it be so cute baby, they could be childhood sweethearts” You teased, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. Mason scowled, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I’m not letting Jude anywhere near her”

“What if it’s a boy?” You asked, as he pressed a kiss to your stomach.

“Then he’ll have to carry mine and Declan’s legacy on with Jude” Mason pointed out as if it was obvious.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, before tugging him up so that his face was closer to yours.

“How are you feeling?” He whispered, running his thumb across your lower lip. You let an exhale, and offered him a soft smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier” You admitted.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents” Mason whispered, letting out a breathless laugh. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, intertwining your fingers once more, resting his free hand on your stomach.

“It’s the beginning of our forever” You hummed, and at that Mason lifted his head, his eyes shining with tears and a smile playing on his lips.

He leaned forward, kissing your forehead, then your nose before finally pressing his lips against yours in a soft but tender kiss.

“I like the sound of that” He murmured, as you burrowed into him, smiling. His entire body softening against yours, enveloping you with warmth and love, having never felt more content in your life.