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EoO - RD
warning: smut
You’re pressed up against Ruben’s solid chest in the middle of the chaotic crowd at Bad Bunny’s Lisbon show, the bass from the speakers hitting so deep it vibrates through your ribs. The air smells like weed, expensive cologne, and pure summer sweat. His big hands are on your hips, thumbs hooked under the hem of your tiny skirt. You’ve been dating long enough that the way he touches you feels like muscle memory now, but it still makes your pulse race every single time.
The lights drop low, orange and red bleeding across the stage as the opening of “EoO” kicks in. The entire stadium loses it, screaming, phones up, bodies moving like one massive wave.
“Ella viene por ahí y nunca llega sola…”
You feel the shift immediately. The beat drops harder and you arch your back, pushing your ass right against the front of his jeans. His cock is already half-hard from the way you’ve been dancing on him all night, but this? This grind is deliberate. Slow, nasty circles, rolling your hips like you’re trying to spell his name with your ass. You feel it thicken against you, that thick Portuguese dick swelling up fast, pressing heavy and obvious through the denim.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters against your neck, voice rough. Not loud. Just for you. His hands slide down, gripping your thighs, hips, helping you roll deeper. He’s not shy about it. Ruben never is when it comes to claiming what’s his in public, proud, a little showy, but controlled. He keeps lip-syncing.
“Perreo, baby, sobeteo, baby… Tra-tra, baby, hasta abajo, baby…”
You drop it low, thighs burning as you squat and come back up, dragging your ass right over the full length of his now rock-hard cock. He’s thick. The kind of thick that makes you breathe different when he’s inside you.Your pussy’s already soaked, panties clinging uncomfortably as you keep working him.
He chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back. One hand slides up under your top, palm flat against your stomach, holding you tight against him while the other squeezes your hip harder. “You tryna get fucked right here in front of thousands of people?” he says, “Keep moving like that and I won’t wait till we get home.”
You smirk, turning your head just enough to catch his eye. He’s staring down at you like you’re the only thing in the stadium. Those dark eyes, focused, locked on how your body moves for him.
“En la disco, baby, yo te cojo, baby… Tra-tra, baby, tra-tra, baby…”
You grind harder, knowing he's leaking a little pre-cum into his boxers. You can tell by the way his hips twitch forward involuntarily, chasing the friction. The song builds and you’re basically fucking him with clothes on—slow, nasty Perreo that has his cock slotted right between your ass cheeks, trapped against your heat. People around you are too busy screaming the lyrics to notice, but some definitely do. You don’t care. Neither does he.
By the time the song ends and the next one starts, you’re both breathing heavy. Ruben’s hand is still under your top, thumb stroking just under your tit like he’s reminding himself he can touch you however he wants later. He kisses the side of your neck, open-mouthed, a little possessive. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna ride me so fucking filthy tonight.”
The rest of the concert is a blur of lights, bass, and Ruben’s hands never leaving your body. By the time it ends and you’re walking out, your legs feel like jelly and your pussy is throbbing so bad, needy.
He drives. Blacked-out Mercedes, windows tinted dark enough that Lisbon’s streetlights barely touch the inside. You’re in the passenger seat, legs crossed, still buzzing from the show and the constant teasing. Ruben’s got one hand on the wheel, the other resting high on your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles way too close to where you need him. He’s quiet for a bit, but you can see the tension in his jaw.
He pulls off the main road maybe twenty minutes later, driving down a quiet side street that leads to an empty overlook near the hill. No lights. No cars. Just the distant glow of the city. He kills the engine and looks over at you.
“Get over here.”
You don’t hesitate. You climb across the console, straddling his lap in one smooth motion. The seat’s pushed all the way back already. His hands immediately grip your ass under the skirt, squeezing hard, spreading you open.
“Look at you,” he says, voice low and rough. “Soaking through your panties already. Been wet since you started grinding on my dick at the show, huh?”
You nod, grinding down on the massive bulge in his jeans. He’s still rock hard. You reach between you, palming him through the fabric, feeling the thick length, the way it jumps under your touch.
“Take it out,” he tells you. Direct. He doesn’t play when he wants something.
You unzip him, reaching in and pulling his thick cock free. God, it’s pretty. Heavy, veiny, the head already shiny with precum. You stroke him once, twice, twisting your wrist the way he likes. He groans, head falling back against the seat for a second before he looks at you again, eyes dark.
“Panties to the side baby”
You hook a finger in the soaked lace and pull it over, exposing your dripping pussy. The cool air hits your wet folds and you shiver. He runs two fingers through your slit, collecting your slick, then brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, staring at you the whole time.
“Fuck, you taste good when you’re this horny.”
He lines himself up, thick head pressing against your entrance. You sink down slowly, feeling every inch stretch you open. The burn is perfect. That initial push where your walls have to make room for him. You moan loud, hands gripping his shoulders as you take him deeper.
“Aaii… so fucking tight,” he hisses, hands on your hips, guiding you but not forcing. He lets you set the pace at first, eyes locked on where your pussy is swallowing his cock. “Look at that. Taking every inch like a good little slut. My slut.”
You bottom out, ass flush against his thighs, his balls pressed against you. The fullness is overwhelming. You can feel him pulsing inside you, so deep your belly feels tight. You start moving, slow rolls at first, grinding your clit against him every time you come down.
Ruben’s hands slide up your back, then down again, gripping your ass and spreading you wider. The car windows are already fogging up. He leans forward, sucking on your neck, then your collarbone, leaving marks while you ride him.
“Faster,” he demands, voice thick. “I want to feel you bounce on it.”
You do. You plant your feet on the car seat and start riding him properly, up and down, ass clapping against his thighs. The wet sounds are obscene. Squishing, slapping, your slick coating his entire shaft and dripping down to his balls. Every time you slam down, his cock hits that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
“Fuck, Ruben...your dick is so deep,” you gasp, head thrown back.
He smirks, that cockiness flash in his eyes. “Aaiii Caralhooo!”
His dirty talk is relentless. He tells you how tight you are, how wet, how he can feel your pussy fluttering around him. He reaches between you and rubs your clit in tight circles with his thumb. Your moans get louder, bouncing around the car.
You lean forward, changing the angle, and he groans deep. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on it. Use my cock.”
The car is rocking now. Steady, rhythmic thumps as you ride him harder. Your tits are bouncing in your top. He yanks it up so he can watch them, then leans in and sucks one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you clench around him.
You’re getting close already. The build-up from the concert, the way he filled you so perfectly, his voice, his hands...everything.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, grinding down harder, clit dragging against him with every stroke.
“Do it,” he growls against your skin. “Cum on my dick. Let me feel it.”
You shatter. Hard. Your pussy clamps down on him, pulsing, gushing slick all over his cock and thighs. Your legs shake, vision going blurry as the orgasm rips through you. Ruben doesn’t stop moving, he fucks up into you through it, prolonging it, drawing it out until you’re gasping and trembling.
But he’s not done. Not even close.
He grabs your hips tighter and starts thrusting up harder, taking control. The wet slaps get louder, faster. He’s fucking you like he owns you, deep and relentless.
“Again,” he says. “I want another one before I fill you up.”
You’re sensitive, almost too sensitive, but you keep riding, chasing it. His thumb stays on your clit, rubbing steady. The car smells like sex, your pussy, his cologne, sweat.
He pulls you down for a messy kiss, tongues sliding, biting your bottom lip. “You’re dripping all over my balls, baby. Such a messy girl for me.”
You cum again, harder this time, crying out into his mouth. Your pussy milks him so tight he curses in Portuguese, hips stuttering.
“Foda-se....gonna cum,” he warns, voice strained. “You want it inside?”
“Yesyesyes! fill me up, Ruben. Please.”
He buries himself deep and lets go. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, pulse after pulse. You feel every single one, the warmth spreading, the way his cock twitches as he empties himself. He groans long and low, face pressed against your neck, hands gripping your ass so hard you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow.
You stay like that for a minute, both breathing heavy, his cock still buried inside you, cum slowly leaking out around where you’re connected.
He kisses your shoulder, softer now. “Good fucking girl.”
jesus fucking christ there's just something about single ruben that tickles my brain in all the right spots im not alright
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Hi could you do rúben dias ig stories please? 🫶🏻
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yes i absolutely can!! he’s so cute, like golden retriever vibes haha. keep the requests coming bby’s!! 🥹 please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to the r. dias taglist!
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whatever man
Alex had always been obsessed with Ruben Dias—the Manchester City beast, all muscle, confidence, and that unbreakable defender vibe. But obsession turned weird when Alex stumbled on some shady dark web experiment: a serum that could turn your body into sentient alien goo, letting you slip into someone else's form and take control. "Fuck it," Alex thought, downing the vial in his dingy apartment. His skin tingled, then melted, his bones liquifying into a shimmering, translucent slime—pulsing with life, hungry for a host.
The goo that was Alex slithered across the city, guided by instinct toward the Man City training ground. It was post-session, the sun dipping low, and Ruben was alone in the locker room, fresh from drills. Inspired by those pics Ruben posted—sweat-soaked black compression shirt clinging to his ripped chest and abs like a second skin, camo shorts riding up his powerful quads, orange boots kicked off beside the bench. His dark hair matted, beard trimmed sharp, body glistening under the fluorescent lights. Ruben peeled off the shirt, revealing those chiseled pecs and a trail of hair leading down to his waistband. He tugged at the camo shorts, letting them drop, his thick cock flopping free—semi-hard from the adrenaline rush, veiny and uncut, the tip slightly flared like an invitation.
The goo pooled on the floor, inching closer, vibrating with excitement. Ruben didn't notice, stepping into the shower stall, hot water cascading over his bronze skin, steam filling the air. He soaped up, hands roaming his body—scrubbing his broad shoulders, down his abs, then gripping his dick for a quick stroke, grunting as it thickened in his palm. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, mixing with the suds.
That's when the goo struck. It surged up the drain, reforming into a tendril, slick and eager. Ruben leaned against the tile, eyes closed, jerking slowly—his cock now fully erect, 8 inches of throbbing meat, balls heavy and swinging. The goo targeted the tip, slipping into the urethra like liquid silk. Ruben gasped, his hand freezing mid-stroke. "What the fu—ahh!" The invasion was electric— the goo pushing in, stretching the sensitive opening, filling his shaft inch by inch. It felt like the best blowjob mixed with something forbidden, pleasure spiking as the slime coated his inner walls, pulsing against his prostate from inside.
Ruben's knees buckled, his free hand slapping the wall for support. "Oh shit... feels so... good?" Confusion mixed with ecstasy as the goo flooded deeper, worming through his veins, hijacking nerves. His cock twitched wildly, leaking more pre as the tendril expanded, making his dick swell even bigger, veins bulging. The goo reached his balls, seeping into the sacs, making them churn with alien heat—cum production ramping up unnaturally. Ruben moaned loud, hips bucking involuntarily, fucking his own hand as the possession took hold.
Deeper it went, up through his core, wrapping around his spine, infiltrating his brain. Flashes of Alex's memories merged with Ruben's—childhood games, trophy lifts, now twisted with Alex's fantasies of being the star. Ruben's eyes rolled back, body convulsing in orgasmic waves without cumming yet. "No... get out... fuck, yes!" Contradicting groans escaped as the goo dominated, synapses firing with pure bliss. Finally, the last of the slime absorbed, Ruben's body went rigid—then relaxed, a smirk curling his lips that wasn't his own.
From that day, "Ruben" played like a demon on the pitch, but off it? Alex lived the dream—fucking fans in secret, flexing in mirrors, owning every inch of that athletic frame. The goo had won.
