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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚/𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 ... )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐬 😍

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

" Papá "

César had been in the kitchen preheating the meal his wife left him seeing as she was out having lunch with his mother as well as her mother, leaving him to watch their thirteen year old daughter Aria, his head shot up in alarm at the sound of her tone which seemed pained, he placed the plate away and nearly sprinted towards his daughter's room to see her on her bed, in a fetal position clutching her abdomen, her face contorting with pain. " What's wrong mariposa? " he asks.

" Papá " Aria cries, " I think - ah " she moaned in pain, " I think it's my period "

César wasn't clueless, he knew what a menstrual cycle was - seeing as during the first year of dating his wife, he'd gone through the exact same thing of seeing her struggle through the first two days as they were naturally painful. " Ok, I'm going to go to the bathroom to check if your Mamá stocked up on health pads, then you go and shower while I clean up "

He walks into the ensuite bathroom of his master bedroom, sighing in relief when he realized that indeed, his wife had stocked up on pads and tampons; he grabs the pad packet, and runs back to his daughter's bedroom, carefully helping her to the bathroom; " Did your Mamá teach you how to wear them? "

Aria nods, painfully struggling to make it to the bathroom before she shuts the door. César removes the stained bedsheets, discarding them into the washing hamper before he grabbed a new set to tuck on her bed, then he makes his way towards the kitchen and places a kettle on the stove while preparing a mug of tea with a spoon of honey akin to the one he used to make for his wife, he rummaged through the pantry until he found a bar of chocolate, he placed it with the mug along with the preheated soup packet his wife keeps for emergencies.

Once everything was set, he returns back to her bedroom to see her lying down and tucked under the covers. " Sit up Mariposa " he smiles, " So you can eat, and I'll get you some painkillers "

Aria smiles, " Gracias Papá " she carefully situates the tray and began to eat while César retrieved the painkillers and a glass of water.

" Do you need anything? " César asks with a soft smile.

" No Papá, I just need to eat and try to sleep " Aria smiles back.

" Ok, if you need anything, I'll be nearby ok " César pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

" Ok Papá " Aria said.

Having a daughter was difficult on Sergio, especially after having boys for so long; it's facile to be a boy's dad but quite arduous to be a girl's dad - and that definitely proved to be true when his wife was out with her sister and the boys were out for training, leaving him and his girl Bella at home, he'd been sitting in the living room watching tv when it dawned on him that his daughter was quiet which naturally seemed odd seeing as Bella wasn't quiet at all.

He stands up to make his way towards her bedroom and that's when he heard her sob, which sent him into overdrive; the minute he stormed into her bedroom, he saw her clutching her abdomen while she was crying. " Bella, mi vida. what's wrong? " Sergio approached her with concern.

" Papá " Bella cried, " It hurts, my stomach hurts "

Flustered, Sergio stood confused for a moment until he suddenly remembered that her symptoms were akin to the ones his wife gets whenever she had her period. He opens his phone to text his wife who sent a reply telling him to check their master bedroom, specifically the en-suite bathroom.

He sighed in relief when he founds the health pads, and returned to Bella's bedroom, " Come on hija, go to the bathroom while I prepare you something warm to drink " he said.

Bella nods, she walks into the bathroom while Sergio went to the kitchen to make her some tea, and once the tea was set, he placed a chocolate bar and a sandwich, he then walked towards her bedroom just as she stepped out and slowly climbed on top of the bed, Bella groans. " Being a girl sucks "

Sergio laughs, " Now why would you say that? "

" Because this is painful, Mamá warned me but it still hurts " Bella groans as she sips on the tea.

" Well, I'm glad that you're a girl because I can take care of you " Sergio smiles, ruffling her hair.

" Is there any medicine? " Bella asks.

" Yes, let me go check " Sergio goes to the bathroom and finds painkillers in the pantry, he grabs a glass of water and returns to Bella's bedroom.

" Gracias Papá " Bella smiles. " Can you stay with me? "

Sergio smiles. " Of course I can hija "

#sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos blurb #cesar azpilicueta fanfiction #cesar azpilicueta imagine #cesar azpilicueta #sergio ramos

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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César Azpilicueta masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for César Azpilicueta (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 12 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020:

"Let's never do that again."

Yelling at the referee

Showing up for training even though sick

"I can't do this."

"You worry too much."

Getting told off by the manager for picking up a red card

Imagines posted in 2021:

"I just don't believe you're okay."

"You got me a gift?"

"Are you alright? You're so quiet."

"That's unacceptable."

"I do not tolerate this kind of behavior against anyone in my team."

"You shouldn't be out of bed."

Getting comforted by a teammate (with Kepa Arrizabalaga)

Imagines posted in 2022: None

Imagines posted in 2023 None yet

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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As Good As The Stories.

Ooh exciting!! Could I please have a teacher one with Azpicueta where he comes to his siblings parents evening and is really shy and flirting awkwardly. With 3rd person (so like she) thank you! 😀

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César had been called to take his nephew’s parents evening as his brother was running late and though it was last minute when he’d taken the call, he’d made sure he was on time, albeit cutting it incredibly fine. Almost every red light that could change as he drove towards it did. Anyone who could press the button to cross the road, did. Trying to find a parking space was harder than usual and he found himself circling around the school carpark until a spot became available.

“I’m sorry,” he says hurriedly, pulling the chair opposite her out when their name is called. “We were stuck in traffic and it feels as though we’ve just got here in time and I’m rambling,” he laughs nervously to himself as he finally makes eye contact with her. if he was feeling before meeting her at the thought of handling the parents evening with no real idea of what he’s supposed to be asking or listening for to be concerned about, he was now after looking at her.

Dressed in smart casual with natural looking make up, she captures his attention immediately. She has notes in the folders before her, sticky notes to access certain areas of each child’s work quickly. She works in a smart way, colour co-ordinated for certain topics, even beside her is a pencil case. He likes that attention to detail.

The classroom is a good size, the walls filled with brightly coloured display boards lined with decoration and the children’s work. Kindness quotes are there in big bold letters, trying to encourage them from a young age to be so; something that world needs a little more of right now. Small units are filled with the children’s trays, each with a strip that the child themselves have designed with their name on it.

She grins at him before telling him it’s ok, these things happen. “You’re here now though, so that’s something. And you’re his uncle, right?” She double checks.

“Yes, I am.” He nods, feeling bad for staring but she’s beautiful.

“We were warned by his father that he might be running late and that his uncle should be taking his place. Otherwise they’d call back to cancel.” She gives a nervous smile and opens up her folder. “He’s a great kid. Very intuitive and has a knack for working out hard problems. It’s fun trying to come up with something that he can’t crack.”

“But I always do.” His nephew proudly announces, sitting back in his chair and looks smug.

“That you do.” She beams at him, “he’s incredibly helpful. A lot of the design work for the boards were his idea. He’s also very tidy and encourages others to do the same.” César wants to add that he doesn’t at home, so this is brand new information for him, but he doesn’t want to embarrass him in front of his teacher. Instead, the two of them exchange a look and his nephew pretends he hasn’t seen.

“Sounds like you’re a star pupil.” He comments, looking down at the young family member.

“Sounds like you’ll have to get me that toy you promised.” A smirk is thrown César’s way and he resists making a face.

“I wouldn’t be too quick,” she points out, raising her eyebrow in what César could only describe as “the mom” look. “You are quite chatty and can distract others. He has a strong competitive side when it comes to sports, but I can’t imagine who he gets that from.” Her lips twitch as she tries to hold back a grin and he laughs.

“No, no me neither.” He says, his grin spreading up his cheeks as he nervously looks down.

“Overall, his homework is handed in on time, he’s punctual though, he does like a good chat while changing his shoes to indoor ones and taking off his jacket, but he’s good for settling down once told.” She says once the little boy has wandered off to look around the classroom, clearly a little bored.

“I’m glad he’s doing well,” César comments, hoping he can try and remember these comments.

“I already took the liberty of making a copy of everything in a small report,” she tells him, seeing the look on his face and removes it from the folder in front of her. “I thought having something official would make it a little better so that it can be taken home.”

“You’re amazing,” he says as he looks over it before realising what he said. “I didn’t…I mean-” he cuts himself off with a nervous cough and kicks himself.

“No, you’re right, I am.” She tries a little humour and though he can feel his cheeks begin to warm, no doubt colouring as a result, he agrees with her.

“He’s happy in your class. He comes home with a lot of stories and says good things about you. It says a lot. I have to be honest, I was happy to be asked to come here tonight. Meet the woman he adores.” He says before realising how he sounds. “I have to stop putting my foot in it.”

She chuckles as she holds her hands up, “I’ll accept the compliment. Hopefully the reality is as good as the stories?” She asks, showing a hint of nervousness herself.

“More than.” He nods, meeting her eye and seeing the relief flicker across her face.

“I’m happy to hear. He talks about you a lot too. In a strange way, I’m happy his parents couldn’t come this evening. I’ve enjoyed meeting you.”

“Maybe they can be late more often.” He offers, pleased that she’s returning the same interested vibes that he’s sending out.

“I look forward to our next meeting already.”

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hvertz · 3 years

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why does this feel like a fever dream 😭

lots of things to unpack here i-

#chelsea fc #ben chilwell #mason mount #jack grealish #declan rice #like stuff out of fanfiction 😭#ALSO LMAO AZPI 😭🤚🏼#cesar azpilicueta

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stephspurs · 3 years

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

Surprise!!! I'm back with a select few bonus #bamelia moments!! I just couldn't let the love story of Ben and Amelia die, I hope you don't mind. Love Always, Steph xx

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

Champions Again | di nuovo campioni

warnings; none word count; 1865 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

They had done it, again. The Chelsea boys were lifting their second team trophy for the year, they had just won the Supercup. This was Amelia’s first competition final with the Premier League giants and if she had her way, this wouldn't be last. She was beginning to get addicted to the feeling of winning, of proving to every little girl out there and every sexist male she had ever come across, that anything boys can do, girls can do better. She was letting her results speak for themselves, she was making history and there was nothing that could bring her down from the ninth cloud she was currently riding.

As proud as she was over her own achievements, she was equally as proud of her friends. Whilst she wasn’t part of their Champions League victory, she knew that this moment was just as special to the team that just loved to win. The scenes before her were ones she hoped she would never forget - the look on Jorgi’s face as he lifted his third trophy of the last few months, the crinkles beside Mason’s eyes as he grinned at the camera that was desperate to capture every moment of the evening, the tinge of pink on the apples of Ben’s cheeks as he stood with his hands on his hips while he watched Amelia give her first post-match tactical analysis to the Sky Sports reporter - proud that she was his girl. These were the moments that made Amelia forget all of the hard times, or rather made her realise that all of the hard times were worth it to see her friends, her team, her man smile.

With every great victory comes an even greater after party, and even though the Super Cup final coincided with the start of the season, the boys still believed that they deserved an afterparty to celebrate. Captain Cesar Azpilicueta had kindly offered the grounds of his Surrey home to host the bunch of rowdy boys, and their onslaught on mates and partners on the Sunday afternoon between the Super Cup final and the first match of the Premier League 21/22 season. Whilst they were under strict instruction from the higher powers of Chelsea Football Club (namely; Thomas Tuchel) to keep the drinking to a minimum and to keep themselves out of trouble, the boys were allowed to be boys for one more night.

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“Benj, what are you wearing? I don’t know if I should wear a sundress or denim shorts! Please, I need help!” I shouted out to Ben who was currently somewhere in his large house.

“Why would my outfit be able to help you with that decision” I could hear his voice getting closer, his footsteps getting louder as he began to ascend the stairs up to the main bedroom that I had slowly started to take over in the last couple months.

“An opinion is all I’m after - stop being cheeky mate” I shoot back at him as I begin to stand up from my place in front of his wardrobe. It was still his wardrobe, he hadn’t asked me to move in yet so it was still technically his even if it was half full with my clothes. As I got to my feet, I turned to see him leaning in the doorway with his arms and ankles crossed over each other. Wearing a tee shirt and some denim shorts himself with a cap covering his ungelled hair - a request from me because it was much easier for me to run my hands through if it wasn’t laden with gel...and because it gave me an excuse to push it out of his face whenever I felt like it (which was often).

“I wouldn’t mind if you stayed in that outfit to be fair, however, that would also mean we would be skipping this afterparty altogether and be spending the afternoon celebrating in an entirely different manner” He states staring at me while I’m currently standing with my hands on my hips, staring at the shorts and tank top combo I have laid out on his bed - again, his bed not ours - he hasn’t asked me to move in yet so it was technically his even if it did have the new bed sheets I purchased a couple weeks back with the matching throw cushions on it. The barely-there outfit that I was currently sporting and that had him licking his lips as he pushed himself off of the doorway to walk to me and wrap his arms around my body from behind was a bralette and a pair of his Chelsea shorts.

“Ok sorted, you’re in denim shorts so I’m going to wear mine too. Done ok move get off me I need to change or we’re going to be late” I exclaimed as I pushed him off me with my hips. A bad move? Absolutely not. I got to feel all of him against me and remind him of what he gets to come home to every evening, if he choses.

“Wow what's the rush now Mils? Why are you walking around like you’ve got ants in your pants?” He questioned as he tightened his grip on me and turned me so I was facing him, looking up into his curious baby blues.

“And don’t say nothing, I’ve picked up on all of your tells already” He further questioned as he could see the wheels begin to turn behind my eyes, desperate to come up with an excuse to mask my jitters so I wouldn’t have to tell him the truth.

“I regret ever letting you become friends with Fede, he’s spilling all of my secrets...Ok fine. I’m nervous to see Jack. I haven’t seen him since...ya’know and I haven't spoken to him since I gave him a telling off before international break and Ben I promise you I haven't thought about him once but I’m still worried that there's unresolved anger there from him and I don’t want to get into it again just when we’re getting back into the groove of us and it’ll impact your friendsh-” my rambling was cut off by his lips, which were simultaneously reminding me to breathe between my words and leaving me breathless at the same time. He always did have a way with his lips, the power they held over me was unmatched by anything.

“Calm down love, I promise it’ll be okay. Jack and I have had it out already, a long chat on international duties which may have only been prompted because Mase and Dec locked us in the kit room after our first session, sorted it all out.” Ben reassured me as he began to rub his thumbs over my cheeks and his hands held both sides of my face.

“I do know he wants to apologise to you though - so don’t be surprised if he tries to do that early on in the evening. You know just how awkward he can be so he’ll probably spring it on you before you’ve even put your bag down.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna need to do a couple shots before we leave the house - you’re good to drive right?” I said as I walked from his grasp and down the stairs to grab the bottle of vodka for some good old fashioned dutch courage.

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Ben was right about Jack, he had approached the couple only moments after they had arrived at Azpi’s house. Amelia had spotted him making his way towards them so she began to walk in a different direction to Ben, stretching their interlocked hands and letting him go as she mumbled something about needing to put her bag down. Ben really knew both of them too well. Jack gave Ben a hug hello, still in the grovelling stage of repairing their friendship.

“Hey bro, how’s it goin?” Jack spoke as he pulled away from Ben.

“Yeah bro all’s good with me, how are you? Congrats on the move again, million dollar geez you are, aren’t ya? Don’t forget me when you're mingling with Messi in a couple years” Ben joked back with the boy who has been literally a brother to him for the last few years.

“Ahhh you’re jokin me, could never forget a brother could I? We’re basically blood at this point I reckon. Where’d Mils run off ta?” Jack questioned with his arm around Ben’s neck, both of the boys looking out into the garden for the girl in question.

“Right here super Jack” Amelia spoke from behind them. During their brief discussion, Amelia had put her bag down and ran inside to grab herself a drink before walking out to face the music of Jack’s apology. Overhearing how lighthearted he was with Ben, coupled with the reassurance that Ben had provided her earlier in the evening plus the two or three vodka shots she had downed in their kitchen before coming to the afterparty had meant that she left her worries at the door.

“Mils, darlin', you already know what's coming but I truly am sorry...to both of ya ya’know. Benny, we’ve already had it out and it took me ages to get over that black eye but please believe me when I tell ya I am so sorry for treating you that way Amelia. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry and I regret nothing more than how I made you feel.” Jack could feel himself getting teary whilst thinking about how he made the girl feel, how he made his best mate and chosen brother feel, how he really put a spanner in the works of their blossoming relationship.

“Jack, I’m not going to say it was ok because it wasn't. But it wasn’t just your fault, I also played a part in it that has me cursing myself every day for ruining things with Benj. I forgive you, Jacky.” Amelia spoke while reaching up and wrapping her arms around Jack’s neck to give him one of her signature squeezy hugs, to truly convey that she was moving on from their tumultuous past and hoped that he could stop beating himself up over it and do the same.

Jack had left the couple to return to the table and grab himself a refill of his drink. Ben’s arm had found its natural position around Amelia’s shoulders as they both stood there looking out at their friends. However, Ben was looking down at Amelia. Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes focused out on the yard, Amelia spoke only loud enough for Ben to hear.

“So, you gave Jack a black eye over me huh? That’s hot”

Amelia took a few steps forward before turning to look at the expression on Ben’s face as she continued to walk away from him, backwards. The slight shock turned into a full on smirk as he walked towards her eager to close the gap between them with a kiss. He knew she loved him with her whole heart, but he hoped that she would understand just how much he loved her right back.

The Proposal | la proposta

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚, [ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ]

( he was the only reason i even followed spain in the 2022 wc, daddy vibes all around for my boy )

It's rare that you find a footballer keeping their head out of trouble, following or during their career - for César, he knew exactly what he wanted out of life, it'd been staring at him while he honed in his craft, from rising up the ranks in his boyhood club Osasuna, to thriving in Marseille to succeeding to great heights in Chelsea to finally closing both his national and club chapter in his hometown of Spain, retiring at the age of thirty five, following Atletico's impressive run in the 23/24 La Liga season.

Following his retirement, he had his mind set up on developing a centre specialized in granting young players more opportunities as well as backing to pursue a career in football, while also providing the necessities needed to ensure they're kept safe of any unnecessary distractions, and while he was part of several ventures such as his Esports team, his minor share as well as position as a board member of a minor team by the name of Hashtag United in the

The only issue was, he'd been entirely clueless on where to begin, sure he'd received an MBA and was well equipped, yet this was far beyond his expertise, and after asking around - he'd been lead to her, a successful business consultant that had been the key to several ventures in Spain succeeding to great heights, she was detached, a headstrong woman that knew exactly what she wanted and how she'd get it, hence why after several failed attempts to reach her, he was finally linked in, leading to their very first encounter.

Her methods were definitely unique, as well as the way she carried herself - she eyed out every possibility there is before devising the perfect plan for him, aiding him in advertisements, the proper methods to set in order for young players to be drawn to his venture as well as methodically using the budget he had set out.

During their encounters, he would silently observe her, often times being so distracted that he'd stumble over his words whenever she caught him, she'd been oblivious to his attraction while he couldn't believe that a woman like her even existed.

He never had the best of luck when it came to relationships as every woman he encountered, either desired fame, his money or merely the exposure of being with a football player which admittedly caused him to refrain from relationships for the final duration of his time in Chelsea up until his final days in Atletico, and now here he was ... completely infatuated by a woman that perhaps wouldn't think twice about settling with someone like him.

On one night, while they were in her office going over the latest growth chart of the centre, she is visibly beaming with pride over the statistics. " The social media exposure is growing expedentially quick every two weeks " She states, her tone dripping with pride. " Using the appropriate language has raised your engagement from forty eight per cent to seventy eight per cent, and it keeps on growing "

" That's a good thing, right? " He wonders, attempting to focus on the screen in front of him.

" It's not just good César, it's incredible " She exclaims, " You have passionate teenagers seeking opportunities finding a beacon of hope in the message you and your staff stand for, and I mean, look at the budget, you didn't overspend while also being able to provide these aspiring souls with the top technology and facilities to help them a step further towards their dream, if you ask me, what you're doing this past year is better than what these greedy board members and higher ups have been doing their entire lives, effectively killing the football sport with their need for money "

Her words worked to sent his heart rate to the roof, he could feel his heart thudding against his ribcage, he manages to force a smile across his lips. " I really appreciate it, I mean I don't think I could have survived without your help "

For the first time since they started working, her lips curl into a smile, an authentic smile which once again had led his heart rate beating ever so rapidly, " You're an honorable man César, I mean I have never met a football player who had managed to pursue and further educate himself beyond the pitch " she states with a soft tone, " And trust me, I met plenty "

Her words manage to incite a confused expression across his features, " You did? "

She nods, humming in response. " I've had less than stellar run ins with cocky football players that didn't know left from right, they came expecting me to do all the hard work, while they smiled at the cameras, took all the credit and would go on to say, that they have built their business from the ground up, all the while I have to sit back, play nice and pretend that all is well "

He shakes his head, breathing out a soft sigh, she wasn't lying and he knew it - he'd had the misfortune of playing with as well as going up against very awful humans, " Well I appreciate your hard work, cariña because you are a valuable reason that the centre had succeeded the way it did " Her eyes widened, cheeks flaming with a rosé tint at the usage of the nickname, which in turn caused him to blush and chuckle nervously, " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable "

" No " She shakes her head, smiling at him. " It's fine, I don't mind, I was just surprised "

He nods, shyly looking away before he said. " How did you go about entering the business industry, if you don't mind me asking? "

She grows silent for a moment then she replied, " My mother, she -erm- " she paused, taking a moment to collect herself before she continued. " She raised me all on her own, my father had passed away in a car accident before I was born, she had me while she was in the midst of managing her own small business, she owned a jewelry brand that she started all on her own, and as I grew up, she'd become my role model, the way she gave her one hundred per cent to the brand, the love she had was showcased in every piece that every person who bought said that they firmly believed that these pieces were akin to a lucky charm, and when I asked her, she said that my father had dubbed her his lucky charm, and in turn, she wants to spread the love that he had given her to people that need it "

" That's very sweet and noble of her " He states, his tone sympathetic as he continued. " I bet she's proud of you "

" She was ... " She states, a sad smile across her lips. " Just before my graduation, a week actually " she fiddles with the bracelet on her left wrist. " She passed away peacefully in her sleep because of breast cancer "

He looks down then looks back at her, " I'm so sorry cariña " he wanted to reach out, to wrap an arm around her shoulder yet he held himself back, afraid of disrupting her space. " I'm sure she's looking down with pride over your achievements "

" I would like to hope so " She murmurs softly, before composing herself. " I think we have one last meeting before finally declaring that every is well, I mean I will still visit every now and then to check with you, but the way I see it, my work is done "

The notion of no longer spending time with her had admittedly left him slightly shattered, " Oh? " he murmurs.

" Relax " She giggles, the sound was akin to music for his ear. " You'll still see me from time to time "

And since then, she paid him occasional visits, even turning up at academy matches to support the aspiring teenagers he had gathered underneath the umbrella of his training centre, however each time he had believed he could confess his emotions to her, an invisible wall would hold him back so much so that he firmly believed she wouldn't feel the same way, up until ...

He'd been invited to a charity gala designed to raise awareness and help raise funds to combat Leukemia which had affected several children, and as he was present in the venue, he didn't plan nor expected to run into her once again as it had been approximately eight months since they last encountered one another, she had been in the midst of a conversation with a grand investor when their eyes met, her eyes lit up with joy which elicited a smile from him, excusing herself - she walked towards him, surprising him by wrapping her arms around his shoulder, and muttering. " I didn't think I would see you again " before she pulls back to smile at him.

He mirrors her smile, " You know how occupied I had been " he chuckles before adding on, " I was thinking of reaching out but I didn't think you'd be free considering how occupied you are "

She nods in understanding, " I have been keeping up with your centre, I see a lot of players have joined La Liga, it's very impressive "

" It is, I mean, sometimes I still don't believe it " He laughs.

" You should, you're one of a kind César " She nudged him playfully before adding on, " Tell you what, why don't we sit together through the rest of the night " she leans in to whisper, " This is a good cause but these people are fake "

He laughs once again, " You're right "

They spent the rest of the night chatting together, while she was obliviously unaware of what was brewing inside of him, he was on the verge of insanity, not only was she so intelligent, yet tonight as she sat next to him, he couldn't help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looked, dressed in an elegant crimson silken dress that hugged her like second skin, her hair was curled perfectly to cascade around her soft features that were enhanced by the makeup she wore, his heart was palpitating so rapidly that he was aching just to reach over to kiss her senseless.

As the night came to an end, he offered to drive her back to her hotel despite her insistence that she can go on her own, once they'd gotten to her hotel - they walk in together, heading towards the elevator for a brief ride that was overtaken by an obvious wave of tension between them, they walk out together and head towards her hotel room, upon stopping in front of her door, she turns around to look at him, she opens then closes her mouth quickly.

His gaze travels in the blink of an eye from her eyes down to her lips then back to her eyes before he noted her pupils dilating, " Cariña " he whispers hoarsely, leaning in. " Tell me I'm not the only one feeling this "

Her lips parted, a shaky breath escapes before she shakes her head softly. " No "

His hand rests on her cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin. " Can I kiss you? " he whispers.

She nods, letting out a soft sigh as his lips press entirely over hers, moving in a harmonious rhythm, it was gentle, showcasing both a concealed longing as well as clear hesitance on his end which had disappeared the moment she rests both her hands on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and further inciting a grunt from him. " Let's take this inside " she whispers against his lips.

They waltz into her room, she closes the door behind them before they moved further in, just then she turns to him, their lips find one another, this time with an added passion that saw them struggle to remove each other's clothing for a brief bit, once they were entirely bare, he gently lays her on top of the soft mattress while his lips continued to pepper kisses across every inch of her skin, her lips part and soft sounds escape her lips. " Oh my god "

" You're so incredible " He murmurs, pressing kisses in every corner there is. " So intelligent, so unique, so beautiful "

Each praise sent shockwaves directly to her lower abdomen, inciting arousal that seeped through her walls, " Please "

He lowered himself, coming face to face with her swollen and prominently aroused walls, " Oh my ... cariña " he whispers in awe before tentatively darting his tongue to lick a long and leisure stripe to tease her. " So delicious " he groans before latching his lips over her walls.

" Oh " She whimpers, digits threading through his hair whilst he started to tease the inside of her walls with his tongue as well as his thumb that rubbed her clit. " Fuck, just like that ... just like that, Oh my god "

He placed one palm to steady her while he continued to devour her like a starved man that hasn't eaten in what felt like an eternity, she had become a withering mess in a matter of seconds, the sensation setting every nerve ablaze spurring towards a shattering orgasm, a soft whine escapes her lips. " Yes ... yes, don't stop - Fuck " her back arches off the bed, she collapsed as he climbed back up to capture her lips in a gentle kiss.

He then pulls back and smiles, " You taste so addicting cariña "

" You're so good at that " She giggled, pulling him for another kiss,

Suddenly, he stops then pulls back before groaning in frustration, " I don't have a condom on me "

She smiled, then gestured to her bag, " Go look over there "

He raised a brow which caused her to giggle, " I may have expected that tonight will happen, so I had to be safe "

He laughs, then press a soft kiss to her lips. " See what I mean, you're intelligent and beautiful " he fetched the wrapper then climbed back on top of the bed, he rolls the condom over his cock after tearing it open, he teased her slick walls before leisurely thrusting himself entirely inside of her.

He sighs softly, " Oh cariña " he murmurs, resting his forehead on top of hers. " You feel so good wrapped around me like that "

She moans in response, closing the space between them with a gentle kiss, " Please " she pleads.

He stills for a brief moment before leisurely setting a pace, thrusting in and out of her, the skin to skin contact coupled with his lips trailing gentle kisses and bites on her neck created a beautiful sensation of friction that enveloped them like a blanket. " Fuck " she whines, " It's so good, feels so fucking good "

" Yeah? " He cooed in her ear, " You were made for me cariña, you're my girl, all mine " he murmurs.

" Yes " She gasps, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, with one hand trailing to create marking across his back. " Fuck, fuck ... just like that "

His pace grows rapid while his groans deepen, " Oh my ... you're squeezing me, you're squeezing my cock entirely cariña, I don't think I'm going to make it any longer "

" Please " She whines, " Please ... I'm so close "

His thrusts grow sloppy until both of them reach their highs simultaneously, he then collapse next to her, the pair attempting to catch their breaths before he pulls her in for a kiss then murmurs with a soft tone, " You're mine now, I mean it "

She smiled, " I wouldn't have it any other way "

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬’ 𝐞𝐱 𝐠𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!!

𝐩.𝐬: 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 :)

their opening match against norway for the 2024 euro qualifiers was off to an impressive start, with spain taking the lead with 7 goals - the team suggested a night out to celebrate as they were off from training the next day, he declined the offer to join them in their plans, citing exhaustion which was merely an excuse to cover up the real reason, her.

for the past four years and a half, she’d been a stable constant in his life; their friendship had blossomed unexpectedly a month after her split from his national teammate marco asensio, he’d only ever spoken to her a few times yet here he was, finding solace in her company especially following his own heartache.

the drive to her house didn’t take long, thanks to the empty roads ahead of him, once he had gotten into the familiar street; edging closer to her building, once he stopped his car in front of the building he grabs the white roses bouquet, her favorite box of chocolate and the bottle of wine, he switched off the engine then stepped out of the car, locking it behind him as he walked into her building lounge on towards the elevator.

once he walked into the elevator he sent her a text message that she quickly responded, as soon as the doors opened he stepped out to find her waiting there which caused a flutter to settle inside of his chest, " hola cariña " he said with a gentle tone.

she flings her arms around him, embracing him with all her might which invited a soft smile from him, " missed you " she murmurs before leading him inside.

she takes everything from him while he takes a seat in the living room, " how was your day been cariña? " he asks before hearing a soft sigh escape her lips, causing him to frown. " is everything ok? "

she shakes her head in response, " this day had been the worst … first off - " as she starts to ramble on, he notes how her hands been shaky which prompted him to walk over and into the kitchen, " i swear one of these days i am going to kill them " she grumbles until she felt his hand over his shoulder causing her to look up. " what? "

" cariña " he starts with a gentle tone, " are you ok? "

she gnaws on her bottom lip, standing in utter silence for what felt like an eternity before she shakes her head leisurely, looking down then whispering softly, " no "

he lets out a soft breath, clicking his tongue against his cheek, he leads her to the living room and sits her next to him on her couch, he then asked her with a soft tone, " what’s wrong? "

" i … " she begins, opening her mouth then closing it quickly. " this is embarrassing " she groans, covering her face only for her hand to be removed. " do you promise not to judge me? "

his lips curl into a sympathetic smile, " nothing you’ll ever say to me will be embarrassing cariña "

she chewed on her bottom, still debating on whether or not she should truly speak, her gaze darts down, staring at her hands. " it’s stupid " she murmurs.

he hooks his thumb under her chin to get her to look up at him, " i promise you mi mariposa, nothing you’ll say will be stupid "

" i can’t … " she begins, letting out a soft sigh.

" you can’t what? " he prompts her to continue, his tone still as soft as he can.

" i can’t -erm- … " she begins once again, her eyes flutter shut for a mere second before they opened up to bore into his own. " i can’t reach my … myorgasm " the last words were muttered together causing him to knit his brows in response.

" pardon? i didn’t hear you cariña " he says with a confused expression itched across his features.

" i can’t cum " she blurts out, with flaming cheeks, and quite the ashamed expression. " i can’t seem to cum at all, not even with marco back then "

his eyes widened, a mixture of surprise coupled with a flicker of arousal surged through him, " oh? " he murmurs.

" it’s embarrassing isn’t it? " she chuckles dryly.

he shakes his head, " no, it’s not cariña. it’s not embarrassing at all " he retorts with a soft smile. " as a matter of fact, i think i can change that for you "

she blinks dumbly, confused by what he said, with knitted brows she responds, " huh? "

" cariña " he breathes out the nickname, subconsciously leaning closer. " i can help you feel better " their lips were inches away from one another, his gaze flickers to her lips before returning back to her eyes as he whispers, " so much better "

silence camps over them, their breaths growing rather ponderous - it was right then and there, that she muttered a single word, the word that changed the course of their night, " please "

it was all the affirmation he needed, he places a hand over the back of her neck then tugs her in to close the distance between them, their lips harmoniously moving against one another in a lesiure and tentative pace to test the waters.

suddenly she decides to take the reigns by deepening the kiss inciting a soft groan from him, she uses her hand to push him onto the couch, climbing on top of his lap all the while their kiss deepened further, their tongues colliding in a heated battle of dominance that she happily lost.

he was the first to pull back, to catch his breath. " cariña " he whispers, " if we move through with this, i need to know if you want this, what we have "

her gaze rakes over his face, noting the way he looked at her with pure lust and affection, her lips curl into a sweet smile, " we take it slow "

her words serve to elicit a smile from him, he pulls her back into a gentle and passionate kiss before gripping the hem of her shirt with his two hands, " take it off cariña " he whispers against her lips.

she smiles against his lips, before pulling back to remove her shirt over her head, his gaze lands instantly on her bare breasts, the chill air surrounding them causes her nipples to pepple, with an awe filled tone he whispers hoarsely, " so beautiful "

his lips attach over one of her nipples while his other hand squeezed her other breasts, her head leans back, soft labored breaths escape her parted lips, " oh fuck " – a shiver rolls down her spine the minute his arm wraps around her waist, tightening his hold, while he shifted his attention entirely on her breasts, the sounds escaping her lips spurring shivers to shoot directly below to his cock causing it to harden underneath her.

" césar " she whines, digits threading through his hair while he continued to pepper gentle kisses and bites across her chest. " feels so good "

once he was satisfied with his work, he pulls back and lifts his head up to capture her lips in a passionate kiss before he cautiously and gently teased the hem of her shorts. " are you still sure about this cariña? "

she nods a little too quickly causing a soft chuckle to escape from his lips, he responds with a deep tone. " in that case stand up and show me that delicious pussy "

she complied, standing up to undress herself entirely to his gaze, he pats his lap and she is quick to take her position back, she cradled his face to kiss him deeply while his hands roamed over every inch of her skin, then he leisurely slipped his hand in between her thighs, trailing a singular digit across her slick walls inciting a muffled moan from her, and a groan from his, " you’re drenched cariña "

" all for you " she sighs, pulling away to nuzzle her face in his neck, peppering kisses across the curvature of his neck, " only you " she whispers in his ear.

with his thumb rubbing her clit, he plunges a digit into her walls inciting a gasp from her, she lifts her head up, her eyelids ponderous, half shut as she relished in the sensation, " oh my god " she whimpers.

" cariña " he moans, pumping his digit in a leisurely torturous pace, his lips finding a home on her shoulder, " how come we never did this sooner? jesus, you’re so warm " he grunts.

" we should have " she murmurs, placing both his hands over his shoulders to stable herself while he continued to stimulate her sensitive walls. " fuck, fuck … " she whispers, her eyes tightly shut.

" you like how it feels cariña? think i should add another finger " he murmurs, pressing long and lesiure kisses to her jawline while he pushed another digit inside of her walls, inciting a loud whine. " it’s like it was waiting for me, such a delicious and warm pussy "

" césar, por favor " she moans, nuzzling her face once again in his neck.

he ups the pace, thrusting and curling his digits inside of her pussy walls while his thumb rubbed her clit in a circular motion. " i am here cariña " he whispers with a soothing tone before adding on, " i am here for you, let go for me, cum on my fingers cariña "

the knot in her lower abdomen, the rush she had been chasing for weeks on end enveloped her entirely, a whine erupts from her lips, " oh my god, fuck … fuck, just like that, oh fuck! "

he allows her to collect her breath before he pulled his two digits out of her pussy, coated with her arousal, he licks them clean while their eyes were locked with one another. " so delicious, might even become my favorite meal " he states with a faint smirk.

they walk to her bedroom, he places on top of the mattress, he then resumes with undressing himself before crawling up on the bed on top of her, " i’ve dreamt of this night for a long time " he admits with a deep tone, dipping his head down to kiss her.

" yeah? " she wonders, curious by his admission.

" you’ve always intrigued me cariña " he said, his gaze bore deeply into hers, " i hated marco for having you first, everytime i saw you with him, it killed me "

her eyes softened, with one of her hands caressing his cheek tenderly. " why didn’t you ever tell me this before? " she asks with a soft tone.

" fear cariña " he murmurs, pressing soft kisses across her collarbone, " i was afraid you wouldn’t understand how i felt "

her heart was racing upon hearing his confession, " i don’t know what to say " she whispers.

" you don’t have to say anything " he murmured, pecking her lips for a millisecond before adding on, " just let me make you feel good "

he pulls away, confusing her for a mere moment before she understood what he was looking for, " top drawer .. " she gestures to her night stand.

he reaches over, pulling out a condom wrap, he rolls it over his cock, stroking himself a few times, he crawls back up on the bed, " come on cariña, spread those legs for me " he said with a soft tone, his gaze trails down to her glistening pussy. " most beautiful sight, i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of it "

he teased her pussy with his tip just before leisurely easing himself inside of her entirely - the two of them sharing a unanimous gasp, she moans, her eyes flutter shut, " fuck, so good "

" keep your eyes on me cariña " he whispers hoarsely, wrapping his hand around her throat to force her eyes open, " want you to see break apart as i fuck you senseless "

her breaths grow labored, soft whines escape her lips. " please " she whispers.

" such a good girl, mi dulce bebe " he sighs, nuzzling his face in her neck, one hand had wrapped around tightly around her waist while the other rests against the side of her neck.

" césar, please fuck me " she half whimpers, half moans as he begins to move leisurely in and out of her, " fuck, just like that … " she sighs.

" cariña " he moans in her ear, " you’re taking my cock so well, such a good girl "

" feels so good " she whines, her back slightly arching off the mattress. " so good césar, don’t stop "

" i won’t cariña, i won’t " he murmurs, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. " so good to me, so good to me, i love you so much "

the skin to skin contact coupled with the sounds emitting from the two of them, " i can feel you squeezing me cariña, you’re squeezing my cock so good, you’re going to cum cariña? are you going to cum for me? "

" yes, please " she sighs, gasping before letting out a loud cry. " oh my god, yes, just like that … just like that "

in under an hour, she’d had two orgasms - he peppered her neck with soft kisses just as he chased his own high letting out a low grunt, it took him a mere minute to compose himself before he pulls out, discarding the wrapper before walking into her bathroom to grab two damp cloths, he returned minutes later, cleaning the pair up and helping her to get to the bathroom, afterwards the pair returned to bed, he tugs her into his embrace which prompted her to ask. " so where does this leave us? "

" cariña, i love you " he admits, with pure sincerity. " and if you let me, i can treat you better than he can "

her eyes welled up, as he kissed her forehead then added. " you’re my sweet angel "

" i love you " she pecks his lips.

" i love you too cariña " he murmurs.

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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨��𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

They often say that opposites attract and this was definitely the case with the two of them, he belonged to a grueling yet fulfilling career of being able to entertain the crowds each time he stepped out with ten hungry individuals that strived to succeed both at home and in away matches - she on the other hand belonged to a much more grueling and intense field that required her to mingle with individuals that are both physically and emotionally draining yet she knew that it was the standard if you want to be the person on top, especially as a woman in a male dominated business field in the media department.

The pair had met at a lavish gala that saw her company overseeing the Chelsea oriented sports gala to ensure it went off without a hitch, in the midst of mingling with guests, she was introduced to him and from there on forward, the pair were inseparable ever since for nearly four years up until tension began to rise between the pair in terms of their occupation, while he thrived both as a player and with his current plans to pursue his studies, she'd felt like she was caught in a state of limbo, working so hard yet still not achieving what she wanted - until that very day ...

He returned home after the international break to find her setting dinner up with an elated expression across her features which in turn caused a wave of confusion to envelop him, " What's gotten you so happy? "

She beams as she replied with an elated tone, " Go on, freshen up then we can sit down and I'll tell you "

Still confused, he nods then smiles at her, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead before he retreated to their shared bedroom, he showered, changed into more comfortable clothing then he steps out to the dining room, just as she emerged with a bottle of champagne. " Cariña? "

" Sit down " She gestures with a soft smile, as she pours the golden liquid in their glasses then sat down across from him, " You know that big deal I was chasing? the one where I'd be staying in Italy for two years "

His expression shifts, his mind draws back to the less than gentle conversation they had about five weeks back about the prospect of a 'long distance' relationship which admittedly did not sit well in any way, shape or form with him. " Yes "

" Well ... " She began, a broad smile across her lips. " I got it, I got the job "

He stiffens, " What? " he states.

Her smile drops instantly as she said, " What do you mean what? we talked about this a number of times César "

" I didn't think you'd actually go through with it " He retorts, a bit too loud than normal.

" What did you expect was going to happen? this is my career César, I am not going to halt my career for anything or anyone " She states as if it wasn't obvious already.

He frowns, " So I'm just anyone for you "

" That's not what I meant, and don't turn this back on me, you always hated how I'm independent " She bites back, rage evident through her tone.

" Well excuse me for wanting to be the man in this relationship, I thought we were fine, I mean, my job is enough to provide with the two of us " He said, shaking his head then chuckling dryly,

" Oh, so I'm just reduced to the dutiful girlfriend that's supposed to stay at home and wait for you " She retorts, laughing incredulously.

" That's not what I meant, I don't know what you want me to say " He said.

" Act like my boyfriend and be as supportive to me as I have been to you " She said before adding on, " besides, it's only for two years "

" And who's to say we'll even be together in two years, since you can't accept that it's ok to have a man take care of you " He bites back, his eyes widening at the realization of what he said. " Cariña? "

" No " She shakes her head, laughing. " No, I cannot be with someone that has no faith in our love, despite us being together for so long, not to mention someone that knows how hard my life had been " she stands up, blinking away the tears. " I'm going to pack an overnight bag and drive to a hotel, I don't know how long I'll be staying there but I just ... I can't be here "

César follows her to their bedroom, " Cariña, I'm sorry, don't leave please " he tries to plead with her.

" No " She shouts, turning to face him with bloodshot eyes. " No, I cannot and will not stay if you can't accept the fact that I have my own life, my own career that can be balanced while being one half of a relationship, so you know what, we're done "

His eyes widened, then he shakes his head repeatedly. " No, cariña, don't do this, please "

" You are the only person I have ever opened up my heart to, and what did you do? you shattered it entirely " She said with a shaky voice, grabbing the overnight bag to storm out of the bedroom and on towards the front door, suddenly she turns around to face him and says. " I hope you're happy César, goodbye "

That was the day, his heart had shattered in all of its entirety and that was the day, a new César Azpilicueta was born.

Everyone had noticed the shift in his persona, gone was the shy and rather recluse talented player, now being replaced by a crass individual that while he maintained close friends, wasn't exactly lovable by those around him, it didn't help that he'd begun to mingle in the club scene, bringing home an array of women each night to try and fill the void she had left by her departure.

He'd been advised by his management to stop his antics yet to no avail, his role on the pitch had lessened as a punishment for the way he's been behaving and to stop him from further deteriorating, he'd been ordered to attend therapy sessions in order to try and step out of the slump he'd willingly placed himself in, he begrudgingly agreed albeit it seemed that he only became worse and worse until his anger had resulted in him getting injured during Chelsea's bout against Tottenham causing him to be ruled out of action for nearly a year.

During his recovery, the coach had advised him to travel back home to try and recuperate both physically and emotionally to which he agreed, he'd booked a ticket to Spain, opting to take this opportunity to try and move forward from all the ache he felt, unbeknownst to him, she too hadn't been the same since their split - despite succeeding to great heights, her heart still yearned for him yet pride took over, especially once she'd seen the articles linking him to several women which affirmed her belief that he doesn't care about her at all.

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It'd been nearly eight years since the pair had physically seen one another, with him making the conscious decision to leave Chelsea as he knew his prime years were far behind him, the other reason being that London would constantly remind him of her - and Madrid was the perfect option, he'd been offered a new role in Atletico Madrid which suited him as he now felt more healed, and detached from the dark place he was in, he decided to dedicate his last years as a player in helping guide young players to come into their own element.

What started as a year contract with Atletico shifted into a renewal that saw him stick around for another year, and what a year that was.

With the 24/25 La Liga season kickstarting, the club had decided to host a charity gala hosted by Atlético Madrid and La Roja's captain Alvaro Morata as part of his solidarity in aiding to shed more light on women's struggle with breast cancer, César had been the first to donate a substantial amount of money as well as play his part in using his platform to bring more awareness, what he didn't expect was for the gala to play it's part in bring them back in each other's paths.

The venue was full of several guests from in and out of the football world, and he stood at a corner chatting with Marcos Llorente when suddenly, the pair were approached by an enthusiastic Alvaro and the last person he expected to see, her.

She was dressed to the nines, a bright azure gown that hugged her perfectly, complimenting her skin tone, her hair was longer and styled elegantly to frame her angelic features that despite them not seeing one another for eight years, still managed to take his breath away.

" Hermanos, this is the lovely woman behind the event flying without a hitch ... " He gestures to her with a cheerful tone seeping from his words.

" You don't have to introduce us " She interjects, " Señor Azpilicueta and I are already familiar with one another, however it's nice to meet you Señor Llorente "

Marcos smiled politely, " Please call me Marcos "

César forced a smile across his lips before he excused himself, making a beeline to step outside and get some fresh air - further confusing Marcos, however not Alvaro as he had managed to put two and two together following months of speculation as well as observing how César would often be occupied on his phone seemingly looking at a person's photo, the person in question being the woman he'd been introduced to by his wife Alice.

César on the other hand, stood outside with a raging heartbeat and trembling hands, with eyes clouded by the storm of emotions that enveloped him and an ache nagging deep in his heart, she seemed so distant, so cold and while he couldn't help her, a minuscule part of him had expected their meeting to go rather differently, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him causing him to turn around, coming face to face with Alvaro. " You should be inside " he gestures.

" Alice has it covered, besides you seemed like you lost all color in your face when you saw her, I take this is the woman that has clouded your mind for the past eight years " Alvaro deduced.

A sad smile adorns his lips, " That obvious huh? " he states with a dry chuckle.

Alvaro nods, chuckling as well before replying. " You never did say what happened? "

A soft sigh escaped his lips. " It's a long story "

" Then? " Alvaro prompted him, " Give me the short version "

" I messed up " He states, with an unreadable tone. " I really messed up "

Alvaro's brows shot up, " Oh, this is serious then " - sure he'd seen the downward spiral his friend and teammate was in a while back yet he never knew what caused it, until now that is.

" She's fiercely independent, so independent that I always wondered why she stuck with me " He starts off, a nostalgic smile across his lips. " We were together for four years when she told me about this deal she was chasing, headlining a major event in Italy which meant that I wouldn't see her for two years "

Alvaro frowns, then asked " surely you two tried to work things out, right? "

César's silence was enough for Alvaro to let out a groan of frustration then state with an incredulous tone, " Are you serious? Azpi, what did you do? "

" We fought, we really fought, and I said some things that I regret, she packed an overnight bag, went to a hotel, I tried to call her, she didn't answer, and when I ... " He breathes out a soft sigh, " When I came back home from an away match, she'd taken everything she had and I never saw her again "

To say Alvaro was bewildered would be an understatement, sure he'd seen the sudden and uncharacteristic shift César had gone through yet he'd never classify him as someone who'd be spiteful much less harm someone he cares about, " Wow " he murmurs.

" Yeah " He replies, an undertone of dejection seeping through his tone. " I wouldn't be surprised if she still hates me "

Alvaro was silent for a brief moment before he said, " I don't think she's the type to hold grudges "

" Alvaro, you don't know her like I do " He states, " The hurt in her eyes still haunts me to this day "

" You're right " Alvaro agrees, " I don't know her, Alice does and she says that she doesn't seem like a spiteful woman, if anything she's the epitome of sunshine "

The phrasing elicited a smile from César who said. " I used to call her that "

Alvaro chuckles, " I think fate intended for the two of you to bump into one another "

" What's the use? it's not like we're going to magically get back together " He said, his tone still carrying an unprecedented amount of dejection, he turns to Alvaro and adds on. " Alvaro, I appreciate you listening, but let's not talk about this again "

Alvaro watches him retreat back inside, he chuckles to himself. " Oh, you're in for a surprise hermano "

A week had passed since their encounter, with César attempting his best not think of her - yet it seemed as if his brain was determined to draw him back to her, so much so that upon hearing a soft and familiar melodic laugh causing a flutter to envelop his heart, he then looks up to see Diego Simeone, the manager chatting with a familiar figure which none other than her, confusion was evident across his features, however it soon vanished upon Alvaro approaching him to say. " Well would you look at that? looks like fate is determined to have you two be in the same place "

César's brows knitted in confusion, " Why is she here? "

" The boss said that the club agreed on her being in charge of all media related to the club moving forward " Alvaro explained.

" And how do you know this tidbit of information? " Marcos chimes in with a chuckle.

Koke laughs, " Alvaro likes to gossip Marcos, you know that! "

Antoine, who'd been silent for the most part decided to chime in as well. " I'm a little lost here, why are we talking about her? "

Alvaro grins, " She's the reason our dear Azpi here hasn't been the same for most, if not his entire career "

César shot him a glare before replying, " Don't listen to him "

Marcos raises a brow, before his eyes widen. " You mean she's ... Oooh " he smiles. " You never mentioned her, Azpi? "

" And I don't need to " César shrugs nonchalantly. " It's part of my past "

" That's cause he's too ashamed to admit he's still in love with her " Alvaro states as though it wasn't already obvious.

César shakes his head, " No I do not "

Before any of them could respond, the whistle was blown for the team to enter to regroup before continuing on with training, and as César was about to make his way inside, Diego calls out for him causing him to visibly wince before turning to face his manager as well as her, he responds. " Sí "

" Do you mind giving our guest a tour around the facility? after lunch of course " Diego states.

César looks at her, and she seemed so well composed that he couldn't gauge exactly what she felt, he forces a smile across his lips then says, " I can do it now, that's if she is alright with it "

" I don't want to take away from your time, I can wait " She states, attempting to remain as composed as possible.

" No " He shakes his head, " It's fine "

Diego smiles, " Very well then, we'll speak later "

César was now left alone with her, as well as a wave of awkward yet deafening silence - she avoids his gaze and states, " I see you've been doing well since leaving Chelsea "

He smiles, " It wasn't easy leaving London but I had to "

" I understand " She murmurs softly.

" Come on, we have a tour ahead " He said, the pair walking side by side to walk around the facility while he attempted to explain the history behind Atletico's achievements to the best of his ability.

She listened intently, commenting whenever she saw fit, and as they reached the end of this brief tour, she was about to turn around and leave before hearing her name slip out of her mouth causing to stop midway, she reluctantly turns around to face him as he walked up to her, " What? " she wonders.

César visibly swallows the lump in his throat before asking with a rather shaky voice, " If it's ok with you, I would like for us to have dinner together? "

Her brows knit in both surprise as well as confusion, " Pardon me? "

" It's been eight years, I think we can start over, least as friends " He reiterates his previous statement.

A soft laugh escapes her lips, a dry laugh for that matter. " You've got some nerve to say that? after what you've done "

" You can't hold this over my head " He whispers, " It's been so long "

" So? you think that just because I'm on top of the world with my job, that I'm perfectly fine " She states, with a sad smile. " No, César ... I'm not fine, and besides " she pauses, chuckling. " You seemed to be perfectly fine after I left "

The venomous tone in her last phrase reminds him of the spiral he'd been enveloped in, he looks down for a moment before looking back up and stating, " I wasn't fine either "

" Oh yeah, and fucking different women every night was your way of healing, well color me impressed César " She laughs once more before adding, " Listen, there's a reason why I haven't divulged or spoke of the fact that you and I have history together, so let's keep it professional ok "

As she turned around, ready to storm off - his following words caused her to freeze in place.

" I'm not going to stop until I get you back "

She was frozen for what felt like an eternity before she mustered up a crude reply, " I'd like to see you try "

That encounter seemed to be the match that ignited the clear fire between the pair - whilst she attempted her best to remain as calm, professional and composed as she can, the same couldn't be said about him, his antics started when she'd gotten home one night to find dozens of rose bouquets scattered around her front door with a single folded paper placed on top of her doormat, shaking her head, she reaches over to pick up the paper and unfold it, recognizing his familiar handwriting.

One day, you'll relent and see that we are meant to be.

She crumbles up the paper, composing herself before she entered her home, then she reaches inside her bag to pull out her cellphone, with the full of intent of calling him yet she realized that this exactly what he wanted - instead, she opted not to grant him the satisfaction of seeing her react.

The following morning, as she worked on establishing a new strategy to attract further eyes onto Atletico, especially the academy, she was interrupted by her secretary who tentatively entered her office carrying a small bag along with a plastic cup of coffee, " Señora, these are for you? "

She tilts her head in confusion, " I didn't order anything "

" I know señora " He responds softly, " Someone had ordered it for you! "

" Someone? " She echoed as he had placed the items on her table, suddenly realizing who that someone was, she smiles at her secretary. " Gracias, you can head back to work "

He nods then leaves her office, shutting the door behind him as she reaches over to grab the bag, gently opening to find a sealed cupcake box with yet another note, she rolls her eyes, pulling both the note and box out, she reaches for the note to read it.

You always forget to eat at this time, hope you enjoy the cupcake :)

She then opens the box to find her favorite cupcake flavor, a pumpkin spice cupcake - with frosting decorating the top that contained small writing which said ... [ my sunshine ], despite her attempts not to smile, her lips subconsciously curled up as she took a gentle bite from the treat before taking a small sip of the coffee, suddenly her phone vibrated inciting confusion as she pulled the device to her to check, it was a message from him.

you're welcome 😘

She shakes her head, then types back.

let's not act like I've forgiven you 😒

It didn't take long for her to receive a response in return.

I know, that's why I won't be giving up cariña 😏

His antics only seemed to grow rather ludicrous as time went on - when the club had invited her to oversee the players shooting a commercial for the club's sponsor company, she'd arrived and was lead to a makeshift office when the first thing she noted was an obvious message from him, a gift from the club in the form of an honorary jersey as well as another jersey, which happened to be a number 3 signed Azpilicueta jersey, and underneath the jersey was yet another note, she grabs the note, nearly chuckling as she read what he'd written.

I know you still hate me, but maybe you'd find it in your icy heart to put on this jersey for tomorrow's match :)

She shakes her head softly, placing the note inside her bag and as she was about to grab her laptop, she turns around coming face to face with him, he smiles at her then says, " You look lovely today "

Instead of responding, she throws up her middle finger. " Can't say the same for you "

He laughs, " Come on cariña, your heart didn't soften a bit for me? for the sake of old times "

She chuckles, " You said it yourself, my heart is icy, and it doesn't soften for people who had no faith in the love we shared " she moves past him attempting to walk out, only for her hand to gently grab her arm. " César, let me go "

" Not until you look me in the eye and say that you don't love me " He said with a soft tone.

Her eyes harden, the words lay dormant on the tip of her tongue, she wanted to say that she loved him yet the wound in her heart would sting every now and then reminding her that this was the same man that had blatantly stated that they'd split up should she accept her job in Italy, " I don't owe you anything "

He smiled in response, " I knew it "

" You don't know anything " She spat, releasing herself from his grasp. " I hate you "

He laughs, " I love you too cariña "

Suffice to say, things had grown definitely arduous, every now and then he'd send her looks which spoke more than his lips ever did - and as much as she tried to remain professional, her resolve had definitely begun to weaken much to her dismay, and much to his pleasure.

Alvaro, who'd been an observer to all the interactions was thoroughly amused, deciding to approach her the following day just before the match would kick off, the pair exchanged a relatively normal conversation until he decided to steer the direction towards César by stating, " You know, he really never forgot you? "

Her brows knit, her eyes narrowed at his statement, " Pardon? "

" Azpi " He clarified, with a soft smile. " Throughout the time I've known him, both in Chelsea, Atletico as well as the national time, not a single woman compared to you, sure he behaved like a complete idiot "

" That's an understatement " She chuckles dryly.

He laughs, " He really regrets how everything played out, and if you ask me, maybe you should give him a second chance "

She looks down, letting out a soft breath before looking up. " Did he send you? "

Alvaro shakes his head furiously, " No, but as a concerned friend, and someone that sees who you really are, you two are meant to be "

She laughs then shakes her head, " Well, if he didn't send you then you can tell him that I'm no longer the doe eyed girl that held him at a high regard "

" Just think about it " He said, before returning to the players to start warming up.

She was lead to the VIP box, and against her better judgment had decided to wear his jersey, a decision that had garnered his attention as around halfway through the first half - he'd assisted Alvaro in scoring a goal, and upon celebrating with his fellow teammate, his eyes trailed up to meet hers, his face visibly lighting up at her choice of jersey, she remained as stoic as she could be, a contrast to her raging heartbeat.

The second half proved to be more intense than the first, and while at first she wanted to appear uncaring of the match yet couldn't help but find herself at the edge of her seat, as César swipes through the midfield nearing the goal net, and in what appears to be a miracle manages to score the second goal which was reminiscent of his early days in Chelsea, reminding her of all the times she sat in the stands watching him perform at the highest of his abilities, she silently cheered, remaining as composed as possible only for the composure to vanish, only to be replaced by embarrassment as César runs to the corner of the pitch drawing a heart in the air then pointing at her, a move which saw a few eyes looking at her curiously, she visibly shrinks, hoping that her flaming cheeks weren't visible.

Mere hours after the match, she was lead to the backstage area by a security employee - the moment she stepped to the backstage area, she was approached by Alvaro who asked, " Did you enjoy? "

" I did " She replies, smiling widely. " You guys played very well "

" A little too well since someone wanted to impress you " Alvaro grins.

" Shut up " She laughs, before her eyes locked with his, she excused herself then walked up to him. " You did good "

He chuckles, " Just good? "

" Don't push it " She groans lowly.

He laughs softly, " I had to play at my highest ability since la guardiana de mi corazón was watching "

" You're something else Azpilicueta, do you know that? " She chuckles.

" Only for you, I told you, I'm not giving up " He replies with a visible beam.

She grows silent, chewing on her bottom lip, a move that instinctively drew his attention towards them, she was quick to compose herself then say, " If I were to accept your advances, and that's a big If - what would your intentions be? would they be like the first time? "

His eyes visibly softened, " I promise you cariña, I won't hurt you. I know I was blind, selfish too because providing for you made me happy, it made me feel like a man, like I had the incredible responsibility of protecting an angel, but I should have known that being overly protective and stubborn would cost me the most incredible woman I had, so if you agree to give me a second chance, I vow to honor it for the rest of my life "

Her eyes glossed upon hearing his words, " I may have my own career, my own income, and my own personality, but I'm still the girl that you love, the girl that loves you, sure my pride was getting in the way, however it was only because I didn't want to admit that my heart still belonged to you, even when you were the one that shattered it "

With no word uttered, he pulls her towards him, the pair sharing a warm embrace emitting of ache as well as longing. " I'm so sorry cariña, I'm so sorry " he whispers against her neck.

She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, " I love you " she whispers.

He lifts his head up, his cheeks stained by a few stray tears. " Say that again cariña, please? " he pleads with a shaky voice.

She leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips. " I love you "

" I love you too " He smiles widely.

" Azpi " She whispers with a soft tone, " Promise to never let me go? "

" I promise " He nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

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𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐩*𝐫𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

Once upon a time, a six year old César noticed a young curly haired girl around his age sitting in a corner all alone during recess, she had her food on one side while she worked on making a crown of daises, reluctant at first – he opted to approach her, introduced himself and asked if she could teach him how to make one as he wanted to gift his mother a special gift for the upcoming mother’s day.

That was the encounter that kickstarted such a bond that stuck with them throughout their entire lives, she would attend every academy match he participated in while he supported her rising ballet career, amidst their obvious platonic bond — the seed of his love, the love he carried for what felt like an eternity had in fact blossomed to the point where it was truly painful to be around her, especially since she wasn’t his.

The pair were in Marseille when she paid him a visit, gleefully announcing that she found a significant other, a fellow dancer whom she had fallen in love with during her time away performing across Europe, and as much as it shattered him to see her happy with someone else, he knew better not to be the one to disrupt said happiness, thus he resigned to being the best role he knew more than anything, the supportive best friend.

Admittedly, he tried to move forward, trying his own luck at dating a slew of women, some were flings, others were means to release the ever growing frustration he held in regards to the person who’d stolen her heart, yet nothing seemed to work – each time he took a step forward, she had managed to take him a hundred steps back, the frustration had seeped through, further affecting the bond they shared which in turn prompted him to accept the offer that came from Chelsea, that’s been the beginning of the end.

The pair hardly spoke unless it was during the holidays, or joint vacations shared with their family members, all the while he noticed how in love she seemed with that person, and as much as he tried to deny it, his mother would always spare him sympathetic looks, it seemed as if the ache was never ending for him, until …

He’d been preparing to head home as he hadn’t been able to secure a spot on the national team this time for the upcoming Euro campaign which allowed him a great chance to spend this time in Osasuna when his plans were disrupted by a phone call from her.

Her voice seemed detached despite her best attempts at appearing as cheerful as possible, as she decides that since they’ve barely been or spent time together one on one, that a nice holiday in Greece would be the perfect chance to relax as well as reconnect – hesitance had enveloped him for a brief moment until he relents, agreeing to accompany her on this vacations.

Three days into their vacation, he’d started to note how she seemed always lost in thought whenever they weren’t chatting which in turn prompted him to ask her one evening, while they were on a stroll in Mykonos, " Cariña, is everything alright with you? "

She visibly stills before quickly forcing a smile on her lips, " I’m fine, why do you ask? "

He knew she wasn’t, not even in the slightest which prompted him to reply, " You’re spaced out everytime we stop talking, not to mention there’s sadness in your eyes – what happened? "

She chews on her bottom lip, stopping to collect herself before responding. " He cheated on me "

César stands next to her, his expression shifting into that of a clear rage, " What? " he whispers, his heart shattering at the revelation she had made. " What do you mean he cheated? "

She inhales then exhales a deep breath then she explained, " I found out text messages, between him and a coworker he had, they dated back to two years, he was with me while he was also with her, he promised her a wedding, the perfect house, two or three kids, he basically said the same shit he told me " she chuckles dryly before adding on, " I'm an idiot aren't I? "

César shakes his head softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder tugging her into his embrace. " You're no idiot cariña, if anyone's an idiot, it's him - he had the most incredible human there is, and decided to mess up and lose her "

She instinctively leans into his embrace, seeking warmth as he continued to rub her back soothingly, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and whispered, " You're incredible cariña, don't let the pain he caused tell you otherwise "

She lifts her head up and smiles, " Thank you "

He smiles back, " No need to thank me cariña "

Later that night, while she slept soundly, the same couldn't be said about him - he would toss and turn in hopes of finally falling asleep, yet to no avail, he sat up, a soft sigh escaped from his lips, pulling the duvet off of him, he leaves his bedroom to head to the small kitchen and fetch a water bottle, he sits down in the living room, taking small sips while he attempted to calm his raging heartbeat due to the realization that she was no longer with that idiot, meaning there was a glimmer of hope that perhaps he can finally show her that he is the man she truly deserves.

Suddenly, he hears the sound of footsteps causing him to look up and find her standing there, a confused expression across her features. " Azpi, what's wrong? " she whispers, walking up to the couch then sitting down next to him.

" Nothing cariña, I just ... " He pauses, letting out a soft sigh. " I just couldn't sleep "

" Oh " She murmurs before frowning, " I'm sorry "

" Don't worry about it " He waves off her concern with a smile before leaning in to press a soft kiss on the side of her head. " Go back to sleep cariña, we have a long day tomorrow "

She smiles softly, then she stood up and said. " Goodnight "

" Goodnight cariña " He replies, watching as she returned back to her bedroom before retreating to his own bedroom.

The following day, the pair set off for a swim followed by a nice brunch at a restaurant near their hotel, while they were enjoying each other's company, he couldn't help but pry further. " Was this vacation meant for you and him? "

He noted how she visibly stilled before nodding wordlessly, " I thought a vacation would help renew our relationship but it didn't seem to matter to him " she said, " I didn't ask you to join me as just a rebound of some sort, I asked you to come because it didn't dawn on me just how wrapped up I was with his love that he made me forget the people that actually mattered "

He nods swiftly, " I'm not mad at you cariña, I hope you know that " he then reaches over to grasp her hand, he smiled then gently squeezed her hand. " I just hated him a lot " he chuckles.

" You and me both " She laughs.

They wrap up their brunch, opting to take a stroll near the shoreline in a wave of comfortable silence when suddenly, she leans in close to him, linking her arm with his which in turn sent his heartbeat racing at a rapid speed, he turns to her, forcing a smile on his lips that she happily mirrored before they continued their stroll, suddenly she stops causing him to also stop. " What's wrong? "

" The sun is casting an incredible hue over the water " She whispers in awe, marveling at the sight before her. " It's beautiful, isn't it? "

" It is " He agreed, not really looking at the view, rather he was looking at her.

Later on, they retreat back to their hotel suite after a beautiful dinner out - the moment they set foot inside, he makes the rash decision to grasp her wrist causing her to stop midway then turn to face him with a confused expression, " What's wrong? "

His eyes held an unreadable emotion, one that caused her to tilt her head in utter confusion, " I'm tired cariña " he whispers hoarsely, " I'm tired of pretending "

" Huh? " She murmurs, brows knit in confusion.

" Cariña " He whispers then tugs her towards him, wrapping an arm around her waist while he leaned in, resting his cheek against hers, " I can't endure this pain, this immense pain of not being able to call you mine "

Her eyes widened, " César? what are you talking about? "

" I don't know where this night will lead us to, but what I do know is that I can't hold myself back " He whispers, resting his forehead on hers. " This is the part where you tell me to stop cariña "

A wave of silence envelops the pair, with her attempting to absorb as well as comprehend what she had just heard, César had not once shown any interest, despite many people around them insisting that the pair were soulmates, yet here they were in this very moment, caught in a state of limbo that was broken by her decision to throw caution out the window by placing her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a gentle and passionate kiss that incited a deep groan from him.

She pulls back, and they catch their breaths - suddenly, she utters two single words in a soft tone. " Take me "

That was all the confirmation he needed, articles of clothing fly across the living room area creating a path to his bedroom, he shuts the door behind them as they struggle to remove their undergarments, once they were completely bare, he picks her up and throws her onto the mattress, her back gently hitting the mattress as he crawled up on top of her to capture her lips in a searing passionate kiss, inciting muffled moans from her, his lips pull away to trail a series of kisses across her jawline down to her neck. " Oh my god " she whispers.

" You have no idea how badly I've dreaming about this " He murmurs as his lips trail open mouthed kisses across her chest, placing gentle bites across breasts, " How much I ached for a night like this, cariña "

Her breaths were labored, her chest rising and falling at a leisure pace, " Why didn't you te- .... why didn't you tell me? " she asked, a gasp soon followed at the sensation of his lips wrapping around her nipple while his free hand toyed with the other one. " Fuck, just like that " she sighs, a surge of electricity courses through her veins all the way to her aching pussy.

" I was afraid cariña " He sighs, pressing a featherlight kiss to her abdomen before crawling down further to be at face level with her slick pussy, " You're just so perfect " he murmurs, trailing teasing across her inner thighs inciting a whine from her, " So beautiful, and just ... I felt like I didn't deserve you "

Her eyes glossed at the sheer sincerity seeping through his tone, she swallows the lump in her throat and whispers, " Please "

He understood what she meant, offering her an earnest smile before folding her legs over his shoulders to allow him perfect access to her glistening walls, he tentatively flattens his tongue against her pussy eliciting a soft moan from her, his eyes trail up to note her contorted features displaying the sheer pleasure. " I think I'm going to be addicted cariña " he whispers, his warm breath fanning in a manner that elicited yet another moan, this time it was louder than the previous one.

" César, harder please " She whines, threading her digits through his hair.

He groans in response, thrusting his tongue inside of her walls while his thumb gently caressed her clit, in turn she grips the bedsheets with one hand, so much so that her knuckles turned white. " Fuck, feels so good, so food " she whines, every nerve in her body set ablaze by his ministrations. " Oh my god " she cried.

His movements were articulate and fast paced all at once that it did not take long for her to be enveloped by the euphoric sensation brought upon by his tongue coupled with his thumb, he lapped up every bit of her arousal before pulling back then crawling up to capture her lips in a gentle kiss, inciting a unanimous moan from the two of them, he pulls back then rests his forehead on hers. " You're so delicious cariña " he whispers.

They exchange one last kiss before she pushes him onto the bed, situating herself on top of him, with a sweet smile, she dips her head down to capture his lips in a featherlight kiss, he works his way around helping her sit up properly, the pair sighing in pleasure as his cock slipped entirely inside of her walls, " Oh cariña " he moans, his hands gripping her waist. " You feel so good wrapped around me like that "

She stills for a brief moment, collecting her composure before setting a leisure pace, she starts to thrust up and down, the friction and heat incited gasps from the two of them, a mixture of grunts and curses escaping from the pair. " Oh my god ... feels so good, so fucking good - AH " she cried, reaching over to rub her clit with her thumb.

" Fuck cariña, I'm close " He groans, pulling her in to press his lips over her breasts, " I'm going to cum "

" Me too " She whimpers, " Fuck, let's cum together "

Her thrusts grew rapid and sloppy, coupled with the way their lips moved in harmony. " I can feel you squeezing me cariña, cum for me, I'm right there with you " he breathes out.

With a few lasts thrusts, she lets out a loud cry, collapsing on top of him before he soon followed, he didn't take long before caging her between his arms, his cock still nestled inside of her, he pressed his lips entirely over hers, their tongues colliding with one another causing her to moan against his lips.

" Wrap your legs around my torso cariña, I'm going to ravish you " He whispers, helping her wrap her legs around his torso. " Such a good girl "

The praise elicited a whine from her, as he began to thrust himself in and out of her soaked pussy walls, " César " she whines.

" I know cariña, I know " He murmurs, resting forehead over hers, one arm wrapped around her waist while he continued to thrust at a moderate pace, " Fuck " he groans.

He closes the distance by kissing her once again, this time with a lot more force. " Come on, cum for me cariña "

She withers underneath his touch, her muscles tensing before the knot in her lower abdomen explodes once more, with him soon following - as the pair collapsed on top of one another, he then laid down next to her, collecting his breath.

She sighs softly, then looks at him. " Where does this leave us? "

" Wherever you want cariña " He said, " I care about you, and I don't want to pressure you "

She grows silent, debating the pros and cons moving forward, suddenly she leans in to kiss him before whispering, " We keep it casual, I don't want to lose you, so we keep it casual, and see where it goes "

He offers her a soft smile, " That's fine by me "

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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐦, 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫). 𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐦 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨!

The last thing he expected upon returning to Spain was for his heart to be healed in such a manner that all his mind could think about, all he could dream about for that matter was her, and the worst part is – they hadn’t even spoke to one another, the most they were able to say were passing greetings and polite smiles, and even then he felt like a madman, a total of six months of pure silence between them yet she had managed to win him over.

Most of their encounters took place in a local gym near the complex they just so happen to be living in, with her living a floor below his – they cross paths in the elevator as well, even then they never truly conversed, until that one particular morning …

He had a two day window before the team’s first session since the International break, it had been a relatively leisure, uneventful day that he figured spending it in the gym would not be so bad, and it just so happens that he wasn’t the only individual who had gotten that idea.

He walked in, his gaze immediately landing on her – her choice of workout attire left little to the imagination, he had to look away almost instantly so as to not seem like a complete creep, he walked towards his usual station to begin his workouts, a wave of silence between the pair, it seemed that they were the only ones present in the gym.

Around an hour into their workouts, he was at his last rep when suddenly,

" Disculpe? "

A soft velvety voice flows through his ears, he looks up and is instantly drawn to her verdant eyes reminding him of beautiful spring days, it took him a mere minute to muster up a smile then respond, " Sí? "

" I didn’t want to bother you " She begins, followed by a nervous chuckle as she adds on, " Normally I have someone else to spot for me in this workout since it’s my last, but since we’re the only two here –erm– … maybe you can help me out by spotting me, that is of course if you are able to "

Her request had taken him back, they edged a total of seven months and here she was, being the first to break the wall between them, to say his heart was thumping rapidly would be an understatement – he wondered if she was able to hear it, " Sure " he responds with a cool tone, a clear contrast to the nerves bubbling inside of him.

A visible sense of relief was evident across her features, " Thank you, I normally hate disturbing other’s workouts so I’m grateful you accepted "

" I don’t mind, I mean we are sort of neighbors, aren’t we? " He states, with a jocular tone.

" With a only a floor separating us " She points out before extending her hand to introduce herself to him.

" It’s nice to meet you, I’m – " He was about to speak when she interrupts him.

" César Azpilicueta " She grins, " I know who you are, my neighbor on the floor is a big Atletico fan "

He laughs, " Ah " then he asks her, " and you aren’t? "

She hides her smile as she begins her set, " I am too occupied to pay attention to anything honestly "

" Oh? " He said, his eyes shining with curiosity. " What do you do? if you don’t mind me asking of course "

" I work as a nurse, and rarely do I get days like this for myself " She responds with a soft smile before adding on, " So I try to make the best of them "

If he wasn’t intrigued by her then, he was surely intrigued now. " That’s quite honorable I must say "

She offers him a soft smile, before she added on, " And grueling "

He chuckles, " True? "

A wave of silence camps between them, as his gaze rakes over her form as she started her workout, every now and then his gaze trails over her body however he’d quickly look away, internally scolding himself for the images that his mind had weaved, he willed himself to do what was asked of him until she finished her last rep. " All done! " she smiles.

" You know your way around these equipments " He tries to start up yet another conversation, to distract his mind from all the images flashing in front of him.

" They’re a great way to unleash frustration " She giggles.

" You don’t strike me as someone that gets frustrated " He states.

" That’s cause being a nurse isn’t frustrating, it is something I love even if it hurts me, now when it comes to dating men " She said, a dry laugh escapes her lips. " That’s a whole story "

His brows shot up at her remark, " Oh my .. " he chuckles.

" Everytime I try to put myself out there, he’s either an immature idiot, selfish prick, or someone that only cares about sex " She states, aggressively lifting the weights in her hands as she adds on," Don’t get me wrong, I love sex just as much as the next person does but is it too much to ask for a decent person that doesn’t spend the entire date commenting about how my dress looks better on his bedroom floor "

He grows silent for a brief moment, causing her to look at him through the reflection of the mirror. " What? " she states.

He didn’t respond verbally, instead he grabs her hand further confusing her – he leads her to the shower areas, " What are we doi— " her words were swallowed upon feeling his lips press entirely on hers, an act of pure passion as well as an unprecedented amount of longing that incited a sigh from her.

He pulls back a minute later, " Listen, we can figure this out once we walk out but for now " he whispers against her lips, their breaths labored, their chest touching as they rose and fell at a rapid pace, " I’m going to fuck you senseless "

The phrasing coupled with the way he looked at her, seemed to awaken a flicker of desire that had been dormant for ages, she rests her hand on the back of his neck – tugging him in to gently press her lips over his before whispering. " Please! "

Articles of clothing fly across the spacious area until the pair were completely bare of any restrictions, he pulls her in towards one of the shower stands, he reached behind him to turn on the shower head allowing the warm water to soak them entirely.

The sensation of the droplets pricking her body caused her to instinctively move closer to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders whilst his roamed over her body, caressing and squeezing every inch of skin, his lips move to trail featherlight her passionate kisses across the curvature of her neck.

He backs her up against the wall, caging her with his arms while their kiss deepened, he swiped his tongue across her lower lip, granting him further access to her mouth, their tongues enter a losing battle of dominance, " I’ve dreamt about this for ages " he states hoarsely, " Nearly seven months of physical pain cariña, all I could think of was to have you in my arms, worship you the way you rightfully deserve "

Her eyes widened, labored breaths escape her lips. " Why didn’t you say anything? " her hands cradle his face.

His eyes flutter shut, instinctively leaning more to her touch. " Fear, cariña. I was afraid, if you could only see yourself from my eyes " he murmurs, " everytime I saw you, all I could think of was – she’s so beautiful that I just know she’ll hardly notice me "

" Oh! " She whispers, tentatively leaning in to nuzzle her nose against his inciting a smile from him, " I would have noticed you, had I not been so wrapped up with word " she giggled.

He chuckles, " Well … " he trails his lips down to her neck, " Now you have a way to unleash your frustration other than the gym "

She laughs, the laughter soon shifting into a moan upon the unexpected yet welcomed intrusion of his cock, slipping entirely into her slick walls. " Fuck " she sighs.

He rests his forehead against hers, one arm wrapped entirely around her waist while the other rests on the side of her neck, " From this point on … " he breathed out, pecking her lips. " We take it slow, I’m going to ensure that you feel like the most beautiful woman in the entire world, going to make time for you " he murmurs, setting a lesiure pace of thrusts.

She whines, her eyes flutter shut. " Oh my god, yes "

" You deserve every thing the world has to offer cariña " He whispers in her ear, nuzzling his face in her neck, their hips colliding each time he thrusts. " I’m going to make sure every bit of it "

" Please " She whimpers, clinging onto him, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall. " Please, harder "

He lifts his head up, resting his forehead on hers, " You think you can handle it cariña? " he whispers.

" Yes " She closes the distance between them, kissing him until they were both out of breath.

His pace quickens, all the while he decorated her neck with intricate markings that served as both a reminder to the two of them that it actually happened. " Feels so good " he murmurs, " Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock "

" It feels good, so fucking good — Oh fuck " She whines, " Don’t stop "

His hand slips below, thumb landing directly over her clit. " You’re … " he whispers, " My … " he pecks her lips. " Girl now "

" Yeah? " She whispers, pressing soft kisses against the corner of his lips. " Am I? "

" Yes " He kissed her again, leaving her breathless, " Yes you are, and I’m not taking no for an answer "

" I wouldn’t dream of it " She giggles, gasping when he upped the pace of his thrusts, the thrusts grew sloppy. " Fuck "

He stilled for a moment, hesitation flickers in his eyes, she softened upon realizing what he was thinking of, she kissed him softly and murmured, " I’m on the pill, I’m safe "

He nods wordlessly, kissing her once again before he started to thrust in and out of her slick walls, " Let go for me cariña, let go, cum for me "

With a few more thrusts, the knot in her lower abdomen exploded, she lets out a soft cry. " I - Oh fuck " she sighs, " Fuck yes … fuck "

He followed soon after, letting out a soft grunt, resting his forehead across her shoulder. " So good to me cariña, so good to me " he whispers.

They collect their breaths, clean up before they step out of the shower, once they changed – he decides to ask, " What do you say we go and get something to eat? "

She smiles widely, " Of course "

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐀𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞�� 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐤!

" Are you serious? The Conjuring "

César, her fiancé of one year had suggested an indoor film night to celebrate Spain's impressive win over Georgia in the Euro qualifiers, a horror film certainly did not qualify as a relaxing film night - he looks at her with a grin, " cariňa, come on, please " he pleads with a soft tone, his eyes wide and doe like.

" You know I don't do well with horror films " She retorts, crossing her arms in frustration, it was true, she knew that horror films weren't real yet she hated every bit of them.

He chuckles softly, tugging her close to him. " I know you don't, but this is a good way to defeat your fear, and plus ... " he pauses, gesturing to himself. " I'm right here, aren't I? "

It wasn't the first time he'd done this, on several occasions he tried to convince her to watch a film and each time she refused to do so - she looks at him, without uttering a single word before a soft sigh escapes her lips. " Fine " she grumbles.

He smiles widely, " I promise, I'll shield you when there's a jump-scare on screen "

She shakes her head, still wearing a hesitant expression across her features. " I can't believe I'm doing this " she murmurs.

He covers the two of them with a blanket, plops the bowl of pop corn between them then grabs the remote to turn on the television, he tugs her closer to him as the film began, she tentatively kept her gaze on the screen while the scenes played on, every now and then she lifts her head up to look at him, taking a moment to study his features that were illuminated by the tv light, he swiftly looks down and smiles. " Focus on the movie cariňa "

Her cheeks redden, and she looks away. " You're a better view than the film " she whispers.

His lips curl into a smile, " My cute scaredy cat "

She pouts, " Don't say that "

He pressed his lips to her forehead and murmured, " You are, you're my adorable scaredy cat "

She looks away, trying her best to focus on the film, however as the jump-scares progressed, so did her fear, every now and then she gasps and nuzzles her face close to his chest causing him to chuckle and press soft kisses to her forehead. " Relax, I'm right here "

Yet she couldn't, halfway through the film she spent it burying herself on his chest, so much so that by the end of the film, she was practically on top of his lap, he rubs her back and laughs. " cariňa, you can look now, the film is over "

She lifts her face and pouts, " I can't deal with this "

" We might need to work harder so you can defeat your fear of horror films " He chuckles softly.

She shot him a death glare then grumbled something under her breath before he was being silenced by his lips pressing on top of hers eliciting a soft sigh from her, she cradled his face in her hands as they exchange a sweet kiss, then he pulls back and rests his forehead on hers. " I have the cutest scaredy cat for a girlfriend "

" César " She whines in response.

His chest rumbles with laughter, as he continued to pepper soft kisses across her cheek. " I love you ... " he whispers before adding with a teasing tone. " scaredy cat "

She hides her face in his chest, " I love you too " she murmurs softly.

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𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐤. 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭 𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.

( my angry pookie bear )

" Azpi, are you ok? "

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his national teammate and friend, Alvaro Morata, the players were currently training for their upcoming match against Georgia for the Euro campaign, and yet he wasn’t certain if he was truly a hundred per cent there given the feelings which have been consuming him as of late, he looks up, offering Alvaro a soft smile before nodding. " I’m ok "

Alvaro chuckles softly, if there was one thing he knew about César; it was that he was at the most part, a highly focused man both during training and on the pitch yet the past few days he’d noticed how spaced out the older male had gotten, " No you’re not, come on … " he gently kicks the ball towards him before adding, " What’s up? "

To say he was uncertain about divulging into his emotions would be an understatement, it all started three months into his arrival to the Colchoneros side in Madrid, a brand new yet familiar chapter in La Liga, and during his stay in Madrid, he found himself growing attached to an individual in his building, a young woman residing in the apartment across from his.

They never exchanged any word past the standard greetings and soft smiles of acknowledgment, he didn’t even know her name until he heard the owner of the building who resided on the first floor greet her and chat with her, she seemed so animated chatting with the older woman that it peaked his curiousity in regards to who she is.

He heaved out a sigh, realizing that there was no harm in seeking advice from Alvaro, seeing as he was happily married with his own family - " How did you approach Alice? "

Alvaro’s lips curled into a knowing smile, he had finally realized why his friend and teammate wasn’t a hundred per cent in — he took a moment to respond, " I was terrified, we had been on friendly terms for a few months and even then I knew that she was the one, her passion for life, the way she carried herself " he trails off, smiling " I just knew that she would be the perfect mother and she is, it took a lot for me to truly face what I felt head on "

César nods, " What if you never knew her? would it have been easy to ask her? "

Alvaro hums softly, " Honestly … yeah, my heart knew and when you believe in your heart, it’s easier to jump in " he smiles, " So whoever she is, she’s lucky "

He held on to what Alvaro said, placing it in the back of his mind as the national team dove into the match against Georgia, scoring an impressive 7-0 in that match before the international break was put on a halt, with the pair returning to La Liga action.

Two days before the derby, César had returned home from training drained and completely exhausted, more than ready to sleep away the night before his eyes widened upon seeing her standing near his doorway, he adjusts his posture then walks up to her with a soft smile, " Hi " he greets her with a soft tone.

She looks up, her eyes widening and cheeks immediately reddening before she muttered a soft, " Hi " in return, she visibly swallows the lump in her throat before adding on, " I don’t know if you -um- … if you eat properly, because I have noticed that you return home very exhausted which naturally means you’re probably not getting a good meal so -erm- … I made you something, it’s healthy so you don’t have to worry but I would really sleep well knowing that at least you’re sleeping on a full stomach "

His eyes widened, the drowsiness he felt suddenly disappearing as she handed him the wrapped plate, " Oh " he murmurs before looking up to meet her tentative yet kind gaze, his lips curve into a smile. " Thank you "

She mirrors his smile, " You’re welcome, I’m going to head home so have a nice night "

" You too " He responds, watching as she walked towards her front door. " Do you have anything two days from now? "

She halts her steps midway then turns around, shaking her head she asks. " Why? "

" Have you ever attended a football match live? " He wonders with a curious tone.

She grows silent, before smiling and shaking her head, " Last match I attended was the 2010 World Cup final when Spain won, why? "

" I’ll buy you a ticket to come see the Madrid derby " He shrugs with a soft smile, " If that peaks your interest "

Her brows shot up in surprise, " Why? " she asks with a smile.

He chews on his bottom lip before a nervous chuckle erupts from his lips, " I’ve been trying to find a way to talk to you for a while and to be honest, I was lost until I saw you just now, you can say no if you don’t want to come " he rubs the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze.

The gesture was enough to have her giggling then saying, " I’ll come but don’t spend your money on me, I’ll purchase the ticket "

" No please " He interjects with a soft smile, " I want to "

For a brief moment, she did not say anything before relenting with a soft chuckle. " Ok! I will bite "

He beams, " Perfect, do you mind if I get your phone number, to send you the details? "

She shakes her head, " I don’t mind " she takes his cellphone, typing in her number then calling her phone before handing the device back to him. " Goodnight "

" Goodnight " He smiles.

Suffice to say that experiencing the derby live was quite the experience for her, she’d seen her fair share of matches on the television yet it paled in comparison to actually being present and witnessing the passion of the fans in attendance, and just as the match concluded with a 3-1 win to Atletico, she left the stadium and was about to head to her car when a familiar sound calling her name caused her to stop midway, she turned around to spot César jogging up to her, with a soft smile she said. " Hi "

He mirrors her smile, " Hi, what did you think of the match? "

She giggled, " It was quite intense but I mean you guys won, so congratulations "

" Thank you " He nods, still wearing the same smile. " Do you want to -um- … do you want to join me for dinner later? there’s a restaurant nearby? it’s not fancy but I like going there sometimes? "

Her brows shot up, surprise itched across her features. " Like a date? " she deduced.

A visible rosé dusts his cheeks, followed by a nervous chuckle that erupts from his lips. " No I mean … it’s, an invite as a friend, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or make it seem like I’m creep because I’m not " he rambles on, " I’m … like I said, I wanted to talk to you ever since I saw four months ago and it was nerve wrecking for me if I’m being honest with you "

She covers her mouth for a brief moment before she responds, " César "

He stops, blinking rapidly. " Yeah? "

" Text me the name of the restaurant and I will meet you there " She states before waving at him then walking back to her car.

It took a second for him to register that she agreed before grinning, he sprints towards the bus before immediately sending her a text message with the details, his excited expression caught Alvaro’s attention, " I take it things are going well "

César chuckles, " They are " he shakes his head, " They truly are! "

_________________________________________

Later on that night, César sat down in his usual table - glancing out the window every now and then to check if she had arrived, and when he turned his head away for a moment, glancing down at his phone; the chiming of the bell caused him to look up, his face lighting up when she walked in, dressed in a casual yet elegant knee length white floral printed dress with a baby pink cardigan on top, her hair was down in beautiful curls for the first time since he’d seen her, her features highlighted by the soft makeup she wore.

She walks up to the table and smiles, " Hi "

He was quick to stand up, mirroring her smile. " Hi " he walks around to pull the chair for her to sit in. " Here you go "

She smiles, " Thank you " she sits down and watches as he returns to his seat. " This is a lovely place "

He nods in agreement, " It is, I usually come here whenever I need to clear my head "

" Alone? " She asks with a curious tone.

" It’s not like I have anyone " He chuckles, not wanting to ruin the mood. " I just come here cause it gives me a sense of home, reminds me of my mother’s cooking "

" Aw " She smiles, " It’s so cute "

" Oh well " He shrugs softly, with a soft smile.

They spend the rest of the night chatting after they ordered their meals, divulging further into their lives beyond their careers - he’d come to know that she’s an artist for a living, which explained why there would always specs of paint on the t-shirts she wore whenever he saw her out, " So you paint for clients? or you paint and sell? "

" It depends on, I do both - and my instagram page is booming with success so it’s nice, I love art, it’s nice to have an artistic outlook on life " She states.

" That’s nice " He states with a soft smile before they into a brief wave of silence.

She decides to break that wave of silence by asking, " What made you move back home? "

" I missed being here, and besides … there was nothing left for me to prove in London, so it felt right " He smiles, " and I think I can find my happiness here "

The last phrase elicited a smile from her, " Are you happy now? "

" I’m very happy " He nods, smiling softly.

They end the night on a high note full of chatter and a lovely atmosphere, they return home and just before she enters her apartment she grabs his wrist causing him to turn around with a confused expression which soon shifted into surprise when she had taken the plunge, closing the distance between them to capture his lips in a soft kiss that had definitely took him by surprise that quickly vanished as she deepened the kiss, inciting a groan from him.

She pulls back and giggles, " I wanted to do that since the day I saw you " she whispers.

He smiles, " I’m glad that you did "

" I hope you know what this means " She states.

" What? " He wonders.

" You’re not getting rid of me that easy " She grins.

" I wouldn’t dream of it " He smiles.

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( this man has done nothing wrong in his life and I will defend him for all eternity )

𝑇𝘩𝑎𝘵 𝘥𝑟𝘦𝑠𝘴 - 𝘵ℎ𝘢𝑡 𝑑𝘢𝑚𝘯𝑒𝘥 𝘤𝑟𝘪𝑚𝘴𝑜𝘯 𝘥𝑟𝘦𝑠𝘴.

With ponderous breaths, a wave of unprecedented tension was enveloping the atmosphere around them; one hand grips her waist while the other rests against her neck, and her lips - the inclination that had been gnawing him had shifted into pure lust with specs of something deeper, the sounds that were coming out of her mouth and into his spurred him on to deepen the kiss and subconsciously seek further warmth in order to relieve the aching her felt at the moment.

" Are you sure about this? " He asks with a small voice before adding, " If we go through this, there's no going back " he swipes his tongue across her lower lip, inciting a soft whimper.

" Well " She murmurs, with doe eyes that were darkened by the lust she felt. " You want to know something? "

" What? " He whispers, thumb stroking the apple of her cheek before pressing a featherlight kiss to her jaw.

" I only bought this dress so you can take off " She admits with a soft sight, " So, if we cross the line - then may the lord forgive me because I don't plan on going back "

That was all he needed, he hoists her up in his arms and smiles before leading her to his bed, he places her down then turns her around so that her back is facing him; one hand grips her waist while the other leisurely lowers the zipper of her dress, loosening the material to reveal that she was braless which further sent waves of excitement across his body, spurring him to plant open mouthed kisses across her shoulders, he then uses his hands to lower the material down until it slipped and pooled around her feet, she swiftly turns around and he takes his time in drinking her in, the curvatures of her body, " Es muy bonita ( So beautiful ) " he whispers in awe.

Her cheeks grow warm under his gaze, with shaky hands she slides his suit jacket before moving to unbutton his shirt all the while he kept his warm hands on her waist, callous digits caressing her hips, with a faint smile, " It's ok hermosa, you don't have to be nervous " he cooed.

" I'm not " She pouts before finally being able to help him remove the shirt, her gaze darts down, admiring his physique before he closed the distance between them by attacking her neck with teasing kisses, subconsciously rubbing his clothed cock against her. " Oh " she sighs.

" I've been thinking about this ever since you walked in the venue, and that dress, that damned crimson dress had invaded my senses " He murmurs. " No tienes ni idea de cuánto me afectó ( You have no idea how much it affected me ) "

" I can tell " She giggled, the giggle transformed into a yelp when he gently pushes her onto the bed.

He spent a few minutes kissing her all while his hands were occupied with unbuckling his pants and swiftly removing them followed by his boxers. He pulls back and whispers, " I'm not going to take my time "

" We have all night " She said, " Let's skip to the good part "

Her panties were ripped in half, while he swiped his thumb over her clit, swallowing the moan that escaped her lips with his own - the other digit moved up and down teasing her pussy walls. " Mi buena chica ( My good girl ) " he cooed. " You're getting wet aren't you? "

" Sí " She whimpers, " I want to feel you inside of me " she whispers through ponderous breaths, " please, I want to feel your cock buried deep inside of me "

" Say no more mi vida " He smirks, with one hand stroking his hardened cock using the spec of precum to coat his dick before slowly thrusting deep inside of her, " Joder .. ( Fuck ) " he groans.

" Oh " She moans, her hands clawing on his back, while his teeth were occupied with painting her neck with his own marking. " Por favor, No te detengas ( Please, don't stop ) "

His thrusts were leisure and meticulous, he wrapped his arm around her waist to lift her up to him while his hips collided with hers, " Such a good girl, you're taking me so well " he cooed, caressing her cheek while he continued to kiss her neck. " Joder ... you're squeezing me dry baby "

" I can't help it " She whimpers, " You feel so good "

" Yeah " He said with a smile, " Are you going to cum for me? come on baby, cum for me "

He thrusts became faster, sloppy in motion while he moved to kiss her lips, groaning against them, " cum for me hermosa, come on "

She cried out in euphoria, her eyes were blurred by the intense pleasure her body felt. " Joder, I'm cumming "

" I'm right there with you hermosa " He moans, grunting as he spilled entirely inside of her.

He pulls out, and walks to the bathroom to grab small wet towels - he helps her clean up then cleans himself up before he takes her in his arms, " I'm not done with you yet " he murmurs kissing the top of his head.

" I know, I'm not going away anytime soon " She smiles.

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𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢? )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭��𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐚 ( 𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟎 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

They were neighbors, he'd moved into the building a year and a half after her to the flat across from hers, their doors faced each other - they only saw one another in the morning; trading a soft smile and soft greeting before they each went about their separate ways, she knew who he was, everyone knew who he was, however ... she'd possessed the common decency and refrained from displaying any kind of affinity so as to not put any kind of stress of him, instead she resigned to treating him like a neighbor, an individual you'd only see when you step out the door to go to work or when you finally come home after a long way to work.

However, around her second year of living in that building, that being his first - on one night, she was in the midst of finishing her latest painting when the sound of a knock on her front door had startled her, drawing her out of her own bubble; confused, seeing as she barely gets any visitors unless it was her close friends - she placed the wooden tray on the table along with the brush, and strode towards the front door to check who was behind her door, and when she looked through the peephole, her eyes widened; as she subconsciously tries to flatten her hair before twisting the knob to open the door, smiling she said. " César! "

" Hola " The Spaniard waved in a rather shy manner which undoubtedly tugged on her heart as she noticed throughout greeting him in the morning, just how shy he was.

" Can I help you? " She asks with a confused expression, she didn't want to appear rude, however she assumed he'd be asleep by now seeing as footballers tend to have a strenuous schedule.

" Erm ... " He opens his mouth for a moment before chuckling, " I had cooked, and realized that I made far too much and since I only know you, well -kind of- " he pauses for a moment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck before he said. " I figured, who better to ask to join me for dinner than you "

To say she was surprised would be an understatement, sure there was that small affinity she had for him, not just as a footballer but also for being a genuine person which is a rarity in this day and age, she smiled shyly, " Ok, but can you like give me a few minutes because as you can see " she gestures to the old t-shirt and shorts combination she wore, " I'm a little underdressed "

He grins then says, " you still look beautiful " his eyes widen and he adds, " please don't take that the wrong way "

She giggles, " Relax, I won't " she waved off his concern, " I'll see you in a bit "

Who would have thought? such an encounter could be the setting stone to a rather interesting arrangement, that dinner date lead to another and another, it paved the way to movie nights, and nights where the pair would just sit and chat over a glass of wine, ah yes the glass of wine which lead to the line of friendship between them to blur almost instantly.

César had taken the initiative, subconsciously leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss which she could only describe as akin to being enveloped by a warm blanket, no hesitation on either of them, the kiss had deepened, and before either of them knew it, clothing articles were thrown across the living room as they stumbled to her bedroom and that was the night that everything shifted.

They were both at the same place, too occupied by their careers to consider the prospect of a permanent relationship which lead to this very small and apparently harmless arrangement, they'd get together whenever they can, enjoy their time, no words were exchanged other than that of comfort and the most important rule of that arrangement, they do not grow attached, if they did .. one of them would end it.

It was facile at first, she didn't have the time to notice how tender and sweet he was as the charming and lovable neighbor across from her, only ever seeing him once they've cleared up their schedule and vice versa, it was facile until it became arduous.

That night, she'd gotten home and was more than prepared to sleep off the exhaustion; she showered the remnants of the stress and was about to change when she heard the vibration of her cellphone, confused - she grabs the device to cheek, and her heart flutters upon realizing who it was.

are you free?

She chews on her bottom lip, taking a moment to try and formulate a response, while her bed was more than tempting for her to sleep in, she wouldn't mind spending the night with César, she pressed the keyboard and quickly typed back her response.

yes, I am ... just got home from work.

it didn't take long for her to receive a response from him,

perfect, dinner is freshly made and tonight ... you're staying with me.

Excited by the prospect, she sent him one last text before changing into a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt, she grabs her phone and keys then steps out before knocking on the door - around a few minutes, the door opens and he instantly lights up, snaking his arm around her to tug her into his flat, he greets her with a soft kiss and murmured against her lips with a smile, " I missed you bebita "

" I missed you too " She wraps her arms around his neck, " How was the International break? "

He sighs, " draining but I'm glad I am back because ... " he trails off with a grin. " I missed you "

" You did? " She giggles.

César smirks, pressing small feather light kisses to her neck then he whispers against her skin. " Sí, Te extrañé mucho mi dulce niña ( I missed you a lot my sweet girl ) "

Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, supressing a soft moan as she thought of her next move - she grasps ends of his shirt causing him to look up, " Let's skip to the good part "

A wide grin appears across his lips, he hoists her up in his arms, nearly sprinting towards his bedroom, he closes the door behind him then turns around, walking up to her to cradle her face in his hands to plant the sweetest kiss before pulling back to help her remove her t-shirt, and then her shorts. " Hermosa " he whispers in awe.

Normally she wouldn't be affected by such terms, yet now it felt deeper, so much deeper especially when in that moment, he undressed himself and picked her up in his arms to lay her on the bed.

He takes a moment to look at her, truly look at her. " Three weeks were definitely hard on me "

" How so? " She wonders.

Instead of answering directly, he decides to peck her lips. " Every night I kept on thinking of you " he murmurs, lowering his head to nibble on her neck. " I thought of kissing you " he adds lowering his lips to her collar bone, " of embracing you " he whispers, " of fucking you but this time it won't be quick "

Her brows furrow, confused by what she heard. " What do you mean by that? "

He looks up, pressing soft kisses across the valley of her breasts followed by his digits teasing her nipples through her bra. " I am going to take my time with you " he sighs, " as much time as I can "

Her face grows warm, " Yeah? " she whispers.

" Yeah " He nods with a soft smile, gently helping her remove her bra then her panties, a soft yet deep growl escapes from his throat. " You are perfect, so perfect " he sighs with a smile.

Every night they spend together, seemed quick, a mere manner in which they both use one another to destress yet this time was different.

He cradles her face, their lips gently moving against one another in a rhythmic motion, his free hand caressed every bit of skin he could feel with precision and a gentle caution, the kind that had her melting in his arms, " César " she moans out his name which caused a surge of blood to travel straight to his cock.

" Hermosa " He grunts, " Before we go further, I want to try something "

" What is it? " She wonders, in between huffing out heavy breaths.

Instead of responding, he lowers himself down and spreads her legs, a sigh escapes his lips; hot breath fanning against her swollen aching pussy which made her whimper. " Please "

" Shh, I got you hermosa " He cooed, teasing her with a few licks before he wrapped his lips entirely around her pussy, using both his mouth and tongue with his hand flattened against her abdomen to prevent her from squirming further.

Minutes were akin to an eternity, the sensation of his tongue coupled with his digits was enough to elicit symphonic sounds from her lips which eventually lead her to riding her first orgasm.

He pulls back, and sits up to remove his boxers before he crawls back up to her to kiss her all the while he teased the tip of his cock to her pussy, hissing when he thrusts himself all the way through causing a groan to escape his lips, " Perfect " he murmurs against her lips. " You are perfect "

From leisure strokes to down right sinful strokes coupled with his lips teasing her nipples, she was transported into another world, " Te amo, te amo mucho "

Her second orgasm washes over here, more intense than the first and it wasn't until they were fully cleaned and tucked under the covers, that she looks at him and asks. " Do you mean it? "

" At first, I thought we were friends " He said, stroking her arm. " But we passed that line a long time ago, I love you and I want you to be mine " he kissed the top of her head.

She smiled widely, " I love you too "

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𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐳𝐩𝐢… 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦! )

[ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Fairy tales were a notion that Catalina was brought up on, growing up in Osasuna - her mother, a widow had spent her entire life ensuring that young Catalina grew up with the firm belief that love was out there for everyone, every night; she'd cuddle up to her mother and listen to yet another tale where two individuals spend their lives passing by one another up until they realize that they are bound by an invisible string, that particular string meant that some where out there, her soulmate was alive.

Suffice to say that with every relationship that waltzed through the door of her heart, was a lesson in of itself.

Her first boyfriend, was an immature and reckless bad boy; and while Catalina tried to convince herself to no avail that he was the one - it was rather daunting to be caught in a cycle so toxic.

Her second boyfriend, was overly materialistic - and only ever seemed to care about appearances which lead to arguments upon arguments and the relationship ended in a not so sweet note.

Her most recent boyfriend, well .. let's just say that it was the final nail in the coffin, to convince Catalina that there was no such thing as soulmates.

These relationships prompted the spur of the moment decision for her to uproot and move to London, she'd completed her studies and had received a lucrative offer to further her writing career - it was a nice and quiet area, save for one thing; a training pitch for football which she came to learn as the Cobham training grounds which were the home for Chelsea football club.

Every morning, she takes her laptop and sits in an obscure café which for some odd reason provided a sense of comfort, she couldn't exactly pinpoint - she'd choose a particular time where it wasn't frequented by individuals and somehow that seemed to fuel her muse for writing, which in turn; impressed the publishing company each time she handed a draft of her work, unbeknownst to her that this particular that she came to call a safe haven, was also the safe haven for her soulmate.

While César was grateful for the fact that he'd been able to survive away from home for the better part of a decade, there were times where he missed the familial moments he spent in Osasuna, playing football with his older brother; sneakily taking food from the plate and his mother chastising him at every given chance, his father's wise and deep conversations, he was certainly thankful that his teammates were like family to him - well, they were indeed a family and he was their father in a sense, yet he definitely felt home sick.

And for some odd reason, that sensation seemed to vanish everytime he entered the café near Cobham training grounds after the sessions concluded, whilst his nutritionist would warn him not to indulge too much in sweets, every now and then he walks into the café, takes a seat in the table near the window and spent approximately an hour there indulging in a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, a vanilla cake to be exact.

Neither one were aware that this café was their invisible string.

Three weeks later,

" Lina! " Teresa shouts from the living room, startling Catalina who was in the dining room; still on her laptop typing.

" Jesus, Teresa " Catalina groans, " What? "

" We have a date tomorrow at Stamford Bridge " Teresa grins.

Catalina raises a brow, " Pardon me? Why the fuck are we going to a football match? "

" A friend of mine sent me the tickets, said that he has no use of them since he got busy with something so ... " Teresa trails off, " We are going to go and watch twenty three hot guys passing around a ball "

Catalina pinches the bridge of her nose, " Only you can objectify a sport "

Teresa giggles, " It's not my fault they're attractive, plus I actually know football ok! so I took the tickets in hopes of .... maybe becoming a WAG "

" Trust me, it's not going to happen " Catalina murmurs, " If it did, I have no doubt, he'll send you back to me the second you start talking his ears off "

Teresa flipped her off, " Whatever, besides, if not for me then maybe for you "

Catalina shuts her laptop off, then joins Teresa in the living room. " I am not going to date anyone, especially since all men do is lie, and I'm perfectly fine being in the company of my fictional characters "

" Lina, just because you met shitty boys doesn't men there aren't any good men out there " Teresa shrugs before grinning, " I think one of the Chelsea players is single "

" And hopefully he can find someone worthy of him " Catalina rolls her eyes, " cause it's not me " she grabs one of the take out menus then says, " Order us food cause I'm famished "

Later on that night, Catalina stayed up late to finish the most recent chapter of her novel when all of a sudden; an odd sensation of relief washed over her which immediately was replaced by confusion, she wasn't sure why or how that sensation came to be - deciding not to dwell on it, she wraps up the last details, and finally falls asleep.

That sensation only intensified the next morning as she and Teresa arrived to Stamford Bridge - Teresa noticed her expression and asked, " Babe, are you ok? "

Catalina smiled, " I'm ok, it's just ... I'm feeling funny, so don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing "

They were lead to their seats which were surprisingly close to the pitch, " Wow " Catalina murmurs, Teresa grins and leans closer. " I don't know about you but I am loving the view "

Catalina rolls her eyes, pulling up her phone to take a picture of them just as the players stepped out to warm up, it was then that her face changed; her heartbeat was racing in a rapid speed.

Teresa frowns, " Lina, your face is pale! what's wrong? "

Catalina hums, " Oh I ... I'm ok, I just " she exhales a deep breath, " I'm ok, I need a minute "

Teresa was left baffled by Catalina sprinting out of the seat and disappearing into the crowd, all while she had her back turned, unaware that he felt the exact same emotion.

Catalina reappears fifteen minutes later to join Teresa and before Teresa could ask her, " I'm fine " she assures her.

They'd stuck around to watch the entirety of the match which had ended with an unfortunate draw of 2-2 to each team, and before they could depart, Teresa noticed something which caused her to nudge Catalina who winced. " Ow, what the fuck Teresa? "

" One of the Chelsea players was checking you out! " Teresa exclaims.

Catalina groans in frustration, " I couldn't care less if the manager checked me out, now let's go please "

As they departed the stadium, Catalina couldn't help but think back to the strange feeling she felt, almost as if her heart was trying to talk to her. " Hey T " she said.

" Yeah " Teresa said.

" Who was it? " Catalina asks.

" Who was what? " Teresa asks her with a confused expression.

Catalina groans. " Don't act stupid, you know what I mean "

" I knew you were going to ask " Teresa laughs, " if you must know, it was none other than Azpilicueta! "

Catalina frowns, the name sounded awfully familiar to her yet she wasn't an avid follower of football, " Aha "

" He's very hot by the way " Teresa said.

" Good for him " Catalina murmurs.

Five months fly and the same emotion remains, only ever blossoming when she walks into that café - she had celebrated her latest novel and was already working on her next novel, that day she had altered her usual time, choosing to walk into the café in the evening, and that's when she saw him. He was sitting at her table, drinking coffee and eating the exact same cake she ordered, a vanilla cake; she blinks for a moment, wondering if she was dreaming yet it wasn't until he looked up to meet her gaze that it finally dawned on her why she was feeling strange for the past few months.

Holy shit! ... Catalina's face reddens as she turned away almost instantly, she walks up to the register and makes her order before tentatively walking up to the table he sat in. " Hola " she smiles.

César smiles back, " Hola "

They grew silent for a moment before she said, " You know, this is my go to table? "

" No " César shakes his head with a laugh, " This is my table, I always come here in the evenings after training "

" I always come here in the morning, but since I was busy I came now to write " Catalina gestures to her laptop.

César laughs, " I come here to feel a sense of comfort "

" So do I " Catalina laughs.

César gestures to chair in front of him, " You can join me, if you'd like of course "

Catalina chews on her bottom lip before shrugging, " Why not? " she places her laptop on the table then asks, " You said you come here because you are seeking comfort, why? "

" Lately I've been feeling homesick, which is strange seeing as I have been living here for a while but I'm starting to miss home " César said. " Do you think that's weird? "

Catalina shakes her head with a smile, " No, I don't because I come here whenever I miss home, I lived my whole life in Osasuna and despite living here for five years, I can't seem to not miss home "

A surprised expression adorned César's face as he said. " You're from Osasuna? "

Catalina nods, " yes, why? "

" So am I? " César grins, " I come here, because lately it feels like something connects me to this place, like a thing, or a feeling or a ... " he trails off.

" A person? " Catalina finishes off his sentence.

César's eyes widened, as he nods. " Yes, it's like I'm tied to that person by an invisible string, that string being this café "

" Call me crazy " Catalina laughs, " But has your mother ever told you the folktale about how every human is tied to their soulmate by an invisible string? "

César nods, " She did "

" I think there's a reason why met " Catalina smiles.

César smiles then extends his hand, " In this case, Hi ... I'm César Azpilicueta Tango, I play football for a living "

Catalina giggles promptly shaking his hand, " Hi, I'm Catalina Castillo, I write fictional stories for a living "

It turns out, her mother was right all along - that in life, you go through hurdles to find that person you'll spend the rest of your life, that the invisible string you were bound with, vanishes the moment you look into their eyes, and it made perfect sense the minute she stared his cerulean eyes which held one singular emotion, pure and unconditional love.

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎𝐬 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫.. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧.

There comes a time in a person’s life where no matter how much he or she feels comfortable, they’ll always miss their home city or country, especially if the person in question is far away from their home; this was the case for him – it’d been a struggle for the past seven months in terms of playing for a different club, he felt joyous, the staff members, the players as well as the coaches were nothing short of kind, yet in terms of adjusting to a brand new country – a brand new language, a brand new culture, it wasn’t facile by any means.

A small part of his mind would start to play an intricate game of weaving scenarios that’ll instill fear and doubt into anyone’s mind, most especially a player whose desire to take his career into new heights would have him travel miles to achieve said desire, he ached to confide in anyone about this fear yet at the fear of not wanting to appear like a quitter, he resigned to remaining silent which seemed to backfire in his face as due to withholding the emotions he felt, he’d begun to lose his focus which saw the coach bench him for a few games and that in turn further affirmed these doubts.

Maybe he wasn’t mean to be here.

One evening, he made the decision to step out in order to surround himself with noise to silence out the voices inside of his head – the only issue being, he wasn’t certain where to go exactly, he’d driven around aimlessly until a sign had caught his attention causing him to stop his car out front, confused; he steps out of the car to inspect the shop up close, and upon inspection he’d come to realize that it was a bookshop, an odd and intriguing bookshop.

Deciding that it wouldn’t be of harm to check further, he gently pushed the door to enter – the bell’s soft chime seemingly alerted the owner as the sound of footsteps caused him to turn to his left, coming face to face with whom he could only describe as a living angel, dressed in a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt coupled with a woolen pink cardigan that seemed to compliment her skin tone., she offers him a friendly smile before asking, " Can I help you? "

Still dumbfounded by her beauty, it’d taken him a mere minute to compose himself before replying, with a shaky tone " Uh –erm– …. I " a chuckle escapes his mouth before he was able to speak, " I don’t know what I’m looking for "

She nodsed in understanding, a sympathetic smile adorned her lips, she deduced, " I take it you struggle with sleep! "

He nodded, chuckling once more. " Quite obvious, isn’t it? "

" It is obvious, because I struggle sometimes as well " She replies, walking towards one of the shelves before a sound of affirmation escapes her lips, " I found it " she fetched the book then returned to him, " this is Runaway by Alice Munro, personally for me, I always run towards her novels whenever I feel a wave of insomnia take over "

He inspects the book, a hesitant look evident across his eyes. " I … I don’t know "

" I know it’s strange, but trust me, I know my way around books " She assured him before smiling, " Plus, you can come back and get as many as you need "

He nods leisurely, then smiles at her. " Ok, I’ll take your word for it "

" Good " She beams at his remark, she then walked towards the counter, with him following soon after, she helps him check out then places the book inside the bag along with a small card, " If you ever lose the address, it’s on the card here, a lot of people barely notice the shop anymore " she states with a soft laugh.

" It’s their loss " He decides to state, gesturing to the shop. " It looks like a lovely shop, reminds me of the shops back in Spain "

She smiles at the remark, then says. " un trozo de casa "

His eyes lit up, then he asks. " Are you …? "

" From my mother’s side! " She responds with a grin, " It’s part of why the book shop looks the way it is … "

He couldn’t truly describe the amount of joy that had enveloped him in that moment, not only was he initially drawn to her beauty, her love for books yet now he had a reason to feel somewhat connected to her. " Well it’s nice to know I am not somewhat alone here "

A sympathetic smile adorns her lips, " Aw, homesick I take it? "

He nods shyly, " It’d been quite difficult for me to adjust in that aspect, work wise it’s all been well yet lately it felt very hard for me to sleep, does that make me strange? "

" No, it doesn’t " She shakes her head, before adding on with a soft smile, " My mother felt the same way, it’s actually the reason my parents divorced "

" Oh " He states, visibly wincing at the direction their conversation went. " I’m sorry about that "

" It’s fine, it was for the better, she wanted to be close to her family plus it was clear that the love was lost between them, so I understood " She waved off his sadness with a smile before her gaze travelled to the window, she gasps then said. " I’m so sorry, I kept you in here when you should have head home "

He follows her gaze, he laughs softly at her expression then said. " It’s fine, I didn’t mind at all, you’re rather fun to talk to "

Her cheeks reddened before replying, " You’re more than welcome to come here anytime "

He nods swiftly, waving at her before departing her bookshop – ever since that encounter, a beautiful blossoming friendship was born; bonding over his newfound love of discovering new novels as well as her ensuring that he felt as comfortable as he can in his new home far away from home.

As the months rolled around in a rhythmic flow, their friendship strengthened further — so much so, a flutter had begun to settle in the pit of his abdomen each time she attended a match to support him, paid him a visit whenever he wasn’t training or playing, called him, sent him messages … etc.

He attempted to deny his emotions, claiming that nostalgia, the sense of familiarity as well as security blurred into emotions of love.

Yet one night, while she had invited him over for dinner – he noted how tense and on edge she seemed, causing a wave of concern to wash over him, he remained silent, debating on whether he should ask her or not, it wasn’t until she set the table down and the pair sat down that he decided to finally ask her with a gentle tone. "Cariña, is everything ok? "

She fiddled with her food for what felt like an eternity before shaking her head, avoiding his gaze. " No "

His brows knit in confusion, " What’s wrong cariña? "

" I lied to my mother, I told her that I’ve been dating someone for a while, now she says coming in two weeks, I don’t know if I should keep lying or tell her the truth " She sighs then chuckles, " It’s idiotic "

He nods in understanding before blurting out the words that had definitely shifted the mood between them, " I’ll be your fake boyfriend "

Her eyes widen, so much so that they nearly bulged out. " What? " she whispers, in shock.

" I’ll help you fend off your mother, I’ll be your fake boyfriend " He reiterates with a smile, " I don’t want you to be embarrassed with your mother, so let me help you out "

" Are you …. are you sure? " She asks, hesitance evident in her tone. " I don’t want to put you in a difficult spot "

" A difficult spot, is leaving my sweet cariña in a time of need, I don’t mind and plus it’ll be an excuse to keep spending time with you " He states, a soft smile across his lips.

" You’re truly one of a kind César " She breathes out a soft sigh, then she reaches over to squeeze his hand. " I really appreciate you "

Unbeknownst to her, his heartbeat was racing from her touch — he forces a sweet smile across his lips to appear as calm as he possibly can," I appreciate you as well cariña "

She was quick to pull away, a nervous look in her eyes, " Erm … will this affect — our friendship? "

Their friendship had long vanished at least in his eyes, he was madly and utterly in love with her, the only thing stopping him from uttering said emotion was the fear of losing her. " I will say that it won’t change how much I value you, and besides it’s just a small charade, completely harmless on my end " he ends with a forced smile.

" Ok " She nods, mirroring his smile.

The realization of what he agreed to dive into did not settle in, until he was back home in the comfort of his own bed – emitting a groan of frustration from him at how severe this will be for him, the notion of concealing his feelings was going to be arduous.

A week before her mother’s visit was spent going over their supposed backstory as well as any other tidbits they needed to skim over - within those days, he found himself further falling in love with her, so much so that it was physically aching to be around her, case in point, on one night … the pair were at his house as he invited her over when suddenly, he noticed how on edge she was behaving.

" Cariña, are you ok? "

She looks up, forcing a smile then nodding wordlessly before she replied. " I’m fine "

" Cariña " He repeats with a soft tone, reaching over to squeeze her hand, " Tell me, what’s wrong? "

" I’m scared " She murmurs, looking down. " I don’t want my mother to nitpick or worse, I don’t want her to judge you cause she tends to judge people "

His lips curl into a smile, " I am going to be fine, I can handle her, besides you’re worth ensuring everything there is "

His words elicited a smile from her, as she reaches over, flinging her arms around his shoulders which in turn caused his heart rate to rise at a rapid pace, he wondered if she was able to hear it. " César " she murmured.

" What is it cariña? " He asks her.

She pulls back, chewing on her bottom lip for a brief moment before asking him. " Why didn’t you ever –erm– …. why haven’t you ever dated anyone? "

He visibly stills upon hearing her question, it’d been something he actively avoided talking about ever since he left Spain, " It’s quite difficult to explain cariña, what I can say is that I just haven’t found the proper girl yet "

She nods swiftly, " I’m sure you will one day "

I already did, He wanted to say, instead he opted to smile then reply. " One day … "

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The pair were seated in a restaurant awaiting her mother’s arrival when suddenly he noted her leg shaking repeatedly which caused him to reach over for her hand, squeezing it gently which caused her to look up and smile, " I’m sorry " she murmured softly.

He smiles at her, then replied. " It’s ok cariña "

Before she can respond, they hear footsteps causing them to look up to find an elegantly dressed woman, she smiled at them then said, " Buenas noches "

She stood up almost instantly, reaching over to embrace her. " Hola Mamá "

" Hola mi ángelita " Her mother responded before tilting her head to look at César, " You must be the special person my lovely daughter has been talking about "

César reaches over to shake her hand politely, a soft smile across his lips. " César Azpilicueta, it’s nice to meet you Señora "

Her brows visibly shot up, looking at her daughter before looking back at him. " Oh hijo, call me Cristina "

Admittedly she didn’t expect her mother to react like this, yet she didn’t say anything, she smiled at her mother then the trio sat down to order their food, once they’ve ordered their meals, Cristina decided to ask. " So César, when did you meet my sweet girl? "

He smiles, " Two months after I moved here, we quickly became friends, and before either of us could truly realize it, we opted to jump in a beautiful relationship " he grabs her hand from under the table, " I love her quite a lot "

" You said you moved here, what do you for a living? " Cristina asks him.

" Mamá, please "

César squeezed her hand then turned to her mother, " I’m a football player, a professional football player – for Chelsea Football Club, however while playing I’m also pursuing my education "

She nods leisurely, with an unreadable expression across her face. " Interesting "

" He’s very talented " She chimes in to assure her mother that it was ok.

Her mother nods swiftly, " I see … " then she turned to César once again, " What are you pursuing? "

" I’m studying business and media relations " He responds, " I’m hopeful for the future "

" What is your plan post retirement then? football won’t obviously be your entire life " She asked.

He smiles, " I’m fully aware of that, my hope is to continue working in the sport, however as someone that can assist the younger players more "

" Like a coach? " She deduced.

" Yes " He nods, " I don’t know where the future will take me, however I hope to return home one day with your daughter with me " he smiles.

" So you’re serious about her? "

" More than I can truly express " He said with a soft smile, " She’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with "

Cristina nods with a faint smile across her lips, " very well then … "

" Mamá, I really love him and I know you’re worried but I’m fine here, I really am " She assured her.

" I know you are but you can’t fault me for being worried hija, living here all alone will always have me concerned over your safety " Her mother reminds her. " However, seeing as you have found someone of similar culture is relieving enough for me "

She shakes her head with a chuckle, smiling when César squeezed her hand under the table. " Well I’m very well "

" You don’t have to worry, I’m making it my life’s mission to ensure she’s well taken care of, even if she refuses to be spoiled sometimes " He chuckles softly.

" She’s hardly materialistic, she appreciates sentimental things a lot more "

She laughs, " that’s cause I don’t need anything more than I already have "

The night sailed rather smoothly, and once it was over, her mother bids them goodbye while ensuring that they visit her whenever they were both on holiday, later on – the pair return back to her home, with him noting how it still appeared as if she had a weight on her shoulders, " It went well cariña, relax! " he states.

" She was too much " She retorts with a groan, " I’m really sorry about that "

" It’s fine, she wants to ensure you’re well taken care of and I mean, I am trying my best " He smiles softly before his expression shifts entirely, " Can I tell you something cariña? "

She nods softly, " Of course "

A brief wave of silence camps between them before he opens his mouth to speak, " I have never felt this way around anyone, especially being so far away from home, I mean … " he chuckles, " But then I met you, and I realized that home isn’t a country, home is a person, home is you "

Her eyes soften, " What are you saying? "

He exhaled a deep breath, then said. " I love you cariña, I love you so much, so much that it killed me sometimes, being around you and not saying anything because I was afraid you’d never look at me like that "

" Oh … I — " She paused before tilting her head in confusion, " I had no idea "

" I didn’t want you to think of me like a creep " He murmured, looking down.

She hooks her finger under his chin then said, " You’re not a creep, you’re incredible and to be honest " she smiles, " I figured someone else would snatch your heart "

He smiles, " You already did cariña "

She leans in, so did he, he tentatively leans in and presses his lips over his, gently testing the waters – then she rests her hand around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss for a brief moment before pulling back to whisper. " If we do this, we do this properly "

" A date, tomorrow? " He murmurs.

" Perfect " She smiles.

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