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lovergiirlsblog · 1 year

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Heart pizza date night

In which Mason and Y/N make pizza together for dinner.

Warnings: none just fluff (domestic Mason)

This one is so rushed and short 😭 but I had to post since I’m finally unbanned. It would be great if you sent me your feedback xx

« Y/N! Honey I’m home » Mason dropped his training bag on the floor and put his keys on the counter. « Y/N! » he called again and walked to the kitchen where he found her, eyes focused on the screen before her while trying to follow the steps of making a pizza dough.

« Oh hello there chef! » he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She smiled when she heard his voice and turned to face him. « Hello love! Have you been home for so long ? » she hugged him without wrapping her flour covered hands around him. «Nope. I called out your name but apparently you were too focused to hear me. What are you making ? » she pointed at the ingredients and smiled. « I thought you’d come home late,so i wanted to surprise you with heart shaped pizza. » she kissed the tip of his nose « But since you’re home now. Come and help me with this mess » she put her index finger on the same place that she just kissed after handling Mason an apron. “Yes sir” he saluted.

After letting the dough rest for an hour she squeezed it in half and gave Mason his portion. The man started humming dramatic melodies and stated « May the competition of the best pizza begin! » He held out his hand for her to shake it and they both bowed. There’s one thing about Mason and Y/N: they always match each others’ energy , and it’s the reason behind their strong bond. They literally have the same childish and dramatic behaviour.Immediately Mason started copying Y/N’s actions and rolling the dough. He was clearly struggling to make it look perfect, tongue on the edge of his mouth,while Y/N was singing along with Mariah Carey on the background.She was too focused on rolling the edges to notice his struggle. The girl lifted her head to find a very stressed Mason still fighting with his dough. « I don’t know what’s wrong with mine! Yours looks so much better » She giggled and brushed the edges with milted butter.When she finished she shrugged her shoulders « I guess we know who the winner is from the start » . The guy next to her sighed and went back to his task. She glanced at him and his stress amused her « Oh relax darling you’re just flattening it too much. I can’t help you more. » He froze and gave her a confused look then added more flour « Okay I’m rolling it back up » he didn’t give her a second to stop him. The vue of him putting the dough back together made her gasp « Mason noo oh my god you can’t do that ! You just deactivated gluten dumbass! You know what ? Here let me help you. You just focus on football!» She took it from him and started rolling it again while he stood there watching her with guilt. « Here,now I will give you instructions for the sake of the competition » He grinned and squeezed her then rubbed his hands together « Thank you baby. I’m listening » she rolled her eyes and smiled «Okay first you need to pinch and pull the bottom of the circle to form a point. Good ! Now, take a finger to the top middle and push down toward the center. And finally roll the edges for extra crunch. » A proud smile formed on his lips as he followed her instructions perfectly “ We’re back into competition,baby”

They had the toppings set in front of them, Y/N added some sauce, a lot of cheese and pepperoni while Mason wanted his with crème fraîche and cheese. Then they put it in the oven.

« So how was your day ? » Y/N asked once they cuddled on the couch after cleaning the kitchen. « It was good we had fun at training. Have I told you that Chilly and Reece are back ? It feels good to have them back but they won’t be playing in the next few games» He smiled wholeheartedly,pulled her impossibly close and rested his head on her chest. She immediately started stroking his hair. « Yes you have baby. This is the 3rd time » she giggled and kissed his forehead. « I’m just so happy” he chuckled and buried his head in her neck “I can’t wait for the next game. I missed premier league’s matches.» The way that he starts acting like a kid when he gets excited made her heart melt and she wanted them to stay that close forever. « I will come and cheer for you then but you need to draw a heart shaped pizza as a celebration if you score» she pressed her lips on his temple and wrapped her free arm on his neck.

« Deal » he let out a laugh.

« Oh I think our pizzas are ready » She ran towards the kitchen after pushing Mason who followed her seconds later. She pulled the pizza out of the oven and grabbed her phone to take a picture. Mason added some fresh arugula and a ball of Burrata on top of his. Y/N on the other hand was staring admiringly at hers « Look at her. She’s perfect » she faked a cry and took another picture of the pizza. « Are you kidding me ? Mine is definitely the best » she looked at him up and down « Do you mean the one that could’ve been still a dough if I didn’t help you ? Yeah sure it is » He let out a gasp and covered his mouth with his hands « I did it myself you just showed me the way to do it but the creativity was all mine. Come on I’m starving let’s pick a movie » She rolled her eyes and followed him to the living room « Ungrateful ! »

They picked ”Little women” and grabbed their plates. Y/N focused on the TV and forgot about her food meanwhile Mason,who had zero patience,took his first bite and his face changed confusing the girl next to him. She waited for him to say something but he stayed silent and continued eating. « What’s wrong ? » he gave her a reassuring smile and shook his head « Oh nothing. It’s good » he swallowed hard . Y/N frowned her eyebrows, she wasn’t buying it so she took a bite of her own. Mason stopped eating and waited for her reaction. When she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, he put his plate down.« Oh my god Mason! How’s this good ? » she rushed towards the trash can and spited it out. Following her, he muttered shyly not wanting to her hurt her « It’s not that bad but it’s a bit … sweet » She scratched her head and murmured « I think ,um, i might have added sugar instead of salt ?» she looked down at her feet. Mason was trying so hard not to laugh but when she raised her head and their eyes met they both bursted into laughter « Why didn’t you tell me though ? » He put his plate in the sink after throwing the rest of his pizza in the bin and leaned on the counter. « You spent a lot of time making it and you made a lot of effort. It would be evil to tell you that. Plus it’s not a big deal it’s just pizza… sweet pizza » he chuckled.

« Aw my golden retriever is back » she hugged him tight burying her head in his chest « If I didn’t find out would you still eat it ? ». He looked down at her and caressed her cheek. « Of course. I mean I was gonna eat it if you didn’t start eating » His words made her feel bad. He soon noticed the pout on her lips and lifted her chin « Hey let’s look at the positive side, we had fun and now I can make heart shaped dough thanks to you » Mason wasn’t the judgemental type of partners, he would do anything in order to not make her feel guilty.She chuckled and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. « But unfortunately, I did find out so we need to order some pizza now »

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masejpg · 2 months

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𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 - 𝐑𝐋𝐂

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚..

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, just pure fluff

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my first, and hopefully not last, fic is here. i have been working on this for a few months now and finally got the inspo to finish it today. feedback is always appreciated ♡

just wanna say thank you to @yungbludz for being the most supportive and amazing friend, i love you so much ♡

You and Ruben had been friends for as long as you could remember, but it wasn't until your late teens that you became very close. you spent almost everyday together, you would even go with him to away games, and when you couldn't you would always facetime or text. he was always there for you whenever you needed it.

So when you were told that your new apartment had some minor issues that needed to be fixed before you could move in you panicked. You didn't know what to do and you knew there was no chance of you staying in your current apartment until the new one was fixed. With so much going on in your head you didn't hear the doorbell ring, it wasn't until you saw 5 messages and 2 missed calls on your phone from Ruben that you realised that he had been standing out in the cold for almost 10 minutes ringing the doorbell. You put on your soft cardigan and hurried downstairs, opening the door for him and letting him in.

”I am so sorry rubes, I didn't hear it.” you said as you quickly turned around and started to walk away from him, Hoping he hadn't noticed that something was bothering you but he did. He always did. You felt his hand on your wrist and with a firm grip he turned you around, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. Your favorite place to be, the only place where you felt safe and you wished you could stay like this forever but that was impossible so you just stood there daydreaming.

It wasn't until you felt two of his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up, that you noticed he had removed his right arm from your shoulder.

As Ruben tilted your chin up, you found yourself lost in his deep, comforting gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you were caught in the intensity of his eyes. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ruben's voice broke through your reverie, concern lacing his words.

You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts as you realized you'd been staring at him for longer than you intended. "Oh, it's nothing, just... the apartment stuff," you mumbled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Ruben's brows furrowed in understanding, and he squeezed your shoulder gently. "Don't worry about it, we'll figure it out together, okay?"

His reassurance was like a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of your worries. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks, Rubes. I don't know what I'd do without you."

His smile in return was like sunshine breaking through the clouds, lighting up the room and warming your heart. "You'll never have to find out," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a gesture so tender it stole your breath away.

In that moment, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you, begging to be released. You felt the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach, the realization dawning on you with startling clarity.

You were in love with your best friend.

But the fear of ruining what you had kept the words trapped behind the barrier of your lips, suffocating you with its silent agony. How could you risk everything for the chance of something more?

Yet as you stood there, caught in the warmth of Ruben's embrace, you couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that pulsed through your veins like a heartbeat.

You had to tell him.

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze with determination, steeling yourself for the leap of faith you were about to take. "Ruben, there's something I need to tell you..."

Before you could muster the courage to voice the words trembling on the tip of your tongue, Ruben's expression softened, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. And then, in a move that caught you completely off guard, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as anticipation crackled in the air between you, thick with unspoken desires and uncharted territory.

And then, in the next heartbeat, his lips met yours in a tender, electrifying kiss that stole your breath away. It was as if the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting.

For a moment, you were lost in the sweet ecstasy of his touch, the taste of him like a balm to your soul. Every nerve in your body tingled with newfound sensations, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each passing second.

But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. Ruben pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

"I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have done that," he murmured, his voice laced with regret.

Your heart sank at his words, the weight of unspoken confessions still lingering between you like an unspoken truth. But then, something inside you stirred with a newfound resolve, urging you to cast aside your fears and seize the moment before it slipped away.

"No, Ruben, don't be sorry," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. "Because... I love you."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of a thousand unsaid prayers. And then, in the silence that followed, something shifted, a spark igniting in Ruben's eyes as he met your gaze with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

"You... you love me?" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as tears of relief pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Yes, Ruben. I love you."

And then, without another word, he pulled you into his arms once more, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go. And in that moment, as the weight of unspoken fears and uncharted desires melted away, you knew that you had finally found where you belonged.

In each other's arms, where love had been waiting for you all along.

#.⋆ 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐮𝐬-𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.#ruben loftus cheek x reader #ruben loftus cheek fluff #ruben loftus cheek imagine #ruben loftus cheek imagines #ruben loftus cheek #football imagine #football fanfic #ruben loftus cheek fanfic #ruben loftus cheek one shot #ruben loftus cheek drabble #footballer imagine #footballer fanfic #footballer one shot

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brasiliangp · 1 month

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14.03.2024

#christian pulisic #ruben loftus cheek #ac milan #football #*gifs #theo hernandez #rafael leao

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sadyetpredictable · 6 months

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#mine #Ruben Loftus Cheek

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kachoobu · 5 months

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#ruben loftus cheek #ac milan #*mine

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footballandshit · 1 month

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#he's sooooo fine 😳#ruben loftus cheek #ac milan #*ice edits #ice.gifs

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itsfootballbih · 5 months

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Part 1

Love Island part 2

#10 new bombshells have dropped in the villa #ruben dias #john stones #sergi roberto #kylian mbappe #federico valverde #darwin núñez #ruben loftus cheek #dominik szoboszlai #moise kean #joao felix #love island

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mysimplymagix · 8 months

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puli & ruben <3

(totally not focusing on puli’s veins 🤤)

#christian pulisic #ruben loftus cheek #acmilan #even in training videos they’re looking so much more comfortable here <3 #his veins!!! christian please keep wearing this training shirt :)#my gif

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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Title: 4am Drunk Calls **

Lewis Hamilton x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Crude Language, Dirty Talk, Angst, NSFW, Phone Sex, Self-Pleasuring

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Reader and Lewis are broken up. On a hard night of partying her shield cracks and she drunk calls and let's some dirty filthy shit spill.

Note: Appearance of someone I have been meaning to start writing for since 2021 but never found the opening. Everyone say hello to the opening and the new addition to our lineup. LOL

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Slightly Interactive***

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"Sweet baby Jesus in a manger he looks good as fuck," you groaned out as you watched his latest story again and again.

You'd lost track of how many times you'd watched it, lost track of how long you'd sat there analyzing the 30 second clip of him doing pull ups from every angle. You did know that you'd started with a full to the brim glass of wine and now your glass was dryer than the Gobi.

Upon this close up of his back as he pulled up you let your finger rest on the screen pausing the video. You gawked at the bunched muscles there and let your tongue roam over your bottom lip. You remembered your fingers resting just atop his "still I rise" tattoo. They didn't anymore though. Taking your finger off, you let the video finish off then you went back to his page to drool over the photos he'd posted today. He was off on yet another luxurious trip enjoying his wealth and fruits of his hard labor.

On the 4th picture, you sighed. The setting sun loved him. The golden light bathed him like none other. You loved seeing him in the sunset, it was a major turn on for you that he always capitalized on when you were together. He laid in the sand with a wide smile and a hand shielding the sun. You wondered who'd taken the picture. Who was he with?

The thoughts toiled in your head until the discontent within you bubbled. Groaning, you threw your phone across the room then dropped onto your back.

"Jeez! You're on a roll to make it 4 phones this month," Nori, your personal assistant and friend said.

You rolled your eyes again.

"Then it shouldn't piss me off."

Nori snorted. "How did an inanimate object piss you off today?"

She approached you and as she did, she let out an amused scoff. Glancing at her, you saw her eyes on your screen.

"If you miss him so much call him."

"Fuck outta here, who misses him?!"

You said it more forcefully than you’d intended. Crossing your arms, you took up the keyboard for the entertainment system on your media room and proceeded to distract yourself.

"I'm sure he misses you too," Nori went on.

"Bullshit. You don't see he's on yet another island? Probably with some thirsty IG thot who is desperate for some attention and dick, and he is eating it up and dickin’ her down without a care in the world. Ass!”

Nori didn't answer for a few moments. "Or he's frontin’ as much as you are putting on a façade, so you think he's over you."

You glared at her. "Who's frontin? Who's putting on a facade? Fuck outta here I am so over him and his bullshit double standards. Him and his bullshit stubbornness. Him and his always gotta be right and refuse to fess up to being wrong. Him and his bossiness and always needing to have the upper hand in damn near everything. Fuck him!”

You could feel Nori's eyes on you. When you looked her eyes said it all.

"What?"

"Weren't those the reasons you fell in love with him?"

You sneered and looked back to the massive screen in front of the room. As your personal assistant for the last eight years, she’d seen you pre-Lewis, during Lewis and post Lewis. This meant she had the receipts to back up every single one of her on point accusations. It also meant she was right. You hated she was right. Nori sighed loudly.

"You two are so similar it’s ridiculous."

"I'm nothing like him. If someone I say I love expresses vulnerability about something I'm not going to hurt them and turn an already tumultuous exchange into a nightmare by bring aloof, distant and wishy-washy. Then turn around like the hurt one and play victim. I also wouldn't ever make the person I say I love have to constantly guess where I stand with them."

"Fair enough but Y/N that was you in the beginning of your relationship."

"Nori that was almost 2 years ago. You grow up. I thought we were deeper than that and turns out I was the fucking fool. I was the one who got played."

"But you know Lewis. You know how hard a real connection is for him. You understand him better than 90% of people. Y'all were the real thing, Nori pleaded.

You sank deeper into the cushions fighting the sting on your eyes.

"Bullshit. There was no connection."

Sighing, you flung the keyboard aside after deciding on some fantasy series that would no doubt take your mind off of things.

A few nights later, you capped your lipstick turn stood tall, assessing your outfit for the 3rd time. The short length of your moss green dress accentuated the gold and diamond thigh garter you wore while the deep plunge of the neckline showcased the jeweled breast harness. Both pieces of jewelry hugging you and amplifying your assets. It occurred to you then that you'd donned a style and color that you knew Lewis would like and you'd done it all unconsciously.

A mixture of annoyance and sadness filled you. It had been 3 months since you'd ended things. 3 months since your argument. 3 months since your feelings erupted like a volcano while his laid as tepid as tap water. 3 months since he'd let you walk out of his hotel room in Monaco without so much as a step to stop you. 3 months since your relationship tipped to the checkbox of "it’s complicated" and 3 months you still couldn't get him off your mind. The hopelessness of the situation only pissed you off more.

"Get a grip Y/N. He did this. You were 100. Fuck him. You're fine as fuck and any man would be lucky to have you. You don't need him!”

Your notification went off and you grabbed your phone and went to check what was happening. Once you opened IG you saw what it was. Lewis had posted again. He looked like he was in some club with his shades on and throwing up peace signs with his friends. Fuck he looked good.

"I sure want him though."

Again, you tossed your phone rolling your eyes.

By the time you and your friends rolled into the club it was well after midnight. You had a nice buzz going thanks to the few glasses of champagne you'd already had at home and on your way to the club. From the way the club was packed you guessed there was something else going on besides drinks, hot bodies and music.

You made your way to one of the VIP areas and posted up waiting to get bottle service.

"Please don't blackout tonight, Amdala pleaded into your ear.

You shot her a shocked look, "Moi? Non ma belle amie. Je n'ai jamais. Je vais être sur mon meilleur comportement. (Me? No, my beautiful friend. I have never. I am going to be on my best behavior.)

Her don't bullshit a bullshitter look was so on point you had to laugh.

"I'm being serious," she countered.

"Dala when have I ever been a sloppy drunk?"

She nodded and gave you the only response she could, "Never."

"Exactly."

"But you’ve always been with 44 so it was safe to say you kept the sloppy drunk away for his reputation. Now there’s no 44 in sight."

You sighed. Amdala was always pointing shit out in that blunt way of hers. You'd always suspected it was the French way to be so forward and while her words did have a bite most times you never took offense.

"It's not just his reputation I have to be careful with ya’ know. My mother would scalp my ass if I dragged her precious last name through the mud."

Amdala nodded fully understanding demanding mothers who were making names for them proving that not all billion-dollar net worth bosses wore trousers and ties, the best ones wore 8-inch stilettos, Dolce sunglasses and limited-edition Birkin. Your mothers were forces in their own right for decades, but their recent venture really catapulted them past anyone's reach. They'd teamed to revitalize and solidify F1's women's division. It was a move that many men objected to because like it's hard to helm a racing empire...right. Your mothers were proving they could rise to the occasion as well as stand tall longer than any badly aging man.

"Maman (Mama) still giving you grief over yours and Lewis' break up?"

You scoffed. Giving grief was an understatement. She was up in arms. She thought the world of Lewis and thought the two of you together spoke volumes and no one could dare come close. Sometimes you didn't know if she wanted you with him because of the PR heaven it afforded her or because he truly made you happy. Until he wasn't.

"She is still insisting I fix things."

"And will you?"

"I didn't break anything I need to fix."

Right on time, a waiter approached with your other friends and several bottles of expensive liquor, and you cheered, thanking them as they dropped them off. You quickly filled a glass needing to wash away the bad taste on your mouth from talking about the end of your 3-year relationship.

"To the single life and truly feeling," you toasted.

You, Amdala, Sade, Tanzie, and Chanel raised your glasses and cheered before knocking their drinks back. From then, the night passed in a blur of drinks, skin, and blinding lights. You drank, danced, and laughed like you had not one care in the world. You partied like you were in your prime and at your best and the whole time you felt like such a fraud. So, the only natural thing to do was drink some more to dull the feeling.

Out of nowhere from across the club you saw him, and everything stopped. He was sitting with his shades on surrounded by Miles, Daniel, and Andrew. His head was turned to your direction, but you had no way of knowing if he saw you too. The lights in the club didn't afford you many details of him but you knew from experience he was dressed to the nines in some high-end designer’s runway look that he put a spin on to call his own. You didn't doubt he looked good.

Your mind went back to all the times you'd spent together at fashion shows pointing out things you both liked then made a game of it to see who could gift the other first. You'd even spend hours at home trying on outfits just to show them off to each other and strip them right back off to worship each other’s bodies.

A pang of pain struck your heart and you quickly looked away. Grabbing the bottle before you, you took it to the head. You were still too sober for this. Peeking back over you saw a pretty and thin mahogany-skinned woman slip onto his lap. She laced her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. Kill Bill alarms went off and you had to fight every urge to storm over there and mark your property. The longer she lingered in his lap the truth spoke. A putrid acrid taste washed over your tastebuds and though it was a taste you’d experienced so infrequently; you knew what it was. Jealousy.

You were under no illusions that he'd been pining for you or celibate since you'd ended things. Yeah, he was in the middle of the season, but he wasn't a monk. He liked sex and it was something he did well. Why wouldn't he partake now that he could with anyone he wanted. You regretted that you hadn’t found a stallion to make you forget him yet.

"If it isn't Y/N in the flesh and in the club without her chaperone."

You looked up to the body standing in the lights glare making it impossible to make out their face. Squinting, you angled your head and smiled when you recognized Ruben’s face. Scoffing, you leaned back and crossed your legs.

"Ha, if it isn't Ruben Loftus-Cheek without his harem."

He scoffed and shook his head. "Still a cheeky one I see."

"Aww love that ain't ever gonna change. Can you handle it now?"

Ruben looked you over as if he were really contemplating it. A few months ago, fresh off your breakup with Lewis he was there, and you'd had a nice night of flirting and canoodling until his, according to her, girlfriend pulled up causing a scene.

"How's the girlfriend?"

Ruben sat beside you bouncing his large soccer star knee against your thigh. You were sure it a move purposely done.

"I told you; she wasn’t my girlfriend then and she isn't now. We'd broken up weeks before."

You nodded and drank from the bottle again.

"I really wish men would double check their statuses before approaching other women."

"No need to double check when the words were exchanged. No need to stay somewhere you're not happy. Right?"

You studied him. Though you'd kept your breakup relatively low, it had broken news, so it wasn’t farfetched to believe Ruben knew you were single right now.

"I suppose."

"So I get this off my chest now, he was an absolute fool to let you go. I never would have."

His brown eyes were hypnotizing, and he knew it.

"You know what they say, one man's trash."

Ruben took your hand and lowered his lips to your knuckles, "You'll be my treasure."

Damn did he spit some sexy game. Biting your bottom lip, you said fuck it. You lifted the champagne bottle to Ruben's lips then poured some into his mouth. As he tipped his head back to swallow you took a glance across the way and sure enough Lewis was watching with his shades lowered. An evil smirk split your face and you made a vow he'd regret being so cold with you by the time the night was done.

Bottle after bottle popped and hour after hour Ruben remained by your side chatting and flirting up a storm. You wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good having the attention of someone who showed they wanted you. The difference with Ruben and Lewis was that Lewis was mainly private and liked to stay away from public declarations and or outward expressions of emotion unless you were alone. You chalked it up to him being so reserved and deeply emotional underneath everything and never pushed for him to change. You loved him the way he was. Ruben showed off the object of his affection. His motto was I work hard so I can love just as hard. Whenever you were with him you had no doubt he was feeling you. It was addicting.

In the middle of a sensual Latin dance, Ruben pulled your chin to him sealing your lips together. Your first reaction was to pull way because it felt so foreign to kiss anyone but Lewis, but you didn't. You allowed him to kiss you, teasing your lips with his and getting familiar with them. He pulled you closer, flush against his body and you felt every lean and powerful muscle that a premier player from an FC molded daily. A soft moan escaped you and Ruben responded by placing his hand at the small of your back. The kiss continued and before long you were lacing your fingers behind his neck. Every sensation was new, his lips, his taste, the way he held you against him and the feelings bubbling in your stomach. It felt different and entirely wrong.

Before you made the move to pull away, you were being pulled away first.

"Look at the time. Gotta go!”

Amdala bit held firmly to your arm and continued pulling you away while Ruben pleaded with you to exchange numbers or continue the night together. Amdala was not hearing it though, she didn't stop or entertain his suggestions she gathered all your friends and made for the exit.

"What the fuck, Y/N! So much for not being a sloppy drunk."

You groaned.

"Did you see Lewis?"

"Yes, and he saw you and I'm sure several people saw you and him and that show."

"He doesn't care. He didn't stop me."

That realization said you were definitely done. When you got home you showered needing to wash away the remnants if the night. As you rinsed off your skin and applied your overnight hair mask your thoughts drifted to the many times Lewis had done this for you. He loved pampering you making you feel like relaxed. Perhaps it came from the years of him needing the same. He was a great provider. One day he may even make a good father.

Without even realizing it your hand had dropped to your breast and you were now tweaking your nipples. Just like that the memory played of the last time he'd showered with you. It was a memory for the books, a shower that did not accomplish its goal. You both ended up as dirty at the end as you were in the beginning.

Your hand swung out and smacked the wall as your fingers swirled around your aching bud. A shiver rushed through you, and it took great effort to pull yourself together. Groaning, you angrily grabbed your towel and wrapped your body. On your way out you grabbed the waiting bottle of rum on the sink counter. Once in your bedroom, you opted out of completing your nighttime routine. Instead, you sunk into the 5000 thread count blankets that decorated the ultra-luxurious bed you’d had custom made to your sleeping style and preference. Whenever you left for trips, you hated leaving it because it meant every night's sleep would be restless.

You lodged yourself against the headboard, then brought the bottle to your lips once more.

"Mmm."

The silence in the house was deafening. Grabbing your phone, you went over to Twitter to snoop. After seeing a dark and blurry picture, that you knew was of yourself, sitting with Ruben having him whispering in your ear you followed a trail of other pieces of footage and tons of speculation.

"Y/N seems to have moved past F1 and has her eyes on Premier League now. Is that a step up or backward?"

"Bruh, if it ain't Lewis its backward. L for her."

"Let’s talks about how Lewis could dare let her go. She's been showing out for the last few months and even I see what he’s missing. L for Lewis."

"I saw him in a club a few weeks ago and he definitely doesn’t look like he is sleeping well or eating well. Regrets hit you hard."

"They just needa get back together. Can you imagine the babies? 🥺"

"He can do better. He's Sir Lewis Hamilton. She can go on."

"Ruben Loftus-Cheek is a snaaaack. Bout time he was with a black woman. They cute together."

"See---no way I’m gonna be with a man who has only ever dated white women. It means I’m an experiment and not a preference. Hard pass."

"Ruben ain’t got shit on Lewis. She needa cut the playing and go on home to that man. Ain’t no substitute for number 1 which is number 44."

You caught view of how many people retweeted and liked it and down the list you saw a familiar handle. Springing up, your eyes bugged.

"@LewisHamilton"

You quirked your brow then shook your head in disbelief. Scoffing, you went down the hole and found other shady tweets he’d liked or retweeted like he was some incognito user. This was definitely not in character.

15 minutes later, you were done with the rum and done with inhibitions. You found your phone and without needing to look you dialed him. It rang once, that's it. Once.

"Little bunny."

Your belly flipped hearing his nickname for you. It always flipped, every single time.

"Still remember that name?"

"That name still has an effect?"

Arrogant ass, you thought.

"We both know it never affected me as much as you. We both know whenever it came out your mouth you were hard seconds later."

"Oh is that what you’re doing tonight? Sitting in that big comfy bed that is an exact replica of mine...sorry ours, thinking about me hard?"

"I think we both know who is thinking about who tonight sir likes a lot," you replied in reference to his liking spree. You knew he’d catch on.

A soft chuckle was your answer.

"Yeah I thought so. I know you think of me. You think of my skin just reminiscing about how silky it feels against yours, under your fingers, how good it always smells, coconut, rose, and brown sugar. My lips, you drive yourself crazy thinking about how sweet they are, better than any wine. How they always bring you to your knees with the slightest lick, bite, touch. Then there’s my eyes and how hypnotizing they always were to seduce you in just seconds. My hands and how magical they were. I know you want me, Lewis. I know it as certain as I know no one but me will ever do for you. I’ve—ruined—you."

The alcohol in your system was churning and really pushing you tonight.

"And what about you little bunny? Do you think of me?"

You literally bite your tongue for a few seconds hoping to stop yourself from answering truthfully.

"Come on little bunny, you can tell me."

"i think about your mouth a lot. I think about how you could never get enough of my pussy. I think about how you feasted on me for hours and still couldn’t get enough. I think about your thick fingers, God you had magic fingers. I miss you eating my pussy as you fucked me with those fingers before you gave me that beautiful, beautiful dick. Fuck, when you got into dom mode...nothing could compare. Uuugh, this pussy misses you as much as that dick misses me."

When you took a beat, you realized your fingers were fast at work on a mission to get you off. The stretch if silence allowed you to hear the squelching echo around you. You were so wet, and you didn’t care if he heard. You wanted him to. This was the game after all. Lewis released a shudder, and you knew just what he was doing. A devilish smirk stretched across your face.

"You miss this cock down your throat?"

Your smile widened, you had him and he knew it too.

"You know I do. My favorite thing to do is choke on it. Nothing better than not being able to breathe cause my throat is full of you. I love when you fuck my throat ‘till I can’t speak the next day then do it again like it’s my only remedy. Mmmm."

Your fingers swirled faster and faster. You were so close. Lewis groaned in your ear and the deep baritone took you to another level of ecstasy. It was almost like he was right behind you and your fingers were his.

"Tell me you want me, king."

Silence. It stretched for so long you didn’t think he'd answer. Then after a minute or so, his voice ran through you in a reply that had the effect of a cock thrusting into you.

"I want you little bunny. I want you so fucking much it hurts."

The tension in his voice was so clear, it made it so tight, as if he were clenching his jaw through the entire sentence.

“Let me hear how much you want me little bunny.”

You shuddered again and let his voice do everything it has always done—take you away. You let out a moan that stretched so long you could feel the oxygen depleting from your lungs. You didn’t feel like you needed it though, it felt like all your body needed was him. You took a loud gulp of air as a shiver ran down your spine and curled in your gut. It was the telltale sign you were tipping the edge.

“You wish this pussy was in front of you right now, don’t you? Wish you could bury your face between my legs.”

Lewis grunted again then cursed on the next breath. You dipped two of your fingers inside your heat and hissed out, half in elation and half frustration. You wanted them to be his fingers.

“This pussy is as tight as ever.”

“Fuck,” Lewis grumbled, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface.

You couldn’t help bit giggle. The power you felt was intoxicating.

“That tight pussy always fit you like a glove. God!”

A whimper escaped you, then a mewl and when your fingers sped and dipped deeper than before his name slipped out.

“Oh, little bunny, you will forever be the death of me. Do you understand how weak you make me, how utterly—open you have me all the time?”

“Prove it. Cum with me king. I’m so fucking close and I’m not waiting.”

With every plunge of your fingers, you crept closer and closer to complete combustion. Your shared panting and moans of pleasure was all that was uttered between you, both only focused on release. You sensed it was a release that both of you desperately needed, a release you both yearned for and hadn’t found since your last night together before everything went to hell.

“Y/N,” Lewis grunted at the same time you screeched his name both of you finally getting sucked into the forcefield of pleasure that had only one goal—to cripple both of you.

The wave your rode took complete control sending your body into convulsions and making it next to impossible to catch a full breath. The intensity of your orgasm made your toes curl, eyes roll back in your head and your fingers involuntarily throwing up gang signs. Ever so slowly your body returned to the plush blankets covering your bed. Your skin was sensitive as was every part of your body.

You could feel all the alcohol you’d had creeping up on you. Your exhaustion was becoming too much to stave off. As your breathing settled and you snuggled into the mattress you finally felt complete calm, complete satiation. A soft sigh fell from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

“I miss you Y/N, I miss you more than you know. So much I’m--incomplete.”

His voice was so low compared to the pounding of your heart in your ears. It was so low, you almost missed it. Almost. Your eyes opened again, and you gazed into your ceiling. He sounded just as he’d admitted—open. He sounded completely unlike how he had three months ago. Your throat tightened with the knot of emotion you knew came before your tears and you clenched your jaw. No, you wouldn’t let him do this again. The hurt was too deep this time.

“And yet, you chose to break my heart and let me go. Goodbye, Lewis. Thanks for the orgasm.”

You ended the call and laid ever so still in the darkness of your room until your exhaustion won and took you to a place of dreams and fantasies. It was enough for tonight.

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