— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)
CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble
PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader
NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕
NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!
“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]
You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.
“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”
You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.
“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.
“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.
He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.
“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.
As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.
You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.
“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”
CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!
“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.
He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.
You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.
“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”
As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”
“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.
You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”
“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.
“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.
Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”
“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.
“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.
“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.
“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”
JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!
“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.
“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.
“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.
As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.
You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”
You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”
“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.
“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.
Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.
As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”
You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.
As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.
“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.
“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you
“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”
“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”
LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!
“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.
You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.
Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.
“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.
As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”
“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.
You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.
He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.
“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress
“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.
“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.
“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.
“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.
The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”
NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍
summary: your boyfriend is playing in the world cup but your own career conflicts with his games. he thinks it's an issue of commitment but little does he know, with the help of one of his teammates, you'll be there in time for the final
requested: yes, by @thehappygrungelife
⚠️: none, bland ending ? help
pairing: lionel x shy!supermodel! reader
authors note: in this, reader is a supermodel so uber busy and uber famous. her and leo are dating but aren't exactly public
the end is like fluff in the sickening sweet way i do it LOLL
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It was a late night at your place. All the curtains were drawn in your Parisian apartment and the lights were on the lowest setting. You were on the sofa with your boyfriend, your head on his shoulder while you both scrolled mindlessly on your phones. With a sigh and looked up and saw his packed bags by the door.
The constant reminder that this was the last time you’d be together until the tournament ended.
Frowning, your eyes remained on the packed bags causing Lionel to look up. "What's wrong bebé?"
“Just gonna miss you when you leave." you replied.
He smirked. "Easy solution. Come with me."
You pursed your lips and gave him a matter of fact look. "You know I can't, I have fittings and castings all throughout January."
Lionel sighed. "Yeah well it'd be nice to have you watch me. You know, help make our relationship public."
A nervous laugh escaped your throat. Aside from being who you were and the career you had, your personal life was completely private. No one knew much about you or your relationships and you liked it that way. You weren't comfortable enough like Lionel to have the media and fans know every single thing about you so when the two of you began dating, he had agreed to keep the entire thing under wraps.
He saw the indecision on your face and nodded. "You don't want to."
"It's not that." you weakly smiled. "I'm just private."
"Too private to let everyone know that you’re in a relationship?”
You said nothing, running a hand through your hair. This was not the argument you wanted to deal with before his departure.
"We've been dating for a year and a half and you still dont want to go public?" he continued.
"Leo-"
He shook his head. "Are you concerned about what the media will say? Are you embarrassed?"
Your face scrunched up in confusion. "What? Get real.”
"I mean, we never go anywhere together. And if we are in the same place, you never acknowledge me in public and you refuse to even admit we're even a couple until we're in the privacy of your own place! Not even mine."
"Okay." You pushed yourself off of the couch. "This is not an argument worth having so I'll see you in bed."
Leo rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Y/n, stop. Come here."
"I'm tired, I've been working all day. I'll be in my room."
You didn't even bother looking back at him as you walked straight to your room. Being as petty as you were, you took an insane amount of time getting yourself ready for bed. Lionel was already in your bed before you even finished and said nothing as he watched you make multiple trips back and forth from your room to the bathroom.
When you finally finished, you shuffled to your bed where he waited, his hands folded behind his head.
"Nice pajamas." he smiled.
Looking down, you pulled the hem of one of his training tops that you paired with one of his pants.
"Thank you. A special man gave them to me." you joked, getting into bed beside him.
Once you were comfortable enough, you reached over him to turn off the lamp and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Night."
"Dulces suenos mi amor." he whispered. (sweet dreams my love)
You smiled at the endearing words and laid against him with closed eyes, falling asleep.
The night went by and in the morning, you awoke to an empty bed. Confused, you sat up and yawned as you glanced around the room.
Did he leave? He wouldn’t really leave without saying bye?
“Leo?” you croaked, your morning voice raspy.
No response.
With a groan, you forced yourself out of bed and to your bathroom, giving yourself a few minutes to freshen up. When you finished, you shuffled out of bathroom and passed though your room, making a direct path to your kitchen.
On your way there, you glanced at the door and frowned at the empty space where your boyfriends bags were placed not even ten hours ago.
Letting out a breath you moved around the kitchen, preparing an easy breakfast until the sound of your front door slammed shut.
“Hey. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” Leo said, a bit out of breath.
You turned around and smiled. “That would’ve sucked."
He chuckled and rested his hands on your waist. "Don't miss me too much. I'll be back home before you know it."
"No, you won't. You have a cup to win."
Leo pressed a short kiss against your lips. "I love you."
"Love you too. Call me when you can."
"I will."
The distant sound of a car honking from outside caused him to groan.
Sighing, you gave him one last kiss. "Go. Make me proud."
He said nothing more, squeezing your waist before turning on his heel. You remained against the counter and waited to hear the front door click shut.
You were honestly disappointed that you wouldn't be there for his games, seeing that your job was incredibly demanding. Even if you tried, every ticket for the games was sold and every hotel was booked. There was no way around it. Unless you got some help.
Abandoning your breakfast, you went looking for your phone, thinking of the person you’d call.
It didn't take long to find since you left it on your sofa. Grabbing it, you unlocked and swiped through your contacts until you found the person you were looking for.
You found the name of your boyfriends teammate and closet friend and clicked, waiting for it to ring.
It only took a moment for it to ring until he picked up.
"Hola Y/n! Como estas?"
You blanked and went back to your high school Spanish and smiled. "Bien! Look, I need a favor."
"For my best friends girlfriend? Anything."
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You waited as the phone rang on speakerphone, blowing on your wet nails.
"Bebé?"
Shooting up, you grabbed your phone, briefly forgetting about your nails.
"Congratulations! You did amazing!"
He laughed on the other end of the line. Argentina had just beaten Croatia 3-1, Lionel scoring once and Julian scoring twice.
"That goal was for you."
You laughed to yourself and stuck out your free hand to examine the dark red you chose for the winter. "It was very impressive. I followed the whole thing live."
"You know what would be even more impressive?” he asked.
"Hm?"
"If you actually came to a game and watched me. You know, so you don't have to worry about the livestream buffing or anything."
You lightly sighed. "Leo.."
He huffed. "It was just a suggestion. You know, kind of solidifying-"
"Yes, our relationship.” you interrupted. “We've been over this."
"Yeah but it's like you're scared."
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "I'm not scared, I just.. I'm not ready."
You couldn't see but your boyfriend on the other end of the line, all the way in Qatar had his hand through his hair as he paced around the locker room, obviously annoyed.
"It was only a suggestion. And what do mean ‘not ready?’ What are you not ready for, what are you scared of?”
The end went silent and you gave yourself a second before smiling to yourself. "Goodnight honey. And congratulations, once again."
Lionel dragged his free hand down his face with a sigh. "Carino,"
"Goodnight." you repeated, adding extra emphasis on the word.
You heard him sigh and before he could mutter an apology, you spoke up. "Love you."
"Love you too."
Hanging up, you tossed your phone aside, glancing at your packed bags by the door.
Little did he know, in just a few hours, you'd be on a plane to Qatar, just to see him play the final.
No one knew except for Ángel, a close friend of Leo's and yours. He helped you with everything, a place to stay for your brief stint in Qatar along with good seating.
You were excited. A little bit nervous, but excited nonetheless.
-
The minute you entered the stadium, you only needed to flash a badge and you were almost immediately escorted to the seats where the players' family and friends were. It was crowded seeing that you got there near the end of the first half and it was 2-0. Leo put it in the net at at the twenty-third minute and Ángel scored at the thirty-sixth minute, a moment you enjoyed watching on the way to the stadium.
You thanked the man who escorted you to the proper row and saw one open seat. Next to his mother.
Smiling, you excused the people you had to pass in front of and sat down beside her.
Celia tore her eyes from the match for a second to see who sat beside her and when she did, her hands flew to her face.
“¡Mi niña hermosa! You came!” (my beautiful girl)
“I did!” you exclaimed, pulling her into a side hug.
The woman shifted in her seat to face you and pulled you away with a large smile. “Does he know you’re here?”
With a shake of your head, you held her arm tightly. “No, it’s a surprise! I’m gonna see him after the match.”
Celia pulled a hand away from you and rested it on her chest. “He’s gonna love this. You know he’s crazy in love with you, right?”
You laughed to yourself, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah?”
The older woman’s smile never left her face and she nodded, turning her focus back to the game. “Wouldn’t be surprised if I saw a ring on your finger.”
“Aha.”
She winked and you couldn’t stop smiling at her words as you turned to the pitch, mulling over her words.
-
The minute the whistle for half time blew, it was like the entire crowd was on needles.
So far, Argentina was the one with points on the board and to you, this looked like an easy sweep.
In the wait, you headed to the restroom and when you returned, you chatted with your boyfriends family who were all incredibly happy to see you.
While you were chatting and catching up with his family, Leo on the other hand was a mess in the dressing room.
After he gave a pep talk to the team, he went to his respective spot and sulked. No one seemed to notice except for Ángel.
Hermano mío, ¿qué pasa?” the man asked (my brother what’s wrong?)
Lionel sighed. “Ella no es,” he paused for a minute before shrugging in defeat. “Ella no está aquí.” (she’s not- she’s not here)
Ángel turned his teammate around. “¿Está seguro?” (are you sure?)
Leo nodded. “Sí. No pude verla cuando salimos del campo.” (yes. i couldn’t see her when we left the pitch)
His friend said nothing. There was no way you didn’t show. Ángel had just texted you before the game to make sure you were coming and you confirmed. Hell, you even sent a ridiculous selfie of you at the airport in Qatar giving a thumbs up.
Lionel frowned at his friends silence and rolled his eyes. “Lo que sea. No importa. Tenemos un juego que ganar.” (whatever. it doesn’t matter. we have a game to win)
His friend said nothing and nodded and the team manager whistled.
“¡Vamos! ¡Vamos por la copa!” (let’s go! let’s go get the cup)
Cheers erupted from the group of men as they all clapped each others shoulders and passed words of encouragement as they filed out of the dressing room.
The two teams walked onto the pitch and the whistle blew, signaling the start of the second half.
The second half of the game was nearly a heart attack waiting to happen. It was nearly deadlocked the entire time and it felt like every sudden move was a make or break.
You watched with focused eyes as the players on the field moved back and forth. Whistles were blown, obvious insults were traded and the players seemed agitated and on edge, especially the ones who played for France.
At the eightieth minute, Kylian Mbappe, one of your husbands club teammates found the net. You groaned and you were even more surprised when he netted the ball not even a minute later.
The game soon went into overtime and you were nearly silent the entire time, not uttering a word to anyone, just focused on the game, praying for a good outcome.
It was at the one hundredth and eighth minute Lionel finds the ball and puts it in the net. Screaming, you stood to your feet and hugging his mother who also standing.
The two of you cheered and jumped around in pure joy.
As the game went on, substitutions happened and yellow cards were given. It wasn’t until later when the scored was equalized again, thanks to Kylian.
Your eyes found your boyfriend who looked on edge. It wasn’t like him and you watched as his jaw clenched before sighing. You just knew going back to club football wasn’t going to be a walk in the park with those two.
The extra time runs out and the game soon goes to penalties and you were literally on the edge of your seat, your body shaking with anticipation.
France took the first kick, Kylian bringing it home.
Argentina was next and you barely cheered as Lionel made the shot. You were too focused.
France’s Conan missed and Dybala scored for Argentina. Tchouaméni misses for France and Argentina’s Paredes scored.
You took a deep breath and exhaled as you eyes Muani take Frances’ fourth penalty. It’s almost silent as he preps to take the shot and when he does, the ball goes in.
A mix of cheers and groans erupt all around the stadium and your heart pounds even faster. Celia grabs your hand tightly and you glance at her. She glances back before focusing back on the pitch.
You let out a low whistle and watch in anticipation as the Gonzalo Montiel prepares himself for the pitch. It’s like everyone’s on pins and Celia grips your hand even tighter, causing you to wince.
Montiel lets out a breath before taking the shot. You held your breath as you watched and it was like everything was moving in slow motion. When the ball hit the net, the blood rushed to you ears as you let out a scream that was immediately drowned out by everyone else in the stadium.
Celia stands to her feet, picking you up with her as she hugs you tight, her face wet with tears. You hug her back and to your own surprise, you’re crying as well.
After minutes in each others arms, Celia pulls away from you and rests her hands on your cheeks, shaking your face with excitement before letting go and turning to her husband.
His other family members around you embrace you tightly and when they release you, you’re watching the man you love on his knees with tears in his eyes, a smile never leaving his face.
Your thoughts circle back to his mothers words to you and you smile to yourself until Celia grabs your hands.
“¡Vamos a verlo!” she exclaims, dragging out of the row and down to the pitch. (let’s go see him)
You nod and let the older woman lead you down as you take in the energy and reactions of the crowd.
Almost everyone sporting some sort of Argentinean merch are either crying or screaming with joy. The entire way to the pitch was blur and when you felt the grass underneath your shoes, you sighed and took it all in.
“Do you want to see him now or do you want to keep it a surprise?”
You glanced at her with a smile. “You go first. Go congratulate your son.”
Her face softened and squeezed your hand before running to her son. You watched as she grabbed his arm and he turned around in shock.
The man smiled and wrapped his arms around his mother, making your heart melt. Celia pulls her sons head down as he walks her away from the commotion on the pitch.
You shove your hands in your pocket and watch as he suddenly straightens. He cocks his head and points to the ground, saying something to his mom. She nods and he begins to look around frantically.
“Leo!” you call out.
He immediately recognizes your voice and turns around, seeking for you.
Taking a few steps his way, you pull your hands out of your pocket and cup them around your mouth. “Lionel!”
His eyes continued to search until his mother turns him around in your direction.
When he turned and saw you steps away, his eyes widened. Looking at his mother, he looks your way again, earning a nudge from the older woman.
“Go.” she nodded with a warm smile.
He says nothing and smiles, letting go of his mother. He began to walk to you, slowly at first before breaking into a full spirit towards you.
Naturally, many cameras followed him and documented the sight of him quite literally jumping into your arms.
You stumbled back and wrapped your arms tightly around him before he fell to his knees, consequently bringing you down with him.
With the both of you kneeling in the grass, Leo slightly shook in your arms, his emotions taking over him all at once.
“I can’t believe it,” he sobbed. “you actually came.”
You nodded and held him tighter. “Yes honey, I’m here.”
He said nothing and continued to cry in your arms, bringing forth a multitude of cameras. Normally you would’ve told them to go away but this was too precious of a moment to let a few cameras ruin.
Pulling away from him, you cupped his face and brought him close, your forehead touching his.
“Congratulations. You played fucking amazing.” you whispered with a smile.
Lionel smiled, mumbling a thank you before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. "How'd you get here- the seats, my mom-"
"I had some help."
He shook his head with a laugh. "From who?"
"Your friend. Your hermano." you teased.
Turning to look for his friend, you both were caught by surprise by a camera being shoved in both of your faces along with a microphone and an all too eager reporter.
"Lionel Messi, World Cup winner!" he grinned. "First, let me extend my congratulations."
Leo nodded. "Thank you."
"Of course! And you, Y/n L/n, famous model, queen of the runway. What brings you here and if you don't mind, what is Lionel Messi, the new World Cup winner to you?"
You and Leo shared a look before he stood to his feet and helping you up. Once you both were standing side by side, you rested a hand on his chest.
"This man here is the love of my life. My boyfriend."
Lionel's eyes widened and he glanced at you, his eyes dampening once more.
By now, more cameras were surrounding you and the original reporter looked incredibly pleased. "That's some news! For how long?"
You lightly nudged your boyfriends who answered the question. "A little more than a year, next month makes two years."
"So are we expecting a ring soon?" one reporter asked.
A chorus of mumbles erupted around the two of you, causing you to shyly turn into your boyfriends chest with a laugh. Lionel caught on and chuckled, walking the two of you away from the cluster of reporters.
"So this makes us official?" he joked.
You rolled your eyes and pulled him close for a kiss. "Go get your award."
He glanced over his shoulder to see the platform being set and turned back to you with a grin.
"Again," you spoke up. "congratulations."
"Lo hice por ti." he whispered with a teary smile. (i did it for you)
You mulled over his words and slightly shook your head. "Get up there."
Kissing your check, he gave your hand one last squeeze before jogging over to his teammates.
You stood there watching him with receive hugs from his mates with the biggest smile on your face, paying no mind to the few cameras catching your smile as you watched.
After the ceremony, Leo brought the trophy to you and you shook your head.
"No, Leo, don't." you warned.
He held it out to you. "Just for the pictures carino."
You glanced around. "No, it's a family thing, I can't."
Your boyfriend scoffed and lightly pushed the coveted cup in your hands and smiled. You smiled as well and after a few flashes you gave it back to him but of course, photo ops were never finshed.
He led you around the pitch, stopping for photos and interviews all with his arm around you.
He managed to get the pair of you away from everything and the two of you made your rounds, walking around the pitch..
"Te amo mucho." he said, kissing your cheek. "Mas que cualquier otra cosa en el mundo." (i love you so much. more than anything else in the world)
The sweet words made you grin and you squeezed his hand.
"Te amo." you replied.
He laughed at the way the words came out of your mouth. Even with almost two years of being together, your Spanish was awful.
"Expect a ring in your future soon."
You stopped and your mouth dropped. "Leo."
He stopped beside you and nodded. "Serious."
With a scoff, you continued walking. He walked up beside you and held your hand, fingers intertwining with yours.
"You're funny." you said with a laugh.
He chuckled and said nothing, keeping tight lipped about the ring he already showed his mother just days before.
The two of you continued to walk hand in hand, in silence and peace until it was time to go back to the hotel.
Once inside, he helped you move your stuff to his room which was only doors down, thanks to Ángel. The two of you showered together and once you were in bed, you quickly fell asleep but he couldn't.
Lionel was over the moon. His life was everything he ever dreamed of. He finally won the one thing in his career that really mattered and all with the love of his life watching. He couldn’t even close his eyes as he laid back with a silly smile on his face.
MEETING THE MESSI FAMILY (JOE BURROW x MESSI! READER)
The Vogue World show ended and Luisa Messi breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't take it anymore, as she faced a crazy marathon in the last few weeks of traveling for work, from London to Japan, passing through Greece, Morocco, New York and now ending in Paris. She loved her work and was very grateful for all the opportunities she had, but the modeling profession is like any other, and she always thinks it's wrong when people romanticize the profession, as if there was only the glamorous and luxurious side. She went to the dressing room she shared with her best friends Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid to change, Kendall and Gigi asked if she and her boyfriend would join their group of friends for the fashion show's afterparty, she confirmed their presence and if she said goodbye to her friends and went to meet her boyfriend.
Paris fashion week was very special for Luisa, especially because her boyfriend would be showing for the first time, and he is not someone unknown to the sport. Joe Burrow, Cincinnati Bengals quarterback began to show a side of himself that was previously unknown to his fans, as from that year onwards, he was willing to leave his comfort zone and experience new experiences, and this change would not have been possible if Luisa wasn't by his side encouraging him and rooting for him.
Luisa went to Joe's dressing room, and as soon as she saw him, she ran and jumped on him.
- You were incredible, mi amor, incredible - Luisa says, leaving lots of kisses on Joe's face, who laughs at his girlfriend's excitement
- I wouldn't have done it without you supporting me, mi princesa,te amo mucho - he ventures, speaking very slurred Spanish, kissing Luisa's neck.
-Joe, we're not at home, let's go to dinner soon, they're already waiting for us. Have Justin and the rest of the guys left?
-Yes, they're already gone, we're just missing, the security guards are already waiting for us at the exit through the restricted area
- So let's go quickly, before they see us.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Luisa was at Joe's house to prepare a real Argentine feast, the quarterback was going to see what real food was, but the model had one more surprise for him.
-This is the chorizo fillet- Luisa points happily to the juicy steak
- Wow, this looks great - he says cutting and trying the first bite - Hmmmmm, baby this is incredible, you need to take me to Argentina, I've never tasted anything so delicious - Joe says
- Baby, since we're eating Argentine food, we're in that Argentine vibe, I need to tell you something
- Speak my love, what happened?
-Are you going to do something next Saturday?- she asks, at the same time as she bites into a large piece of steak.
- No - he thinks a little
- So, let's meet the Messi family- She smiles
Joe dropped his fork, put his hand on his mouth and another on his chest.
-For God's sake, anything but that- he begs
- There's no need to be like that, they'll be nice - she tries to help
- Punches me in the face, kicks me, break me, calls me an idiot, but doesn't make me go there - he puts on his best pity face
- Don't even come Joe, we're going to see them - she stamps her foot
And that's when Joe realized he was in trouble.
The days passed in a hurry and Joe doesn't know how to put into words how disturbed his state of mind is.
Packing the bags was almost a sacrifice, with each piece of clothing being picked up with a different complaint, he loves her very much, but he's sure that this next step doesn't have to be postponed, but rather, removed from the new couple's to-do guide.
Luisa and Joe have been together for almost a year, and as two public figures, they have so far successfully kept their relationship secret. The quarterback started talking to the Argentinean on Instagram shortly after ending a long-term relationship. The relationship over time fell into a routine and Joe was only with his ex for comfort and convenience, but he had been unhappy for a long time and was cheating on his ex frequently, until he got tired of this unhappiness and ended the relationship.
In their first face-to-face date, in a restaurant in New York, Joe was very sincere and confessed to Luisa about his history of betrayals, but assured her that he was going to be a new man, a good man for her, as he was already completely in love. by the beautiful Argentinean who was born in Spain. Luisa was suspicious, but as she was also already very enchanted by the blue-eyed blonde, she decided to give him a chance. The first-born Messi had also recently ended her relationship with Barcelona player Pedri González, as their busy schedules meant they saw very little of each other, but they both remain friends.
The big issue is that after a year, Joe had still not met Lionel Messi and Antonella Roccuzzo, Luisa's parents, due to a great fear of the quarterback facing in person the best football player in the world who was now his father-in-law. On every occasion that Luisa tried to organize for them to meet, Joe would make up an excuse or take advantage of his commitments with the Bengals team to not meet Leo. Luisa was always understanding of the situation, but her father was not. For a person who has always shown calm and tranquility, Messi appeared impatient with Burrow, sending him an unkind message via Instagram direct.
“Of course boludo,
It's really good if you run away, because know that when I see you, I'll have to be prepared for when we're all in one place.
I'm not kidding, especially when it comes to my eldest daughter's feelings and integrity, I've never spared any effort to protect my little girl and it won't be with an American playboy who plays a supposed sport called “football” that I'm going to change my principles. ”
Joe blinked in disbelief, did he really read that? If he questioned.
-Don't notice, dad is as dramatic as a classic Argentine soap opera, it's that Latin American cliché, he didn't even let me see what he wrote in that message- Luisa smiles.
Joe frowned, reading the message again and asking if it was a joke.
Arriving at the airport, he had nowhere to run.
- My dad will love meeting you - he hears her talking, all smiling
- Not as much as my brothers, they are so adorable, since they moved to the USA, they say they want to play basketball,dad goes crazy - she comments laughing
- Dad is so scary when he's on the field, when I started dating Pedri, he threatened to break his legs if he betrayed me, you had to see the poor guy's scared face - Luisa tells the story, laughing a lot
Joe at that moment wonders if she loves him or hates him. The mood became lighter when they disembarked and took a taxi to head to the Messi family mansion in Miami.
During the journey, they come across a large poster of Messi in an Inter Miami advertisement.
- What is it like being the daughter of Lionel fucking Messi?
- People always ask me this, for me it's normal, dad is like any other father who loves, cares, is demanding and strict when necessary. He always does everything for me and my brothers and the main lesson he makes a point of always talking about is simplicity and humility, this is certainly the most valuable inheritance he will leave us - she says with her eyes shining
Joe looks at her with admiration in his eyes
- You know that I love you, you know?
- I did know - Luisa takes his hand and kisses it with love
-So now with this information how about we leave, I hate feeling arrogant and getting into a losing situation, I can't do that, how about I don't know if we meet your parents in a place and then run away from them, I don't like stay in the environment where they hate me-
Luisa sighed at the request, not knowing what to do, she didn't want Joe to feel obligated to do anything, but it was already going on too long.
-I understand what you're feeling, but I haven't even had a week to meet your parents, they thought it was important, so mine think it's important too-
-Honey, just pretend that we live in a world like we used to, where women came to men's families and only it matters- He gives a nervous smile.
- -Of course I understand, so in this case you haven't yet gone to ask permission from my father and my brothers, because in the world as in the past, men asked permission from other men, you can take advantage today to do that- Joe quickly refused to do that.
- -Relax, darling, it will only be a few days at their house and...- He cuts her off quickly.
- Days at their house? What do you mean by that, have you ever heard of a hotel? Luisa we need our privacy, I need my privacy, there's the jet leg and everything, look I'm American, I don't want to seem like an idiot, rich, spoiled to your family the first time and they don't need to know about my quirks or habits right now- Joe starts gesturing and getting restless in the car trying to explain himself.
- Hotels around here at this time of year are difficult, because of the beaches, but look on the bright side- -What good side?- Joe claps his hands on his thighs indignantly.
- We're here now- She pointed to the side, turned off the car and removed her seat belt, while Joe next to him practically passed out.
- My God, the driver always speaks first - he massages his own chest
Luisa and Joe identified themselves at the entrance of the huge mansion complex, and then headed to the Messi house. Burrow was mentally praying that nothing would get out of control and that he would make it out of these days with his Argentine family alive.
Luisa presses the doorbell and her mother Antonella opens the door smiling. -Hija, como te extrañé - the older woman hugs her daughter
- Mommy, the countdown is already counting down to see you, where are daddy and the boys?
- Your father has already started preparations for the barbecue, and the boys are playing ball - Antonella responds, and then looks at Joe - we have a special visit from our daughter
- I almost forgot to introduce you, mom this is Joe Burrow, my boyfriend, Joe this is Antonella Roccuzzo, my mother
- Nice to meet you Mrs. Roccuzzo - he raises his hand to greet Antonella, but she is quicker and pulls him into a hug
- Without these formalities my dear, you can just call me Anto, I'm finally meeting the boy who is messing with my daughter's heart
- I'm completely in love with her Mrs…Anto, she also touches my heart - Joe kisses Luisa's cheek, who is embarrassed
- Let's go to the backyard guys, Joe, you'll get along great with Leo and the boys. You have brothers ?
- Yes, I have two older brothers, and I have four nephews
- That's cool, so you seem to be really good with kids
- Yes, I am, I really like their sincerity
They walked through the huge mansion until they reached the leisure area, where Messi was cutting and placing meat to roast on the barbecue and Thiago, Matteo and Ciro, Luisa's younger brothers, were excitedly playing football around the place, while reggaeton served as a ambient sound of the place.
- Honey, they've arrived! Children, look at your sister here - Antonella screams, the boys run towards Luisa to hug her
- Lisaaaaaaa
- My boys, how I missed you - Luisa hugs her brothers tightly, until they pull away and look at Joe, his height scared them
- Who is he? - Thiago asks
- This is Joe boys, he is my boyfriend, Joe these three little men are my younger brothers, Thiago, Matteo and Ciro
- Nice to meet you boys, I'm Joe - he shakes hands with the three children, who return the greeting shyly
- Joe brought a present for you boys, give it to them - Luisa says to the quarterback
Joe opens the relatively large bag, and gives his brothers-in-law three autographed Cincinnati Bengals jerseys personalized with their respective names, as well as three small ball footballs
NFL.
- These are the shirts of my football team, friends, and this is the American football ball
- That's not football, real football is what dad plays - Thiago says
- What an ugly and strange ball - Matteo doesn't miss the opportunity to criticize
- Boys, don't be rude, he does play football, but the football he plays is different - Antonella explains
- That's not a ball, they're a circle, they're round - Ciro says seeing the NFL ball
- You use the wrong ball, this is the football ball - Thiago points to the round ball
- If you play football, why don't you play with Pulisic on the US national team? -Matteo asks Joe, who is scared by the ability of three small children to scare him
- Boys, I play American football, it's different from round ball football, the rules are different, the names of the positions are different, it's totally different
- Are you a striker? - Ciro asks
- No, I play quarterback
- What's that?
-The quarterback is the main player of a team in American football, he is responsible for throwing the ball, I am responsible for the team's attack.
- So you're a striker like dad? - Matteo asks
- In a way yes, although the rules are different
Leo was quiet, carefully watching Joe's interaction with his younger children, the Argentine didn't take his eyes off his son-in-law, and he could see from his gaze how much he was controlling himself so as not to appear nervous in front of him.
- Boys, leave the boy alone. Nice to meet you Joe, I'm Lionel Messi, Luisa's father - the Argentinian squeezes Joe's hand tightly, who disguised his nervousness
- Nice to meet you Mr Messi, I'm Joe Burrow
- Please boy, just call me Leo, I'm only 37 years old, I'm not that old
Joe lets out a nervous laugh.
- Boys, you'll have time to ask Joe lots of questions, now go to the living room and play video games while the barbecue isn't ready yet, Joe, would you like to help me prepare the barbecue? After all, you are now part of an Argentine family, you have to know what real food is-The older man didn't fail to notice that Joe looked nervously at Luisa, who encouraged him to accept
- Yes sir, I mean Leo, it will be a pleasure
- That's great, love, so Luisa will come and help me prepare dessert, let's go, daughter - Antonella says, pulling Luisa by the hands ,then Leo guides Joe with basic instructions on how to use the equipment to prepare the meat, until the older man starts talking.
- You know Joe, I became Luisa's father when I was 17 years old, it was very complicated at the time, as I had just debuted as a professional player at Barcelona, my career has always been very demanding and I was often not at home to follow the full growth of her, but one thing I always promised and I feel like I fulfilled my role as a father very well: I never let anyone hurt my daughter's heart, I always supported her in everything she wanted to do and I always taught her to always remain humble . Do anything with me, but if you mess with my family, you will find a lot of problems. I'm very calm, but harm someone in my family and I'll harm you - Messi clenches his fists and hits the table, making Joe open his eyes wide and mentally pray that Luisa appears and gets him out of there.
- Joe, I'm not an idiot. When Luisa told me she was meeting you, I made a point of doing in-depth research about you, and to no surprise, I found news about you having cheated on your ex-girlfriend several times.
- Leo, I can explain…
- Joe, I own the word here. What you did or didn't do with your ex-girlfriends, whether you cheated or didn't cheat, which other women you've had sex with, I don't care, what really interests me is Luisa's happiness. In these years of my career, I have seen many colleagues destroy their families due to momentary promiscuity, I have seen and still see a lot of rotten things in the world of football, many colleagues have sunk their personal and professional lives due to wrong choices, and my biggest fear My daughter would one day suffer at the hands of men like these. I had everything I needed to follow a similar path, but that wasn't how my family raised me, my mother always taught me to respect people and especially women. I knew since we were children that Antonella was my soulmate and the love of my life, and our destinies were already predestined, I never needed to have those temptations that the sports environment has.
When Luisa talks about you, she speaks with the same eyes shining with love as I do when talking about Antonella. So Joe, I am giving my most precious jewel into your hands, so I ask that you take good care of her and treat her as she should be treated, Luisa is a princess, she is a goddess, she is one of the people with the most soulful Sweetest man in the world, if I find out about any of the shit you've done to my daughter, your career will be terminated prematurely, do we understand? - At that moment, Messi angrily cuts a steak with a large knife, looking directly into Joe's eyes with a frightening look, at that moment the quarterback is petrified.
- Yes, Leo, I will never hurt Luisa, I am very much in love with her and I am capable of giving my life for her, she is the first woman I have truly fallen in love with, you can rest assured that she is safe with me - Joe speaks with a firm voice, but still afraid of Messi's threats
- That's exactly what I like to hear, kid. And since you're joining our family, there are three fundamental rules you need to follow
- Of course Leo, what are the rules?
-First rule: the main one is to treat Luisa like a goddess and not do anything that breaks her heart
- Second rule: you are in a family of Argentineans, so try to intensify your studies in Spanish, your Spanish is horrible, I always had difficulties learning English and since I came to Miami, I have studied a lot to be able to speak English, so I hope you do the same, as you need to be part of our culture
- Third and final rule, but not the least important: in my house, I don't want that talk of “soccer”, or any similar shit, are we understood?
- Yes Leo, but…
- There are no buts, it's football and that's the end of the matter. Your sport is not football, it has nothing to do with real football. American football is nothing more than a poorly made copy of rugby
-Leo... - Joe tries to speak
- And you still have the courage to call yourselves world champions when you win that shitty Super Bowl? Wow, how can you be a world champion if only teams from the same country compete in the league?
-Leo... - Joe tries to speak again successless
- I AM A LEGITIMATE WORLD CHAMPION!!! I played in a World Cup with 32 teams from each country and won all my games, in that wonderful game against France, you watched it, right?
- Of course Leo, the whole world was watching that game, I was even supporting Argentina
- You know very well that even if you win the Super Bowl or some shit like that, it doesn't come close to winning the World Cup or the Champions League, right?
- But…
- I wasted precious time of my life watching the super bowl, what a lack of organization when handing out the trophy, without any elegance, FIFA is corrupt as hell Joe, but at least they know how to organize a decent awards ceremony, LEARN THE FUCK
- Leo, it's not me who's part of the organization, it's the NFL
- That's why your sport is not worthy of being called football, that's it, subject closed, are we understood?
Joe nodded without being able to breathe, he was definitely afraid of Messi. If his friend Ja'marr were here, he would laugh until 2084 when he saw your scared face. The difference in height between Messi and Burrow is funny, but we can see that height doesn't mean anything, as the giant Joe is scared shitless of Messi. Finally the barbecue is ready and the family gets together for lunch.
Luisa asks Joe softly
- What was it like helping dad?
- It was great, honey, it was really good - Joe says, forcing a smile
- He didn't say anything much to you, right? - she asks worriedly
- No, my love, that's it, we just had men's conversations - Joe says, forcing a smile
- If he says anything to you, don't hesitate to let me know, okay?
-Of course my love- he gives her a peck
And so was the beginning of Joe Burrow's adventure as a new member of the Messi clan. As time went by, Messi accepted Joe, and saw that he was wrong in his previous judgment about his character. Luisa and Joe lived a fairytale relationship, the Argentinean was proposed shortly after the Bengals' victory in the Super Bowl in 2025, the wedding took place in February 2026 with ceremonies in Argentina and the USA, Messi cried profusely when taking her daughter to the altar and never failing to leave her classic threat to Joe, and the family soon expanded, with Luisa giving birth to twins Jordan and Mason, who were identical copies of Joe, and so the Messi-Burrow family followed suit. life with lots of love and happiness.
when Messi was younger he would get sick and puke after or during a match?? so can you please do one where like right after the match the reader is with him and notices somethings off so she takes him into a private dressing room and like helps him while he gets sick
Heyy, thank you for requesting! I took the liberty to make it about the barça vs albacete match where he scored his first goal, bc I thought it'd make it even more sweet 🥺
Warnings: Mentions of throwing up. Just slightly though, not at all graphic. This one's really pure fluff ♡
Gif is mine <proud>
First out of many
It would be a ridiculous understatement to say that you were climbing up the walls. To be honest, you'd describe yourself as being in a state of pure bliss.
You were a huge football fan, always had been, so of course it was meant to be a big event for you. Being able to watch a match of your favorite team, from up close, to feel the stands vibrate after each pass, crowd going crazy with each goal.
But, there was something else. Something that made everything even more exciting, more incredible.
Your boyfriend would be playing. He would be down there, running and sweating, giving everything he had to defend his team's badge, and you would be there to support him in the best ways you could.
The whole moment right before the match was extremely hectic and distressing for you, but it was certainly a thousand times worse for Lionel. Poor guy, looked like a kettle about to explode. You were able to share only a brief moment before the game started, in which he asked for a good luck kiss, that you promptly granted him. After that, you both parted ways, and you went to, excitedly, take your seat on the bleachers.
The first half passed, a goal was scored and everything was going well, but your boyfriend still hadn't come off the bench.
In the exact same way, second half came, and nothing. The match was almost over, there were less than 5 minutes left and you were about to pass out.
And then there he was, walking onto the field.
The game was about to end and you could barely hide your anxiety, frantically moving your hands, sometimes reaching up to touch your already messy hair or snapping your fingers in an almost painful way. Three minutes.
You had your eyes on him the entire time, unblinking. He was fast and agile, slippery as he passed the ball through all of those big men who kept unsuccessfully trying to take him down. He was unstoppable.
You were standing in one of the lower rows, considerably closer to the lawn. From there, you could clearly see Ronaldinho dribbling the defender and making a beautiful pass, which Leo mastered perfectly. He ran, the ball at his feet, passing one and another player and then shot at the goal, over the goalkeeper's head. Jesus, what a goal!
The referee whistled. Offside.
Sighs and screams of indignation at the questionable decision were shared by the entire crowd, and you were now nervously biting on your nails. Everyone tensed up once more as they waited for the players to get back into position. It was the final minute.
One more whistle. The game was back in action, everyone moving at full speed, and you almost -almost- lost sight of him.
There were a few seconds left in the match and you swear you could feel how determined he was.
Once again, he had the ball. It was taken from him, but quickly recovered. A touch for Ronaldinho who, somehow, managed to replicate the exact same pass from the previous move. Lionel lets the ball bounce once and, before a defender throws himself desperately and the goalkeeper tries to leave the goal, it happens, this time leaving no space for complaints.
That was it, game over. 2x0 for Barcelona.
He runs off with his hands in the air, cheering, and the Camp Nou goes wild. The noise was almost deafening and you would not be able to hear properly for at least a couple of days, but you couldn't care less. It was a fantastic goal, the very first of his professional career, and you were there to see it.
You practically jumped from your place in the bleachers directly onto the pitch, rushingly making your way over to your boyfriend who was already waiting for you with his arms wide open. You both broke out into giggles as he grabbed you tightly and spun you around.
"Fueste increíble, mi jugador!" You half-shouted, trying to make yourself heard over the incessant screams that came from both the crowd and the team that surrounded you. "Gracias, hermosa" he answered with a smile. However, despite his apparent efforts, you could see that something wasn't quite right. He looked odd, his usually rosy cheeks now pale, even though he'd spent the last few minutes running non-stop.
"Are you feeling okay, honey?" You asked, brow furrowed in a newfound concern. He looked back at you and cracked another smile, a considerably less joyful one this time. "Not so much. My stomach feels a little weird." You noticed, then, that one of the hands that previously rested on your waist, was now holding his belly.
Before he could think of uttering another word, you were already grabbing his hand and making your walk to the changing rooms at the back of the field, occasionally smiling and waving to some of the other players you met on the way.
Once you got there, it seemed like a switch had been turned on for Lionel, as the boy usad every bit of energy he still got to run at top speed towards one of the private cabins. You followed, a little slower, and knelt beside him, carefully holding his hair and rubbing his back in what you hoped would be a soothing way.
You stood like that for a few minutes into the distressing situation, to say the least, until Leo finally seemed to be starting to get better. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a piece of paper you handed him and then sat down with his legs sat straight, leaning back against the toilet. "I'm so sorry" He mumbled, throat sharply sore.
"No, no, there's no need to be sorry, cariño." You repositioned yourself so you'd be facing him and carefully reached out to cup his face, gently brushing a few strands of wet hair away from his forehead. "It's okay, huh? Are you feeling better?" He nodded weakly, leaning into your touch.
Moments later and the two of you remained there, sitting on the floor of a toilet stall, his head now resting on your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his long tangled locks.
You felt him move slightly, just enough so he could look up at you. "You saw what I did there, princesa?" You stared into his big brown eyes and they were shining in a way that was so mesmerizing, it took you some time to finally answer.
"Such a beautiful, beautiful first goal." You said, pressing a kiss to his temple. "There's still many more to come." And you prayed, to whatever God could hear you, that you'd be there for him after each and every one of them.
Summary: friends -> lovers. After Argentina’s glorious World Cup victory, you follow your best friend to his hotel room with the intention of getting a good night sleep before your flight the next morning. To your surprise, the conversation topic makes you question things about your life, specifically, your relationship.
Word Count: 5.2k
Disclaimer: please send a plot next time! I was in the process of writing this for fun which is why I’m ignoring my rule :D
~pretend they’re talking in Spanish I don’t know nearly enough Spanish to write this fic in Spanish :)~
They won. They did it. They fucking did it.
My heart was racing as I dashed onto the field. The audience was overjoyed. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. Everyone (except the French) was giddy with joy. The roar of the audience set my nerves ablaze. I was buzzing.
I only had one task, to find Enzo. My gaze moved over the various faces, searching for a familiar one. Families hugged, and players consoled one another. Enzo had become completely lost in the sea of euphoric bodies.
“Y/N!”
I turned my head, praying my name wasn't a figment of my imagination. He stood tall, the aura of a champion accompanying his figure. I dashed over to him, swiftly closing the gap. My body warmed as he encircled me in a tight hug. With a huge grin on his face, he quickly drew back.
“We won Y/N! How cool is that?”
Enzo lightly shook my shoulders to emphasize his joy. His tone suggested that he was on the verge of happy tears.
“I never had a doubt.”
Enzo chuckled. His eyes were misty, with a few droplets cascading down his flushed cheeks.
¨You have much more faith than I do. When France caught up I thought we were done. I really did.¨
I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. He smelled strongly of turf and sweat.
¨I knew you guys would win.¨
I wasn't completely truthful. To be honest, there were times during the game when I worried I'd have to spend the night comforting a distressed rookie. Despite my concerns, the team was able to come out on top.
¨You did great. You really did.¨
Enzo shrugged, placing his hands smugly on his hips.
“I appreciate the praise. It’s not easy carrying the team.”
He remarked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes amusingly. His demeanor had shifted from tears of joy to smug and cocky.
“Well, I’m thrilled to know that, at the very least, you are amazing at being humble.”
We laughed in sync. When the laughter faded away, Enzo glanced around. I cocked an eyebrow, perplexed as to who or what he was searching for.
“Where’s Nick?”
“Oh! Nick couldn’t make it.”
Enzo cocked an eyebrow.
“You said he was coming?”
“Well, I said maybe. He had… an unexpected work thing.”
Enzo scoffed.
“Right, work.”
I didn't want to venture a guess as to what he was implying with his little scoff and suggestive tone. Enzo approached me and slung an arm over my shoulder, a pearly white smile contrasting his tanned face.
“Well, good, that means I got you all to myself tonight.”
I gave him a light smack.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, Fernandez. Remember, I’m someone’s fiancée.”
Would it ever feel normal to describe myself as a fiancée? Enzo pursed his lips.
“Right.”
He said, his voice encompassing a hint of sterness. The smile on his face turned tight. I could tell Enzo didn't like Nicholas. He never explicitly said it, but his body language and tone when speaking of him made his feelings on the subject painfully clear.
“Well, enough of him. You wanna meet a few of my teammates?”
I smiled, relieved that we had moved on from the sensitive subject.
“I’d love to.”
Enzo introduced me to one player after the other. The increasing number of names being crammed into my head confused me. Fortunately, the team had to leave for the trophy ceremony before the amount of letters became unbearable.
A few stray tears fell during the trophy ceremony. It was fantastic to see Enzo named the best young player. Of course, the final lift of the World Cup trophy was flawless. I remembered all the fun times Enzo and I had when he swore he'd be playing for the Argentine national team. Although it seemed like a distant ambition at the time, I had faith in him. It felt good to know that all of my beliefs had paid off.
“Where are you staying? I’ll get you an Uber or something.”
Enzo inquired, once we were on the street.
“Oh, uh, I don’t really know.”
I took out my phone and began scrolling through my email, searching for the reservation.
“Nick did all that for me. He found me someplace.”
I retrieved the reservation and showed it to Enzo. Enzo shook his head in disappointment.
“Hell no, that place sucks.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Really?”
I was completely taken aback. I assumed Nick had reserved a nice hotel for the night. Enzo confidently nodded.
“Oh yeah.”
I narrowed my eyes, unsure if he was telling the truth.
“Are you just saying that because you hate Nicholas or are you saying that because this place actually sucks?”
Enzo held up his hands in defense.
“I’m being serious! We were looking for places to stay and decided not to stay there because the staff was rude and the reviews were awful! The only reason it comes up first when you search is because it's a paid advertisement.”
I furrowed my brow.
“No way! I don’t believe you!”
When I hunted for reviews, I discovered that the vast majority of them were negative.
“Oh.”
I said meekly, my shoulders sagging as I realized I was going to spend the night in a dirty room with rude staff.
“Well, It’s not like I have another option.”
I stuffed my phone back into my jean pocket, my happy mood dampened. Enzo shook his head vigorously, his arms crossed over his well defined chest.
“Why don’t you stay with me?”
He inquired casually. My eyes widened.
“Oh! No, I couldn’t do that.”
Enzo shrugged nonchalantly.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
Enzo dismissed my concerns.
“You know you’re always welcome at my place, Y/N.”
He flashed me a bright white smile. I must admit, it was a tempting offer.
“You just won the World Cup, Enzo. You need your sleep and I-”
“Well unless you’re gonna keep me up all night I think I’ll be perfectly fine.”
I gnawed on my lower lip. Enzo could sense my hesitancy to accept his offer.
“Trust me Y/N, you won’t be a bother. I have more room than I need.”
Enzo was listening intently, waiting to hear me accept his offer with sincerity.
“Okay, fine.”
Enzo tried his best to hide the true extent of his joy.
“Amazing. I knew you’d say yes. I do have to leave tomorrow morning though, and get back to Argentina.”
I shrugged.
“That’s fine by me. I’m leaving tomorrow as well.”
The Uber ride was nearly silent. I hadn’t seen Enzo in forever. Now, the one night of my trip we had together, neither of us could speak. I wasn't bothered. I'm sure he was tired, as was I.
The streets of Qatar were beautiful. The sparkling city lights were dazzling to behold. Despite having had the pleasure of taking in the gorgeous scene prior to this night, I gawked in awe as we rolled between the tall buildings.
“It feels so weird. I’m seeing you for the first time in ages tonight and we’re already both leaving tomorrow morning.”
Enzo said. With a sigh, I slid onto the couch, kicking off my shoes in the process.
“I know. We need to be more consistent with our weekly calls.”
It was difficult to live in America when your best friend was always on the move, going wherever the world of fútbol called him. Even when we did have a conversation, it was rarely long enough to be meaningful. Our calls were usually limited to a quick chat at halftime or a few minutes to say hello before bed. As a result, it felt as if I hadn't truly heard from him in ages.
Enzo slid onto the couch, throwing his head back with an obnoxiously loud sigh of relief.
“Do you wanna turn on a movie or something?”
I asked.
“How about we just talk.”
I nodded.
“Sure. I’d like that.”
The air was still. The soft hum of traffic continued below. I drew my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my calves to secure my position.
“So, what was it like playing in the World Cup?”
Enzo scoffed.
“It was amazing, obviously. But, like, at the same time I’m really glad it’s over. But, at the same time I’d do it all again if I was asked to, y’know?”
My attention was drawn to his stunning side profile. Thankfully, Enzo’s eyes were closed. Damn. Did he always look this good?
I must still be buzzing from the adrenaline rush.
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
I drew my attention away from him, knowing that if I focused on him for too long, my mind would wander to places I didn't want it to.
“How’s life besides soccer? All good? Any new relationships I should know about?”
I queried, sarcastically. Enzo laughed. I cracked a smile. Even if it was quiet, it felt good to hear his laugh after such a long period of absence. The sound made my heart warm with nostalgia.
“No, nothing super interesting.”
His lack of a social life piqued my interest. I mean, I'm his closest friend. I know he's a wonderful person. So why hadn't anyone else noticed?
“Really? Why?”
Enzo shrugged.
“I’ve been really busy, I guess. There hasn’t been a lot of time to search for hot new singles in my area.”
I noticed a faint smile on his lips. He was pleased with himself for cracking that wonderful joke. Leaning my head against my knees, I chuckled.
“That’s fair.”
I swallowed uncomfortably, knowing that questions about my life would follow. And with questions came the inevitable discussion of a subject I knew Enzo detested. I cast a glance down at my sparkly engagement ring.
“I guess it’s my turn.”
Enzo said with a hint of cheekiness. I exhaled shakily.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
I returned my stare to Enzo. His eyes were open, and his gaze was soft and enticing.
“So, how’s your life?”
I smiled and gave him a meek nod.
“It’s good.”
Enzo's eyes fell to my hand, where he noticed me fondling my engagement ring. He hummed in a disapproving manner before returning his gaze to mine. His pupils were dark, and his stare possessed a hard undertone.
“How’s Nick?”
Oh shit. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.
“He’s fine. He’s great, even.”
Enzo shook his head and pursed his lips into a straight line. I couldn't help but scoff at his disapproval. To be honest, I was tired of his games. I needed to put a stop to his childish behavior.
“Enzo, I get it. You hate my fiancé. But can you please for the love of God at least pretend to be happy for me?”
Enzo leaned forward, and his sudden closeness made my heart skip a beat.
“No. I can’t.”
His voice was stern. His gaze had significantly hardened.
I rolled my eyes.
“Why?-”
“Why do I hate your fiancé?”
He gestured to himself.
“I think the better question is why don’t you hate your fiancé?”
My gaze narrowed.
“He’s a jerk! He treats you like shit! The only reason he bought you that ring was so you’d have a reason to talk about him while he’s out partying with his country club friends.”
I shook my head. Enzo exhaled sharply through his nose.
“You know I’m right Y/N. I don’t think you love him-”
“He's a safe choice!-”
“Why are you settling for him? When have you ever cared about being safe? You were always the one telling me I could do anything I wanted if I tried. You deserve so much better than that asshole!”
I clenched my teeth. I felt compelled to spit fire. I wanted to tell Enzo that he was mistaken and that I was madly in love with my fiancé. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to lie. So, in an effort to be argumentative, I spoke without thinking.
“Who do I deserve then? Huh? You and only you?”
Enzo's face fell into a neutral expression. I was perplexed for a moment. What made him suddenly stoic?
Then it hit me. My stomach dropped to the floor.
“Oh.”
I averted my gaze from him and concentrated on the plain wall ahead. I breathed evenly, working to process the confession I'd just heard.
“I wasn’t planning on telling you like this Y/N.”
“How long?”
“Um-like, a long time.”
“Is that the reason why you wanted me in your hotel room tonight?”
Enzo was deafeningly silent. The traffic continued to move, and the city continued to live around us. Despite being trapped in the middle of a life-changing experience, the world did not come to a halt.
“Uh-Well…”
His voice trailed off into the heavy night air.
“Yes.”
I sighed.
Although the possibility of him luring me into his room solely for the possibility of sex should be upsetting, I couldn’t grow angry.
“I really want to be mad. I really do. But… I can’t.”
I knew him better than anyone. I knew exactly where his heart was at this precise moment. I also knew exactly where my own heart was, and I knew they were both in the same place. I swiveled my head to face him, catching his eager gaze before lowering my eyes to my engagement ring.
The sight of it made me sick.
I slid it off my finger in one fluid motion and slammed it down onto the glass coffee table in a rather dramatic fashion.
Then I twisted my body around to face Enzo. His posture was flawless. He was tense, anticipating my next move. My gaze was drawn to his plush lips before returning to meet his anxious eyes.
I cut to the chase. I reached forward, clenching my fist around his collar and pulling him into me. He received the message and pressed his surprisingly soft lips against mine. On his hot skin, the scent of turf and sweat lingered.
I was expecting this moment to be tense or astounding, but it just felt… right. It was peaceful and serene. This was meant to happen, in this place, at this time, with this person.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Enzo allowed his hands to crawl towards my waist. His body melted into the kiss, his mouth moving in impeccable unison with mine.
My opposite hand brushed through the short hairs on the nape of his neck. Enzo groaned, and the vibrations echoed down my throat.
“Enzo.”
I whispered, already breathless with love.
“Yes?”
He inquired, hurriedly reconnecting the kiss despite knowing I had more to say.
I drew back, softly smiling as I noticed the prominent blush on his face. His lips were swollen from the passionate kiss, and his pupils were blown with lust.
“Fuck me like you mean it.”
I said, demanding he follow my orders.
“Yes ma’am.”
He remarked lightheartedly. As he began kissing me without hesitation, I could feel the prominent smirk on his face. Enzo’s tongue soon slipped between my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and I allowed my mouth to move in response to his.
Enzo hoisted me atop his lap with ease. I groaned as his growing bulge brushed against my hot core. My nails raked along his scalp, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat.
“Oh Jesus baby.”
Enzo mumbled erotically, breaking the kiss to trail his wet mouth down my jugular.
“You have no clue how much I’ve thought about this.”
He placed fiery hot kisses along my cool skin. I sighed softly, muscles relaxing as he located my sweet spot. My lower abdomen was already buzzing with a gentle hum of pleasure.
“God, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Enzo dipped his hands under the hem of my shirt, teasing the skin above my waistband with his thumbs. Despite his warm hands, the featherlight touches caused goosebumps to appear on my skin.
“I get so hot when I think about fucking you. You have no idea.”
The mere image of Enzo with his hand far past his waistband made my cunt throb with desire. I pictured him softly groaning my name while thrusting his hips into his calloused palm. He would try not to cum too quickly, but the image of me wrapped around his cock would be far too sweet to deny.
“My hand can only do so much.”
Shit. My suspicions were confirmed.
“Take me to the bedroom, Enzo.”
I begged, my tone breathless with lust. Enzo pulled back, his calloused hands trailing downwards to grasp my soft thighs. A faint smirk was visible on his swollen lips.
“Yes ma’am.”
He stood, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. Our faces were in close proximity due to my firm grip on his body. I reconnected our fiery kiss, confident that Enzo could decipher his way to the bedroom completely blind.
Fortunately, I was correct. I was so engrossed in the sensation of his tongue flowing in perfect unison with mine that I didn't perceive we were in the bedroom until my back collided with the mattress.
My body weight did not cause the springs to groan. They didn't want to disrupt our passionate connection. Enzo hovered above me, his kisses intensifying now that he had me where he wanted me. I, like him, quickly became breathless. The collective gasps as we struggled to refill our spent lungs were like music to my ears.
My hands dipped beneath the hem of his shirt. Enzo’s abdomen rippled under my soft fingertips. I moved upwards, caressing every inch of his perfectly sculpted chest before breaking the kiss momentarily to throw the jersey over his head. I threw it to the floor, out of sight, out of mind.
Enzo hastily followed suit. He grasped the hem of my shirt and threw it to the ground, swiftly reigniting the spark between our mouths. He was clearly not as patient as I was. I arched my back as a silent indication to remove my bra. The message was delivered. Enzo reached behind me and unclipped my bra in a singular fluid motion.
I shrugged off the straps and discarded the piece of fabric. Enzo pulled back, his hungry eyes drinking in my bare torso. I quickly grew hot under his gaze. My face flushed and my core grew wet.
“So pretty.”
Enzo muttered, his tongue trailing along his lower lip. He was studying every inch of my chest, carving every minute detail into his brain so he could possess a mental image of me laid out for him.
He pressed his wet mouth to the valley of my breasts, beginning his gradual descent to the area which I desired him most.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
My stomach fluttered. Enzo placed hot, open mouthed kisses along my skin. The saliva he left in his wake was hit by a cool draft, sending chills down my spine.
“I can’t believe that asshole got to see this before I did.”
The erotic tone had returned. His hands found my breasts, and began to knead the soft flesh. I groaned in pleasure, my eyes fluttering shut.
Enzo’s knee bumped my clothed core. I convulsed, involuntarily rolling my hips along his thigh, desperate for friction.
He chuckled against my breastbone.
“Jesus baby, you’re so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. I can’t wait to see what you do when I fuck you.”
In response, all I could manage was a groan. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my eyes opening to perceive his movements along my stomach. While his lips trailed downwards, Enzo continued to knead my breasts. His movements came to a sudden halt when he reached the waistband of my jeans.
I could feel the uncomfortable pool between my thighs. I was growing antsy, desperate for him to make me cum. Fortunately, it appeared Enzo was growing impatient as well. He removed his hands from my chest, hastily unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down my legs. I kicked them to the floor, shortening the process. My panties soon found the floor along with the rest of my clothing.
Enzo nestled between my spread thighs, his large hands caressing the soft flesh. I grew impatient as he refused to give me what I truly desired. Instead, he resorted to placing tender kisses along my inner thighs, being cautious to keep his distance from my aching cunt. Typically I appreciate sensuality, but after a long hiatus from erotic pleasure, I was sexually frustrated.
I tugged on his roots, urging him to move towards my core. Enzo smirked against my thigh.
“Jesus baby, you’re impatient. How often does he touch you?”
He glanced at me through his lashes. I grit my teeth, not wanting to provide him with an answer. Enzo scoffed.
“That’s pitiful. If you were mine I’d touch you all the goddamn time.”
His movements looked promising. He was now slowly inching towards my core, presumably with no intent of stopping.
“You’d be so full of my cock.”
My entire lower half was throbbing with desire. The anticipation was coursing through my body in waves. God, how I wished he’d just hurry up and eat me out.
“I’d fuck you so good every single day. God you wouldn’t be able to go two minutes without thinking of me inside you.”
That sure as hell sounded like a good life. Unfortunately, it appeared that he wanted to further prolong my suffering.
“Enzo,” I begged, “please, I’m aching.”
“Sorry baby, that was rude of me.”
I was about to roll my eyes, but a sudden wave of pleasure halted my movements. Enzo’s warm mouth enveloped my clit. My back arched off the bed. I tightened my grip in his hair, tugging a few loose strands from the roots.
“You’re so wet for me baby.”
He murmured, the vibrations reverberating throughout my cunt. I moaned loudly, crushing his head between my thighs. Enzo’s movements didn’t falter. He was precise and intense. Each flick of my clit was carefully placed and timed in order to give me the most intense pleasure possible.
I was soon reduced to a moaning mess. I was panting, my head thrown back and my jaw on the floor. I couldn’t prevent the whimpers and groans that passed over my plush lips.
“Your moans are so pretty.”
Enzo rolled his hips against the mattress, searching for friction to somewhat dampen the ache pumping through his painfully hard erection.
“Keep moaning, just like that, let the whole world know how good I make you feel.”
Two fingers prodded at my entrance. Moments later, when his long digits pushed into me, I swore I saw stars. He began a steady pace with his fingers, fondling my g spot with every thrust.
I bit back the impending orgasm, trying to ignore the tightness in my lower abdomen. I wanted to preserve this glorious feeling. To my surprise, Enzo slowed down. I groaned from the lack of stimulation.
“Keep moaning baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”
I gulped, a large lump forming in my throat.
“I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Only when I spoke did I realize how pitiful and breathless I sounded.
“I don’t care.”
Enzo resumed his pace, this time, with tenfold the intensity as before. I obeyed his command, and didn’t hold back. Every sound that crept up my throat was released into the still night air.
I was close, so painfully close. The wet sound of his fingers fucking me along with the slurping was truly erotic. The coil was pulled tight, and would release with the tiniest of pushes.
Enzo could tell I was teetering on the verge of an orgasm.
“Cum all over my fingers pretty girl.”
I came undone. My entire body convulsed. The walls of my cunt clenched around Enzo’s thick fingers. I was lifted into a world of pure euphoria. If it wasn’t for the soft pumping of Enzo’s fingers, I would’ve sworn I went straight to heaven.
I loosened my death grip on his roots, stretching my cramped fingers as Enzo relished in the taste of my juices.
“You taste so good.”
He said softly.
Jesus. I wasn’t even done with my first orgasm and I was already growing impatient for the next one.
Enzo climbed over me once he was satisfied, nestling between my shaky legs. His lips were wet, yet I wasted no time in reconnecting our hungry mouths. I could taste myself on his tongue.
I dragged my open palms down his chest, gathering sweat beads as I went. I eventually reached his waistband. Fortunately, the band was stretchy, allowing me to easily dip my hand into his shorts and cup his painfully hard erection.
Enzo groaned, resisting the urge to buck his hips into my warm hand.
“Hurry up and take those off baby.”
I hooked my finger into the waistbands of both his boxers and shorts. Then I began pulling them down his thighs. I pushed them down as far as I could, and when I couldn't reach, Enzo took charge. He stripped the remainder of his clothing, leaving him bare.
Enzo pressed his body against mine, leaving little room to breathe comfortably. I made no complaint. I was already breathless from his dizzying kiss, and the comforting sensation of his body weight resting atop me made my stomach flutter. He was incredibly warm, and the prominent heat blossoming from his erection contributed to the steady thrum of pleasure building within my stomach.
Enzo rocked his pelvis forward, the swollen tip of his cock prodding at my entrance. I whimpered against his mouth, the messy kiss swallowing my noises.
“Enzo-“
“I know baby, I’ll fuck you.”
He reached between our bodies, lining his cock up with my entrance. Enzo rolled his pelvis forward, burying himself deep within me. The wetness of my cunt made it easy for him to stretch my walls to the absolute brim. I broke the kiss, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut as he bottomed out.
“Jesus Enzo, you’re really fucking big.”
I shuddered. Enzo gave me a moment to adjust, placing hot kisses to my neck as he waited for my body to relax. After a sufficient period of time, Enzo began rolling his hips, beginning a steady rhythm.
“Good girl, you’re taking my cock so well.”
I whimpered, the dull pain of his thick length slowly transforming into pleasure. Enzo nestled his face into the crook of my neck, his hot breath cascading across my skin.
“Oh fuck baby, you feel so good. So nice and tight.”
His erotic tone was punctuated by deep breaths. The sensation of my wet cunt wrapped around his thick cock was far too wonderful to deny.
“Faster, please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Enzo began to increase his pace, the tip of his cock brushing against my cervix. I shuddered as I dug my nails into his strong back, breaking the skin. Enzo let out a guttural groan.
“Sorry.”
I mumbled.
“Don’t be, I like it.”
Enzo grasped my thigh and hooked a leg around his waist. The new position provided the perfect angle for his cock to slam into my g spot with each thrust. His lower abdomen brushed against my clit and allowed for the perfect amount of delicious stimulation to pair with the rigorous snap of his pelvis.
“Who can make you feel this good?”
He murmured. I stared blankly at the plain ceiling, my mind trapped in a foggy daze. My muscles completely relaxed, my body succumbing to the effects of the pleasure.
“You.”
“What was that?”
He pulled back, igniting a moment of intense eye contact as he fucked me into the matress. I cupped his cheek, pulling his face forward to reestablish contact between our lips. It was a heated mess of tongue and clashing teeth.
“You, only you.”
I whispered against his lips, mustering all of the remaining self-control I had to make my voice as clear as possible.
The coil within my lower abdomen was pulling tight. I could feel the delicious release seeping into the corners of my brain.
“Enzo, I’m gonna cum.”
Enzo drew back, our noses brushing against each other as he maintained the rigorous pace of his hips.
“Look at me, I wanna see your face as you cum all over my cock.”
Enzo released my thigh and brought his hand upwards to gently cup my face. The gentle touch of his calloused fingertips provided yet another area of stimulation. I kept my face still and my eyes open, allowing any expression to waft over my features.
“Shit! Enzo!”
I encircled his neck with my arms, holding him impossibly closer as the coil within my snapped. I came undone, my walls clenching around his cock as I was immersed into a pool of pure euphoria. I moaned pornographically, unable to resist the temptation to squeeze my eyes shut. Enzo didn’t seem to mind. His cock twitched within me as I came, indicating that he was also close to reaching his orgasm.
Jesus, I feel bad for the other guests who came to this hotel hoping for a quiet night full of restful sleep. Our combined moans were enough to rock the walls.
“Shit Y/N.”
Enzo muttered, his head collapsing into the crook of my neck as he coated my walls with his hot cum. He mumbled my name like a prayer while he continued to roll his hips. His soft cock gradually brought me down from the freight train of an orgasm I just experienced.
Enzo came to a complete stop after we had both caught our breath. He collapsed atop me, and I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. I cocked my head to the side, taking in the glimmer of the city lights through the enormous window.
“What now?”
He inquired meekly, his face nestled comfortably against my neck. I dragged my hand down his back, tenderly rubbing his sweaty skin. Only after the filter of pleasure was removed did I notice he still smelled like an intense fútbol match. And although I knew his question hinted at something more serious. I responded with what should happen next at that precise moment as opposed to worrying about the inevitable problems that I would be forced to address once I touched down in America.
please, you are one of the few people who writes about footballers and I need one where leonel messi dedicates his penalty against netherlands to his wife, after having won they are in changing rooms and she congratulates him and thanks him for that dedication. thank you!
For you
Summary: Messi dedicates his penalty kick to his wife
Author's note: I changed the PK events to better fit the story. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
Being Lionel Messi’s wife is such a surreal part of your life, not just because he’s a famous football player, but because you have loved him since forever. You’ve known him since you were just children, running around and playing with one another. Even if you didn’t really like playing football, you would always tag along just to be with Messi. Even if you were really bad, you would always be Messi’s first pick when he was team captain. It took you two a really long time to finally admit how crazy you were for each other and since then, you guys have been happily together.
The game was intense, you were literally at the edge of your seat. Your only source of comfort was nipping at your nails and fidgeting with the diamond ring around your finger. The World Cup was always an intense affair, Messi wanted nothing more than to bring Argentina a win. However, the Netherlands were playing just as passionately and intensely as them. Even with extra time, it seemed like neither team was advancing in their tied score, 2-2. Watching your husband work his ass off made you pray even harder for his success. You knew how badly he wanted this, to win and make everyone proud. He had so much pressure and you feared how he would react if his potential was shattered. Your prayer for one final goal was unanswered as the referee blew his whistle. You buried your face into your hands, legs shaking. Penalty kicks.
The PK final score was starting to clear up. If Argentina made this kick in, Argentina advances. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched your husband walk towards the ball, perfectly placed in front of the goal. He picked the ball up, gave it a little flip, and set it back down. He then looked up at the stands, immediately finding you in the crowd. He blew you a kiss and mouthed: this is for you. You smiled widely but got nervous again as you watched him take a few steps back. It's starting, no going back. Your hand was placed over your mouth, muttering out a string of pleas. You watched as your husband ran up, swung his leg back and made it in! You jumped up from your seat, celebrating with him and your family. He ran around the field, blowing kisses to the crowd as his teammates chased him around for a tackle. You didn’t even realize the tears running down your face.
You were eagerly waiting for Lionel in the tunnel, you just couldn’t wait to shower him with kisses and hugs. When he spotted you, his face notably lit up as he ran into you. He wrapped his strong arms around you and picked you up, twirling you.
“Congratulations! I’m so proud of you baby,” you say, looking down at him and pecking him on the lips. He felt himself fall in love with you all over again. Your beautiful and humble face, decorated with his flag’s colors on both your cheeks.
“Thank you, I did it for you, mi amor.” He said, looking up at you with gleaming eyes. Even if he was all sweaty, you quickly connected your lips to any part of his face that was available. He chuckled and set you down, holding your hand as you two walked further into the tunnel. Cameras and reporters were so glad to have captured this moment.
Guys I am literally so sorry for lacking lately, college finals had me stressed! Also, Christmas shopping was a pain in my ass! But anyway, I finally have more time to write more stories. Hope you enjoyed!
Does anyone have any quick blurbs they want me to write about new romantics? It can be anything
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Do something that involves Uncle Messi. You and your anons talked about it before. Maybe not a full Uncle Messi narrative but definitely something that involves him. I would really love for you to explore Uncle Messi and Kylian’s relationship. There is something there.
New Romantics — blurb: Uncle Messi
Leo didn't mind being alone. He also didn't mind anyone else's business. Sometimes he'd have his lunch alone, outside, especially when Ney wasn't around. He liked eating his salad in peace, enjoying the silence and refueling his introvert self before the next leg of practice. But he didn't mind company either, which is why he smiled when he saw Taylor approaching him. Her folder in hand, a pen in the other.
"can i sit?” she asked and he nodded while chewing the greens on his plate. She smiled and sat next to him, leaving her things on the table. "How's today so far?"
"bien." He said, swallowing. "You?”
"same. I wanted to talk to you about Ky-- number 7, i mean." He noticed she corrected herself a little too quick. Like she had said something she shouldn't have. "Are you two on better terms now?”
He shrugged "i don't know, i never really had a problem with him."
"i was hoping you could try and approach him more. Not as Lionel Messi, greatest of all time but just Leo... You know what i mean?” she paused "losing the cup is still an open wound for him but i think with champions league he's gonna get his drive back."
"i wouldn't know what to say."
"just... I don't know. Talk? Listen i know he can be an asshole, and abrupt sometimes. Most times he is hard to talk to, looks at you with those burning eyes like a dog warning you to not get to close, annoying you till you stop trying. He's been rude in the past--” Messi listened, making note of how she was moving her hands and talking about Kylian like she had all these things kept in between her lips for a while now and she was looking for the right person to dumb them on. "And he's got this awful habit of knowing he's great, which is driving me insane 99% of the time. Don't even get me started on his laugh when he knows he has said something horrible but likes to pretend it's funny." Leo was taking slow bites, weirded out by her entire monologue "but he's nice... Other times."
"when he's sleeping?”
"no! he's just as annoying when he sleeps.”
Leo raised his eyebrows.
"hakimi says he snores" she said quickly. "Anyway not the point. If you could talk to him and approach him more during practice, that would be great. He still admires you, he always has... And he's trouble but he's a good kid when he wants to be and is trying to change for the better. So, help him try, will you?"
He nodded "i will."
"thank you." She leaned in, kissing his cheek. She left him right after that and Messi took a deep breath, smiling. Ready to enjoy the rest of his salad when he was ambushed by someone else.
"talking about me again, was she?”
Leo almost chocked by the unexpected appearance of Kylian. He coughed, trying to regain his composure while Kylian started talking. "She wants us to be best friends, you know? And don't get me wrong you're a good guy but i got one bother and that's Haki! She's always whistling away, number 7 you're late, number 7 you're too arrogant--” Leo was still coughing. He took a sip from his water "and i get it's her job. I'm good with that now but she's obsessed with me" Leo left the glass on the table, clearing his throat. "And i can't say anything because if i do she'll make me go deaf with that fucking whistle." Kylian finally notices Leo closing his eyes "you ok Man?”
"fine..." He said in a raspy voice.
"listen just so she shuts up about this, you know, I'm good with you. So you can come telling me your shit and I'll come telling mine. Like buddies." Leo wiped himself with one of the napkins. Half listening to Kylian, half wanting to leave. "We can share Neymar and all. I mean You don't have to talk to me-- bet that's what she instructed you to. Didn't she?"
"i--"
"she's messing up with everything all the time. She even changed the schedule so i wouldn't be same time with Haki on the gym. She says we talk to much, do you believe this Leo? Merde-- she needs someone to control her."
Leo waited, making sure Kylian wouldn't start again. Then he said "do other coaches get to you as much as she does?"
"she doesn't get to me--” he stopped as he saw the look in Leo's eyes. He gulped "she's louder than the other coaches."
"and harder to impress" added Leo. Kylians eyes met his and Leo could see him mentally shrinking before him. "Do you want to impress her?”
He hesitated. "I... No... I mean..." He blew air from his cheeks. He shook his head "no.. i don't care. Why would I want to impress her? I just wanna do my job. I mean yeah fine if she's impressed by it then that's a bonus because at least she won't he complaining." Leo tried to fight back his smile, Kylian looked at his hands on the table "she's likable when she's not complaining"
Leo nodded but said nothing. Kylian looked at him again. Patted his hand on the table. "Good talk!" He said and got up to leave.
"hey ky-”
Kylian turned to his direction.
"when you wanna rant like this. Do it to me. Don't do something dumb and go to someone else instead."
Leo could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what he meant. "thanks." He mumbled and left.
Leo looked down at his salad. He took a full bite "Anto's gonna love this."
