#rios fluff

Straight shooter- Richard Rios

pairing: Richard x fem!Sky Sports reporter

summary: the post match interview that broke the dam

note: Richard Rios and Darwin Nunez unlock a feral part of me but i wanted a different approach lowkey… idk, i might try another idea with Rios i think i blanked half way through the story

“check one two, come in YN” your earpiece crackled “can you hear us?”

“yes sir, loud and clear” you said adjusting it

“we’re going on air in 10, your first interview is Rios” the manager said making your stomach drop

your history with Richard dated back to his Palmeras days, your interviews had gone so viral for the tension and straightforwardness you two shared that they had began shipping you two together; begging Sky Sports to keep pairing you two together.

the constant proximity not only caused the tensions to rise bur gave way for a new feeling to brew, one you couldn’t let take over your professionality, you had a job and you were going to get it done.

“surly not” you laugh humorlessly

“nope” he says popping the p “and he’s the man of the hour”

Richard walks up to you, pulling the towel slung over his shoulder off and throwing it on the floor with his waterbottle

“miss me mi corazon?” he smirks throwing the bottle aside

“quite the opposite” you say not batting an eye

“still as spicy as ever” he says

“for you? always” you add with a strained smile

“well then let’s get onto it so you can get to flirting with my teammates” he snaps

“is someone jealous?” you mock

“not a bit” Richard bites back “just wondering what they did to deserve your kindness”

“oh they’re actual ballers, they don’t throw themselves on the floor and cry wolf at a meaningless, small challenge for the ball” you shoot

Richard blinks, a look passes his eyes, one you’ve never seen before, before his resolve hardens and he straightens up. You proceed the interview, but the atmosphere is off, Richard is almost obedient to your jabs, answers smoothly and calmly, not a lick of bite back in his tone.

You shake off the feeling of guilt bubbling in your stomach, continuing your interviews as normal before finishing up. As the crew packs away you let congratulate them on a job well done before grabbing your things and making your way to the car park.

“you know it’s very rare that someone call me a fake footballer and it actually hurt me” a voice said from the tunnel

“fuck” you breathe out “you scared me you asshole”

“you scare easily” Richard says pushing off the wall

“you would too if a dark shadow was waiting for you outside in the fucking dark!” you yell “what the hell are you still doing here anyways?”

“waiting for you” he says simply

“stalker” you say rolling your eyes “anyways it’s been a long day Richard, if you were waiting for an apology-

“i was waiting for an explanation actually” he says

“google is free” you sigh “you over exaggerate tackles after making aggressive tackles yourself, dishing it but not being able to take it is pussy”

a beat of silence passes

“wow” Richard breathes out

“is that all? my feet are killing me here” you whine

“here i thought we had an enemies to lovers going on” Richard laughs dryly

“i don’t think your girlfriend would approve of you thinking that” you say raising a brow

“girl- that’s not my girlfriend bébé, that was my sister” Rios says with a laugh “is that why you came guns blazing today?”

“what!” you yell feeling exposed “no!”

“ah nena” Richard smirks stepping dangerously close to you “your bite today was harsh because it was laced with jealousy”

Lord knows if you were caucasian your cheeks would be glowing red

“it’s getting late” you say going to take a step back, a step Richard denied as he pulled you in, lips connected and hand snaked around the small of your back to press you into him.

You felt interviews of frustration, and anger pour into the messy kiss of tongue and teeth as Richard pressed into you like you would disappear. Your breaths mixed together as you pulled away

“it is getting late” Richard postulated

“yeah” you say clearing your throat

“you get home safely nena” Richard smirks backing away from you, you watch him disappear back into the stadium, your face hot despite the winter air.

2 under 2-Richard Rios

pairing: Richard x wife!reader x Reina Rios x Raphael Rios

summary: mornings in the Rios house

warning: mentions of pee, and bodily fluids lol

mornings in the Rios household never saw peace since the birth of Raphael, the little boy being a burst of energy in the house, chaos personified and a ball of energy you and Richard couldn’t contain even if you wanted to and 8 months ago Rapha became the brother to his equally chaotic little sister, Reina.

a wet slap woke Richard from his sleep, making him scrunch his face up in disgust and confusion, he opened his eyes to be met by big brown eyes and a gummy smile belonging to his daughter who cooed at her dad’s attention

“you don’t belong here” Richard teased tickling her stomach making her kick and giggle

“hola mi Reina” he said putting his head gently in her lap

the 8 month baby squealed, cradling her fathers head in her lap as she slapped him about a bit before allowing some drool to escape her mouth and land on Richard

“alright i’m up” Richard groaned in disgust sitting up, he wiped at his face before scooping his baby girl up and following the sound of cartoons

in the living room at Raphael, cereal long forgotten, eyes fixed on Teen Titans Go. Richard shook his head, grabbed the TV remote and switched it off

“papa!” Raphael whined turning to his father

“food” Richard said snapping his fingers towards the bowl “now”

“Rapha are you done with- hi baby, finally woke your papa up!” you cut yourself off at the sight of the babbling baby in her pjs

“where are you going looking so done up mi amor?” Richard asked looking you up and down with a lip bite

“job interview” you say simply “i told you last week!”

“last week while we were in bed or last week when we were at dinner?” Richard questioned “either way your boobs are very distracting cariño”

“Richard” you say slapping his bare chest “not in front of my kids”

“our kids” Richard corrects placing a kiss on the back of your hand “wait, are you leaving me to bathe and take care of them alone?!”

Richard looked at you as if you’d betrayed him, cheated and called him a washed out baller

“well, they are your kids too” you say walking up to Raphael

“finished!” he beamed showing you his empty bowl

“good job baby” you smile ruffling his hair “yes Rios”

“baby” Richard panicks placing Reina on the carpet “you can’t do that!”

“uhm yes i can” you say walking to the kitchen and placing the bowl in the sink, with a spin on the heel you faced a distressed Richard “Richard, they’re literally carbon copies of you, you’ll be fine amor”

“Reina is too small amor i might hurt her!” Richard says, frantic eyes following you as you pick up your keys and bag

“Richard” you say softly putting your hand on his chest “you won’t hurt your own kids, you love them more than me, football and life itself”

you peck his cheek “i’m on speed dial, and my mom is on her way to help you anyways”

“oh thank God” Richard exhales

“you were really panicking there big boy” you giggle patting his chest “i’ll see you in a couple of hours then, enjoy the chaos”

“chaos?”

“PAPA REINA PEE PEE!” Raphael yells

“right on schedule” you laugh making your way out

“Papa” Raphael says running in with the toddlers diaper in hand

“Rapha” Richard says cautiously “where is your sister-

behind Reina comes crawling, a trail of pee following with every step she takes. it takes everything in Richard not to retch, knowing very well this was simply the beginning of the shenanigans