Footie RPS Ficlet: A Sister's Gift (Ronnie/Arjen, NC-17)
A Sister's Gift - Chapter 3/3
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Arjen Robben
Warning: I guess I have to mention that there is RIMMING.
Summary: A couple of rather upsetting gifts for Arjen's birthday turn out to be fun in the end.
Author's Note:
It's based on the kinky photomanips I did and the RPG pairing.
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
Dedicated to leetje. *squishes*
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
~ Part 1 ~
~ Part 2 ~
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Cristiano was taking an awful lot of time. How long could he need to strip off and get into that little piece of clothing? Drumming his fingers on his thighs he waited a couple more minutes but nothing happened. All he heard was the rustling of clothes and a loud sigh. His lover wasn’t stalling now, or was he?
“You finished yet, Cris?” Arjen asked, wondering if his suspicion was right.
“Yeah, I am.” Cristiano replied, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
“Why don’t you come out then?”
“I look like a freak,” Cristiano said, still staying behind that wall of paper and wood not wanting to reveal himself.
“Come on now,” Arjen purred, trying to coax him out. “I bet you look gorgeous.”
There was another sigh and then Cristiano finally stepped out from behind the folding screen. Arjen had been right; this was definitely a sight to behold. He had picked a black leather mini-skirt and a collar for the Portuguese and Cristiano looked absolutely stunning in it.
The leather skirt was hugging Cristiano’s hips tightly, showing off the smooth and muscular thighs of the Portuguese. Letting his gaze travel upwards he marvelled over Cristiano’s well defined abs, no matter the training he had tried his abs had never started to look like that. Arjen licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to run his tongue all over that tanned skin.
With a smug smile he noticed Cristiano’s nipples harden. So he was still able to turn him on by just looking at him? This definitely proved to be fun.
However judging by the look on Cris’ face the Portuguese clearly felt otherwise.
Cristiano crossed his arms, covering his chest and looked down. No, this wouldn’t do, not at all. Arjen got up from the bed and walked over to him. He couldn’t take it when his boyfriend looked like a beaten puppy even though he knew it was just an act.
Placing his fingers under Cristiano’s chin he made him look up. “Giving me the tortured puppy act won’t get you out of the clothes, Cris” Arjen said, running his hands over Cristiano’s bare chest. “You look too good in them.”
Cristiano glared at him but didn’t say a word. Arjen knew how much Cris hated it when his little trickery couldn’t help him out of uncomfortable situations. Still Arjen was willing to compromise; he unfastened the choker around Cristiano’s neck and slipped it on himself.
“You do like this kinky sort of stuff?” Cris said, cupping his face with one hand and brushing his thumb over his bottom lip
“Maybe...” Arjen said, flicking his tongue over the tip of Cristiano’s thumb. “Right now I would rather know if you are wearing something beneath that little skirt of yours?”
“Oh, you are just trying to distract...” Cristiano started but the words turned into a low moan as Arjen’s fingers had found their way beneath the leather skirt, cupping his lover’s sac.
“Naughty, naughty, going commando,” Arjen said, letting his forefinger brush over that spot right behind Cristiano’s balls which he knew drove him crazy.
And he was right; Cristiano growled at him, grabbed his head and crushed their mouths together. Gods, Cris kisses always took his breath away, getting him rock hard in the blink of an eye, especially when they were all teeth and tongue like now.
Cristiano nipped and sucked on his bottom lip, before letting his tongue delve deep into his mouth and this time it was him who moaned. He would love to let Cris take the upper hand now but the Portuguese was a merciless tease and he didn’t feel like begging to come right now.
Drawing back and parting from their lip lock, he curled his fingers around Cristiano’s cock stroking and squeezing him just how he knew he liked it.
“More?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Cristiano’s cock, spreading the droplets of pre-come that had already formed.
“Yes,” Cristiano moaned and closed his eyes.
“Get on the bed then,” Arjen said, nodding his head towards it. He walked over to a small cabinet, opened a drawer and took out a small tube. As he turned around he saw Cristiano opening the belt of the skirt and he crossed the distance between them in two strides.
“No, leave it on.” Putting his hands over Cristiano’s he stopped his lover from opening the belt. He had not gone through all the coaxing and convincing to see Cris get rid of his nice little outfit just yet.
To his surprise Cristiano just shrugged, shoved the remaining card boxes from the bed and crawled onto it, presenting Arjen with a nice view of his leather clad arse.
“Do you intend to just stand there and watch?” Cristiano asked, waggling his behind and giving him a mischievous grin.
He shook his head and laughed. “You little tease.”
“So?” Cristiano purred, and arched his back making the skirt ride up a little, revealing his firm buttocks.
That was enough teasing for Arjen; he got on the bed and gave Cris a soft slap on his arse. “Move up to the headboard, pony boy.”
Cristiano growled at him but did how he was told. So his lover was indeed in a teasing mood, that was fine with him but this time he would do the teasing not Cris.
Arjen ran his fingers down Cristiano’s spine till he reached the leather skirt, pulling up the fabric he exposed his lover completely and nudged his thigh between Cristiano’s legs.
He didn’t need to voice his request to have Cristiano spread his legs; Cris got the hint and complied immediately.
“Good boy,” Arjen said, stroking over the firm flesh and spreading Cristiano’s arse open. He could feel Cris quiver in anticipation beneath his hands. Oh yes, he hadn’t done this in a while and Cristiano never asked him for it even though he knew that the Portuguese loved it.
Slowly lowering his head he flicked his tongue against the tight ring of muscles, drawing a gasp from Cristiano. He circled the opening before stabbing against it, revelling in the taste and scent that was purely Cristiano. He had never understood why none of Cristiano’s previous lovers had ever done this for him. Prissy’s the lot of them.
Judging by the mewling noises and the squirming it was quite clear how much the Portuguese enjoyed his ministrations.
“Arjen… please…” Cristiano moaned, pushing back and trying to impale himself on Arjen’s tongue.
“Please what?” Arjen asked, knowing exactly what Cris wanted from him but he loved to make him say it. Cristiano never seemed comfortable to tell him what he wanted; Arjen had to push him to the brink to get him to say it.
“Fingers… inside of me…”
Arjen drew back, sucked the forefinger of his left hand into his mouth wetting it, only to press the tip against the puckered flesh again. There was barely any resistance and he could easily slide his whole finger inside. He shifted and while his finger teased and stretched Cristiano he sucked and nipped on the sensitive flesh of his lover’s left buttock.
Cristiano’s moans grew steadily louder as his finger grazed over the sensitive spot deep inside the Portuguese. Inserting another digit he kept on sliding them in and out, he knew Cristiano was close when he saw him reaching for his cock, fisting himself. Leaning forward he licked over his lover’s balls, sucking on them lightly and that was all it took.
“Arjen… oh god…” Cristiano gasped, and Arjen felt him clench around his fingers.
Pleased with himself, he sat up; shifting over Cristiano he pressed his lips to the sweaty neck of his lover. “We are not done yet.”
Reaching for the small tube he uncapped the lubricant, spread some of the colourless gel onto his fingers and began slicking himself up. He hissed as the cool liquid came into contact with the hot and sensitive skin of his cock. But he didn’t mind, if anything it helped him to cool off somewhat. Getting Cristiano off had brought himself very close to the edge too.
He rubbed his glistening prick teasingly over Cristiano’s cleft before pressing the tip against the puckered opening. Inch by inch he watched his cock slide into the tight and slick heat of Cristiano’s arse, groaning out at the delicious sensations.
Gripping Cristiano’s hips he pulled back only to thrust in again, gods he would never get enough of this. He had never thought that topping would feel this good, till Cristiano had showed him that it indeed did.
His thrusts got harder and faster as Cristiano encouraged him with those little mewling noises that simply drove him crazy. And it didn’t take him long before he experienced the familiar tingling feeling in his stomach that spread like a burning heat from his lower belly right down to his sac.
Letting go of Cristiano’s hips he leant forward, the latex shirt rubbing over the sweaty skin of his lover’s back, as his thrusts become erratic. Gods, he was so close and when Cristiano clenched around him, it all got too much. With a loud moan he threw his head back and spilled his seed deep inside his lover’s body.
Cristiano’s arms gave out under the combined weight of them, and he slumped down onto the Portuguese, pressing him into the soft mattress underneath.
Arjen was still breathing heavily when Cris nudged an elbow into his ribs.
“You are crushing me,” the Portuguese complained.
“Sorry.” Slowly he slipped from Cristiano and rolled off of him. Cris turned to him and he gave him a lazy smile. But before Arjen had a chance to fully come to his senses, Cristiano jumped from the bed, slid out of the leather skirt, he was still wearing and threw it across the room.
“Sit up!” Cristiano growled, glaring down at him. “I want you out of that thing, now!”
Oh oh, there was the fiery temper of the Portuguese again and at the moment he didn’t feel like messing with him. Sitting up, Cristiano helped him to get rid of the tight rubbery garment not caring if he ripped it to shreds in the process.
But when Arjen reached for the collar around his neck, Cristiano slapped him on his arm.
“You might wear that.” Cristiano said and nodded. “I like that on you.”
Arjen raised an eyebrow at him. “You like me wearing a collar?”
Cristiano crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to him. “Yes, I do.”
“Interesting,” Arjen said, brushing his fingers over Cristiano’s arm. “What about those nipple clamps?”
His response came in form of a pillow which was slapped into his face. Alright, that probably meant no... for the moment.
It didn’t mean he would give up trying.
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by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Arjen Robben
Warning: I guess I have to mention that there is RIMMING.
Summary: A couple of rather upsetting gifts for Arjen's birthday turn out to be fun in the end.
Author's Note:
It's based on the kinky photomanips I did and the RPG pairing.
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
Dedicated to leetje. *squishes*
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
~ Part 1 ~
~ Part 2 ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cristiano was taking an awful lot of time. How long could he need to strip off and get into that little piece of clothing? Drumming his fingers on his thighs he waited a couple more minutes but nothing happened. All he heard was the rustling of clothes and a loud sigh. His lover wasn’t stalling now, or was he?
“You finished yet, Cris?” Arjen asked, wondering if his suspicion was right.
“Yeah, I am.” Cristiano replied, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
“Why don’t you come out then?”
“I look like a freak,” Cristiano said, still staying behind that wall of paper and wood not wanting to reveal himself.
“Come on now,” Arjen purred, trying to coax him out. “I bet you look gorgeous.”
There was another sigh and then Cristiano finally stepped out from behind the folding screen. Arjen had been right; this was definitely a sight to behold. He had picked a black leather mini-skirt and a collar for the Portuguese and Cristiano looked absolutely stunning in it.
The leather skirt was hugging Cristiano’s hips tightly, showing off the smooth and muscular thighs of the Portuguese. Letting his gaze travel upwards he marvelled over Cristiano’s well defined abs, no matter the training he had tried his abs had never started to look like that. Arjen licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to run his tongue all over that tanned skin.
With a smug smile he noticed Cristiano’s nipples harden. So he was still able to turn him on by just looking at him? This definitely proved to be fun.
However judging by the look on Cris’ face the Portuguese clearly felt otherwise.
Cristiano crossed his arms, covering his chest and looked down. No, this wouldn’t do, not at all. Arjen got up from the bed and walked over to him. He couldn’t take it when his boyfriend looked like a beaten puppy even though he knew it was just an act.
Placing his fingers under Cristiano’s chin he made him look up. “Giving me the tortured puppy act won’t get you out of the clothes, Cris” Arjen said, running his hands over Cristiano’s bare chest. “You look too good in them.”
Cristiano glared at him but didn’t say a word. Arjen knew how much Cris hated it when his little trickery couldn’t help him out of uncomfortable situations. Still Arjen was willing to compromise; he unfastened the choker around Cristiano’s neck and slipped it on himself.
“You do like this kinky sort of stuff?” Cris said, cupping his face with one hand and brushing his thumb over his bottom lip
“Maybe...” Arjen said, flicking his tongue over the tip of Cristiano’s thumb. “Right now I would rather know if you are wearing something beneath that little skirt of yours?”
“Oh, you are just trying to distract...” Cristiano started but the words turned into a low moan as Arjen’s fingers had found their way beneath the leather skirt, cupping his lover’s sac.
“Naughty, naughty, going commando,” Arjen said, letting his forefinger brush over that spot right behind Cristiano’s balls which he knew drove him crazy.
And he was right; Cristiano growled at him, grabbed his head and crushed their mouths together. Gods, Cris kisses always took his breath away, getting him rock hard in the blink of an eye, especially when they were all teeth and tongue like now.
Cristiano nipped and sucked on his bottom lip, before letting his tongue delve deep into his mouth and this time it was him who moaned. He would love to let Cris take the upper hand now but the Portuguese was a merciless tease and he didn’t feel like begging to come right now.
Drawing back and parting from their lip lock, he curled his fingers around Cristiano’s cock stroking and squeezing him just how he knew he liked it.
“More?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Cristiano’s cock, spreading the droplets of pre-come that had already formed.
“Yes,” Cristiano moaned and closed his eyes.
“Get on the bed then,” Arjen said, nodding his head towards it. He walked over to a small cabinet, opened a drawer and took out a small tube. As he turned around he saw Cristiano opening the belt of the skirt and he crossed the distance between them in two strides.
“No, leave it on.” Putting his hands over Cristiano’s he stopped his lover from opening the belt. He had not gone through all the coaxing and convincing to see Cris get rid of his nice little outfit just yet.
To his surprise Cristiano just shrugged, shoved the remaining card boxes from the bed and crawled onto it, presenting Arjen with a nice view of his leather clad arse.
“Do you intend to just stand there and watch?” Cristiano asked, waggling his behind and giving him a mischievous grin.
He shook his head and laughed. “You little tease.”
“So?” Cristiano purred, and arched his back making the skirt ride up a little, revealing his firm buttocks.
That was enough teasing for Arjen; he got on the bed and gave Cris a soft slap on his arse. “Move up to the headboard, pony boy.”
Cristiano growled at him but did how he was told. So his lover was indeed in a teasing mood, that was fine with him but this time he would do the teasing not Cris.
Arjen ran his fingers down Cristiano’s spine till he reached the leather skirt, pulling up the fabric he exposed his lover completely and nudged his thigh between Cristiano’s legs.
He didn’t need to voice his request to have Cristiano spread his legs; Cris got the hint and complied immediately.
“Good boy,” Arjen said, stroking over the firm flesh and spreading Cristiano’s arse open. He could feel Cris quiver in anticipation beneath his hands. Oh yes, he hadn’t done this in a while and Cristiano never asked him for it even though he knew that the Portuguese loved it.
Slowly lowering his head he flicked his tongue against the tight ring of muscles, drawing a gasp from Cristiano. He circled the opening before stabbing against it, revelling in the taste and scent that was purely Cristiano. He had never understood why none of Cristiano’s previous lovers had ever done this for him. Prissy’s the lot of them.
Judging by the mewling noises and the squirming it was quite clear how much the Portuguese enjoyed his ministrations.
“Arjen… please…” Cristiano moaned, pushing back and trying to impale himself on Arjen’s tongue.
“Please what?” Arjen asked, knowing exactly what Cris wanted from him but he loved to make him say it. Cristiano never seemed comfortable to tell him what he wanted; Arjen had to push him to the brink to get him to say it.
“Fingers… inside of me…”
Arjen drew back, sucked the forefinger of his left hand into his mouth wetting it, only to press the tip against the puckered flesh again. There was barely any resistance and he could easily slide his whole finger inside. He shifted and while his finger teased and stretched Cristiano he sucked and nipped on the sensitive flesh of his lover’s left buttock.
Cristiano’s moans grew steadily louder as his finger grazed over the sensitive spot deep inside the Portuguese. Inserting another digit he kept on sliding them in and out, he knew Cristiano was close when he saw him reaching for his cock, fisting himself. Leaning forward he licked over his lover’s balls, sucking on them lightly and that was all it took.
“Arjen… oh god…” Cristiano gasped, and Arjen felt him clench around his fingers.
Pleased with himself, he sat up; shifting over Cristiano he pressed his lips to the sweaty neck of his lover. “We are not done yet.”
Reaching for the small tube he uncapped the lubricant, spread some of the colourless gel onto his fingers and began slicking himself up. He hissed as the cool liquid came into contact with the hot and sensitive skin of his cock. But he didn’t mind, if anything it helped him to cool off somewhat. Getting Cristiano off had brought himself very close to the edge too.
He rubbed his glistening prick teasingly over Cristiano’s cleft before pressing the tip against the puckered opening. Inch by inch he watched his cock slide into the tight and slick heat of Cristiano’s arse, groaning out at the delicious sensations.
Gripping Cristiano’s hips he pulled back only to thrust in again, gods he would never get enough of this. He had never thought that topping would feel this good, till Cristiano had showed him that it indeed did.
His thrusts got harder and faster as Cristiano encouraged him with those little mewling noises that simply drove him crazy. And it didn’t take him long before he experienced the familiar tingling feeling in his stomach that spread like a burning heat from his lower belly right down to his sac.
Letting go of Cristiano’s hips he leant forward, the latex shirt rubbing over the sweaty skin of his lover’s back, as his thrusts become erratic. Gods, he was so close and when Cristiano clenched around him, it all got too much. With a loud moan he threw his head back and spilled his seed deep inside his lover’s body.
Cristiano’s arms gave out under the combined weight of them, and he slumped down onto the Portuguese, pressing him into the soft mattress underneath.
Arjen was still breathing heavily when Cris nudged an elbow into his ribs.
“You are crushing me,” the Portuguese complained.
“Sorry.” Slowly he slipped from Cristiano and rolled off of him. Cris turned to him and he gave him a lazy smile. But before Arjen had a chance to fully come to his senses, Cristiano jumped from the bed, slid out of the leather skirt, he was still wearing and threw it across the room.
“Sit up!” Cristiano growled, glaring down at him. “I want you out of that thing, now!”
Oh oh, there was the fiery temper of the Portuguese again and at the moment he didn’t feel like messing with him. Sitting up, Cristiano helped him to get rid of the tight rubbery garment not caring if he ripped it to shreds in the process.
But when Arjen reached for the collar around his neck, Cristiano slapped him on his arm.
“You might wear that.” Cristiano said and nodded. “I like that on you.”
Arjen raised an eyebrow at him. “You like me wearing a collar?”
Cristiano crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to him. “Yes, I do.”
“Interesting,” Arjen said, brushing his fingers over Cristiano’s arm. “What about those nipple clamps?”
His response came in form of a pillow which was slapped into his face. Alright, that probably meant no... for the moment.
It didn’t mean he would give up trying.
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