Sergio Ramos - Disagreements
*WARNING: Extreme smut and foul language. If you find this context disturbing or offending please avoid reading.*
“They hate me, Sergio!” I exclaimed, placing my purse on the kitchen counter while following him through the living room. “No, they don’t.” My Fiance repeated for the fifth time, keeping his back to me as he climbed up the stairs. “They couldn’t be more obvious about it. Especially your mother! She might as well ring me up and say it in my presence! My son can do better, (Y/N)!”
“Stop,” Sergio sighed, running low on patience as he changed into a pair of sweat pants and a plane white shirt. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop the images from tonight’s dinner from constantly repeating themselves in my memory, taunting me.
Annabel, Sergio’s mother, kept her hazel eyes on her plate, avoiding my gaze with everything in her. She poked at her food, not placing a single bite into her mouth throughout the whole evening while her husband, Jose, nagged at her to eat something but she refused every time, shooting me a glare in the process. I had become so uncomfortable and at one point I excused myself to the restroom, finally able to breathe. On my way back to the dining room, I overheard Ann complaining to her husband about my presence. “Why did he have to bring her?” Her tone was laced with disgust, making me stop dead in my tracks just around the corner. “She’s his Fiance, Annabel. Their getting married soon and you’re going to have to accept that.” “But I don’t want to!” She protested, childlike. “My boy can do so much better than that horrid girl… I liked Pilar better than her!” “Annabel you hated Pilar!” Jose chuckled. I held back a sigh while swerving into the living room where Sergio sat, clueless. “Babe?” I mumbled, approaching him warily. He seemed irritated. Maybe his mother said something while I was gone? “Hm?” He kept his gaze on the television. “Can we go home now? I’m tired.” I lied. “Yeah, okay,” He nodded, almost eager to get away from his parents. After gathering our things, Sergio and I bid his parents our farewells and made our way to his car. The ride home became a vortex to hell the moment I asked for an explanation to his sour mood. He began getting defensive, rambling things that didn’t make sense and soon enough we were on the subject of his parents.
“(Y/N) enough, alright?” He climbed into bed, tucking himself in. “I have a big game tomorrow and I really need to rest. We’ll talk about this later.” His tone was dismissive and I knew better than to object. Maybe talking about things after we’ve both calmed down would be the best solution.
I only fell asleep at 7 AM, too distracted by my thoughts to get a bit of shuteye. Due to that, I only woke up at 6 PM. Sergio was gone and I was pretty sure the game had already finished by now. Why the hell didn’t he wake me up? I promised I’d go to that game with him!
A loud slam of a door sounded from downstairs, startling me. “Sergio?” I called out, tiptoeing out of bed in my pajama shorts to come face to face with an extremely angry Sergio. He shot me a glare before shuffling into our bedroom and stripping to nothing but boxers. I watched silently as he pulled a white towel out of the drawer, contemplating whether to speak to him or let him be.
“How was the game?” I finally gathered the courage to ask.
“Like shit, thanks for asking,” He scoffed sarcastically. So that’s why he’s angry…
“I’m sorry baby,” I walked over to him, ready to offer some comfort only for him to back away. The pout on my lips turned to a frown real quick, and I retreated the hand halfway to his shoulder, dropping it right back to my side. “What’s your problem?” I grumbled, already aggravated.
“What’s my problem? What’s my problem! My problem is that my fiance was too busy sleeping to come and cheer me on! My mind was with you during the whole game and I defended like shit!”
“I couldn’t sleep last night–” I began to explain only to be cut off by him.
“Right! Because you were too busy arguing with me about my parents, who were by the way there to support me when you weren’t.” He snapped. There was no point in arguing with him when he was at this state, and I know that very well, but I couldn’t stop the next words from tumbling out my mouth; “Oh, so now you want to talk about your parents? Let’s discuss this, then!”
Sergio spun around to face me, completely forgetting about his shower. He threw his towel to the side before taking three long strides in my direction, jaw clenched tightly. “Go ahead. Talk.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re getting married in seven months and your mother still hasn’t accepted our relationship! She’s comparing me to your ex girlfriends all the time and pointing out my flaws, hoping you’d see them just as clearly as she does. She doesn’t even bother hiding her sour attitude around me and I just don’t understand how that could go unnoticed by you when–” Sergio’s lips attacked mine in a rough kiss, silencing me midway and I found myself gasping at the sudden tingle running through my stomach. He slammed me against the wall, his hand pinning mine over my head as he pulled away for air. “You never shut up, do you?”
“Sergio don’t–” My protest was cut short when he shoved his free hand down my shorts and panties, inserting a finger into me. “Stop talking,” He hissed, attacking my neck with hard kisses, sucking and biting harshly, marking his territory. A loud moan forced its way out my lips and I unwillingly caved into him, holding myself up by leaning onto his shoulders while his fingers pumped in and out of me at a fast pace. My legs shook with pleasure, and before I could speak a word, I came all over his fingers.
Sergio pulled out, bringing both fingers up to his lips. He sucked on them teasingly, easily arousing me with such actions. I was speechless to say the least– not that I had a chance to speak anyway. I could barely comprehend what was going on when his rough hand shoved my clothing articles down along with his and plunged himself into me without a slight warning.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my hands gripping at his shoulders for balance. His wild thrusts and fast speed left me gasping for air, unable to mumble a correct word. He filled me up with adrenaline, hitting at all the right spots, just the way I like and I swore to myself I wouldn’t be able to stand straight for a good two days. “You like that?” He growled into my ear, voice as husky as ever while he plunged in and out of me mercilessly.
“Y-yes,” I moaned loudly, tilting my head back in pure bliss.
“Does this please you, (Y/N)? Does this make it worth my mothers constant nagging?” He planted a sloppy kiss below my ear, keeping his face so very close to my neck. “Sergio,” I whimpered, nearing my high. “Tell me this makes it worth the while,” His voice came out a mixture of a plea and a demand. “You make it all worth the while,” I reassured, panting heavily. “I’m so close baby.”
Sergio’s teeth sunk into my shoulder blades, informing me that he was close as well, and in that moment my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came all over his erection, gasping in relief. He reached his climax only second after, but kept himself inside me until he regained his composure. The two of us exchanged glances, not having to speak a single word in order to understand each other. That was all it took to get him smiling again.
Finally! This took me so long! Sorry if its shit im literally forcing my eyes open rn lmao