#rúben dias fluff
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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮...
Rúben Dias x reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, alcohol consumption
Notes: Loved the request, so thank you! It has been in my drafts for a while but I finally managed to tie it together!
Request: Bestie i desperately need a ruben x footballer!reader, maybe where they can’t accept their feelings for each other for whatever reason and it’s kinda bratty and flirty + teasing -
Bodies entangled, breaths mingling and hands roaming. It was all so hot, so picture perfect but it didn't give you anything. Your body keening but your mind reeling, nowhere close to being around the man who currently had his dick in you, he wasn't that special.
A mutter left your mouth, a mutter meant for the man who was currently stuck in your head. "Yeah you like that?" the man above you whispered hotly, and you did, you did like it but it wasn't good enough to erase the man in your thoughts.
"Mhm" you mumbled back, trying to shut down all the thoughts, be in the moment. Eyes closed, shoving him out of your head, your hands tangled around his neck, bringing him closer to you, his hot words in your ear worked, until your phone started making sounds.
He didn't care though, too close to the edge of coming to care. You let out a few exasperated moans as he started to jerk, feigning your orgasm already been upon you as he came with a loud groan.
He got the picture pretty fast, putting his clothes back on, greeting goodbye as you picked up your phone, your lockscreen filled with notifications but all of them were from the same person, the one person who was etched in your mind
Ruben
That fucker.
1 year earlier
Being out felt great, your friends in high spirits just as yourself as you drank and danced the night away. The Euros were done, the season was done and now you had those rare few days off before the new season would kick off and you hadn't said no to a party.
Dancing with arms raised, singing along to the music, head banging along with the tunes, drinks flowing, people flirting. It was nice to feel like a normal young person again, feeling like you blended in.
Standing at the bar you felt eyes on you, the man standing opposite from you gazing over you as you waited for your drink.
His eyes tuned in on you, scanning every centimeter of your body in a way that would have made you uncomfortable but for some reason it didn't. He was not subtle in the way he was blatantly staring at you and in some way you felt it intriguing more than uncomfortable.
It didn't take many more minutes until he approached, drink in hand and eyes a little hazy, telling you he was indeed not completely sober.
Your eyes followed his tall strong frame moving along the floor, gently nudging people as he went through the crowd until he stopped in front of you, his lips now in a small teasing smile.
Sleeping with someone was not on your agenda but if this man was as good at flirting as he was good looking, maybe that would change throughout the night.
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It did in fact change. Not many minutes in and you were already craving for him, craving to go home with this man. So, you did.
He looked like a fucking art work and he fucked like a maniac, even in your drunk haze you recongised that much. His body moved into yours with such precise movements it didn't take long before you lost all control.
-
Waking up you felt exhausted to the bone. Eyes fighting against the light as memories flooded your mind. Blinking sleepily as your brain connected the dots.
You were not home, you were not in your clothes and you were not alone. Biting in a loud groan you turned around, suddenly face to face with the stranger from last night.
How did this happen?
You usually never had time to go out, too caught up with your career. The break was different though, time to let your hair down and have fun. However fun did not include hooking up with strangers.
You bit in another groan at the thought of the PR mess now at hand but pushed the thoughts away. It could be dealt with later and hopefully nobody had catched you with the man sleeping beside you. His body moved rhythmically in his sleep and you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake over him.
He was handsome, good job
His face chiseled and sharp, eyelashes soft against his cheek, lips slightly pouted, stubble perfectly trimmed. His hair was slightly messy on top of his head. He had no shirt on making it possible for you to see his gorgeous body, blanket thrown low on his hips and you had to force your gaze away from the handsome guy.
Instead you rolled around, looking around in the room. Too exhausted to get up from the comfortable bed yet and looking at the guy he wouldn’t be up yet for a while.
Your eyes traveled over the luxury room, big windows showing the beautiful view of Manchester, the drapes not closed due to the hurry from last night.
Clothes were scattered on a chair, neat but still laid out enough for you to see the bright blue shirt laying on the top. This guy had actually brought you to his apartment. Wow.
The shirt nagged you though, the color too familiar to look past. You teared your eyes away from it, looking at the bedside table that was completely clean of anything. His walls were pretty clean as well. The biggest wall taken up by the big windows, the door wall had a few photos but your eyes couldn't make out what they pictured in the dim light of the gray Manchester morning.
Your eyes traveled to the shirt again, fingers itching to see it more clearly, it was too familiar.
Soon enough you couldn't let it go. It was too familiar and it rang a bell somewhere. You gently crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake up the guy beside you as you tipped over to the chair. The bells only getting louder as you reached out to pick it up. Suddenly you understood why it was so familiar, it was the colors of Manchester City. The bright blue so bright it should be recognisable everywhere.
Your eyes traveled back to the guy in the bed, his toned body, strong thighs... not he couldn't be... right? He was probably just a fan.
He couldn't play for City, could he? I mean you did know most of the players in the team, at least basic knowledge.
You took the shirt out fully, turning it to read the name on the back.
Rúben Dias
Rúben Dias, fuck that was ringing a bell. Only Rúben told you nothing. But Rúben Dias. You knew that name, which meant..
No
You searched for your phone hurriedly, catching it on the bedside table and you immediately sprung for it. Clicking up google and searching the name frantically.
Benfica. Portugal
Manchester City
Fuck fuck fuck
No, how could this be? Since when was he in City?
You dropped the shirt like it was poisonous. Staring at it on the floor, eying it with hatred as you turned to the man again, how can someone so beautiful be in such a team? He was basically the enemy, you were fraternizing with the enemy.
You giggled at your dramatic reaction before turning around to the wall of pictures again, using your phone to light them up. City Champions league final, Portugal team photo, City premier league winners. The evidences were clear and you gulped, fuck. This was gonna be hard to explain to your team buddies in Manchester united.
As you stared at the evidences you heard a low murmur, looking over at the man in his bed, slowly waking up. Your brain shortcutted, should you flee? Scream? Stand still?
Your brain was shortcutting for too long and soon enough the man had woken up completely, blinking up at you in confusion as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.
"Morning" he grumbled, slowly scrambling to sit up but you were too choked up to speak.
His eyes looked you up and down and suddenly you felt very naked in the t-shirt you had on. A cocky little smile made its way on his face and he chuckled at your deer-caught in headlight expression as he sloppily weaved his fingers through his messy hair.
"You, you play football" you choke out after what felt like an eternity, this was not that big of a deal but it still took a lot for your brain to cooperate and to work fully again.
"Yes? Is that a problem?" he chuckled, looking at you weirdly and suddenly it caught on to you how weird you must look, standing in his t-shirt on the floor, staring wildly at the man and looking a proper mess.
You sighed, tangling your hands through your hair and sat down on the bed with a sigh. "Sorry" you waved it off. "I just didn't know you played for City"
Rúbens face didn't seem more understanding as you chuckled to yourself "it's gonna be a fun one to tell in training"
"What?"
You met his eyes again, smiling slightly as you shrugged "I play too, in Manchester united"
He looked almost perplexed for a moment as he swallowed hard, flacking his gaze around before letting out a small groan, his hands coming up to rub over his face.
"Oh" he mumbled before letting out an amused chuckle "Well this will indeed be a fun one to tell the boys"
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If only that had been all. If all it had been was a fun story to tell, but it had become everything but fun.
How a one nightstand turned into a cat and mouse game you had no idea. One night, it was great, fun and hot. You had thought that would be it, a hot night with a footballer, not so bad right?
However the fun little story had turned into a fucking burden. Somewhere along the way the amusement had turned into annoyance, the tension had turned unbearable and your one night stand had become more than that.
Maybe it had been the gala only a few days later, where you had been forced into the same space and had been pushed to interact. Maybe it had been the way you danced with his colleagues or the way he smiled at yours. But that silent understanding had turned into a competition.
He didn't want to share and neither did you. But, neither of you wanted to admit it.
That's how you had come to the place you were in now. Like a dance between jealousy, annoyance, sex and fights.
Now
That fucking bastard
He knew exactly what he was doing. It was the same every time. The same looks, the same lines, the same behavior. But it never failed. He always got you like he wanted in the end so why change a winning concept?
This night it had been easier than usual to give in. His shirt being a huge reason why as it clung to his chest and showed the outlines through the thin fabric. Ridiculous. But still so hot you could barely tear your eyes from him.
And that's why you were in his apartment. Looking at him with needy eyes as your fingers tried to unbutton the ridiculous piece of clothing he had chosen for the night.
"You could almost guess you needed me at this range" Ruben mumbled in your ear, the tone joking to the human ear only you knew it wasn't a joke. He was taunting.
Your tongue itched to say something back, talk back to him and that cocky attitude he had, but you bit your lip, keeping the words inside because you knew you would get what you wanted faster if you didn't.
"What if I do?" you spoke lowly, breath fanning his ear as you spoke your carefully picked words. His eyes almost widened at your words, having guessed you would not be admitting it, you usually wouldn't and the smirk he gave and the squeeze he left on your hip was along the same lines you hated. Good girl
It didn't take long for you to scramble off from the sofa and up to his room, strong arms and determined hands guiding you on the floors, around the corners, past the doors until you were in his bed.
His hands immediately helped you out of your dress, throwing it without regard. He quickly snapped off your bra with such a hurry even you were surprised.
You looked up at him with so much need he almost chuckled, glee in his eyes as he let his palms run up and down your body. Cupping your bare breasts before running down your thighs.
"You are so pretty" he mumbled, the praise going straight to your core, a soft whine leaving your lips to his amusement
He was quick to slip off your flimsy panties, not touching only teasing and you started to feel the frustration building. This was how it usually was, he got you all needy and fuzzy for him but then he teased you long enough for you to snap, the bratty attitude crawling forward to demand more.
Like he was reading your thoughts his hand came under your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to keep you quiet.
He slipped his middle and pointed finger inside your mouth, coating them in your spit before pushing his thumb in again. Keeping it on your tongue as his spit coated fingers made contact with your sobbing pussy.
A loud whine left your throat, muffled over his tongue but he still heard it. He loved this, having control, battling for control. His eyes showed nothing but desire as he watched how your face contorted in pleasure.
"See how nice I can be when you behave huh?" he mocked you, his voice tingling with cockiness and sweet sweet praise.
"Ruben" you got out, only a distinct murmur in his ears but it sounded just as beautiful for him as anything else. "Hm?" he mocked you, looking up at your hazy eyes, mocking the state he got you in so quickly, without effort. He removed his thumb, eyes following the line of spit connecting you before you spoke up.
"Come on" you mumbled, breaking out to talk back, hating the mocking look in his eyes. "Do something" you demanded, his eyes narrowing, tutting at you.
"What happened now huh?"
your eyes rolled as his hands stilled between your legs, eyes glazing over. "Fuck of Ruben, just touch me properly"
His chuckle was again mocking, telling you it was not gonna happen this way but you couldn't wait. "Why so bratty? I thought you were gonna be good tonight, started so well" he tutted, feigning disappointment as he shook his head but his smirk betrayed him, telling you he loved this bratty behavior of yours because it gave him the opportunity to completely control you.
You bucked, groaning at him but you also knew this was not gonna get you what you wanted. He always waited until you gave up, dropping into submission before finally giving you what you wanted, it didn't make you stop trying though. Not bending easily.
You sighed, giving him an deadpan glare but still you said "please" the words so lowly muttered he barely heard them but he still hummed with praise "that's better"
His fingers gently moved between your legs once again, just as teasingly slow and light as before and it was driving you completely mad.
"Use your words pretty girl, tell me what you want"
Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus your mind on actual words instead of insults laying hot on your tongue at his silky sweet tone and laughable words.
"Please, touch me properly" you sighed out at last, words sure and a tiny bit biting but he was happy so far at least. Giving in to your wishes as his fingers started giving proper friction over your clit before slowly entering you with one.
Your head fell back in relief, breathing out a small yes, thank you which only made his grin wider. "Yeah? That's all you wanted? Why did you make it so hard for yourself then little princess" he mocked as he entered a second finger, slowly fucking you with them and curling them every other thrust.
"Fuck, feels good Ruben" you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers curled repeatedly against your wall making you feel floaty on the soft sheet.
"Please, don't stop" you pleaded, feeling the start of an orgasm curling to the surface, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, back arching and eyes falling shut. "So good" you mumbled, head lolling to the side as it felt so so close now.
But
Of course he stopped, halting his fingers in a curl, chuckling at the groan you let out. "So so" he cooed lightly, mocking your pathetic thrusts, trying to make him move again.
"Ruben" you whined, opening your eyes to glare at his smug face "What? I never heard the question"
"I was so close!" you argued, stopping your hips as he pulled out completely, prodding the two fingers at your lips
"Were you?" he asked dumbly, feigning not understanding as he pushed his fingers in between your lips.
"Fuck you" you grumbled as you pulled of his fingers, a scowl on your face that replicated his as he looked down at you.
"Always have so much to say huh?"
"Prefer me quiet and pliant?" you almost spat at him but the sudden rage suddenly disappeared as a smile made its way on his face, this time a fond smile.
"No, I actually kinda love this bratty little mouth" he whispered before leaning down to capture your mouth with his in a sweet but lustful kiss. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he continued to kiss you until you were writhing on the bed again. Desperate, even more so than before.
"Do you want something?" he asked sweetly as your hips grinded against his thick thigh, desperate for friction.
You didn't want to fight it anymore, you needed him. Too desperate to talk back. "Please Ruben, want you to fuck me, please" you babbled out, head slightly fuzzy as you continued to move against his thigh. "Aw, such a good girl" he praised before finally taking off his shirt and jeans, letting you feel his gorgeous body before discarding his boxers. Jerking himself before lining up with you.
He didn't say anything else as he slowly started to sink into you, his eyes closing and face scrunching up in concentration.
Your eyes rolled as he bottomed out, moaning something not even you could make out but it just felt so overwhelming, like it always did with Ruben. It was so all consuming, heated and so much that it was almost to too much.
"Fuck" he muttered out, slowly starting to thrust, his chain flying around his neck as he did so and his eyes falling shut. "Always so good when I'm inside you pretty" he praised, relishing in the choked out sounds you managed to spill out.
"Feel so good"
"Think how much of this you could get if you weren't such a brat all the time" he teased, voice strained as he panted hard.
Fuck off where at the tip of your tongue but you bit it in, swallowing the words and jus let out a moan instead. This was what you wanted after all.
It was like all the tension in the air was edging you all the time, so when you finally got what you wanted, what you craved it was almost tipping you over the edge immediately.
Ruben was not that much better though, easily coming with you whenever you fell over the edge if he wanted to. It was never an issue, it was never something that mattered, it was so all consuming, loaded and heated it seemed impossible to have it any other way whenever he was close to you, let alone, inside of you.
"This is what you wanted, no? Being filled up? Getting fucked like you deserve?"
"Mhm" you mumbled, trying to move alongside him, trying to ground yourself with a hand in his short hair but all it did was make him moan which made you even more aroused.
It was barely a sound but Ruben understood regardless, moving your hips up slightly before pounding into you, stealing your breath and thought completely as you came point blank. Limp in his hold as he followed, grunting into your neck.
You stayed in that position, panting harshly into his chest. Nobody said anything, just trying to regulate your breathing, calm down from the high.
It was Ruben who spoke first, his face in the crook of your neck, words muttered out.
"What if I want this to be more?"
His words caught you off guard, there was no way... no way he was giving up.
"What?"
"What if I'm tired of this game, this jealousy. What if I want you to myself, would you let me?"
You couldn't stop the gigantic grin that spread over your lips, a finger gently tilting his chin to look at you
"Say it" you demanded and he did, not breaking eye contact as he spilled the words you had been craving to hear for so long now
"I like you y/n, I want you y/n"
"Then I'm all yours"
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Protective Jealousy | Rúben Dias
Can you do a one-shot of jealous/ protective Rúben Dias? Thanksss
A/N: dedicated to @bluemoonstonesy, the love of my (and John's) life <3
Warnings: alcohol, secret relationship, some light smut
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“You’re staring again,” Stones says as he comes up to Rúben from behind, handing him a beer.
“Can’t help it,” is Rúben’s reply as he takes a swig, his gaze still focused on you as you laugh at something Haaland says. His eyes narrow when Erling places a hand on your arm, though, and John briefly wonders if he’s going to have to hold Rúben back or stop him from taking on their star striker.
“I know what you mean,” John says, catching the eye of his girlfriend Olivia and giving her a small smile from across the room.
Everyone is out celebrating the end of another great season and because you’re friends with a few of the WAGs, you’ve been invited to attend. The atmosphere is electric and you love being around it. You’d also come to see Rúben, but that was a secret you were trying to keep to yourself.
You made eye contact with Rúben on your way to the kitchen to grab another drink, disappearing through the door. You were halfway through pouring the alcohol for your mixed drink when you felt a presence behind you, followed closely by hands wrapping around your waist and someone’s hard body pressed against your back.
“Hey,” Rúben murmured, kissing the side of your neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” You turned around, taking his face in your hands so you could give him a proper kiss. Rúben’s hands moved to grab your ass and deepen the kiss, but you stopped it before it could get too far. “We can’t - not here.” Both of you are breathing heavily after that kiss and you know just how good it could get if you let Rúben have his way, but you know it wouldn’t be a good idea.
“I know. Season’s almost over and then we’ll go public.” That was the agreement the two of you had entered this relationship on, and in that moment, you couldn’t quite figure out why you’d agreed to it.
You stepped away from Rúben, trying to focus on pouring the rest of your mixed drink with your body still acutely aware of Rúben centimeters away. You let out a whimper as his hands slid up your sides to cup your boobs and he nibbled on your earlobe. “Rúben, please.”
“I should mark you…”
“But then people would ask questions.”
“It doesn’t have to be that visible. I could make it so only Erling could see it when he’s looking down your shirt.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, knowing Rúben would most likely mistake the response as approval. “He has not been looking down my shirt.”
“He has, but I know you’re mine so that’s okay.”
“Jealous there, Rúben?” You asked, smirking.
“Not jealous,” he growled, kissing you hungrily. “Protective.”
“Same thing.”
“Absolutely not, Princesa.”
Your giggle was quickly stifled as Rúben picked you up and placed you on the countertop. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as you made out with him while everyone else partied in the next room.
“Okay, we really have to stop,” you whimpered as Rúben started to unbutton your jeans and slide a hand down your pants. “We can continue this at my place later. Leave separately within the hour?”
Rúben grabbed your hand and placed it against his growing erection. “Make that thirty minutes.”
It was the longest thirty minutes of your life, but now that Rúben had pointed out Haaland’s interest in you, it was obvious to you that he was staring down your shirt when you picked up the conversation from earlier.
“I think I’m going to head out now,” you said, excusing yourself from your conversation with Erling.
“Enjoy the rest of the night with your boyfriend,” Erling replied, looking over you and nodding to Rúben.
“Wait…you know?”
“Everyone knows - we’re just waiting for Rúben to make it official.”
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One More Chance
Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader
Summary: After two boys, Rúben still wants to try for the girl.
Word count: 3756
Warming: Smut (a terrible attempt)
Author's note: English is not my first language.
It all started after the birth of his best mate's daughter. Rúben and you have been together since high school and had two beautiful boys. Thiago who was 5 and Miguel who was 2 years old. While the oldest was very talkative and loved football as much as Rúben, the youngest was a quiet boy who was starting to show his interest in the piano that you had near the window and used to play when you were younger.
After Miguel and a very difficult pregnancy, you and Rúben had decided that two children were the ideal, but it was no secret to you that Rúben always wanted to try for a girl. He always wanted to have a girl and you too, but Miguel's pregnancy was so difficult that you didn't want to go through it again. The birth of Bernardo's daughter brought the baby fever back and Ruben was actually nervous to meet the baby girl.
"Babe, you missed the exit!" Your words brought him back to reality and he realized he was diving on the wrong road. He mumbled a curse to himself, as the kids were in the backseat, and turned around. "You okay?" He looked at you and couldn't help but check you out. You were wearing a long orange summer dress, your face makeup free and your wavy hair down.
"I'm fine." You gave him a smile and ran your hand on his hair as he put his hand on your thigh.
Rúben parked in front of Bernardo's house and helped Miguel out of his seat while you helped Thiago who was holding the gift he and his brother had chosen for the baby girl. They were both excited to meet her. Rúben, however, was really quiet, but you decided you would question him later.
Upon entering the warm and inviting house, you couldn't help but notice the abundance of pink boxes and toys that were already cluttering the dining table. You warmly greeted Bernardo with a hug and after a bit of playful teasing from Rúben, he also greeted your two boys.
Ines was sitting on the sofa and your face lit up when you saw the baby in her arms.
"Hello, mommy!" You sat down next to her and gave her a kiss on the head. When you looked down your heart melted. "She's so beautiful, Ines." You grabbed her little hand, melting even more, about the size difference.
"Do you want to hold her?"
"Yes, please." Ines carefully placed the baby in your arms and your boys sat down next to you, so they could see her better. "Hi, sweetie. Welcome to the world. You're such a beautiful girl."
Rúben was watching you, frozen in place. His gaze locked onto you cradling the baby, gently swaying back and forth. Ines caught him and let out a chuckle, breaking him free from his reverie.
He finally embraced Ines. "Congratulations. She's beautiful. Thank god, she looks like you."
"Thank you, Rúben." She whispered in his ear. "Maybe it's time to work for a girl, don't you think? She looks great with a girl in her arms."
Rúben blushed. "I-- yeah! She does."
You ended up having lunch with them, while Thiago and Miguel remained by the baby's side, acting like caring older siblings. It was noticeable the tiredness in both their faces, so after lunch you decided to leave, so they could get some much-needed rest.
When you got home, and before their hunger kicked in again, you called out to them, telling them it was time for a bath. They giggled and ran ahead, eager to get into the warm, soapy water.
"Go on. I'll be there in a minute." You took off your shoes and let out a sigh. Before you could follow them upstairs, Rúben gently grabbed your hand.
"Seat down on the sofa and get some rest. I'll take care of them." His voice was soft and so was his hand going up and down your arm.
"Okay!" He leaned in and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, his lips met your forehead.
You noticed something strange about him. He was generally a calm and quiet person, but today he was even quieter than usual. You also realized that he hadn't kissed you since the day before, which was unusual as well.
In the bathroom, Rúben was drying Miguel's hair, when Thiago asked him something that caught him completely off guard.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we have a sister?" Rúben could swear his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Was the world messed with him?
"What?"
"A sister. Just like Uncle Bernardo's baby."
It was hard to leave Rúben speechless, but his kids knew how to do that perfectly.
"Yes." Miguel intervened. "We want one."
"Having a baby it's a lot of work, especially for mum." Rúben finally spoke. "She needs to grow the baby inside her belly and sometimes that's difficult."
"We can help her. We can take care of her and the baby."
Rúben cursed in his mind. What was going on? He asked himself. Why was everything going back to the baby?
He was having the worst baby fever ever. He knew you wouldn't want to go through with it, so he was trying to hide it the best way possible, but the way things were going, it was going to be difficult.
"We'll think about that, okay?" He said so they could drop the subject.
After dinner, you sat down on the sofa with the family, watching a cooking show that you loved. For your luck, the two kids didn't care to watch what you or Rúben wanted to see. The only thing they cared about was cuddling against their dad, as it was not every day they got the chance to do so.
It didn't take long for Miguel to fall asleep in Rúben's lap. Thiago had his eyes still open, but you could see how tired her was and how hard he was trying to stay awake.
You hit Rúben's leg with your feet, catching his attention. "Miguel's asleep!"
He looked down and saw the boy with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, sleeping against his chest.
"Will you bring Thiago, please?" He asked you, as he stood up with the boy in his arms, like he didn't weigh anything. You nodded and picked Thiago up. He didn't fight it and that only made you smile. A big smile.
The truth was that you had been horny since you got back, and Rúben walking around the house in shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his torso perfectly wasn't helping you at all.
You had been sitting on the sofa, hoping your kids would fall asleep soon so you could take Rúben to your bedroom, lock the door and just let him out in the morning and it looked like the lord had heard your prayers.
You tucked the two boys one last time in their beds and kissed their foreheads. They were the best thing that had happened to you.
Rúben watched you from the doorway, and memories of your pregnancy flooded his mind. You were always a beautiful woman, but carrying his children made you even more radiant. He couldn't be happier that you were the mother of his kids. And all he wanted was to have you as--
"Rúben?"
He got distracted again. He had been like this all day and you were starting to get worried. Had something happened? You thought.
"Sorry. Got distracted." You closed the door and followed him toward the living room.
"I can see that. Did something happen? You've been weird all day." You looked at him as he sat down once again on the sofa, his arm resting on top of it, highlighting the veins in his arms.
"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess." He patted the sit next to him, and you sat down. Now it was your time to cuddle against him. But you didn't want to cuddle. You wanted something else.
"You know," you started. "You haven't kissed me all day."
Rúben looked at you and smirked. "Oh, really?" You nodded and pouted. "Why should I be the one to initiate it? You didn't kiss me either!"
You didn't say anything to him, you just cupped his face and kissed him passionately. He was taken aback, but he soon responded by placing his hand on the back of your head, drawing you nearer. The kiss was intense yet tender at the same time.
You didn't have to wait long for a full make-out session on the sofa, but you knew you had to take things to the bedroom before your kids woke up and found you in that situation with their dad. To your surprise, he was the one who broke the kiss and pushed you away.
You weren't the only one horny, as you could see the bulge in his shorts. His eyes were dark and when he grabbed your hand and turned off the TV, you knew the night was going to be good.
Inside the bedroom, he locked the door and pushed you against the wall. Before kissing you again, he pulled off your his shirt and quickly pulled down your sweatpants, leaving you only in your non-matching underwear.
He cupped your face and kissed you fervently. You could feel every inch of him against you and that only made you even wetter.
As he tilted his head sideways and began kissing your neck, you took the chance to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off. Even after years together, his body always made you bite your lip like it was the first time you were seeing him naked.
You ran your hands down his abs and Rúben unlocked your bra. When you tried to take off his shorts, he pulled your hands away, pinning them above your head.
He leaned his forehead against yours. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" His voice was deep.
You looked confused at him. "What are you talking about? I'm on birth control." You didn't know what was going on with him. You didn't even remember the last time he used a condom.
You brushed it off and pushed him back, making him fall in the bed. You quickly took off your panties and straddled him. You didn't give him enough time to think, because before he knew you pulled his dick out of his boxers and lined it up to your entrance before slowly going down.
Your head fell down as a moan left your lips. Rúben gripped your hips as you sank down, feeling you squeeze him the way you always did.
After you took a minute to adjust to his size, like you always had to do, you started to rock your hips. Rúben pulled your hair back and cupped your face, making you lock your eyes with his. You could see the pleasure on his face and that only made you move faster.
You had been so horny that you could feel your orgasm building up and so did Rúben, because he quickly turned you around, so you were on your back, with him now on top. His thrusts were deep and rough. One of his hands cupped your breast as he pinched your hard nipple, and the other around your neck gripping it, but not too hard to hurt you.
"Look at me!" He told you. "If you close your eyes, I'll stop." He leaned his forehead against yours and you opened your eyes. "You gonna cum?"
You swallowed a lump in your throat. "Yes."
It took only a few more hard and deeper thrusts and you were coming apart underneath him. Rúben's hand over your mouth, covering your loud moans. He didn't stop to let you recover, he only went faster, searching for his own orgasm.
Your nails were digging into his back and you started whispering dirty things in his ear, trying to make him cum, because if he didn't come sooner, the one having an orgasm was going to be you again. Not that you minded.
"Come inside me! I love when you come inside me."
Rúben was almost there. Almost there. But then there it was. His thoughts playing tricks on him. Once again.
"Rúben, I'm pregnant! You're going to be a dad!"
"Do you still like me fat?" - "Stop it, you're not fat, you're pregnant."
"It's a boy!" - "I knew it."
"It's a boy." - "Stop putting boys in me, Dias."
"I don't want to do it again. Don't be mad. I just can't." - "Love, it's okay. It's okay. We have two healthy boys. You gave me more than I could ask for. You're the most wonderful woman I know. I love you."
He groaned and quickly pulled out as he came on your stomach, the warm liquid spreading over your abdomen.
Saying you were surprised he pulled out, was an understatement. You were shocked. He loved to come inside you. He always comes inside you. Why was today different?
"Rúben--"
"Sorry!" His chest moved up and down quickly. "I-- I don't know why I pulled out." He lied.
"You're lying!" You knew him better than he knew himself.
Ignoring you, he stood up and went into the bathroom. He cleaned himself and grabbed a cloth to clean you off. He always took care of you.
You watched him as he cleaned you off in silence. All of a sudden, it was like he was sad about something. It was all going well, he was acting as the same lover as always, but at the last minute something switched and you weren't going to sleep until you knew what had happened.
After he cleaned you off, he put on his boxers, kissed your forehead and told you he was going to brush his teeth.
You took a minute to come to your senses. You pulled on his shirt that was lying on the floor and followed him into the bathroom, closing the door behind you for some reason.
"What's going on? And don't you dare say it's nothing."
Rúben looked at you through the mirror. "What are you talking about?"
You crossed your arms over your chest. "You've been acting weird. You didn't kiss me this morning. You've been quiet, only talking when I or the boys asked you something. And now, you don't want to come inside me? Like… What is it?"
Rúben was not a good liar. Never was. And when he tried to be, you always found out. So lying to you was only going to make things worse.
"I..."
"Turn around when you're talking to me, Dias."
He turned around and leaned against the bathroom sink. "I don't know how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"I'mhavingbabyfever!" He said it so quickly that you didn't even realise what came out of his mouth.
"What? One of the boys has a fever?" Your eyes widened.
Rúben let out a sigh. "It's not them, it's me."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You have a fever?" You took a step closer and put up your hand on his forehead. "You're not even warm. What are you talking about?"
Rúben grabbed your hand from his forehead and placed it over his heart. "It's not that kind of fever."
You were feeling pretty stupid because you didn't understand what he was trying to say. "Is there any other kind of fever?" You were getting frustrated. "You're not making any sense."
He cupped your face and looked at you. "I'm having baby fever." He said slowly. You went numb at his words. "Seeing you holding Bernardo's daughter, and the fact that he has a baby girl, made me think how good you would look holding a girl half you, half me in your arms."
"I don't..." You didn't knew what to say.
"I know we said we're done having kids and I'm not trying to change your mind or anything, but this is hitting me harder than I thought it would."
"You know how bad I felt when having Miguel. I'm scared it'll happen again."
"I know babe, I know."
"Even if we attempted to do so, he cannot order for a girl." Rúben looked down and nodded. You felt bad for him. Being a girl's dad was all he wanted, but it terrified you to think of becoming pregnant again. "I'm sorry, that sounded way too rude."
"No, it's okay. I mean you're right, we can't choose what gender to have." He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head. "I only told you because I can't lie to you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories."
"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You just caught me off guard, that's all."
"I know." He mumbled an apology and kissed your head one last time. "Let's go to bed."
It had been two months since that night. Rúben didn't bring up the subject again and neither did you. But you would be lying if you hadn't been thinking about another pregnancy.
"Is it really okay to leave her with you?" Ines asked for the hundredth time. She and Bernardo were going out for the first time since their daughter's birth, and you had offered yourself to look after her. "Isn't Rúben going to act, I don't know… weird?"
You chuckled. "He knows she's staying here. It's okay, don't worry."
"Are both of you doing well? Has he said anything again?"
"He didn't say anything else, but…" You ran your hand through your hair and let out a sigh. You sat down in front of her in the living room. "I need to talk with someone before I explode."
"What is it?"
You looked back to see if your kids were listening to the conversation. "Since that night, every time we have sex, he doesn't finish… you know… inside me."
"What? Wait, aren't you on birth control?"
"Yes."
"So why… Have you asked him why?"
You stood up and began pacing back and forth. "He told me he didn't feel comfortable and needed some time, but that was two months ago. The sex is still mindblowing, he's the same lover he has ever been, but I want him to.. yeah."
"Maybe you should tell him. You've been together since kids. You know him better than anyone, he'll understand."
Rúben opened the apartment door and was greeted by the delicious aroma of your cooking. The sound of his kids' laughter filled the house, bringing a smile to his face. He placed his bag at the entrance and walked down the hallway. As soon as Thiago and Miguel noticed him, they jumped up from the sofa where they were watching TV and rushed to greet him.
"Dad!" Rúben bent down and kissed their foreheads.
As the timer of the oven beeped, Rúben noticed that you were having a hard time juggling the baby and the food. He immediately stepped in and offered his help.
"Let me help you!" You turned around, surprised to hear him. You hadn't noticed him come in. You let him take the baby from your arms and you quickly took the food from the oven. "Hi, beautiful!"
As you placed the food on the table, you turned your head to see Rúben carefully holding the baby in his strong arms. The baby looked even tiny against his chest. He was speaking to her in a gentle and soothing tone, his voice sounding sweeter than usual as he smiled.
That was the moment you knew you were screwed!
"Oh fuck!" You mumbled to yourself.
It was like your bubble of illusion had shattered. Suddenly the memories of Rúben holding your kids when they were just little babies, made you come to the realisation that he wasn't the only one wanting to have more kids.
You were so afraid that a new pregnancy would be a repeat of the last one, that you couldn't even envision what you truly desired: a large family.
"You okay?" He asked you. "You're pale."
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." You said. "Dineer's ready!"
You and Rúben were cleaning the kitchen in silence when Bernardo and Ines came to pick up their daughter and when they left it was like the house had become a bit more empty and so did you. Rúben noticed that you were very quiet and asked the boys to go play in their room for a while.
He approached you, hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "What's wrong? You're very quiet today."
"It's nothing, gorgeous. Just tired."
"Is that our excuse for everything?" He turned you around and lifted you on the counter. He got between your legs and kissed you passionately and slowly. "What's in that head of yours?"
You put your arms around his neck. "Do you really want to have more kids?"
Rúben moved his head away from your neck and furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
You let out a sigh. "Today, seeing you taking care of Bernardo's daughter, made me realise how much I miss having a baby that small. Seeing you with a baby that small."
"What does that mean?" His heart was racing.
"It means I miss having your babies." Rúben's smile could light up a room. "But that doesn't mean I'm not terrified of the pregnancy."
He cupped your face. "You know I'm always here for you."
"I know and that was never in question. But at the end of the day, I'm the one pregnant."
"Babe, if you don't want another kid, that's okay."
"But I do!" You jumped from the counter, frustrated. "I do want to have more kids. Have you looked at yourself? Who wouldn't want to have your kids?" Rúben crossed his arms over his chest and laughed. "Shut up, Dias!"
"It's your call, babe. It's your body."
You groaned and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the bedroom. "I'm going to talk with my doctor first. But in the meantime we can practice."
"You know the kids are still awake, right?"
"We can be quick and quiet for now."
9 months later
"Congratulations, Y/a. It's a girl." You cried even more, realising that your baby girl was finally in your arms.
"We did it!"
"She's beautiful, just like you." Rúben pushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺
Thank you so much in advance
cravings
craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?
rúben dias x you
part of dad!rúben collection
wc: 2k
note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!
“gatinha,”
at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.
“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?
you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.
that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.
“are you okay?”
you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.
“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”
ah… the infamous early morning craving.
you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.
with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”
rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”
“uh, mcdonalds?”
in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.
but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?
rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”
“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”
ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.
“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”
“you mean, our honeymoon?”
oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”
the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.
but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”
“i want durian.”
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what on earth is durian?
rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.
no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.
you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.
ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.
so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?
thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.
but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.
with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.
but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.
other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…
“what takes you so long?”
rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”
“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”
the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”
you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”
“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”
“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”
“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”
and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.
“why at 8?”
“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”
rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”
okay?
okay?!
okay!
good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.
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rúben was the one not okay that morning.
you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.
you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.
rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.
“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”
coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.
“there you are,” rúben was about to comment
like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.
you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.
“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”
good god, please help me.
“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”
and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.
but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.
when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”
“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”
“sim, meu amor.”
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hot n cold / rúben dias
summary: being in the will-they-won't-they stage with rúben was confusing, to say the least. maybe a bit of rain during the treble parade can make things clearer for you.
wc: 1.1 words.
author's note: just a lottttt of pinning and tension that doesn't really get addressed, i'm sorry 😮💨 but they KNOW!!! 🙏🏻 also, lots of soft rúben for my soul 🙏🏻
rain in manchester. it shouldn't surprise none of you, part of the whole team that organized the parade, but still, it does.
first, the answer is to delay it. but, you all know the achievement is too big to overlook, so cancelling it isn't an option, with the fans and team all ready to celebrate the huge achievement only done once by a previous team. a direct rival, nonetheless. and considering there are already a sea of blue waiting for their home heroes, the answer comes rather easy: do it anyways. under pure, manchester weather.
the rain comes pouring down on all of you, and it almost feels predestined: like there was no other way of doing it. but also, you're freezing cold, rain soaking all your clothes and glueing them to your body. you couldn't care less at the moment, too focused on not missing a thing, which was difficult to do when jack was putting on a show for everyone to see.
your back clashes against somebody's front, and you want to turn desperately to offer your apologies, except, two big arms wrap around your figure, effectively immobilising you. "fuck, you're freezing" is the first thing the person says, and by his mere voice you know who it is.
you're not only dripping water with the sassines that can be perceived coming out of your lips. "i think that's the expected result when you're standing in the rain for one hour, rúben," you deadpan, and try to get out of his hold. you don't really care about prying eyes from fans right now, because the bus just got to its destination, so the coast is clear, one could say. but still, feeling you flush against him feels wrong, just because you know you're enjoying it far more than you should. he's a colleague, after all.
"come on, come here," he insists, and you can't really get out of his grip with the force he's caging you in now. you two are so close together that you can feel the medals hanging from his neck, and resting comfortably on his chest. his voice brings you back, and you feel like you've been caught staring, when in reality, you've not. "i'm hot. i can warm you up" he resonates, and although he doesn't refer to him being hot, but rather, his body temperature, which is notoriously higher than yours currently, you can't hel but laugh at the connotation. "wasn't really a secret that you're hot when you're shirtless, dias".
he tries to stifle a laugh, but still, the smirk painted on his lips, which enhances the little dimple he has in his cheek, betrays him. "anyways, you'll freeze to death," you say, turning a bit to get to see his face when you're speaking to him. you notice now the way that he's looking at you, so lovingly, that you're almost forced to turn around again to avoid getting flustered in his gaze. especially, when he shrugs your statement off. "wouldn't be such a horrible way to die, right?". thankfully, john comes before you can answer anything to the portuguese.
"come on, lovebirds, we have a treble to celebrate!".
you freeze at his words, and rúben is the one to move you forward when he starts walking, still holding you onto him, as if you'd leave his side at the first chance you had. that's what you would be supposed to do; but everybody's too drunk to remember any of the ruled you must follow, so you decide to follow that path too. except, you know that rúben doesn't have a drop of alcohol on his system, and you're not really in for drinking while at work: so you two are completely sober. "don't listen to him," he whispers when john's out of sight, and you realize you two are the only ones still in the bus. "but he's right. we have to get you warmed up. can't have my favorite staff getting sick, can we?".
ruben doesn't leave your side at all. not when you get down the bus, not when you enter the building. you don't see any of your colleagues, and your first instinct is to go out there, and search for them. for sure, they're all in place, doing their job, and you feel guilty not being there.
rúben gets to catch your wrist, just barely. "where are you going?" he asks, his eyes big and questioning. you only get to point with your thumb, signaling back towards where the exit to get to the stage is, but he's clearly not pleased with your answer. "you're not getting back there without a dry shirt" he says, giving you the blue shirt he had in his hold, and the towel a staff member had somehow dumped on him in a hurry. your eyes clearly spoke before you needed to, because ruben answered before you even muttered a word. "don't worry about me. see you out there, yeah?".
you're too focused filming and taking pictures to even see when rúben gets out, but the way the crowd cheers his name alerts you of his presence on the stage. the first thing you notice is the clear contrast between his shirt and the one the rest of his teammates are wearing. he has a nice, white shirt that hugs him just right, at the same time that marks him as a champions league champion. instead, the rest of the guys are wearing a light blue one, with light blue and neon yellow letters accentuating the fact that they're treble winners.
no one seems to notice the slip up, or at least, think it's accidental, but john sees you, and he knows. after all, it's not too complicated to put two and two together. he nods approvingly, like a proud father, only to shift his focus to clap rúben in the back. it seems to be a bit too strong to his liking given how fast he turns around, browns knitted together in confusion.
your focus gets taken out of their little interaction when jack does the next thing that has the crown roaring, and get reminded, again, of what your job here is. not to fool around with rúben, you chastise yourself, but still, can't help but look for him a few minutes after. this time, he's looking at you, and it makes your cheeks grow warm. he tugs his shirt and points at you, making a little thumbs up. rúben seems to mouth "looks good on you", and you playfully roll your eyes at him. "it's because it's yours".
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Voodoo ⤷ Rúben Dias
genre: fluff
words: 1.3k
summary: you catch a glimpse of a side to Rúben you do not see often enough when on holiday with him and his friends.
note: this video lives in my head rent free, even til this day so I decided to write a little something :)
The sky shifted from a deep golden hue to a velvety black canvas as you sat on the main deck with Rúben and his friends. Ropes and chains helped to secure the yacht at the marina whilst conversations and uncontrollable laughter filled the air. It was nice to have a well-deserved break from the successful but strenuous football season, so this catch-up was definitely needed. You and Rúben spent the first half of the holiday with his family, and the second half with his friends.
Nervous does not even come close to describing how you felt about meeting Rúben’s family and friends for the first time. You were unsure about whether they would like you or if you would even get along, but those doubts were quickly cast aside the second you met them. Every one of them had made you feel so welcome and loved, you realised it was futile to have been so worried.
Rúben was now standing beside the table shirtless whilst talking to his friends in the warm air of the night, a gentle breeze passing through. Conversations alternated between both Portuguese and English, some involving you and others not. You were not given the usual amount of attention from Rúben, but you didn’t mind that at all. It had been a while since he saw his friends, so naturally he would have lots to talk about. You simply sat there, watching him in pure admiration as he sent you the odd wink when he caught you staring, a small smile of enchantment forming on the corners of your mouth.
As the night went on, the temperature cooled, taking a slightly chilly turn as the air teased your skin. You knew that Rúben would inevitably begin to feel the cold, so you decided to grab his grey hoodie and give it to him before he falls ill.
Rúben stopped mid-conversation, turning his head in your direction when he saw you walking towards him. His face lit up at the sight of you before his gaze landed on the hoodie you were holding, a smile creeping onto his face at your small but thoughtful gesture.
"You read my mind, thank you baby," Rúben took the hoodie from you, tilting his head to the side as he pecked your right cheek. You would think that after being together for so long, you would not redden at the smallest of things, but your cheeks still blushed every time without fail.
"Oh, get a room!" All the boys shouted in unison like innocent little children.
"What? It was just a peck; you guys are exaggerating!" You laughed, shaking your head as you turned away from Rúben to walk back to your seat.
Rúben, on the other hand, had a better idea and was not going to let you go that easily, especially after the boys’ little protest. He dropped the hoodie on his chair before catching your arm to pull you towards his bare torso, your hands landing on his cold but muscular shoulders and his arms wrapped around your waist. You glanced into his mischief-filled eyes as he smirked playfully with his tongue pressed against his cheek. In that moment, you knew exactly what he was planning, and you were more than happy to comply.
After a quick look in the direction of his friends, Rúben winked at them, followed by him closing the gap between his lips and yours. He did not hold back with this little display of affection, his tongue instantaneously sending shivers of desire coursing through you. With each kiss, you fall deeper and deeper in love with him, making it impossible for you to ever become bored of feeling his warm lips against yours. Your tongues danced as the boys hid their faces, not wanting to look as their complaints and whines filtered out as background noise.
If you carried on like this, you and Rúben would actually need to get a room, so you pulled away.
“Is it safe to look now?” one of his friends asked, peeking through his hands which were concealing his face.
“Are we done?” you mumbled, trying to catch your breath as Rúben’s lips hovered over yours.
“We’re done,” he smiled triumphantly at you, equally as breathless, before looking over at his friends, “you need to be careful what you wish for,” Rúben teased as his friends held their hands up in defeat, one of them muttering on about how he is going to be scarred for the rest of his life, making you giggle.
Rúben picked up his hoodie from the chair, sliding into it but leaving the zip open. You sat back down on the couch next to Rúben’s friend, who gave you a disapproving look as he playfully nudged you with his shoulder.
Music started playing from one of the phones, volume on full blast. It was a song you had heard Rúben play before, but not one you understood since it was in Portuguese. You grabbed the closest throw pillow and hugged it as you unlocked your phone to scroll through Instagram.
The sound of Rúben singing along to caught your attention so your eyes flickered to him. What you did not expect was to see was Rúben also dancing along to the song with his friend. It was such a pure moment, a silly side to Rúben you did not see often enough. So, you closed Instagram and opened the camera app instead, tapping the video option to capture this memory. Throughout the recording, a radiant smile was embedded on your face as you watched Rúben so carefree and relaxed.
Eventually, the music quietened as the boys decided to call it a night, each heading to their own rooms to get some sleep as the fresh scent of ocean water continued to linger in the air. You rubbed your eyes as Rúben lay down beside you on the couch, an elated expression on his face.
"You okay?" You shuffled closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you felt the warmth of his body heat against your face.
"Mmhm," you hummed with content as Rúben tenderly ran his hand through your hair.
“Sorry if I got a bit carried away with the boys and didn’t pay you much attention,” Rúben apologised unnecessarily. You lifted your head up to look at him, brows drawn together in confusion.
“You've got nothing to apologise for,” you reassured, “after all, the holiday is for you to catchup with your friends.”
“You’re not mad?” Now Rúben was the confused one, a soft sigh of relief escaping his lips.
“Of course not! I had a really good time honestly,” you started, “but if you feel that bad, you can make it up to me... tonight,” you whispered suggestively, your hand travelling lower down his body, as you felt his muscles tense beneath your fingertips.
“Nah, I don’t feel that bad,” Rúben teased affectionately as he scrunched up his face.
“Ruben!” You playfully hit his chest, turning you head away as you refused to look at him.
“I'm joking, I'm joking!” He threw his head back in laughter. It was so contagious you bit your bottom lip to try and stop yourself form bursting out laughing.
“I love you really,” he admitted as he lifted his hand under your chin, tenderly turning it to face him as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too,” you smiled brightly, eyes fluttering shut as you snuggled into Rúben.
The two of you lay there for a minute, watching the starry sky and enjoying each other's company. As you got up to walk to your shared bedroom, Rúben insisted he carry you bridal style, not talking no for an answer, as he put one of his arms around your back and the other under your legs, lifting you up so effortlessly. You wrapped your arms around his neck before nuzzling your face into the crook and planting a soft kiss there.
#ruben dias#rúben dias#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias oneshot#ruben dias fic#ruben dias fanfic#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias blurb#manchester city#man city#footballer imagine#rubenfinity.fic
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INFORMATIONS! ☆
i don't make full angst stories, but some elements involving the category can be included. request me a smut (politely asking for no extreme bdsm kinks), fluff content too, which i'm passionate about. (anonymously or not). i apologize if your unproblematic ask wasn't reciprocated in the name of my busy activities. please, try to send me again or give me more details of your wishes, using the private inbox. feel honored to talk to the readers. love it infinitely!
── joão félix sequeira.
a crescent love, an ephemeral passion ── joão félix
summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?
69 with joão félix
summary: a concept of you and joão félix sharing jubilation and becoming one.
── dominik szoboszlai.
miss diplomat and mr. charming ── dominik szoboszlai
summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.
── kostantinos "kostas" tsimikas.
none yet.
── rúben dos santos gato alves dias.
none yet.
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Platonic Lies
summary: rúben wants to know if he and Y/N will ever be more then friends.
pairing: rúben dias x reader
genre: angst, fluff
a/n: idk why I'm posting this bc it isn't that good but oh well. any feedback is appreciated <33
➪ can be read as a prequel to monaco memories
Every one of the city players were well aware of how you and Rúben were most definitely more than friends. Your actions spoke for themselves; he would bring you coffee every morning, offer to drive you home after work, those glances that lingered slightly longer than they should and not to mention the endless flirting. Despite all that, you were in constant denial, simply dismissing anyone who would say you're not just friends as the tension in the room grew.
"Is Rúben okay?" you asked John, as you fidgeted with the camera in your hand, pretending to look busy.
"Yeah, why?" He took a sip of water from the bottle as you walked beside him towards the pitch for the afternoon training session with the rest of the team.
"I just haven't seen him in a while," you lied. In fact you had seen Rúben but whenever you tried to talk to him, he would make excuses and walk away. Normally, you two would be inseparable but something's changed. Instead of handing you coffee every morning with his bright smile, he would leave it on your desk. You started to wonder if you did something wrong. He was avoiding you and you needed to find out why.
"I can send him to your office if you want," John winked suggestively, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"Shut up," you laughed, pushing him out onto the pitch as you saw everyone return from their lunch break.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on as you wanted training to end quickly so you were able to clear the air with Rúben. The perfect time to do this was after training, in the changing room, as he was always the last one out. Once everyone else left, you anxiously walked in, wanting answers from him.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" you took Rúben by surprise, as he was ready to leave with his bag all packed.
"Listen Rúben, I really need to-" you tried to explain before he interrupted you.
"John's waiting for me, I should go," he grabbed his bag and walked straight past you towards the door, refusing to stay.
"He can wait a few more minutes, can we please talk?" You held his hands in an attempt to stop him.
"Have I done something to hurt you? Tell me so I can fix it Rúben, I miss you," your voice barely a whisper.
"You've done nothing wrong but I think it would be better if you stayed away from me.”
"But we used to be such close friends, why can't we go back to that?" you pleaded.
That struck a nerve.
“Friends, huh?” he laughed sarcastically, letting go of your hands as he clenched his jaw and shook his head, "we're not just friends and you know it."
“I really like you Y/N, and I know the feeling is mutual but something’s holding you back and I wanna know what,” he whispered as his face inched nearer to yours, lips almost brushing. Taken by surprise, you stumbled backwards and you were against the wall.
“All I can think about is kissing you when I know I shouldn’t,” he confessed in a lowered voice, taking a step towards you so that you were trapped between his body and the wall.
"Rúben, we can’t, I can’t-” you hesitated as you noticed Rúben’s gaze flicker to your lips.
“Why not?” he ran his thumb lightly across your bottom lip.
“Because we’re colleagues and if we start dating-” you rambled on knowing that it was a pathetic excuse, until you were interrupted by a pair of lips crashing onto yours.
After the brief initial shock, your eyed fluttered shut as you eased into the soft and gentle kiss. You gave up pretending that the feelings you had for Rúben were platonic, because they were far from it. He was right, you did really like him, from the moment you first saw him, if you're finally being honest now. You were just overthinking and overcomplicating things—it's what you do best.
Rúben’s hands travelled down to your waist, gently pressing his body against yours. The hem of your shirt lifted slightly and he rested his hands on the bare skin of your waist.
“Do you want me to stop?” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.
Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he murmurs into your mouth as you both smile into the kiss before you hear a familiar voice.
"Rúben, mate, how long are you—woah, I didn't mean to inter—," he paused for a second, before shouting, "KYLE COME AND SEE THIS."
Embarrassed that you had been caught, you hid your face in the crook of Rúben's neck, a soft laugh escaping the two of you.
“Need to take a picture of this moment, I was starting to think you two would never happen,” John mumbled as he unlocked his phone and took a quick photo.
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by the pool
summary: you find it difficult to manage with living in a new city and the last semester before graduating uni but your fuck buddy knows just how to take your mind off your work
word count: 3.2k
warnings: fluff/smut, maybe some suggestive tones as well
when you first moved to manchester from liverpool half a year ago you promised to yourself that you'd strictly focus on your studies. you wanted to be closer to your university campus and the daily hour train travel was starting to get tiring. having recently gone through a break up with your ex boyfriend, you wanted to stay alone for a while, move to a new city, have a fresh start, only focusing on yourself and the demanding last few months of being an undergraduate university student.
you had to admit to yourself that it was hard. the new apartment you were staying in was empty, having being used to a full house with your younger brother and parents. there were nights where the homesick feeling was sitting heavy on your chest, often catching yourself thinking about home. but manchester was your new home.
or so you kept telling yourself. until one night when you were sulking alone in your apartment, spooning on a bucket of vanilla ice cream whilst watching ''someone great'' for the hundredth time on netflix. a message from your best friend appearing on your screen asking you, or more like telling you, that she planned a night out with the rest of your friends group. you were almost ready to turn down her invitation when the doorbell rang. groaning, you threw your grey fluffy blanket over your shoulders and made your way to the front door.
''how the hell did you get here so fast?'' your eyes narrowed as you stepped aside to let your best friend in. considering the fact that she always walked so slow and you had to drag her around like a lost puppy, her arrival time was quite speedy.
''john gave me a lift'' the blanket was back over your head and you were laying face down on the sofa once again, blocking your best friend from seeing your face. a yelp left your mouth when you felt her grab your legs and pull you towards the end of your sofa, almost falling on your face but you managed to prevent that from happening.
''it's not funny you muppet, let me go'' she threw her head back, laughing at the scene in front of her ''I don't wanna come along, leave me alone'' your hand grabbed the pillow nearest to you and threw it to her face, catching her off guard as she stumbled backwards, falling on to the other sofa. you poked your head out of your cover looking at her.
''you're not gonna regret it, babes'' she chuckled wiggling her eyebrows ''john's bringing a friend of his'' she turned her attention to the telly. your movie long forgotten. you had watched it too many times already anyway. you sat in silence for a moment as you considered her invitation. It has been a while since the last time you've been out. from your bed to your couch and back was the only route for you for the past few weeks and if you were honest you needed a carefree night out.
''so are you coming or not?''
''fuck it let's go''
she threw her arms in the air, triumphantly, already en route to your bedroom to pick out a club appropriate outfit for you.
.
and you were more than glad that your best friend managed to coax you to go out with them that night. and as you were sitting in your car on your way to ruben's house, you realised how these past six months have passed by far more pleasantly than you would have ever thought with him by your side.
your relationship, if you could call it that, was well, complicated. the pair of you agreeing to a no-strings-attached-just-sex-no-feelings kind of an arrangement. At the time, it was just a convenient solution for the both of you to let off some steam from your busy schedules but it was often when you caught yourself thinking the what ifs.
shaking your head and putting those thoughts aside, you stepped on the accelerator pedal once the light turned green and took the turn into ruben's street. the lines of houses on his road never failing to leave you speechless despite the countless times you've been here. His figure came into view as he was already waiting for you, having opened his gate for you to park your car and closed it once you were inside.
you turned off your engine and got out of your car, stepping around to the passenger's seat to grab the bag you have prepared since you were staying the night at his house. it wouldn't be the first time anyway.
''took you long enough to finally show up'' the smirk that appeared on his face made you roll your eyes and you wrapped your hands around his waist, hugging him.
''yeah yeah, didn't know you were that impatient'' he ruffled your hair with his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and your hand came up, closing around his wrist. it was casual for the two of you to be this close. your friends would often tease you about being attached to the hip at all times. and when you weren't at his side, his eyes were always on you, and when he wasn't on your side your eyes were always on him.
approaching his front yard, you noticed the cushions that sat on the patio, almost in front of his pool as candles and two glasses with a bottle of wine and some snacks sat on the side. you turned to look at him with one eyebrow raised.
''are we celebrating something?'' you said over your shoulder, making your way inside his house and leaving your back by the floor to ceiling windows. his eyes glued to your figure. The sundress you were wearing was hugging your body perfectly from the waist up as it was more flowy from the waist down.
''it depends on what you want to call a celebration'' he approached the cushions and sat down on the one to the left, his body slouching down against it as he put his hands behind his head, looking at you ''if you want to celebrate the fact that you won't be able to walk tomorrow then so be it'' you snapped your gaze up at him a blank expression on your face. the complete opposite from the smug smile on his.
Since he wanted to play games, you were going to play it your way. you turned your body completely his way and grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in just your black bikini. The weather was improving, which meant it was easier to go for a swim since the sun wasn't completely gone yet either.
The sunset light was giving your already tanned body an angelic glow and Ruben had to look away in order not to get a hard-on like a horny teenager. clearing his throat, he took a gulp from his glass of wine, looking at you from over the hem of his glass.
''so..'' sitting yourself on his lap, you gazed into his coffee brown eyes and then down to his lips. since the day you first met him, you always felt this attraction towards him. not just in a sexual way but way more to that. your conversations always kept flowing and you were never short of activities when you were hanging out with each other. it was always fun
''do you fancy a swim then?'' his hands circled around your waist and pulled you flash against him. your lips hovering over his as his hand came up and caressed your cheek. they would have touched if you hadn't pulled back. your index finger run down his cheek and under his chin, lifting his head up so you could look down at him ''I'll be waiting for you in the pool''
chuckling, you got off his lap, throwing your sunglasses his way as you took a dive into the pool. He shook his head playfully and took off his shirt, lowering his swim shorts just an inch. a teasing game you both found yourselves so effortlessly falling into every time you were around each other. you showing some more skin than intended or him purposefully flexing the muscles of his thighs or taking off his shirt. It was clear as day that the little shenanigans went straight to your core and he knew it better than you could ever imagine.
When you resurfaced from your dive, you ran your hands through your wet hair, clearing them off your face and swam to the edge of the pool. He was standing at the edge now, just above you and you looked up at him through your lashes. a wide and easy grin on your face as your eyes clearly invited him to fall off the edge and into the pool. He sent a last smile your way before diving into the pool himself.
sighing, you rested your chin on your folded arms on the concrete. you were feeling relaxed after a really long time. your dissertation taking up almost all of your time and you had few to none free days. your regular friday nights with ruben, that often turned into a whole weekend of you staying at his house, wrapped up in your own little world, became more occasional rather than frequent. you had missed him.
you yelped when you felt his strong arms wrap around you and his lips on your neck ''you're thinking again'' his voice was hushed, no need to for him to speak louder since it was just the two of you and the relaxing music playing in the background over his speakers ''why don't you let me take your mind off things for a while?''
turning around in his arms, you let him pin you against the wall of the pool wrappιing your arms and legs around him. his lips were soft against yours and his hands were feeling up your body. a moan tumbled from your lips when his tongue inserted your mouth, feeling his hips roll against yours and your left hand wrapped tighter around his shoulder, resting between his shoulder blades.
''sit on the edge for me, amor'' he breathed against your mouth and one look in his eyes was enough to give you an insight on his thoughts. you rested your palms against the concrete and pulled yourself up. your knees coming in contact with his chest as he kissed them. his hands spread your knees apart and your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his breath in your bikini. his hot breath coming in contrast with the wet material, making your clit tingle.
''ruben someone may see'' it was almost impossible given the fact that the gate around the house was quite tall for any prying eyes to see but that didn't mean they wouldn’t try ''you weren't thinking about this a few minutes ago when you were all over me on the cushions, did you, baby?''
you gulped, taking a quick look around you before you leant back, supporting your weight on your elbows. ruben's face between your legs was a sight you would never get tired of. especially when it was the first thing you saw in the morning. Ruben knew it was your favourite way to wake up so it was often that he found himself underneath the covers and between your legs, first thing in the morning.
''Now be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me'' your core was throbbing and he hasn't even touched you properly yet. your hips lifted when he pulled your bikini bottoms down your legs. his lips leaving kisses over every inch of your skin as he went lower and lower down your body. He threw one leg over his shoulder, the other falling open at your side.
''f-fuck'' it was embarassing how quickly he had you falling apart. his hot breath on your dripping folds was enough to send you into a haze. you head tipped back when he licked a bold stripe up your pussy. his tongue flat against it felt incredible and when he reached your clit his lips closed around the nub. your fingers threaded through his wet hair almost immediately.
it has become a habit for you by now. either your hand placed at the back of his head or your fingers running through his hair when they were growing longer. you had suggested that he grows his hair and had explained the reason behind it. it being that you loved pulling at it when he was situated between your thighs. but he shrugged it off, not agreeing with the way that his hair would look longer.
''you're so good ruben'' your breathed out, your breath getting uneven already ''please don't stop''
''oh I wasn't planning to, princess'' his head buried between your legs further, sucking and licking on your pussy, head moving rapidly from side to side. he made it his mission to make you forget about your uni work for a while and he was determined to do it properly.
he unwrapped one hand from over your thigh and licked his middle and ring finger, coating them with his spit. his mouth never stopped its assault on your clit when his fingertips circled your entrance, pushing them inside you slowly. your back arched and and you reached behind your back with your free hand, untying your bikini top and throwing somewhere. you didn't care at that moment. your fingers pinched your hard nipple and the pleasure ripped through your body.
''you like that, hmm?'' The vibration of his voice against you made you gush around his fingers and he moaned as the simple question made a new wave of wetness drip from your entrance and run down his palm. All you could do was shake your head, nodding at his question.
''right there, y-yes'' you cried out his name when he angled his fingers upwards, touching the sensitive spot inside you each time he curled his fingers ''I'm so close, ruben, please'' the way you clenched around his fingers and the way you started writhing around told him so anyway.
''cum for me, angel'' his rough accent, telling you to let go was enough to throw you over the edge. your hips lifiting off the ground and bucking up towards his face as your orgasm ripped through your body ''oh fuck, ruben'' his fingers stilled inside you and he was just lazily lapping up at your juices, gently bringing you down from your high. your body felt numb for a second and you just laid there, catching your breath.
ruben's face popped up and over your face as you felt the droplets of water fall on your body from him hovering above you ''those cushions are new, wanna find out how comfortable they are?''
His attempt to sound sexy was horrible sometimes, never ceasing to crack you up during the most intimate times you shared but they always put a smile on your face. getting up from the concrete floor naked, you took his hand leading him to the grass part of his front yard, where the cushions were. gently pushing on his shoulders he fell back, his legs immediately spreading apart showing off his toned things perfectly.
''you know..'' you started, your hands resting on his knees as you leaned over his body ''I would love to suck you off, ruben'' your lips ghosted over his cheeks as you spoke lowly ''but I'd rather have you inside me right now'' you saw his eyes closing, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
straddling his lap your bare pussy came in contact with his clothed bulge and you moaned as the wet material felt great against your clit ''take them off, please'' without getting you off his lap, he pulled his swim shorts down to his knees and you helped him take them down his legs. your hands caressing his cheeks, bringing his face to yours as you connected your lips together.
the hand resting on your hip, travelled down to his dick, grabbing the base of it as he lined the tip up with your entrance. the pair of you moaning against each other's mouths when you were fully sat on him. your warm walls enveloping him as he kept kissing you. when you got used to size you slowly started moving up and down, ruben helping you by guiding your hips.
''you feel so fucking good'' his voice a low growl that got mumbled as his face was burried in your chest, tongue licking your nipple. your plan of staying quiet was failing miserably as he kept on hitting all the right spots inside you.
''fuck ruben'' the skin of your thighs slapping against his and your moans was quite loud and you felt relieved as the music covered up part of the sound. your head tipped back and you hissed when his teeth sunk at the base of your neck. it would leave a mark but you couldn't care less at the moment, you just wanted him.
''Harder'' the way your brows pinched together and your lips parted because the pleasure he was bringing you was getting too much was enough to send him over the edge but he always waited for you to finish first before it was his turn. flipping you over, your back now resting against the plush cushion, he threw your leg over his shoulder as he wrapped the other one around his waist and the new angle made you see stars.
your nails clawed at his back as he forcefully thrusted inside you, your hand moving down his body and to his arse as you grabbed at it.
''ruben''
''I know, baby, I know that it's so good''
you wanted nothing more rather than slap that smug expression off his face but you were too caught up in your own bliss to care. your walls kept clenching around him and each time he moved over your body, the neatly trimmed hair on his pubic bone, kept rubbing over your clit.
''I'm so close, please, don't stop'' his finger found your already sensitive nub and your breath hitched as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap ''cum for me, baby''
your eyes snapped shut as the immense feeling of pleasure rushed through your body. your vision blacked out for a mere second and you heard yourself crying out his name as he spilled inside of you. his body falling limp on yours, your leg falling from his shoulder and wrapped around his waist as you both laid there catching your breath. your fingers run through his now messy hair and you felt his eyelashes flutter against your skin.
''don't fall asleep on me ruben, you need to shower you're all sweaty'' you whined when you felt his body getting heavier on top of yours. He gently pulled out of you, his eyes lingering on your core as he watched his cum drip out of you. you shook your head with a small smile and a rosy colour on your cheeks when you noticed.
''round two at the shower?'' he looked at you from over his shoulder as he made his way inside.
''oi weren't you almost asleep two seconds ago?'' you laughed as you followed him inside the house ''wait for me''
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Hi, I just read your Miami fic and it was awesome! If your requests are open, could write more Rúben smut, where is making love you to during your anniversary night, him being really gentle and end up with cockwarming until morning xx
Anniversary | Rúben Dias Imagine
Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff
Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias
Summary: Y/N and Rúben have soft anniversary sex.
Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), explicit talk, unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa", size talk just for a sec, google translated portuguese
AN: Thank you so much. I loved this request, I just had to deliver <3 They have sex in the morning, I hope this is okay with you :) enjoy x
Word Count: 2 143 words
This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Your eyes opened slowly as you were dragged out of your dream. You felt fingertips gently trailing up and down your bare spine, the touch a familiar one.
Rúben laid next to you in bed, though he’d been awake for a while. The noise coming from the raging storm outside had stirred him out from his own sleep. He enjoyed laying in the dark, listening to the storm and tracing shapes onto your skin. He loved to feel the movements of your steady breathing under his touch, it brought him comfort that nothing else could.
Your eyes adjusted to the dark, watching lightning flash behind the sheer curtains. You had no idea what time it was, the storm making the sky pitch-black.
“Good morning, meu amor.” he spoke in his deep, husky morning voice. You rolled over to face him, offering a sleepy smile. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. Nothing about this morning was rushed. You and Rúben were in your own little world.
Your fingers went into his soft hair, deepening your kiss.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get home earlier last night.” Rúben apologized softly when the two of you split for air.
“It’s okay, amor.” you said quietly, letting him slot one of his legs between yours.
Rúben had gotten caught up at the Etihad Campus the night before, filming content for the City youtube channel, and you were already in bed when he’d finally returned. He had managed not to wake you as he climbed into bed and you were just happy to wake up to him in the morning.
His lips were back on yours then, his hand on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. He had stripped down everything before getting in bed the night before and you hadn’t bothered to get dressed after a bath.
It was all skin-to-skin contact, warm and soft, as you sleepily made out in bed. You sighed quietly into Rúben’s mouth and he smiled against your lips.
“Happy anniversary. Eu te amo.” you whispered softly as he kissed your neck and he hummed against your skin before pulling back to look at you.
“Happy anniversary, princesa. Te amo mais.” he said, rolling you over so he was on top of you.
You shuddered as thunder shook the house, rolling through the city. Rúben smiled gently down at you and you exhaled deeply as he kissed down your body.
“You’re so beautiful.” he hummed against your skin, making you blush at his sweetness.
“It’s dark.” you giggled quietly.
“I know what you look like.” he defended himself as his tongue pushed out from between his swollen lips, flicking over the perked bud in the center of your breast while his long fingers knead and twist the other. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as your jaw falls slack, panting breaths filling the quiet between the two of you. When he scrapes his teeth over your sensitive skin, your breath comes out as a moan and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your breast.
Rúben’s knee disappears from between your legs, leaving your damp, throbbing center with nothing to push against, and you whimper slightly. “Shh..” he murmurs against your skin and shifts his body so that he’s on his knees in front of you, pressing his mouth to your sternum, down your stomach as his fingers grab greedily at your hips.
When he looks back up at you, eyes hazy and heavy with lust, bright red spots appearing over your skin where he’s mouthed at your body, hair mussed from his fingers, Rúben can’t stop himself from letting an eyebrow slide up, a smile forming on his lips.
When he leans back into your body, his lips fast and sloppy now as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, you let your head fall back against the silky pillow and your fingers ghost up to curl in his hair. Rúben’s hands slide behind your thighs, gripping the swell of your ass before he tugs you, to the edge of the bed. You jerk forward, grateful for the closeness he has created as his shoulders press in between your thighs.
“Rúben- ” you whisper and you realize it’s the first word either of you have spoken in a while amidst the sounds of moans and panting.
“Shh, babygirl.” he says, taking your face in between his hands. He brings your face to his, pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth “Let me love on you.” he pulls back from your lips and his hands slide to your shoulders to gently push you back against the bed. Rúben’s head dips and you feel his warm mouth pressing against the top of one thigh, then the other. When his hands grip your knees, sliding your legs farther open, you feel your heart racing in your chest with anticipation.
Rúben’s facial hair tickles where it comes in contact with your thigh as his mouth trails down the inside of your thigh, pressing a gentle kiss where the skin dips between the swell of your thigh and your sex. When he replaces his lips with his teeth, biting suddenly and harshly, your thighs try to come together, closing around his head as you gasp. You relax your muscles as his teeth ease and he pulls back slightly to run his tongue over the indents he’s left behind in your skin.
You push a hand into his hair, pushing the bangs back and digging your nails into his scalp as his head dips to the other thigh. Rúben replays the same touches, biting and soothing your soft skin on the other side, and you feel your chest rumble with a moan as you think about the matching bruises you’ll be sporting on the insides of your thighs for the next few days. His fingers slip in between your folds, sliding through the slick arousal that he’s built in your core.
“Ohh, Rúben..” you whisper, not sure what you’re going to say - maybe, “you don’t have to.” or “please, just put your dick in me..now.” - but he cuts you off.
“Don’t speak.” he says, glancing up at you from between your thighs and you can feel his words against your throbbing centre. You hold his eyes with your own for a moment, seeing the glint of lust and passion in his, and nod slowly.
“Be my good girl.” he purrs, the words slightly muffled as he presses them into your slick lips and you feel a shiver running down your entire body.
With one last glance up at you, Rúben’s mouth presses to your core, parting your swollen lips with his fingers so he can slide his tongue from your throbbing hole to the swollen bundle of nerves above it. His tongue, wide and gentle, slides over your pussy, forcing you to roll your hips slightly over his face. His nose brushes against your clit with the motion and you gasp at the friction. Rúben takes this as a cue, bringing his mouth up to the sensitive bead and sucking it between his lips. He rolls his tongue over it then around as he suckles gently. Your fingers curl, scratching his scalp as you slightly force his face closer, desperate for more.
“Oh, God..” you gasp, your back arching slightly and Rúben’s hand disappears from where it’s been kneading the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. Two of his fingers are suddenly pressed against your hole, teasing before sliding in easily in your vagina. You feel him filling you, knuckle by knuckle, as he continues to move his tongue over your swollen bud.
Rúben’s fingers curl inside of you before he pulls back slightly, beginning to use his hand to thrust deep into the part of you that aches with how badly you want him, how badly you need him. His fingers slide against your walls, satisfying that part of your brain that’s been crying out for more. Amidst your own panting and whimpers, you hear him say something, mouth still between your legs and you push his head back from your thighs.
“What did you say?” you ask breathless as your chest expands rapidly, your cheeks hot as he looks up at you.
“I love you so much, baby.” Rúben says, and the look on his face is like he’s drunk “‘I’m so lucky..” he says again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you with each word “..lucky to know you..” he presses another kiss to your other thigh “..lucky to touch you..” his mouth is against your clit “..lucky to love you.”
He runs his tongue over it, to ghost over your sensitive bud, bringing it back between his lips, and this time he lets his teeth scrape gently over it right as he slams his fingers deep into your body. The feeling that’s been building in your core, the tightness that has had you writhing under his touch, suddenly peaks and your jaw drops open, your hips thrusting against his hand and mouth as your fingers grip his head.
Rúben’s fingers make smaller pushes now, gently guiding you down as he keeps his mouth in place, his tongue running over the pulsing swell in his mouth. Your muscles tighten around his fingers, gripping him as you spasm through your release. When your body finally eases, the muscles in your body loosen as your release washes through your body, Rúben pulls his hand away from you, sitting back on his heels as he wipes the back of his hand over his slick chin and lips.
Despite the storm outside, you felt safe with Rúben and you were melting in the softness of the moment.
“Ready?” Rúben asked, kissing your lips before settling between your legs. You reached your hands out to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing the backs of your hands.
“Want me to hold your hands?”
“Yes, please.” you nodded and he smiled in the dark.
Your breath caught in your throat as Rúben eased inside of you. He praised you for taking him in so well and you breathed as you adjusted to his cock. You never quite got used to how big Rúben was, despite your frequent sex life. Once he bottomed out, he stilled for a few moments to let the dull ache subside.
“I love feeling you stretch to take all of me in.” he hummed, and you squeezed his hands. His lips brushed over your cheekbone, pressing gentle kisses on your face.
“Rúbenn..” you moaned as he slowly rocked his hips, pushing all the way into you. His breathing grew heavier as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
You let go of one of his hands to pull him down to kiss him passionately as he continued to thrust into you. You were like velvet around him, every part of you so soft. You were addicting and Rúben was mesmerized by how perfect you were for him.
“Rú, I- I want- ” you were cut off with a gasp as the head of his dick brushed against your g-spot.
“Tell me, amor. What do you want?”
“I want to be on top.” you got out through whimpers of pleasure.
Rúben snuck an arm under you, holding you tightly against him, staying nestled deep inside of you. He moved to sit up against the headboard, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his, nearly crying out at the deeper angle.
“I love seeing you ride me like this.” he praised, reaching down to gently massage your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him. You kept your movements slow and steady, the pleasure making Rúben’s head fall back. You kissed the column of his throat, his deep moan sending a wave of arousal through you.
“Babe, I’m so close..” you whimpered and he increased the pressure on your clit, making you cry out his name.
“Cum for me, baby..cum all over me.” Rúben breathed and a shiver rolled down your spine. You rolled forward as you came, squeezing your husband’s shoulders. Your breathing became uneven as your nerves sparked with electricity. The sight of you coming undone above him had Rúben spilling inside of you with a deep moan that echoed through your bedroom, mixing with a boom of thunder.
I love you’s were murmured in the dark, kisses pressed to your head as you caught your breath. You laid on Rúben’s chest, keeping him buried deep inside of you, even after you were done. You squirmed a bit at first, but Rúben rubbed your back lightly and your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being full.
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DOMESTIC DELIGHTS — r. dias
ೃ࿐ summary : The moments spent with your family, they are the most precious in your life, a pure delight that bring solace to your soul. And on this specific Sunday afternoon, this one, you are poised to savor every bit of it.
ೃ࿐ words : 0,7k.
ೃ࿐ genre : mature. fluff. suggestive.
ೃ࿐ warning : cute daughter-father moments, sexual tension.
ೃ࿐ author's note : Despite my deep disdain for Man City (while I do acknowledge Pep's genius football philosophy), I must confess—I find myself particularly attracted to some players... and a certain 6’2 Portuguese center-back has managed to steal my heart. Ugh, what can I sayyyyy, what can I sayyyyy.
You were drawn by the soft, deep chuckles emitted by your husband, guiding you towards the entrance of the living room, where you discreetly pushed the door ajar.
There he was.
Rúben.
Dressed in his black Puma sweatpants and a simple, white undershirt, he was doing push-ups with your little daughter perched on his broad, muscular back. Her cheerful, high-pitched voice counted his progress as he effortlessly raised and lowered his body multiple times. You observed them tenderly: the pure joy and trust of your child blending with Rúben's extraordinary strength and patience. Home.
If he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, he said nothing... and you couldn’t help but admire his new three-day stubble beard, a bit more developed than usual, complementing his charming face.
Suddenly, he twisted to one side, landing on the floor while effortlessly lifting your excited little girl with his sturdy arms before gently placing her on his firm stomach. A timid chuckle escaped your lips at this heartwarming sight. But this gesture didn't deter him from maintaining a somewhat intense gaze that met yours, igniting a fire within you.
"Go play in the garden, princesa. I'll do a few more and then join you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. As his words prompted her to dash out of the room, flashing you a mischievous smile in passing, the room fell into an almost oppressive silence. Only Rúben's erratic breathing and the sudden accelerated beats of your heart seemed to animate the space.
He eventually raised himself from the floor, taking his sweet time to stand, his brown eyes never leaving your burning gaze for a second.
Rúben's smile took on a different shade as he crossed the room to approach you, leaving only a few brief inches between you. His arms, marked by the effort, found support on the wooden doorframe, not far from your head, asserting his dominance in height.
In the depth of his gaze, you discerned the glint of a tantalizing promise.
"You didn't have to stop, you know?" you innocently scolded, letting your right hand wander from his neck, to his left flank and to his hip. You made sure your nails lightly grazed his skin through the thin white fabric, intending for him to feel your provocation. As you did, you sensed a trickle of sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to his still-toned abs, evidence of his numerous push-ups.
In just a few seconds, his body responded. Engulfed in goosebumps that hinted at desire, Rúben's eyelids trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Though your line of sight didn't reveal it, you were certain that his fingers fervently clutched the doorframe, evidenced by the emerging veins on his glistening shoulders.
He was on the verge of losing control. The mere thought elevated the corner of your lips into a sly smile, concealing the pleasure you took in this little teasing game. You must admit, you were very in the mood to play today. After all, Rúben simply had no business being so sexy on this delightful spring afternoon.
Your right hand, still placed on his hip, dared to venture even further beneath the fabric of his black tracksuit to bring him even more closer to you and explore the skin of his lower back and his firm bottom, leading him to open his mouth slightly, letting out a timid gasp.
Unable to resist the excruciating slowness of your caresses, he leaned forward, daring “Why? Do you want to keep watching?” he managed to inquire with an innocent tone, though mischief lingered within.
His alluring, plump lips so close to yours beckoned, yet you resisted the temptation they promised... at least for the moment. You knew what he expected from you at this moment, but you just wouldn't comply. You were far too determined to win this battle.
Nevertheless, the warm breath escaping his mouth was enough to slightly distract you. In that moment, you even forgot your somewhat disheveled appearance—your hair was in a messy bun, and you still had your apron on, still warm from the breath of the oven you had opened to check the crumb-topped salmon you were preparing.
This seemed not to bother Rúben, whose gaze remained just as fiery and thirsty. His fingers sought revenge, gently sweeping aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen during your observation, trailing across your cheek, your neck, before finally resting on your nape. Then his entire hand delicately settled upon it. Your eyes were nearly completely mesmerized by the movement of his lips. Ruben's voice became huskier and smoother. “Or maybe you want a turn too."
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Back Home
Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader
Summary: Rúben comes back home from his vacation to surprise you early in the morning.
Word count: 1128
Author’s note: English isn’t my first language. Also, first time writing for Rúben.
The day before was the most exhausting day in recent weeks. Last night you came home, showered, ate dinner and by 8pm you were already sleeping on the couch with the news on in the background.
In another country, Rúben was finishing packing his bag. He wanted to surprise you and decided to go home earlier than you thought.
After the champions League,
You woke up later, feeling chilly. It was dark outside and the TV was still on. When you picked up your phone from the coffee table, you saw that it was already 3am. You let out a sigh and hid your face on the pillow. You didn't want to get up and leave the comfort of the grey coach, but since there was no blanket, you had no choice. Damn you, Manchester weather!
If only Ruben was here! He'd have picked you up in bridal style and put you to bed, as he had done so many times before. You missed him. The flat felt empty and bigger without him.
Despite the time, you decided to text him without really hoping he'd reply. You just wanted to tell him - again - how much you missed him.
Y/a: Just woke up on the sofa after falling asleep watching the news. I wish you were here… to put me to bed or give me a blanket 😂 I don't want to get up.
You turned off the TV and the room became even darker, the only light coming from outside through the windows. Not even a minute had passed when your phone vibrated in your hand.
Rúben: I knew that was the only reason you had me around. And I was beginning to think we had a special connection. 🤡
You smiled at the text.
Y/a: Don't worry, that's not the only reason I keep you around 😉
Rúben: If you say it is because you can be closer to Stones, I'll block your number.
You couldn't keep the laughter inside. You and Stones had become good friends quickly after being introduced by Rúben. Such good friends, that Stones - and obviously you - loved to tease Rúben every chance you got.
Y/a: I'm sorry babe, but have you seen him? He's like... Perfect!
Rúben: I'm blocking you! Bye.
You ended the conversation by sending him the emoji blowing a kiss. After getting up from the sofa, you had a glass of water and then went to the restroom. Once in bed, you pulled the covers over yourself. Just as you were about to drift off, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Rúben.
Rúben: If you're not already, please get up from the sofa and go to bed. You need a good night's rest and sleeping on the sofa is not the solution. Love you ❤️
With a smile on your face, you quickly fell back asleep.
It was 6am when Rúben arrived back in Manchester. On the way from the airport to the flat, all he could think about was you. It had been a long few weeks without you, and even though the time with the boys was great, not having you around was tough.
He entered the house quietly so as not to wake you. You slept like a rock, but having been alone for the past few weeks could turn you a little more sensitive to the little sounds and Ruben wasn't going to take his chances, so he quietly opened up the door, lifting his suitcase off the wooden floor.
You hadn't drawn back the curtains, so the light from outside made it easy to walk around.
He put the suitcase down and filled a vase with water to put the roses he had got you from the airport.
He put the vase down on the kitchen island and tiptoed towards the bedroom. The door was closed because you couldn't sleep with the door open - something he had to get used to when you moved in together. Slowly he opened it.
He thought it was strange that you couldn't sleep with the door open, but you didn't mind the open curtains.
You lay on the bed with your legs tucked into the black sheets. Your chest rose and fell slowly. Rúben leaned against the doorframe, looking at you. You were hugging his pillow, tightly against your chest, and one of his old tshirts on.
Having fetched a cushion from the sofa, he took off his clothes and lay down carefully beside you. He got as close to you as possible without waking you, but even unconsciously your body sensed his presence and quickly snuggled up to him, making his job easier.
"Rúben!" You mumbled. His eyes widened. Had he woken you up?
"Babe?" He whispered, but you said nothing. You were probably dreaming, so Rúben put his arm around your waist, closed his eyes and hid his nose in your hair.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning when you woke up and felt a tingling in your hip. Ruben, as usual, had woken up earlier than you and didn't resist. He just wanted you to wake up and greet him, so his hand went inside your shirt and massaged your hip. He lightly kissed your exposed neck and at that moment you began to move.
Opening your eyes, you immediately felt your back pressed against a hard chest and when your ear was bitten, you quickly turned around. Your boyfriend was looking at you with his bright smile that you had missed so much.
"Oh my god. How did you get here?" Excited, you sat up and put your hand on his tanned chest. "How… when did you get here?"
"I couldn't stay away from you any longer. I decided to come back early and surprise you." Oh, how you missed his deep voice in the morning.
He touched your cheek and you fell on top of him, your arms around his neck, hugging his strong body, while he whispered sweet words in your ear.
You stayed like that for a while until he spoke. "Have you fallen asleep?"
You lifted your face from his neck. "If this is a dream and you're not really here, I don't want to wake up."
Rúben brushed your hair from your face, placed a hand on the back of your neck and gently pulled you down to him, joining your lips with his in a passionate kiss. He turned you onto your back as the kiss grew more intense and your tongues fought for dominance.
"Is that enough to make it seem real?" He asked you as he broke the kiss to catch his breath.
You smirked and ran your hands through his hair. "Not enough, but you're in a good way."
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safeword
it’s not a rare occurrence to spice up some things in your love life with rúben, including but not limited to the sex aspect. but when things get tough for you, you have to tap out and at that sight, rúben has never felt so sorry for you.
rúben dias x you
tw: filthy smut (like, foreplay to overstimulation while being blindfolded kind of filthy) and its aftercare
wc: 2.3k
prompts: “using safeword during sex” + “aftercare”
note: so many of you ask for a rúben smut, therefore may i present you, in this 1st post of smut week... this is based on these two asks! I never said I didn’t warn you, guys… pls DNI if you’re not 18 yet! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.
“oh fuck, rúben!”
you didn’t know if your mouth produced a groan or a gasp or something in between because they sounded so carnal to you that you didn’t want to find out what that sound was categorised as. your brain had been melting since the first touch rúben landed on your skin after he’d managed to persuade you to put on a blindfold.
it’d be fun, he said.
of course it’d be fun for him. your boyfriend wasn’t on the receiving end of his torturous, sensual touches.
of course it’d be fun for him. your boyfriend wasn’t on the receiving end of his torturous, sensual touches.
it wasn’t your boyfriend that felt the sensation of his fingers pinching on one of your nipples while his mouth engulfed the other pink bud, his sinful touch worked wonders simultaneously with his teeth lightly biting.
it wasn’t your boyfriend that arched whenever his thumb pulled your nipple to a stiffness you didn’t know could make you more receptive than any other time he’d done this with you.
it wasn’t your boyfriend that was taken aback whenever he switched his thumb with his mouth, left and right, so relentlessly without giving you a break to breathe. it wasn’t your boyfriend that felt the striking difference between the cold air of his bedroom and the warmth you were provided by his hands and mouth.
it wasn’t your boyfriend’s ears that were fed by the disgusting sounds of his tongue lapping the areola like it was his last supper—sucking them good to the point he could tug on the erected bud gently, circling them around, back and forth like he didn’t want this to end.
but god, you did because he’d been doing these sinful things to you that it endangered your sanity. because you couldn’t see whatever he was doing.
it wasn’t your boyfriend that was being blindfolded, resulting in every of your senses heightened in sensitivity. as if being cuffed to the bedpost above you wasn’t enough, rúben killed you twice by heightening your anticipation.
it wasn’t your boyfriend that already came—thrice, mind you—under his ministrations because of that spiking anticipation, not knowing what to expect and when to expect his agonizing foreplay, and he hadn’t even touched you where you wanted him to.
and now his hands was stroking gently from the death grip of yours against the silk tie he was wearing earlier, down to your armpit, while his mouth alternated between the left and right sides of your mound like he couldn’t pick a better one to settle. so selfish of him, so arrogant, yet so sexy. “rúben, I—”
“I know, baby,” he said, and god was he not satisfied at your posture underneath him. arching so sexily like a vixen in need of mercy not to be killed, anything to get you off. fortunately for him, it was the figurative meaning. “you can come.”
“I don’t think—ow, fuck!”
you trashed your body to the left this time because he was nipping on the sides of your right, down to your belly button, before settling down just an inch before your opening, which had been dripping wet shamelessly even before you came for the first time this evening.
with his touches everywhere and his mouth so close yet so far to the very itching part of your body, you felt like your insides were exploding but too weak to combust. “I can’t, rúben, I can’t—”
“yes, you can, baby,”
you wanted to—god did you want to reach your high so bad—especially with the way rúben left trail of kisses all over the inside of your thighs, ending with a gentle kiss on top of your swollen labia.
but you didn’t have the energy too. your stamina had been diverted elsewhere—to your senses when kept blindfolded, to your hands when you gripped the silk material preventing you from touching your boyfriend, to your brain when you forced your lungs to breathe.
“you’re my good girl,” rúben whispered huskily against the sensitive skin, his teeth and tongue grazing insanely close to where you wanted him. with the way you were spread submissively, an inch closer to your inside would grant you his tongue on your clit. “I know you can.”
you knew you could, but not now. you needed a break first.
“rúben, I—” you bit your lips because you wanted to cry. you wanted to cry as rúben dived into your clit, licking them like they were a gelato served on a plate, because you couldn’t take it anymore, yet rúben was incredible on his tongue work you didn’t want to miss it. “rúben, no, no, no,”
if you thought the sounds rúben was making earlier was disgusting, the sounds rúben was making now was downright dirty. his tongue went up and down along your clit, circling the bud for a while as he enjoyed your bodily reactions, even went to dip the tip of his tongue to your hole slightly before pulling out. and before you realised it, you were shaking and trembling as orgasm knocked on your door.
“oh fuuuuuuuck—”
you could feel your juices coming out so liquidly fast you would’ve been so embarrassed at it if it was any other sex for you, but it wasn’t and you were now limping out of energy. strikingly different to your boyfriend who you were sure could still hold up another dozen rounds of sex, indicated by the patient pace of him licking your cum and devouring it like the drink to his last supper.
he even still had the guts to suck your swollen clitoris like he wanted to bring you to another orgasm. you swore that tongue—oh fucking hell.
not the fingers coming into play now.
rúben inserted two of his fingers while his thumb supported his tongue, going up and down while his tongue went sideways against the clitoral hood and his other fingers stroked in and out of your insides. you swore you had never heard a raunchier sound than what your boyfriend was currently torturing you with, so wet it became so slick and smooth for his fingers to glide in and out.
“you taste so delicious, meu amor,” you could even feel his smile against the hot skin of yours. the audacity, you groaned inwardly. “give me one more.”
you were now on the edge of consciousness, you could feel it. especially with the way you were slowly but surely spurting in his palms. you really couldn’t to it anymore, for god’s sake.
so you cried in your scream while you were brought down to another earth-shattering high. fuck the bedpost if you succeeded in bending them. “red! red! red!”
gone immediately was your boyfriend from literally every inch of you. you could sense him pulling away from you, and as much as you hated him for pushing you over the edge—quite literally at that—you missed his warmth exuding from his giant body already. it was the only thing that kept you going during the excruciating moments that you just passed with not-so flying colours.
seconds later, you felt the bed dipped on the sides of your head, along with rúben’s hands—gone was the harsh touches too—freeing you from the restrains on your hands. you might have to ask how he could tie something so tight while untangling them so easy.
“I’m going to take off the blindfold now,” you could feel rúben rubbing off your wrists, kissing the insides of them that must’ve gone red by now because of your constant bodily protests against the material of his tie. “please stay with me, meu amor.”
the kisses went down from the insides of your wrists, to your arms, to your temple before it settled down on your lips. which had gotten swollen from his ruthless bites and your attempts to suppress your moans from getting too loud, you were sure of. you then felt his lips touched the sides of your cheeks, simultaneously with his hands cupping your face gently.
his thumb wiped the fresh tears escaping your shut pair of eyes as he whispered against your lips. “me perdõe, minha vida. I’ve pushed you too far.”
you couldn’t respond to his apology because you were still silently crying underneath the blindfold. not because you hated him for pushing you too far—his words, that is—but because you were so relieved it was over this time and you gained back your ever gentle, ever loving boyfriend back.
tonight was only a test from rúben of how far he could take you and how far you could trust him, and you wished to remain that way. tonight only, not more.
“please talk to me, baby,” you could feel him detaching one of his palms from your cheek, before feeling them stroking the top of your head and ended up on the back of your head, where the knot of the blindfold was. “please, I’m so sorry, my love.”
you could feel the material slipping off around your head but you were still gathering your composure and leftover energy before you could face your boyfriend without feeling ashamed. you initially wanted to show him how much you trust him, that your trust never wavered, but you failed. pretty badly at that. it felt like you were the one that was supposed to be apologising.
you could feel your throat getting dry from the endless intake of broken breaths and gasps and moans in between rúben’s relentless ministrations earlier, so you asked for a glass of water before you could embarrass yourself further by producing an ugly screeching noise. rúben immediately dashed for the kitchen, and you utilised the small space of privacy to adjust your eyes to the light dimming in the bedroom.
your earlier suspicion was confirmed—your wrists were very red, your breasts were swollen badly, your thighs were disgustingly wet. not to mention the blue-ish and purple spots trails everywhere from your collarbone to the insides of your thighs. you tried to sit up to see whatever more your boyfriend gifted your skin with, but your body ached everywhere. you could even swear the muscle on your abs were even tenser than the first time you did poundfit.
just as you plopped back your head back to the pillow, resigning from the reality that you wouldn’t be able to be out of bed for the remaining of the weekend, the culprit of all this came back with a glass of water and a mini basket of what you’d like to think as creams. hopefully one of them had the capability to soothe the tense muscles.
“I can’t move, rúben,” you chuckled, feeling ridiculous yourself, as you were handed the quench to your thirst. “please help me get up.”
your boyfriend visibly flinched at the implied information that he had, indeed, pushed you too much over the limit. so selfishly, like you weren’t someone so precious to him. but he collected himself in seconds, dropped everything else to the bedside table, before scooping you in his arms in bridal style as if you weighed nothing more than a stack of paper.
you took the chance to bury your nose on the crook of his neck, wondering how the hell his signature smell could still stay on despite being sweaty the past hours. it shouldn’t be fair, you thought, while your boyfriend sat down on the bed, leaning against the bedpost he tangled yourself to earlier, with you in his arms still.
by the looks of it, he didn’t have the desire to let go of you. he almost lost you in less than 15 minutes ago, mind you.
“are you comfortable now?” and you could only nod in your position, cradled like a fine china by your favourite giant. he took it as a sign to fetch back the glass of water he brought for you, guessing you must’ve been very perched from voicing your exasperations being held back. “what else do you need, baby? tell me.”
this time you shook your head as you downed the clear liquid, while rúben’s hands were both drawing circles on the top of your hip and on the side of your thigh respectively, in hope it could further relax you. he certainly wasn’t lying when he said the last words—he was on that level of sorry he would do anything for you this instant.
but he knew you weren’t one to jump into the water when given the opportunity. at least, materialistically.
“please stop saying sorry, big guy,” this time was your turn to hold the side of his face, directing them so you could see him eye to eye. “I want this too, remember?”
“but still—”
“okay then, you’re forgiven,” you said, but the widening smile on your face signalled him you had something else up in your sleeve. “but you have to carry me everywhere because I really think I can’t walk.”
and he truly stood by his words, for he carried you bridal style everywhere you wanted until the weekend ended. despite being embarrassed on some locations—your favourite baker down the block laughed at the sight when you told rúben you were craving for her sourdough—you weren’t complaining. you were confident that he’d always love you like this.
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it's us against the world
pairing: fem!reader x rúben dias
type: instagram a.u
summary: you're a renowned supermodel and has to deal with rumors and haters because rúben dias is your boyfriend. despite that, he'll never stop telling how much he cares about you.
notes: hey! this is my first instagram a.u with rúben, i hope you love it 🤍
warnings: fluff, cursing.
face claim: christina nadin
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yourinstagram 💋 @pradabeauty #pradabeautypartner
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user8 MOTHER
gigihadid wow 😍😍😍
britishvogue 💌
user2 that's it i'm speechless
fan5 I LOVE YOUUU
caradelevingne 🤍🤍🤍
sydneysweeney missing youuu
↳ yourusername me too 🥺
user2 you're back to ig 😭
fan7 rúben liked omfg
fan1 unbothered and gorgeous as always 😍
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rubendias addressed.
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fan6 OMG THE HAIR
user4 i'm not even a manchester city fan but damn........
eerlinghaaland finally 👏🏻🙏🏻
fan2 this should be illegal 🥵😭
fan9 not that model liking the pic 🙃
↳ user2 what about it? lmao
↳ fan9 he cheated on her but she's still with him
↳ fan1 stfu you don't know shit
yourinstagram 😮💨😙
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fan3 GIRL HAVE SOME SELF LOVE
fan5 what the hell is going on
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yourinstagram greece, you have my heart 🇬🇷💙
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sofiarichiegrainge are you even real? 😍
bellahadid a real life mermaid
haileybieber serving 🔥
inesdegenertomaz não há mais linda ❤️
↳ yourinstagram amei te ver 😭
rubendias 😮💨💙
↳ yourinstagram 🫶🏼🤭
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yourinstagram birthday dump 🤍
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rubendias ❤️❤️❤️
↳ yourinstagram te amo 🥺🩷
↳ rubendias hope you liked our date 😉🤪
fan6 OMG I CAN'T BREATH
fan7 does rúben’s comments has a double meaning? 😳
↳ user2 HAHAHAHA I’M LIVING FOR IT
mancity 🩵🩵
fan1 it's official 😭😭
johnstones 🥰
user7 rúben can you fight????
fan2 WHATTTT
fan3 if this is a dream pls don't wake me up 🥺
user1 it's so cute how she's still with him after the cheating scandal 🤍
↳ fan3 wtf is wrong with you? get a life
↳ fan7 you're just boring 🥱
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rubendias parabéns, meu amor. you're the best thing that ever happened to me and no one can never take this away from us. i love you. ❤️
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yourinstagram it's you and me against the world, forever. i love you, bebê! 🤍🥹
mancity love is in the air! 🩵
portugal muitos parabéns ✨
eerlinghaaland 😄❤️
johnstones finally 👏🏻
user2 she’s so beautiful 😫
bellahadid the most beautiful couple there is 🤎
bernardosilva felicidades 🥳
inesdegenertomaz 😍😍
fan2 HAVE BABIES ALREADY
fan9 i knew it!!!!!!
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Teasing For Two ⤷ Rúben Dias
genre: fluff
summary: you often spent the weekends at your brother’s house but this time it was different, as his best friend Rúben was also staying over. There has always been a spark between you and your brother's best friend but neither of you acted on it until now.
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note: hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it,, likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated <3
The clock struck 1 in the morning as you tossed and turned in bed. A quiet exasperated sigh escaped you whilst pulling the duvet back. Clearly, the whole sleeping thing was not working out so you dragged your feet downstairs, wearing only an oversized shirt and shorts. You searched for food in the fridge and kitchen cupboards, but there was only one thing that would be able to satisfy your late night cravings — chocolate chip cookies. And not just any old chocolate cookies but your ‘signature bake’ as your brother would put it. After several failed baking attempts in the past, you created your own recipe and since then, you never looked back.
As you knew the recipe from the top of your head, you preheated the oven and weighed the ingredients into separate bowls. Whilst stuffing some of the left-over chocolate chips in your mouth, you mixed together the butter and sugar, followed by the eggs and then the dry ingredients.
“Need some help?” a deep voice took you by surprise, causing you to drop the wooden spoon.
“Shit, Rúben! You scared me,” you whisper-yelled, bending down to pick up the spoon and throwing it in the sink to wash later.
“And you need to be a little quieter,” he whisper-yelled back, mockingly. You did think you were being quiet but obviously not.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—,” your eyes found Rúben standing at the bottom of the stairs. And that was when you properly looked at him, a lump forming in your throat.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of grey joggers hanging low on his hips. Despite the dim kitchen lighting, you were still able to see each and every one of his defined muscles from his arms to his abs. And when you noticed his messy hair, all you wanted to do was thread your hands through it.
“Like what you see?” Rúben asked, unable to resist a smirk.
“Huh, I wasn’t staring at you,” you denied too quickly, looking everywhere but at him. You hoped that the dimly-lit kitchen was enough to mask your now crimson coloured face from the embarrassment of being caught staring at him.
“What would you call that then?” he raised an eyebrow, trying to see what kind of excuse you were going to conjure up this time.
“I was… analysing you,” Nope, that definitely made it worse. This was all going downhill so fast; it was so unlike you to stumble over your words.
“You were analysing my body?” Rúben teased. You could just tell he was loving every second of this by the cockiness smeared all over his face.
“No, I was analysing how ugly you look,” you retorted, wincing at your reply as you crossed your arms. You could have at least told a more convincing lie.
“Is that so?” he chuckled amusedly, not believing a word that came out of your mouth, whilst finding this nervous side of you endearing.
“Uh-huh,” you spun round without giving him another chance to tease you, hoping he would leave it at that. Your attention was now focused back on the cookies, giving the ingredients a final mix to make sure they were all combined. Then, you started to roll the mixture into cookie dough balls.
“What are you making then?” Rúben’s voice was getting closer and closer.
“Chocolate chip cookies,” you managed to say as you felt Rúben stand behind you, his bare torso ever so slightly pressed against your back. Impulsively, you leaned into his touch as your body ached for more, feeling his body tense under your touch. At this rate, you'll be here until morning baking cookies.
“My favourite,” your breath hitched as you felt Rúben’s words against your neck.
“Since when do cookies fit into your footballer diet?” You turned around, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you were caught off-guard by the distance, or lack thereof, between the two of you.
“They don’t, but no-one needs to know,” he winked suggestively, and you could not help but think whether his words had a double meaning. You hated how Rúben was in control of the whole situation when normally you are the one teasing him.
“The only way you’ll be allowed any cookies is if you help,” clearing your throat, you tilted your head up to look at Rúben's face and not his shirtless torso you were currently standing very close to.
“I’ll do whatever you want, I’m all yours,” Rúben lifted his hand as he tenderly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes locking.
“Okay, now stop distracting me, I need to get these in the oven,” A blush crept onto your face under the heat of his gaze.
“How am I distracting you? I’m just having a conversation with you… unless you’re analysing my body again,” his mouth curved into a smile. You were never going to live that down.
“No!” you said a little too loud as you spun back around to continue rolling the dough.
Rúben moved to stand beside you, his back leaning against the countertop as he intently watched you roll the dough.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you muttered sarcastically, but nonetheless he takes his phone out, opens the camera and takes a candid photo of you in your element.
“Did you seriously— I didn’t actually mean it,” You explained incredulously after hearing the camera shutter sound from Rúben’s phone.
“I know,” he stared proudly at the photo on his phone, earning an eye roll from you.
“Make yourself useful and help me roll the cookie dough,” you plastered on a fake smile as you pushed the bowl of mixture a little to your right. The two of you rolled the dough in a comfortable silence, your hands often brushing whenever either of you took the dough from the bowl, each touch sending a fluttering sensation to your stomach.
“Am I doing this right?” it was impossible to resist a smile when you saw Rúben furrowing his brows, his forehead crinkling in concentration for such a simple thing.
“Yeah, that's perfect and then just put it on this tray,” you pushed the baking tray lined with greaseproof paper closer to Rúben.
When the tray was full of cookie dough, you slid it into the oven to bake for approximately 10-12 minutes. In the meantime, Rúben started to pile the dishes in the sink as you wiped the marble countertop of flour you spilled when measuring out the ingredients.
“Only the dishes left now,” after cleaning the last of the mess, you turned to face Rúben, whose eyes fell to the corner of your mouth.
“You have a little something on your face,” Rúben leans in, his thumb wiping chocolate off your face, which was most likely from those chocolate chips you were practically inhaling. When that was done, Rúben didn't move away. His thumb glided along your bottom lip as his gaze lingered on your lips and then darted to your eyes. You were unable to look away as a sense of longing and anticipation filled his eyes. The air around you thickened as you inhaled shakily, feeling your heart race before parting your lips slightly.
“Rúben, I…,” you leaned in closer until the gap was almost non-existent, “... I need to check on the cookies,” you teasingly whispered against his lips, a glint of mischief flashing in your eyes before casually walking towards the oven, pretending to be unfazed by the past few minutes.
Rúben bit his lip, shaking his head amusedly as he knew you were teasing him as payback for earlier. The cookies had barely been in the oven for 5 minutes so they definitely would not be done so soon.
Two can play that game, Rúben taking it as a challenge.
As you bent down to open the oven door, you subtly lifted up your shirt to make sure Rúben had a good view of your ass. If you knew that he would be spending the weekend here, you would have packed some sexy silk pyjamas, but you had to make do with what you had now. You 'inspected' the doneness of the cookies, standing in that position for a little longer than necessary.
"Nope, they still need some time," you shut the oven door and propped yourself on the countertop, a grin on your face.
"I know what we can do until then,'' Rúben walked towards you, standing between your legs as he mindlessly traced invisible patterns on your bare skin. A rush of pink stained your cheeks as your pulse quickened with each caress.
"Yeah?" You breathed, feeling his hands travel higher up your thighs. With each touch, your heart pounded louder and louder, to the point that you were convinced Rúben could hear it.
"Yeah," Rúben inched nearer to you, his lips dangerously close to yours as your noses gently brushed. The two of you waited for the other to make the move, but you were equally as stubborn, and Rúben knew that too. So instead, he tilted his head to the side, his breath hot against your ear when he softly said, "you can wash up and I'll watch."
"Or you can shut up and kiss me," Rúben’s head snapped back in your direction, his mouth agape as he blinked slowly, surprised at your blatant statement. You froze, eyes widening at the realisation of what you said.
"Did I just say that out loud?" Shit.
"You did," A smirk was playing on Rúben's lips, that smug smirk that vexed you beyond comparison.
Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Rúben's neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. He didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, a fleeting smile on his lips since he has finally felt your lips against his. Rúben’s hands swiftly travelled down to your waist, pulling your body closer. He needed to feel every inch of you. The kiss started off slow and gentle but grew more heated the longer you kissed. Reluctantly, you pull away, missing the warmth of the kiss almost instantly.
"That, uh, wasn't a kiss by the way," you mumbled breathlessly, "I was just getting rid of that stupid smirk," you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide the smile on your face.
"Just admit it Y/N, you like me," Rúben’s gaze locked with yours for a brief second.
"No, you admit it," your voice barely a whisper as you avoided eye contact. Your hands trail down to fidget with the chain that rested on Rúben’s collarbones, his muscles tensing under your fingertips caressing his chest.
"You already know how I feel about you,"
"I need to hear you say it," you found the courage to look into his eyes which glistened with nervousness.
"I like you Y/N, like a lot and I didn't say anything before because I didn't know how you felt about me but the more time I spend with you, the more I know you feel it too. So tell me, am I wrong to think that?"
"No," you breathed, shaking your head, still gazing deep into his eyes.
"So… you like me back?" hope tinged in Rúben’s voice.
"Yeah…” you started quietly, “but when you said you like me a lot, I like you a little less than a lot," Rúben narrowed his eyes in utter confusion, but when he finally understood what you said, he playfully rolled his eyes and kissed you.
"You should've just stopped at yeah," he chuckled against your lips. Conveniently, the oven timer started beeping, which meant the cookies were ready.
"Rúben, let go of me," you giggled as he peppered gentle kisses on your neck, "the cookies will burn or worse, my brother might wake up."
Rúben stopped in his tracks, freezing on the spot for a split second before throwing himself across the kitchen. He frantically searched for the oven gloves and took the cookies out, leaving them to cool. The smell of freshly baked cookies surrounding the kitchen as Rúben made his way back to you.
"There, cookies are out, now, where were we?"
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