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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You didn't sit with Ruben on the bus ride home. He sat up front, you in the back and Hannah in the middle. He was on your mind though, the fact that he probably rubbed one off to the video you sent him.

It was wrong of you to lie to him like this, yes. But telling him the truth now, how would that go? The best thing to do was to let your conversation thread on tinder die, stop replying to his messages all together.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

You were the last person off the bus. Ruben helped the chauffeur unload everyone's bags.

"Do you need a ride home?" He asked, as the two of you were the last ones to leave the stadium parking lot.

"I..."

You probably shouldn't. You definitely shouldn't.

"Yes, Ruben. Thank you."

It was a quiet car ride home. Still, you enjoyed it, being near Ruben. With him you felt at home, more than in your own home.

"I'm home!"

Stepping into the apartment, the stench of alcohol hit you like a punch to the gut. The floor was sticky beneath your feet. You discovered your dad and his friends sprawled across the living room, unconscious and inebriated. You clenched your fists, struggling to control the fury welling up inside of you. How could he put his own selfish desires before his family?

"Dad?" You tried calling, but he only grunted in response.

"Dad, I'm home?"

You approached him, stirring his limb body. That seemed to do it.

"Y/N?" He said groggy, eyes slowly coming to. "What are you doing here, where have you been?"

You frowned. "Dad, I told you that..."

You paused, hearing a faint cry coming from your room. Wasting no time you sprang forward, heart pounding in your chest. You swung the door open to find Mimi, standing there with a stranger. The man's unsteady steps and glassy eyes revealed his intoxicated state.

What was she doing here? She wasn't supposed to be here.

"Y/N!" Mimi cried out, relief washing over her face. "I'm scared, he won't go away."

Panic struck within you. Your protective instincts surged forth like a tidal wave. Fury intertwined with concern, you stepped between Mimi and the stranger, ready to defend your sister. You surveyed the situation, noticing the man's unkempt appearance and the smell of alcohol emanating from his breath. Anger burned within you, fueling your determination to protect your sister at all costs, scooping her up in your arms, gathering her things.

With your voice trembling, you returned to the living room, Mimi in your arms.

"How could you?"

You spoke directly to your dad, hoping he could hear your last words to him, even in his stupor.

"How could you leave us like this, vulnerable and unprotected? You were supposed to be our role model, our support." Tears welled up in your eyes, voice cracking. "We deserve better than this."

Regret briefly flickered across his face before it was replaced by the numbing effect of alcohol. You knew that your words were being swallowed by the void of his addiction. However it didn't matter anymore, he didn't matter anymore.

You rushed downstairs, to Amin and his family, knocking on their door.

"Y/N, are you okay?" It was Amin who opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight of your tears.

"Can we stay here please?" All the emotions seemed to well up inside of you, years of suffering spillning over uncontrollably.

"Y/N..." Amin sighed. His wife appeared behind his shoulder, they both looked tired.

"Like I told your aunt when she tried to drop your sister off at our doorstep, my family and I can't put up with this no longer. What your father is doing, we want no part of it, I'm sorry."

"Wait, who was here to drop off Mimi?"

"Your aunt?" He said. You understood that he meant Mimi's aunt. She too had abandoned Mimi, without telling you.

"Fuck!" You said, sprinting downstairs.

Amin and his wife called after you but you ignored them. It was just you and Mimi now, you were on your own.

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Ruben must have been getting ready for bed because he did not look dressed to leave the house anytime soon.

"Y/N."

He opened the door, frowning at the sight of you with Mimi curled up in your arms.

"I...I..." You choked on your own words, your whole body trembling. "I didn't know where else to go."

He rushed you inside without hesitation, unhanding Mimi from you. To your suprise she neither fought or screamed at him, she just settled in his arms, clinging onto his neck as he carried her inside.

God what had she been through? You could only think of the worst.

"I should call my uncle." He said, returning from the guestroom where Mimi was put to sleep.

"No." You protested.

"No?" He frowned. "Y/N if I could decide I think we should call the police. The least we could do is call my uncle, he will know what to do."

"No." You repeated, rubbing the side of your head where you felt a headache coming on.

"Y/N, please. I think..."

"Ruben stop." You put a hand up, preventing him from coming to console you. It may look like you were crying but it was more so out of the trembling rage you felt within. "I'll figure this out myself, I always do."

"Y/N, you don't have to go through this yourself."

You shook your head. "You don't know anything about me."

You hated it, how he looked at you with pity in his eyes, as if you were a helpless little girl like Mimi.

"Y/N." He whispered, continuing to approach you with slow steps.

You shook your head, but it was getting hard to hold in the tears.

"Come here." He whispered and that did it for you, his gesture of stretching out his arms, welcoming you into his safe embrace.

Your forhead knocked against his chest, your arms wrapping around his large frame.

"It's gonna be okay, don't worry I'm here for you. It's gonna be okay."

Maybe it was his comforting words whispered against the top of your head, or his strong arms around your body. Maybe it was all of it, that made you perk up and surprise him by pressing your lips against his.

He flinched, his arms letting go of your body.

"Y/N?"

You stood watching him, how his eyes searched your face trying to make sense of it all.

"I'm sorry, I..." He shook his head objecting your actions. "I'm sorry we can't. You're my...I'm your...Y/N you're upset."

"I'm not, I'm angry."

"Your sister...she needs you, no?"

Despite his protests you could tell that the kiss had its effect on him.

"She's asleep."

"Y/N." He sighed. "You don't want me, you're just upset."

"How do you know?"

You stepped up to him, making his muscles clench with the closing gap between you.

"Maybe I've wanted you all along."

You thought of the fake Tinder profile, about the video you sent him last night, the video that made it hard for him to go to sleep, literally.

"I...we can't." He sighed.

"Ruben."

You were close enough to touch him now. You were touching him as he sat slumped down agsinst the armrest of the living room sofa.

You stood between his legs, your hands pressing down on his thigs.

"I should have figured that it was you." He chuckled.

"That who was me?" You bent down, forhead knocking against his.

"Christina 25." He muttered.

"You knew?"

Ruben raised his head, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Well, you told me that you found my tinder profile didn't you? I figured that you and the other girls were having a laugh about, that's something like creating a fake profile would appeal to you. Christina appeared around the time that you and I were having probles in training, no?"

"Are you upset?" You were still standing close to him, your hands on his thighs.

He shook his head. "Upset, no. Angry, a little. I could lose my job you know, for the stuff I've sent you. But somthing tells me that this is what you want?"

"No."

He chuckled, "No?"

"No."

"What do you want from me then?"

You felt his hands on your hips, slowly railing you in. Soon you stood pinned against him, his hands resting on the curve of your ass.

"Ruben I..."

You gasped when the smell of him and the feel of him all came to you at once. He had bent down to kiss your neck, the flat of his hand pushing up against your shoulder blades.

"Ruben." You cried.

He was lost. His mouth exploring the line of your jaw, moving on to lick your bottom lip.

You hands cupped his face, resisting the way he was lunging forwards, eager to have you, to taste you.

Your shirt came off as his fingers curled at the hem of it, pulling the fabric over your head.

He stood, forcing you to tilt your head up and look at him.

"Ruben."

His eyes were dark, with a glossy vail, making it impossible for you to know what he desired from you.

"Bedroom." He grunted. A hand on your shoulder ordered you in the right direction.

Closing the door behind him, Ruben gathered you in his arms, your back pressed to his front, his mouth latching onto the crook of your neck. His hand then slipped downwards, past the flat of your belly, his fingers slipping between the gap of your pants.

"Ruben please."

Your head fell back against his shoulder. He groped you blindly, grunting in your ear as you squealed whenever his fingers curled somewhere below, sliding between the wet folds between your legs.

"Ruben please!" You gasped, almost losing your footing as your legs trembled with the creeping orgasm.

"Fuck."

He kept on pleasing you until you slumped down against his chest, sighing in relief of your first orgasm. You turned around to face him, unsure what his stiff expression meant. Perhaps he was regretting where this was going. He kept up this persona until you supported yourself against him, descending to the floor to sit on your knees.

He watched your every move, his jaw clenching as you pulled down his sweats along with his underwear, his leaking erection now staring you in the face.

"Fuck." He wheezed. As your hand clenched around his stem, welcoming his dinasaur into your warm mouth.

He grunted and groaned, with the swirling your tounge did around his tip. He too struggled with his footing as your head moved vigorously, desprerate for him to feel as good as he had made you feel.

"Y/N."

He wouldn't let you finish though, his hand cupped your face to raise your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

He smiled down at you, his thumb stroking your cheek. You tried taking him into your mouth again, however he really wouldn't let you.

"Ruben." Displeased, you pouted your lips.

He chuckled at this.

The smell of him warmed your insides as he knelt down beside you, bringing you to lay down on the floor. There he would go on to strip you of the rest of your clothes.

"Oh, so we're doing this here?" You chuckled, as his weight got on top of you pressed your back against the cold floor.

"I want you to feel my cock in your belly." He groaned.

You moaned, unprepared for what that actually felt like.

He heaved his body over you, placing himself between your trembling thigs. Your ass slapped against the hardwood floor as his hips thrusted against you, his dick digging deeper into you than you could've imagined.

"Fuck Ruben."

He silenced your muffled cries by putting his mouth against yours, kissing you deeply, to the point where you had to gasp for air.

"Ruben, I can't..."

His thrusts were aggressive. Increasing in pace as you tried to hold onto somthing, anything. But there were no bedsheets on the floor and so you clinged onto Ruben's shoulders, nipping at his skin with your teeth as you slipped under, letting him penitrate you to the point of his cum dripped down your inner thigh.

"I'm not upset, I'm angry." These were the only words that could describe the way Ruben fucked you that night. Like a man upset, but not angry.

Whatever that meant.