Footie RPS Ficlet: A Sister's Gift (Ronnie/Arjen, PG)
A Sister's Gift - Chapter 1/3
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Arjen Robben
Summary: A couple of rather upsetting gifts for Arjen's birthday turn out to be fun in the end.
Author's Note:
I decided to split this into three chapters.
Rating will go up from PG to NC-17.
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, though I'm not sure if she will like it.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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Arjen opened the door and was about to call out ‘Honey, I’m home!’ just to wind Cristiano up, as he unexpectedly tripped over a bag in the middle of the entrance hall and landed on his knees. Cursing loudly he got to his feet again and rubbed his aching knees. He glared at the bag like it was the most offending thing in the world. And then he frowned, he hadn’t seen that bag before and he was quite sure that Cristiano did not have pink handbags.
So that meant they had a guest or guests? Cristiano hadn’t mentioned that someone would visit them today. Which in itself was weird, as he usually always told him when someone would come over, so why hadn’t he today? Oh well, Arjen shrugged, probably an unexpected visitor or something.
Pulling off his jacket he walked into their living room, the first thing he noticed was that no one seemed to be around. But if they had guests, where were they? As if to answer his question he heard laughter coming from the upper floor. This was getting stranger by the minute, upstairs was nothing besides the bathroom and the bedroom.
The bedroom… no, Arjen shook his head, Cristiano wouldn’t. But still there was this icy feeling creeping into his stomach as he slowly made his way up the stairs. Again he heard voices; they were getting louder and then a bang like something being thrown.
Arjen frowned, that was definitely Cristiano who was shouting and it wasn’t English, he was yelling in Portuguese. And there was the other voice again; it sounded like a woman’s. As the invisible icy hand clenched around his guts, he realized something, he knew that voice. He was sure he had heard it somewhere before. If only he could remember where.
And then it hit him and he shook his head over his own stupidity. If he was right there was nothing he would have to worry about as Cristiano wouldn’t do anything with her.
As much as he could hear they were arguing, no scrap that, they were yelling at each other. And just as he had reached the end of the stairs, the bedroom door flung open and out came the woman in question. Arjen breathed a sigh of relief, he had been right it was Katia one of Cristiano’s sisters.
Her face was flushed and she looked quite enraged. But the moment she spotted him, her face lit up and she smiled brightly at him.
“Olá, Arjen.” She walked over and pulled him into her arms, kissing him on the cheek.
When Arjen drew back and was about to ask, why she and her brother had argued, she cut him off.
“My brother is an idiot,” she said, shaking her fist in the direction of the bedroom. “I just wanted to give you a nice surprise.”
Puzzled Arjen frowned at her, a surprise? Oh right, probably for his upcoming birthday. But what sort of surprise could have spawned a fight between Cris and her?
“All ruined now as Cristiano won’t play along,” Katia continued, looking rather disappointed.
Arjen still had no clue what the whole drama was about, but before he had a chance to question her further, she hugged him again.
“I’ve got to go now,” she said, glaring at the open door. “Do me a favour and spank the little idiot.”
“But…” Arjen never got a chance to finish his sentence, as Katia just waved and made her way down the stairs.
Rubbing his neck and being more than a bit irritated he entered the bedroom. Cristiano was standing in front of the windows his back to him, arms crossed in front of his chest. That did not bode well.
“What the hell was that all about?” Arjen asked, moving up behind his lover and encircling his waist.
Cristiano huffed, stepped out of his embrace and waved towards their bed, on which he noticed a huge pile of boxes in various shapes and sizes.
“My sister has gone mad,” Cristiano said, walking over to the bed and lifting up one of the items from a cardboard box. “She wanted me to wear this.”
Arjen quirked an eyebrow and stepped closer. The thing Cristiano held between his fingers looked like a leather thong, no that couldn’t be. But further inspection showed that it indeed was. So that was what had upset Cristiano so much, leather underwear? He couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
“Yes, I told her you would laugh when you see it,” Cristiano exclaimed, a look of utter disgust showing on his face. “I’m not wearing stuff like that… no!”
Arjen’s chuckle turned into full blown laughter, which in return earned him a glare from Cristiano. God, this was so typical for Cris.
“It’s not the thong that makes me laugh,” Arjen said, still snickering. “It’s your expression and the way you are holding it. Like it’s going to bite you.”
Unfortunately Cristiano didn’t seem to find that funny at all, his posture and expression clearly telling that he was still upset. Sighing Arjen walked over to him, cradled his face with both hands and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Really, Cris you should lighten up a bit,” Arjen said, drawing back and brushing his fingers soothingly over the Portuguese’s back. The only reaction he got was a snort and a pout.
“She just thought it would be a nice surprise for me,” He went on, rubbing in circles over the tense muscles of his lover's back.
Again Cristiano snorted, shaking his head Arjen let go of him and turned towards the bed eyeing the packages. Reaching out he slowly opened the lids; silently admitting to himself that he was indeed rather curious what else they contained.
He hadn’t even time to pick up the nifty studded collar he found in the second box as Cristiano made an impatient noise behind his back. Arjen turned his head and saw the Portuguese tap his foot giving him another of his trademark glares.
Now it was him who slowly got annoyed about the whole situation. Couldn’t he even look without getting chided for?
“Don’t be such a prude, Cris.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cristiano walk around to the opposite side of the bed but chose to ignore him for the moment.
“Fine… then you go and wear it.” Cristiano suddenly said, and Arjen dropped the collar out of surprise.
He couldn’t have heard that right; Cristiano hadn’t just dared him or had he? As he looked up he saw the challenging look his lover gave him and his lips curled into a devilish smile. “And what do I get if I do?”
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TBC…
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Arjen Robben
Summary: A couple of rather upsetting gifts for Arjen's birthday turn out to be fun in the end.
Author's Note:
I decided to split this into three chapters.
Rating will go up from PG to NC-17.
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, though I'm not sure if she will like it.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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Arjen opened the door and was about to call out ‘Honey, I’m home!’ just to wind Cristiano up, as he unexpectedly tripped over a bag in the middle of the entrance hall and landed on his knees. Cursing loudly he got to his feet again and rubbed his aching knees. He glared at the bag like it was the most offending thing in the world. And then he frowned, he hadn’t seen that bag before and he was quite sure that Cristiano did not have pink handbags.
So that meant they had a guest or guests? Cristiano hadn’t mentioned that someone would visit them today. Which in itself was weird, as he usually always told him when someone would come over, so why hadn’t he today? Oh well, Arjen shrugged, probably an unexpected visitor or something.
Pulling off his jacket he walked into their living room, the first thing he noticed was that no one seemed to be around. But if they had guests, where were they? As if to answer his question he heard laughter coming from the upper floor. This was getting stranger by the minute, upstairs was nothing besides the bathroom and the bedroom.
The bedroom… no, Arjen shook his head, Cristiano wouldn’t. But still there was this icy feeling creeping into his stomach as he slowly made his way up the stairs. Again he heard voices; they were getting louder and then a bang like something being thrown.
Arjen frowned, that was definitely Cristiano who was shouting and it wasn’t English, he was yelling in Portuguese. And there was the other voice again; it sounded like a woman’s. As the invisible icy hand clenched around his guts, he realized something, he knew that voice. He was sure he had heard it somewhere before. If only he could remember where.
And then it hit him and he shook his head over his own stupidity. If he was right there was nothing he would have to worry about as Cristiano wouldn’t do anything with her.
As much as he could hear they were arguing, no scrap that, they were yelling at each other. And just as he had reached the end of the stairs, the bedroom door flung open and out came the woman in question. Arjen breathed a sigh of relief, he had been right it was Katia one of Cristiano’s sisters.
Her face was flushed and she looked quite enraged. But the moment she spotted him, her face lit up and she smiled brightly at him.
“Olá, Arjen.” She walked over and pulled him into her arms, kissing him on the cheek.
When Arjen drew back and was about to ask, why she and her brother had argued, she cut him off.
“My brother is an idiot,” she said, shaking her fist in the direction of the bedroom. “I just wanted to give you a nice surprise.”
Puzzled Arjen frowned at her, a surprise? Oh right, probably for his upcoming birthday. But what sort of surprise could have spawned a fight between Cris and her?
“All ruined now as Cristiano won’t play along,” Katia continued, looking rather disappointed.
Arjen still had no clue what the whole drama was about, but before he had a chance to question her further, she hugged him again.
“I’ve got to go now,” she said, glaring at the open door. “Do me a favour and spank the little idiot.”
“But…” Arjen never got a chance to finish his sentence, as Katia just waved and made her way down the stairs.
Rubbing his neck and being more than a bit irritated he entered the bedroom. Cristiano was standing in front of the windows his back to him, arms crossed in front of his chest. That did not bode well.
“What the hell was that all about?” Arjen asked, moving up behind his lover and encircling his waist.
Cristiano huffed, stepped out of his embrace and waved towards their bed, on which he noticed a huge pile of boxes in various shapes and sizes.
“My sister has gone mad,” Cristiano said, walking over to the bed and lifting up one of the items from a cardboard box. “She wanted me to wear this.”
Arjen quirked an eyebrow and stepped closer. The thing Cristiano held between his fingers looked like a leather thong, no that couldn’t be. But further inspection showed that it indeed was. So that was what had upset Cristiano so much, leather underwear? He couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
“Yes, I told her you would laugh when you see it,” Cristiano exclaimed, a look of utter disgust showing on his face. “I’m not wearing stuff like that… no!”
Arjen’s chuckle turned into full blown laughter, which in return earned him a glare from Cristiano. God, this was so typical for Cris.
“It’s not the thong that makes me laugh,” Arjen said, still snickering. “It’s your expression and the way you are holding it. Like it’s going to bite you.”
Unfortunately Cristiano didn’t seem to find that funny at all, his posture and expression clearly telling that he was still upset. Sighing Arjen walked over to him, cradled his face with both hands and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Really, Cris you should lighten up a bit,” Arjen said, drawing back and brushing his fingers soothingly over the Portuguese’s back. The only reaction he got was a snort and a pout.
“She just thought it would be a nice surprise for me,” He went on, rubbing in circles over the tense muscles of his lover's back.
Again Cristiano snorted, shaking his head Arjen let go of him and turned towards the bed eyeing the packages. Reaching out he slowly opened the lids; silently admitting to himself that he was indeed rather curious what else they contained.
He hadn’t even time to pick up the nifty studded collar he found in the second box as Cristiano made an impatient noise behind his back. Arjen turned his head and saw the Portuguese tap his foot giving him another of his trademark glares.
Now it was him who slowly got annoyed about the whole situation. Couldn’t he even look without getting chided for?
“Don’t be such a prude, Cris.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cristiano walk around to the opposite side of the bed but chose to ignore him for the moment.
“Fine… then you go and wear it.” Cristiano suddenly said, and Arjen dropped the collar out of surprise.
He couldn’t have heard that right; Cristiano hadn’t just dared him or had he? As he looked up he saw the challenging look his lover gave him and his lips curled into a devilish smile. “And what do I get if I do?”
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TBC…