Summary - A six part series where reader is a very passionate football player and Ruben is her new and equally passionate football coach. However, the two of them can't seem to get along.

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It was getting out of hand now. You told your teammates that you've deleted your fake Tinder profile, however, that was a lie. You had to lie, especially since the message thread between you and Ruben had totally escalated. He was asking you personal questions now, about your favorite color, about your plans for the future. Christina 25, as your fake profile was called, liked to ski in the alpes in December, read heavy books in front of a fire and oh, devour juicy eggplants in the evening.

Ruben didn't hold back on details about himself either. He had reaveld that he was coaching a women's team, that his favorite animals were dogs and that he'd have you crying out his name after five minutes in bed with him.

It was all getting very out of hand. But you couldn't stop yourself from replying to every last one of his messages.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?"

You were snapped out of another set of daydreams and of course he had to be the one to snap you out of it.

"I said, do you need help with your bag?"

"My what?"

You were a bit confused, standing before the team bus. The team had a series of away games coming up and you had spent the previous days stressing over who was gonna look after Mimi when you were gone. Eventually you got a hold of her aunt, who said she could take her for the two nights that you would be away. This lifted a huge weight off your shoulders, allowing you to focus on the games ahead and Ruben....who still stood waiting to help the chauffeur load your bag onto the bus.

"My bag, yes!" You shuffled it his way, quick to get on the bus and hide your face.

"Ladies listen up!"

"Hold up everyone, coach has got a speech." The girls laughed.

Ruben was the last person to step on the bus.

"I'm just setting some ground rules." He said.

"Lay it on us coach!"

"Well firstly, we have two important games ahead of us. We're in the middle of the knock out stages and the rules are simple, if we win we stay, if we lose we go. With that being said, all I'm asking is for all of you to be on your best behavior this weekend. Even if we're staying at a fancy hotel this is not a vacation, we have a job to do, am I clear?"

The girls let out displeased groans. "Can't we at least hang around the pool, or enjoy the all you can eat breakfast buffet?"

"Look, I'm not your parents, but if I were, I would ask you to make smart choices this weekend, alright?"

"Yes daddy!" Someone mumbled.

You sat back with your headphones on, the rocky movment of the bus on the verge of putting you to sleep.

"Y/N, will you switch seats with me?"

It was Hannah, your teammate, interrupting your zen.

You removed your headphones. "What?"

"I get road sick. But I can't sit all the way up front. It's making me dizzy. Can we switch seats so I still have eyes on the road?"

"Fine." You sighed and gave up your seat.

No one wants to sit up front with the chauffeur, no one but....

"Y/N?". Ruben was suprised to have you appear at his side. He had also been wearing headphones, but were quick to remove them at the sight of you.

"Is this seat taken?" You asked. "Hannah doesn't want to get road sick but I don't want to sit next to the driver so..."

It took him a second to comprehend. "Oh, right. Yes." He removed his bag, placing it between his legs, making room for you to plot down next to him.

"Thanks."

You hadn't been this close to him since your last one on one during practice. The smell of him returned to your nostrils, but with less grass and more aftershave this time. It was still a homily smell, a smell that made you want to lean closer to him, however, you probaly shouldn't.

"I heard coach went on a cruise to the Bahamas." You said, initiating the obligated small talk between the two of you.

"My uncle, yes. Him and his buddies got the senior citizens discount."

"Just tell him to stay off the buffé table."

Ruben chuckled, followed by a comfortable silence between the two of you as you surrendered to the movment of the bus.

"How's your sister?" He asked, breaking the silence, picking up where you left off. But only because you had offered him half of your protein bar. To your surprise he hadn't declined.

"She's staying with her aunt this weekend, so that's good."

He nodded, "Good."

"Ruben there's somthing I got to..."

A sudden commotion in the back of the bus stopped you from telling him the truth. You were gonna do it. Ruben should know that it's you who had been messing with him on Tinder. But only because you weren't messing with him. You really liked Ruben. Really really liked him.

"It's Hannah." One of your teammates said, running up the aisle towards you and Ruben. "She threw up coach, what should we do?"

Ruben looked to you and you looked to him. He seemed sorry not being able to finnish the conversation between the two of you.

He sighed getting up and out of his seat.

"Driver, stop the bus!"

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Arriving at the hotel, Ruben ordered for everyone to go to bed early.

"We'll have a light practice session ahead of the game in the evening tomorrow." He said.

You would go on to win that game, 2-0. With you scoring the first goal and assisting the second one. You won the next game the day after that, 3-1. However you failed to score a goals and missed a crucial penalty.

"Y/N, are you coming?" Sarah asked. She had been your roommate for the weekend. Ruben allowed for the team to celebarte your latest victory as long as you stayed close to the hotel. However, you weren't in the mood to celebarte anything. That penalty you missed really got to you and so you rather stay in for the night.

"Nah, I'm good." You said.

"Suit yourself." She shrugged, leaving you to your computer and bag of crisps. Princess and the frog, that movie should get your mind off things. You fell asleep half way through it though, the buzzing of your phone pulling you out your slumber. A notification from Tinder, from Ruben 26 to be exact.

Just the sight of his name made you sit up in bed, a new found energy within you. You looked to the bed next to yours, Sarah hadn't returned yet. Why was Ruben still up? Was he out celebrating with the others? Tapping to open the message thread, you smiled at what was written.

Ruben: "Had a tough day today. Could use a hug."

Christina: "Me too actually, wish you were here."

In that moment you really meant it. If Ruben would've come knocking, you wouldn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face against his abs.

Looking down, phone buzzing in your hand, you received another message from him.

Ruben: "We should meet sometime?"

Christina: "That's probably a bad idea."

Ruben: "Why?"

Christina: "I don't think you would like me as much in real life."

Ruben: "Won't know until I found out."

Christina: "I'm sorry Ruben, I just can't."

Ruben: "Don't sweat it, I get it. Tell me why you needed a hug today?"

You typed the message but hesitated to send it. Then you went back and refrased it.

Christina: "I made a made a mistake and let people I care about down."

Ruben: "Everyone makes mistakes, so what?"

Christina: "Not me. I don't want to."

Ruben: "Then you don't want to be human."

He was being sweet, too sweet, you thought. You convinced yourself that that is why you did what you did. Because Ruben was being sweet to you and you wanted to thank him.

You pulled the bed covers off your legs, revealing your missmatched socks. You then raised your hips to roll your oversized t-shirt up and above your waist, the flashlight on your phone finding the bright red of your panties. You clenched it harder in your hand, your phone, eventually setting up the camera and pressing record. The video only lasted thirty seconds, but it was enough to show your hand slip down your panties, causing your legs to stir. You hesitated reviewing the footage before pressing send, but once you saw that Ruben recived the short snippet, you were curious to know how it came out. It was hot, too hot, you thought, regretting having pressed send. Mostly because you hadn't been aware of the noises you were making in the background, the muffled up moans and quiet whimpers that left your mouth as your hand rubbed your clit.

A slight panic followed, perhaps Ruben would recognize the sound of your voice, not that you've moaned in his ear before.

Ruben is typing...

"Oh, no." You gasped, as the vibration of your phone announced just that. Ruben had seen the video and now he was responding. It was a short response, short but clear.

Ruben: "Fuck Christina! How am I supposed to go to bed now that my dick is hard? Shame on you!"

You bit your lip, beaming at the screen.

Christina: "Oops, my bad. Hopefully you can take care of that big big problem."

You shut your phone and hid under the covers after sending that message. You had to. Your relationship with Ruben had officially entered strange waters, no point of return.