#rodrigo riquelme imagine

[the-offside-rule]

Rodrigo Riquelme (Atheltico Madrid) - Falling For You

Requested: no

Warnings: none

The summer sun bathed Madrid in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the city as the day stretched into evening. Rodrigo Riquelme, now a rising star at Atletico Madrid, leaned back in his chair in the living room of one of his teammates, drinking up the bottles of Estrella Galicia. The lively hum of the city outside and the excited chatter amongst his friends had served as the perfect backdrop for his thoughts, which inevitably drifted to her. His mind always drifted to her

Y/n

They had met years ago, when they were just kids. They were two promising talents in the Spanish junior squads. Rodrigo, with his flair and creativity on the pitch, and Y/n, who played with a precision and fire that made her a force to be reckoned with in the Barcelona Femení. Their connection had been instant, a bond forged in the shared intensity of their training sessions and the countless hours spent together during youth camps. As the years passed and their careers took them in different directions, their paths rarely crossed outside of the national team camps. She in Barcelona, he in Madrid. It seemed they were always just a few hundred kilometers apart, close enough to imagine, but too far to see regularly. The texts they once sent regularly became spontaneous, and it stayed that way until the next summer.

Summer was different. Summer brought with it a sense of freedom, a chance to reconnect with friends and memories from a time before professional obligations took over. Every summer, Rodrigo wondered if this might be the summer they'd find a way to spend more time together, and every summer, the opportunity never seemed to present itself. Until now.

Rodrigo was the first of his teammates to leave the house. He was meant to do a recovery session tomorrow and he wanted to do it eearly and get it over and done with. "Vamos, todos saldremos esta noche, únete a nosotros. No nos quedaremos mucho tiempo." Antoine, his french colleague said. Night had fallen, and the city had come alive with its usual vibrancy and Rodrigo couldnt help himself. Something was telling him to head out. And so, Rodrigo headed out with his team and decided to hit the town for a night out. It was rare for him to let loose, especially during the season, but summer provided a brief respite, a chance to unwind. They settled on a popular club in the heart of the city, a place known for its lively atmosphere and good music.

As they approached the entrance, Rodrigo’s eyes were drawn to a familiar figure standing under the neon lights. Y/n. She was standing with a group of friends, laughing at something someone had said. The sight of her sent a rush of emotions through him, ones he had tried to push down for years. But seeing her now, looking so effortlessly beautiful, brought everything back. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should approach, but before he could decide, she looked up and their eyes met. Her face lit up in recognition, and she waved him over with an excited grin.

“Rodri!” She called out, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. “What are you doing here?” She grinned, pulling him in for a hug. “Just out with some friends.” He replied, trying to keep his tone casual. “Same. It’s been too long! You should join us.” Rodrigo’s heart skipped a beat at her invitation. This was what he had always hoped for; a chance to reconnect, even if just for a night. “I’d love to.” Inside, the club was packed, the music loud and the lights flashing in time with the beats. They found a corner where they could talk without shouting over the music, and soon, they were deep in conversation, catching up on everything they had missed in each other’s lives.

Rodrigo couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was even more captivating than he remembered. There was a warmth in her eyes, a confidence in her smile that drew him in completely. “Do you remember that time in the junior squad-” Y/n said with a laugh. “When we snuck out after curfew to get churros?” He chuckled, nodding. “I do. We were almost caught by the coaches, too.” Y/n's hand rested on his thigh. “Yeah, but we ran so fast, I think we could have beaten our own records that night.” Rodrigo looked down to her hand. Scars from times boots had trambked them, her nails slightly longer and painted with a fresh French tip. "You okay?" She asked, noticing he has zoned out. "Of course, I think the drink is just starting to hit." He chuckled.

As the night progressed, the drinks flowed, and the group moved to the dance floor. Rodrigo wasn’t much of a dancer, but with Y/n, it was different. They moved in sync, caught up in the music and the atmosphere around them. At one point, she pulled him closer, her smile playful. “You’re not too bad at this, Rodri.” She winked. “Not as good as you." He replied, his voice low, the proximity making his heart race. He spun her around, but as she got dizzy, she fell into him. His arm wrapped around her waist as his free hand found their way to hers. She placed her hand gently onto his shoulder and danced along with him. "No me tientes." He murmured into her ear. "No estoy tratando de." She replied innocently. "No eres un angelita."

"No?Qué soy yo entonces, Roro?" She rasped as she swayed her hips into him. A lazy grin appeared on his lips. "Eres un mal pensamiento en mi cabeza." Her gaze guided down to his lips and back to his eyes. "Lo siento, Roro." Both her hands hung around his neck and shoulders as she swayed out of him lazily. "No te disculpes. No me importa tenerte en mi cabeza." Their lips brushed against one another, one wrong move and they would be touching.

The night seemed to stretch out forever, yet passed in a blur at the same time. They danced, they laughed, and for the first time in a long while, Rodrigo felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them. As the club began to wind down, Y/n suggested they get some fresh air. “How about we grab something to eat? I’m starving.” Rodrigo nodded eagerly, happy to extend their time together. “There’s a McDonald’s not too far from here. Let’s go.”

They walked through the quiet streets of Madrid, the city now more serene after the high energy of the club. The neon signs of McDonald’s welcomed them, and they placed their orders with the casual ease of old friends. They found a table in a quiet corner and settled in with their food. The atmosphere was relaxed, comfortable, but Rodrigo could feel a nervous energy building inside him. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, but it was more than that—he was tired of holding back what he felt.

"So, how is barcelona treating you?" He asked, sipping his milkshake. "Treating me well. I think Chelsea wants to buy me though." She shrugged. "I don't mind where I go." Rodrigo placed his milkshake onto the table. He swallowed hard. She was going to leave for good if she ended up in Chelsea. No more random house visits when he would be playing anywhere near her. He wouldn't have the chance. "Why would you move to London?" He asked. "Maybe the boys are nicer there." She replied, melancholy lacing her words. "What's wrong with the boys here." She couldn't bring herself to answer. She was drunk, yes, but not drunk enough to ramble on about her feelings for him. She looked down to the tray in front of her, fries sprawled over it.

“Y/n-" He began, his hand taking her's. “What's wrong with the boys here?" She looked up at him, her eyes curious but encouraging. “They're nothing like you." He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “Then just love me. Just fall in love with me. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember." Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything, just looked at him as if processing his words. Rodrigo felt the world stop, waiting for her reaction.

“You don't have to say anything-” He paused, his thumb now rubbing her soft skin. “But it’s true. Every summer, I hoped we’d have more time together, and every time we did, it just made it harder for me to forget how I feel about you.” Y/n was silent for what felt like an eternity, and Rodrigo’s nerves began to fray. But then she smiled, a soft, almost relieved smile, and reached across the table to caress his cheek. “Rodri-” She said quietly. He hummed in response. "I think you'd should tell me this when you're sober." His eyebrows scrunched. "I don't have the courage without the alcohol. At least if you reject me now, I can blame the drink." He squeezed her hand. "Run away with me." She chuckled. "What? Move to Atletico?"

"Exactly." She blinked a few times, taking in his suggestion. "Roro, I couldn't. I won't. I love Barcelona too much to do that." She replied. "But, if they do intend on selling you, I am begging you move to Atletico." She bit back a smile. "Let me think about it." Rodrigo looked down to her lips and without thinking, he leaned across the table and kissed her. It was a gentle, tentative kiss, as if testing the waters, but when she responded, it deepened, turning into something that spoke of all the years of longing and unspoken feelings.

When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they smiled. "Is that enough time for you to think?" She shook her head. "I need a little more time, but as for this-" Y/n paused, her hand still holding his. "I don't need to think about this at all." Rodrigo smiled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “I'd hoped you wouldn't."

They stayed there, talking long into the night, making plans, sharing dreams, and basking in the newness of a love that had been years in the making. The city outside continued to hum with life, but for Rodrigo and Y/n, time seemed to stand still in that small corner of the world.

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The next morning, as the sun began to rise over Madrid, Rodrigo and Y/n found themselves walking back to their hotel, hand in hand. The city was just waking up, the streets slowly filling with people starting their day, but for the two of them, it felt like a new beginning. As they reached her hotel, Y/n turned to him with a smile. “This summer is going to be different, isn’t it?” Rodrigo nodded, his heart full. “Yeah, it is. And I can’t wait to see where it takes us.” They shared one last kiss before parting ways, knowing that this was just the start of something beautiful. As Rodrigo walked back to his hotel, he couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long time, everything was exactly as it should be.

[sports-on-sundays]

idk if you’re taking requests but could you do a fluff with rodrigo riquelme where him and the reader enjoy a rainy day indoors

rainy days / Rodrigo Riquelme

Summary: sunny!Rodrigo x girlfriend!cloudy!reader - A little bit of rain won't stop you and Rodri from having a fun day together. Fluff so sweet it might rot your teeth.

Warnings: thunder & lightning

Requested?: Frick yes!

Author's Note: My friend, I'm so happy someone requested for him that I probably actually blushed when I opened my inbox and saw this. I am your certified no. 1 Roro girlie, here at your service! 🫡

Just as you enter the living room where Rodrigo has been waiting for you for the last half hour to finish getting ready, it starts raining.

"Nooo!" you whine, your hands going to your face in dismay. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Rodrigo sets down his phone, frowning, looking out the window. "And it looks like it won't be stopping anytime soon... Look at all those dark clouds over there!" He leans back at an angle to get a better view.

You plop down next to him, crossing your arms, and murmur, "And I got all dressed, too, in this brand new dress. Now I have to go change, since we can't even go out..."

"Hey, wait," Rodrigo says, turning to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. "You don't have to go change. You look lovely in that dress."

"Don't be silly. It's a sundress. I'm not going to be wearing a bright yellow sunny sundress when it's pouring outside and we're stuck indoors!"

"Aw!" he grins, his eyes sincere. "Why not? I'm here, and I think you look adorable in it. I'm certainly impressed, even though you took an hour and a half getting ready."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am!" he laughs, pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheek, like he's snuggling with a teddy bear. "I'm so glad you decided to wear that dress, rain or shine!"

"Well..." you smile softly, blushing deeply. "I was hoping you'd think it's pretty."

"See?" he grins. "I do, so there's nothing to worry about. And I'm sure we can find plenty of fun things to do inside. Come on!" He grabs your hand, pulling you up to stand with him.

He leads you to the dining room, where he has your picnic blanket and lunches on the table. You click your tongue in disappointment. "We can't even have our picnic."

But Rodrigo looks at you with cheery eyes. "Sure we can!"

"Rodrigo, it's pouring!"

"We can have it inside!"

You frown, crossing your arms, and say bluntly, "That's stupid."

"No, it's not. Come on." He picks up the lunch and goes to the living room. He lays out the soft blanket on the floor and lays the food out. "No reason we can't have it right here. Here- and I'll open the windows, too, for some fresh air."

"Wait, no-" you suddenly say nervously, sitting down on the blanket.

He stops with his hand on the window's handle. "Why not?"

"I..." you hesitate, before continuing softly "What if it turns into a lightning storm...?"

Rodrigo smiles softly. "Then I'll close them. We'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"One hundred percent," he chuckles, opening the windows. As he sits down next to you and begins taking out the food, you have to admit, the breeze does feel nice, and you like the sound of the rain outside.

So you sit together and eat your indoor picnic, and once you finish, Rodrigo lays down and pulls you down with him, murmuring, "Wanna just cuddle?"

"Sure," you chuckle. You have a very cuddly boyfriend.

So you just lay together, arms around each other. You rest your cheek against his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair, and you both stay silent, just contently listening to the pattering of the rain falling outside.

Suddenly, though, there's a loud crack of thunder, and you flinch, letting out a little squeal, and automatically take two fistfuls of the soft pullover sweatshirt Rodrigo is wearing.

He chuckles softly, leaning away a bit to look at you. "You scared?" he asks teasingly, but also softly.

"Can- Can you just close the windows please?"

He smiles and nods, before hopping up to do so. Once they're closed, he asks, "You're scared of thunderstorms?"

You pout a little, sitting up on the blanket. "Maybe."

"Aw," he grins. "Cutie."

You lick your lips, rolling your eyes, and cross your arms. "Whatever."

But suddenly, lightning flashes, and you jump again, biting your lip nervously, before tucking your knees to your chest and resting your face in your arms.

"Hey, hey," Rodrigo says gentler, sitting next to you. "It's okay..." He wraps his arms around you, which does add a lot of comfort. After a while of him just holding you, he says, "Hey, why don't we do something to get your mind off it? Why not play a board game or something?"

You swallow and nod, before clearing your throat and saying, "Alright. Sounds good to me."

He nods. "M'kay. You wait here; I'll be right back with a board game for us to play, yeah?"

You nod, and he's off. But only for a moment, because soon he's back with a Sorry! box in his hands. He sits down next to you, and you're just beginning to take the board out of the box when suddenly, there's another loud crack of thunder, and a second later, the room goes black.

"Rodri!" you gasp, clinging to him, burying your head in his chest.

He laughs softly and rubs your back. "It's okay. The electricity just went out, is all... There's nothing to be scared of... I'm right here..." he soothes gently.

The fact that Rodrigo knows you also have a fear of the dark- that's really not helping your situation. "But... what if... I don't know..." you sigh, leaning away. "How are you not scared?"

He shrugs with a little smile. "I like storms. And there really is nothing to be scared of. The chances of lightning hitting us is so incredibly low, there's no reason to worry."

"But..."

"Hey." He gently tilts your head up to meet his sincere eyes, which you can just barely see in the dark room, with the electricity now out. "Chin up, princess. Your crown is falling," he teases.

You sigh with a nervous smile and nod.

"And do I look scared?"

You frown. "No."

"Then there's no reason for you to be scared, either."

You pout. "That's not fair for you to say. You're, like, a footballer and travel and stuff. You do scary things all the time."

He grins. "Have I ever been killed playing football? Have I ever been killed flying in a plane or driving in a bus? Clearly not, because I'm sitting here right now looking at the most beautiful girl in the world. So what makes you think that we're going to get killed in a thunderstorm?"

You shrug with a more genuine smile. "Nothing."

His grin widens. "There you go. Besides, I think we're far too important to get killed in such a dumb way as getting struck by lightning. You know? I think we've got far more life to live than that."

Now you match his grin. "Alright, alright. You've won me over. Now, you're getting pretty obnoxious: just looking at me so cute, and not even kissing me or anything."

He giggles a bit and says, "Well, sorry!" before cupping your chin and leaning in for a kiss, spreading his sunny, cheery, happy-go-lucky aura around you, despite the rain and wind and thunder and lightning outside.

When he pulls away, you're about to lean in for more, but just then, he slaps his thighs and says, "Now, let me go get a candle, so we can get to playing Sorry!"

You smile softly as he walks off with a skip in his step.

Oh, Roro.

Soon, he's back with the candle. It takes him four tries and some taunting giggles from you until he's able to light the match and the candle before it going out first. When he finally does, he lets out a relieved sigh and says with a laugh, "Finally!"

"'Finally' is right! Rodrigo Riquelme, public enemy number one- when it comes to matches!"

He grins and nods, very, very, slowly and carefully setting the candle down next to the playing board, before you get playing.

You end of beating his socks off in Sorry!. "There!" you grin, setting your last piece in the 'home' tunnel. "Professional Hasbro Sorry! player right here! No, no, really, it's okay- I can give you my autograph!"

This, though it's not particularly hysterical, sends your boyfriend into a fit of laughing. He just tends to find you funnier than most people. One of his friends could say the exact same thing, and he might give a small chuckle.

And you laugh with him, because you love the sound of his laughter.

Finally, he begins cleaning up the board, a smile still lingering on his face, as he says, "Look at us. A pro footballer and a pro board game player. Power couple one hundred right here."

"You got that right," you chuckle, before a sudden, big yawn comes on you.

Rodrigo looks up with a little sparkle in his eyes. "You getting sleepy?" he asks as he closes up the Sorry! box.

You shrug, smiling back. "Dark, gloomy days make me more tired."

"Gloomy?" he asks, standing up. He holds his hand out to you, and pulls you up to stand as well. "I don't think this day has been gloomy at all."

"What do you mean? The weather is crap."

He sets the board game box on the end table by the couch, before coming back to you and linking his arms around your back, looking you straight in the eyes. "Gloomy is the last word I would use to describe seeing my gorgeous girlfriend in such a pretty dress," his voice softens, and so do his eyes as he continues, "It's the last word I'd choose for having a picnic with her- indoors or not, or getting to cuddle with her. I would never, ever say getting to joke around with you, and laugh with you, is gloomy. I think getting to spend time with you, playing a board game, is the exact opposite of gloomy, actually."

You grin and throw your arms around him. "I love you so much! You know that?"

He kisses your cheek with a loud 'mwah!' before promptly lifting you up and bringing you to the couch. "I love y-"

"Now what are we doing?"

"My goodness!" he laughs. "You don't even let me say it back!" he jokes as he lays down on the couch, letting you lay on top of him.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Say it back."

"I! Love! You!" he giggles, and in between each word pecks your lips. "Now, I think it's time for you to go to sleep, sleepyhead."

You smile, nuzzling into him. "Alright. I'm down for that."

"Good," he whispers with a content sigh, before his hands begin absently loosely braiding your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and just as you're drifting off to sleep, you feel a sleepy sigh from Rodrigo, and you're not sure if it's his voice really, or just a fragment of your sugar sweet dreams, but you perceive the soft whisper from Rodrigo murmuring, "Oh, Y/n. Whatever would I do without my Y/n?" and his soft lips kissing you goodnight.

[canirove]

Rodrigo Riquelme Imagine

Author's note: This is a request I got on Wattpad. They wanted something where you meet Rodrigo as a fan and then start a relatioship, so I've used an idea I had been wanting to use for a while but hadn't had the chance to. As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: After losing a bet with one of your friends, you now how to do wherever she asks you too. And what has been her brilliant idea? To make you sneak a little piece of paper with your phone number in the pocket of the person visiting you at work today for a fan event: Rodrigo Riquelme. (Female reader/pov)

Masterlist

“You are crazy. This is crazy.”

“Oh, shush” my friend says while she keeps writing.

“What if someone sees us? What if the one seeing us do this is our boss? They could fire us, you know? Both of us.”

“No one will notice or fire us, stop worrying” she says. “Here.”

“I'm not doing it” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Yes, you are. You lose the bet, remember?” she says, putting the little piece of paper between my arms. “You have to do it.”

“Can't we change it for something different? Like, I could clean for you during a week. A month! Or pay for your coffee. Or…”

“Or nothing. This is what I want you to do, so chop chop. The event is almost over” she says, pushing towards the crowd

“Urgh” I groan. 

It will be a silly bet, nothing serious, my friend had said. I won't make you do anything risky if I win, she had said. Yet here I am, on my way to ask Rodrigo Riquelme for a photo, and take advantage of the moment to sneak a little paper with my phone number and Instagram handle in his pocket. 

My friend obviously got inspired after seeing other girls doing it with Pedri and Gavi during fan events, but the fact that people had made fun of them after being caught, some even finding it kind of disrespectful, hasn't changed her mind about it. Not even the possibility of me getting fired if I get caught since I work at Atlético de Madrid's shop, where today's event is happening, has made her stop to reconsider her plan. 

“C'mon” she says, giving me a little push once the queue of fans in front of me starts moving. “Don't miss your chance.”

“This seriously is the worst idea you've ever had.”

“Or the best one. What if he ends up falling in love with you, marries you, and you save us all from being poor and having to work?”

“What?” I gasp.

“I was joking, relax” she chuckles. “Now focus on what you have to do.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too” she smiles.

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“Hi. Can I… We… Ummm…” I mumble when it finally is my turn.

“Take a photo?” Rodrigo smiles.

“Yes.”

“Sure. Just you or both of you?”

“Just her” my friend says. “And don't forget about the paper” she whispers in my ear before pushing me towards him.

“Thank you for your work here today, by the way” he says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

“Uh?”

“You work here, don't you?”

“I do.”

“Then organising all this mustn't have been easy” he says, looking at me.

“Oh, it… yeah” I reply, finally understanding why my friend had picked him for this crazy idea. He is so handsome. 

“Should we?”

“Should we what?”

“Look at the camera? I don't mind this view but…” he smirks.

“Oh, yes, umm… Yes” I mumble once again, feeling my cheeks on fire. 

“Perfect!” my friend says with the biggest grin once she's taken our photo. “Thank you very much, Rodrigo.”

“You're welcome” he says before turning to look at me. “It was really nice meeting you.”

“Me too. I mean, you too. Yeah. Bye” I say, giving him a quick hug while his arm still is around me and leaving the note on the back pocket of his jeans. Thank God he is wearing a pair of baggy ones and I've barely had to touch him. 

“He liked you” my friend smirks as we walk away.

“Shut up.”

“And you liked him back. Look at the colour of your cheeks!”

“I hate you.”

“Won't be saying the same on your wedding day!” she laughs as I keep walking and hide myself in the staff room, hoping to be allowed to stay there until everyone has left so I don't have to see him again. 

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“Everyone has left, the shop is basically empty” my friend says, walking into the staff room. “You can go outside if you want.”

“What I want is to go home, but I guess some has to tidy up.”

“I can do it.”

“What?”

“Yeah” she shrugs. “Besides, there is someone outside who wants to speak with you.”

“With me?” 

They saw me. Someone saw what I did with the paper, told our boss, and now they want to fire me. I'm losing my job because of a stupid bet and…

“It isn't our boss, don't worry” she chuckles. 

“What?”

“The person who wants to speak with you. It isn't our boss, you aren't getting fired.”

“Then who…”

“Go outside and you'll see” she says with a smile that I don't trust. She's hiding something, but what?

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“You!” I gasp when I walk into the shop.

“Me” he chuckles. He. Rodrigo Riquelme. He was the one who wanted to speak with me. He… what? “I believe this is yours” he says, showing me a little piece of paper. My piece of paper.

“Fuck” I say under my breath. “I'm really sorry, I… I…”

“I'm flattered.”

“What?”

“I'm flattered” he smiles. “I thought these things only happened to more famous players than me, like Gavi or Bellingham.”

“Yeah, ummm… I still want to apologise for doing it. I lost a bet with my friend and she thought it was something fun to do even though I told her it wasn't and that she was crazy and…”

“Does that mean that I can't text you? Or follow you on Instagram?”

“What?” I say again, my voice sounding all squeaky. 

“I was thinking about texting you later today. Maybe have a little chat, get to know each other a bit, convince you to come watch me play one day… those things” he shrugs. “But if you weren't serious about this…”

“No, no. I mean, yes. I mean… urgh” I say, covering my face with my hands.

“Yes or no?” Rodrigo chuckles.

“No, I wasn't serious, but yes, I would like you to text me later” I say, looking at him from between my fingers. He is smiling. That's good, isn't it?

“Ok. Then I guess I'll see you later. Or text you” he says, showing me the paper and putting it in back on his pocket. 

“Yes. I… Yes.”

“Bye.”

“Bye” I say as I watch him walk away. But when he makes it to the shop’s door, he looks back at where I am standing and waves at me, a stupid smile definitely showing on my face when I wave back at him.

“I knew it!”

“Holy mother of Jesus!” I yell. “You scared me!”

“I know” my friend says behind me. “But I knew he had like you and that you had liked him back!”

“I didn't. I don't.”

“Oh, c'mon” she laughs. “I heard everything.”

“You… seriously? That was a private conversation!”

“And I'm sorry. But I needed to have all the info for my future speech at your wedding.”

“You… urgh” I say, rolling my eyes. “Let's go tidy up. I want to go home.”

“And wait for Rodrigo's text?” she smirks.

“Urgh” I say again. 

But maybe… just maybe… she is right and I want to go home because I am a bit excited about receiving that promised text. Just a little bit, tho. 

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A few months later...

“You've gone on so many dates already… And you've met each other’s friends, and gone away on little getaways, and you wear his shirt to his games… Why hasn't he asked you yet to be his girlfriend?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask my friend as we unpack some of the new merchandising. 

“Well, it's nice to know where you stand in your relationship, you know? To know that you both are on the same page, that you both take it seriously, want the same and to be together.”

“I know we are there. I don't need a title or whatever to confirm it.”

“Oh, c'mon. Are you telling me that hearing Rodrigo introduce you as his girlfriend doesn't make you feel anything on your belly?” she smirks.

“It's just a word” I shrug.

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I'm not.”

“Yes, you are. You like how it sounds.”

“I… Ok, fine” I sigh. “I may like it a bit. But again, I don't need him to ask me.”

“That's true. This is the 21st century, you could ask him to be your boyfriend. Maybe with another note?” 

“Oh, no. No more notes. I don't want to see one of those ever again.”

“Why? You wouldn't be dating Rodrigo if it wasn't because of one.”

“I know, but… no. And let's focus on finishing with all this unpacking. I want to have time to stop by my place before going to his.”

“You want to change into your sexy lingerie for later tonight, uh?” she smirks.

“Idiot” I reply, hitting her with a bunch of bubble wrap.

“I'll take that as a yes” she laughs, this time managing to dodge me when I try to hit her again.

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“Have I told you yet that you look beautiful tonight?” Rodrigo smiles.

“A few times, yes” I smile back.

“Not enough. And you know what else is beautiful though not as much as you?”

“Tell me.”

“The moon.”

“The moon?” I chuckle.

“Yep. There is a full moon tonight that apparently is super big, and the best place to watch it is the balcony in my room. Shall we?” he says, getting up from the table where we've been having dinner and offering me his hand.

“Ok” I giggle.

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“And?” Rodrigo says, kissing my shoulder.

“It's just the moon” I shrug.

“Just the… You are hard to impress, aren't you?” he laughs.

“Not really” I say, moving on his arms until I'm facing him. “I was impressed by you, wasn't I?”

“Oh you little tease!” he laughs again, tickling me. “Anyway, should we go finish our dinner? We still haven't had dessert. Unless you want to skip it and move into the other dessert” he smirks, nodding behind him.

“Oh, so that was why you wanted to bring me here to watch the moon, uh? It was just an excuse to get me into your bed.”

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't” he shrugs. “So, dessert… or dessert? 

“What about both? First that one…” I say, nodding behind him. “And then the other one to recharge.”

“I like the way you think, my lady.”

“Rodrigo!” I laugh when he lifts me in the air and carries me to his bed. 

“As if you didn't like it when I do this” he says, moving to be on top of me once I'm laying down.

“Not as much as I like you” I smile before kissing him.

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“What the…” I say as something falls from my pocket while I get dressed. 

“Are you ready yet? We can't be late, I made a reservation for breakfast” Rodrigo says, showing up at his room's door.

“What is this?” 

“Uh?”

“This was on my jeans” I say, showing him the little piece of paper.

“I don't know” he shrugs. “Why don't you open it?”

“Rodrigo…”

“C'mon, open it” he says, trying really hard not to smile.

“Ok” I say, my hands shaking a bit for some reason. “Do you want to be my girlfriend? Yes / no” I read to myself. “Is this real?”

“Uh?”

“Rodrigo, don't play dumb.”

“I don't know what you mean” he shrugs again. “Anyway, I'll wait for you downstairs. And oh, there is a pen on that drawer over there in case you need one for whatever the reason” he winks before leaving his room.

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“Ok, I'm ready” I say, joining Rodrigo downstairs. 

“All good?” he asks me.

“Yep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Umm… yeah” I shrug.

“Ok, then” he says, getting up from the sofa where he was sitting. “But are you really really sure there is nothing you want to tell me? Or show me?”

“No.”

“Well, then let's go have breakfast” he sighs.

“Wait, Rodrigo.”

“What… Oi!” he laughs when I pinch his butt. 

“Sorry. Couldn't help myself” I say, giving him my best smile. “And you had something there.”

“What?” 

“On your butt” I say, opening his house’s door and walking outside.

“I… What?” he says with a confused look, touching it. 

“Rodrigo!” I laugh when he suddenly shows up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“That was cheeky.”

“What was?”

“Sneaking that note in my pocket? Again?”

“What note?”

“The one I left in your pocket.”

“Oh, was it you?”

“Don't tease me” he says, biting my ear and making me giggle. “But then… is it official?”

“I'm pretty sure I circled the yes, didn't I?” I say, moving to look at him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You did. But just to be sure… Can you say it aloud?”

“You'll have to ask me first.”

“Ok” he chuckles. “So, ummm… God, writing it down was easier. Ok” he says again, taking a deep breath. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I do” I smile. “I want to be your girlfriend, Rodrigo.”

“Great, cool” he says with a nervous laugh. “Cool” he says again before kissing me and kind of making it official.

We are boyfriend and girlfriend. 

[kathlare]

first steps

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Rodrigo’s growing connection takes a step forward after a quiet, intimate evening in Munich.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

September 13th, 2022 - Munich, Germany

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barcelonawagsgossip: Maybe the rumors are true after all… 🤔👀 Amelie Dayman spotted at tonight’s Barcelona vs Bayern game. Word on the street is she was seen leaving with none other than Rodrigo Riquelme himself. Could it be that the couple we’ve all been hearing about is finally making things official? 🔥

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barcafam99: WAIT, AMELIE AND RODRIGO?! I’m SHOOCKED 🤯🔥 → wagsqueen22: @barcafam99 Right?! This is giving exclusive vibes. 😏💘

soccerfanatic_77: Nah, not her leaving with him after the game. My heart’s in shambles 💔 → ameliedaymanfan: @soccerfanatic_77 SAME, but can you blame her? Rodrigo is a whole snack. 😩🍫

footballgossipfan: I knew it!! The way these two have been moving in silence… 👀

barcelonista24: I need MORE. This is too much to process in one night. 😭

checoperezfan: Oh so now we know what’s going on behind the scenes… 😬 → barcelonawagsgossip: @checoperezfan Yup, seems like this one’s been brewing for a while. 🌡️💘

futbolqueen22: I’m just saying, Rodrigo looks way happier than the last time I saw him… 😏

ameliedaymanfan01: Tbh I’m just glad to see her happy again. 🙌 → wagsfanclub: @ameliedaymanfan01 SAME. She deserves all the good vibes, tbh. ✨💖

soccerbabe23: Amelie really out here locking it down with Rodrigo 😮💅 → futbolqueen88: @soccerbabe23 honestly? She’s ALWAYS been made for this WAG life. 😂🔥

alexawolves: Hmm, wasn’t this like... just rumors like last week? 🙄

barcelonagossipgirl: Y’all really acting like this was a surprise. She’s always been in the mix 🤭

hatersgonnahate44: This is just a PR stunt. Can’t believe people are buying this. 🙄 → amelieislove: @hatersgonnahate44 Lmaooo you wish. They’re legit cute together, relax. 😏

chelseafan18: WAG alert Amelie really just jumped straight into that life 💀 → futbolfan11: @chelseafan18 And why not? She's owning it 👑

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Amelie adjusted the straps of her bag, glancing at Rodrigo as they left the restaurant. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses faded as the door closed behind them, leaving the chilly Munich air to greet them. She pulled her coat tighter around herself as they stepped out into the night. Rodrigo’s hand brushed against hers, the brief touch sending an unexpected flutter through her chest.

—Want me to drop you at your hotel?— Rodrigo asked, his voice soft but with a hint of something unspoken.

Amelie nodded, smiling. —Yeah, that sounds good.—

They made their way to the car, the city lights reflecting off the sleek black vehicle. Rodrigo opened the door for her, offering a quick smile before getting in on the driver’s side. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the evening’s events hanging in the air. Barcelona had just lost 2-0 to Bayern, and although Amelie wasn’t part of the team, she could feel the tension lingering in Rodrigo’s mood.

—Sorry about the game,— Amelie said, trying to ease the quiet that had settled between them. —I know it wasn’t the result you wanted.—

Rodrigo exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. —It’s part of the game,— he said, his tone matter-of-fact. —We’ll bounce back.—

Amelie could tell he was trying to stay positive, but the disappointment was still there, hidden behind his calm exterior. She glanced out the window, her thoughts drifting as the car moved through the city streets.

As they neared her hotel, the silence between them felt more comfortable now. Amelie could sense the growing connection between them—something light but unmistakably real. It was still new, still in that stage where everything felt like a first: first dinner, first quiet car ride, first moments spent together in the glow of a shared experience. Even the awkward moments felt warm, like something they could laugh about later.

Rodrigo slowed the car as they reached the hotel entrance, pulling to a stop. He turned to her, a small smile on his lips.

—Here we are,— he said, his voice gentle. —You want me to walk you up?—

Amelie hesitated for a second. It wasn’t that she minded being alone or that she couldn’t get to her suite on her own—it was more about the feeling that lingered between them. The pull of something not yet defined, but undeniably there.

—Yeah, I’d like that,— she said, returning his smile.

Rodrigo got out first, opening the door for her, and they walked side by side into the hotel lobby. The low hum of people talking and the soft clink of keys at the reception desk were distant noises as they made their way to the elevator. Amelie felt her heart beat a little faster as the doors closed behind them. The quiet ride up felt intimate—like time was moving in slow motion just for them.

When they reached her suite, Rodrigo followed her to the door, his hand hovering near the handle but not quite touching it. Amelie turned to him, her eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Rodrigo’s gaze softened, a mixture of warmth and something deeper.

—Amelie,— he began, his voice barely above a whisper, —I just... I’ve really enjoyed tonight. You’re... you’re something special.—

She smiled, her own heart skipping a beat. —Thanks, Rodrigo. I’ve had a great time, too.—

The words hung in the air for a moment, and before she could say anything more, Rodrigo stepped closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup her face. The gesture was slow, deliberate, like he was giving her the chance to pull away if she wanted to.

But Amelie didn’t pull away.

Instead, she closed the distance between them, and before either of them could second guess it, Rodrigo leaned in. His lips were soft but insistent, pressing gently against hers. The kiss was electric, just a simple press of lips, but it felt like everything at once. Her breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation.

When they finally pulled back, Rodrigo’s face was inches from hers. His eyes were wide, as if surprised by the intensity of the moment.

—I should’ve... asked first, I... I’m sorry,— he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Amelie interrupted him before he could continue, reaching up to place her fingers on his lips.

—Don’t apologize, Rodrigo,— she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, without thinking, she kissed him again, more firmly this time, as if to erase any doubts he might have had.

When they broke apart again, this time Amelie’s fingers lingered on his chest, her palm resting against his shirt. She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the moment felt lighter now, like something had clicked into place.

Rodrigo gave her a slow, almost amused smile. —I guess we’re on the same track, huh?— he said, his voice low and sincere.

Amelie nodded, a small laugh escaping her lips. —Yeah, I think so.—

It wasn’t the declaration of a grand, sweeping love. It wasn’t even a promise of anything more. But in that moment, Amelie knew one thing for sure—whatever this was, they were both on the same page, both moving in the same direction.

Rodrigo’s eyes darkened slightly, his smile never fading. —Well, I guess I’ll let you go then. But I’m really glad you’re here, Amelie.—

—Me too,— she whispered back, her voice soft and warm. —Goodnight, Rodrigo.—

As he turned to leave, Amelie watched him go, the quiet buzz of her heart still echoing in her chest. It was funny, she thought. She had never really expected to feel like this again—like she was standing at the edge of something new, something uncertain. But with Rodrigo, it was easy. She wasn’t sure where they were headed, but she knew she was ready to find out.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Amelie leaned against it for a moment, her thoughts scattered but her heart light. Maybe this was what she needed. Maybe this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

And with that, she finally allowed herself to smile, her fingers brushing her lips where his had just been.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 • RORO RIQUELME

summary. your brother’s annoying teammate is hard to resist when he shows off his tattoos.

warnings. smut, oral (fem receiving), weed, alcohol, and griezmann!reader.

a/n. finally wrote for my starboy. based off trust by bad gyal!

ever since you moved to madrid over ten years ago the city had managed to take you by surprise every one of those years. this year was no exception due to the high heat every day. it was a wonder you hadn’t run back home to france already. and somehow your brother had managed to throw a successful pool party with all of his teammates showing up. unfortunately, he had decided to host it in your house claiming that you had a better pool when in reality he just didn’t wanna deal with the aftermath.

you close the book you’re trying to read but you can’t make it past the first page as the sun blazes on your skin. beads of sweat form on your body for the simply act of sitting outside. you just hope that in this misery you can’t at least get a good tan. although, that thought doesn’t last long as you’re soon drenched in your own margarita. the cold drink making your exposed skin shiver. you look up locking eyes with the culprit. roro approaches you slowly with an unbuttoned t-shirt, exposing his hidden tattoos.

“shit. don’t tell antoine.” he picks up the football not even offering an apology.

“is he that scary?” you tease him.

“no he isn’t but your tantrums are.” he smirks at his words.

you look up at him making sure to cover your eyes from the sun in the process. his sudden change in demeanor interests you and you find yourself drawn to him. he’s always tried his best to get under your skin despite knowing who your brother was. he didn’t care and you admired that. carefully you place your hand on his chest slowly dragging it down until it’s placed on his rib cage tattoo.

“i’d be careful if i were you, roro. don’t forget who my brother is. better put that mouth to better use.” you offer him a smile.

“doesn’t it suck?” he places his hand on top you’re stopping it from wandering off even lower. “being second to your brother always? you can’t even threaten me without bringing him up because in reality no one cares about you. some people don’t even know you exist.”

this time you’re the one left speechless and not because of his words, in truth you didn’t care what anyone said about you, but because he’d finally been able to use cruel words to defend himself. he’s always held back never once trying to get into your bad graces. maybe it was the humid weather that made him not care anymore.

the party continued with countless plastic cups being thrown around the yard and countless splashes could be heard one after the other. yet you found yourself analyzing the brunette in the pool. fully shirtless now allowing you a view of his back tattoos. you would’ve never guessed he’d be one to ink himself by the innocent smile he wore everyday.

unbeknownst to you, your actions didn’t go unnoticed. paddy, marco’s wife, had noticed how your eyes kept wandering off to the brunette. she had tried inviting you on a brand trip for the fifth time and you’d changed the subject for a fifth time.

“i mean look at him! everyone thinks he’s this innocent little guy but he isn’t. what an asshole!” you ranted to her as she drank from her mojito.

“fuck him.” she muttered tired of him being the topic of conversation.

“exactly. if only everyone else could see what a horri-”

“no. fuck him.” she rolled her eyes.

“what?” you turned towards her trying to find out the meaning behind her words.

“it’s clear you want to sleep with him and he probably wants to as well. so do it. get it over with! i can’t hear you complain about him one more time.” she sighs.

“you can’t possibly be serious paddy?” you scoff.

“i’m never been so serious about something in my life. i’ve had hate sex with marcos all the time and it’s arguably the best sex i’ve had in my life.” she continues drinking her mojito as if what she had just said was the most normal thing ever.

“do it or some other girl at this party will.” is the last thing she says to you before she wanders off looking for her husband.

the sun is soon replaced by the moon as the hours go on and it seems your brother’s party has only grown in size. you hope your brother is sober enough tomorrow to clean after his mess because you sure wouldn’t be doing anything. your brother is lucky he lives retired from the city so you don’t get any noise complaints as the music blasts through the backyard. it’s the perfect atmosphere for a get together and a perfect atmosphere for paddy’s suggestion.

you carry your drink inside careful to avoid any spillage. you analyze everyone hoping to find the brunette and when you do you head directly towards him with no hesitation. you’re so close to him when you trip, accidentally of course, and your drink lands all over his white button down shirt. you stand up quickly looking quite concerned and confused.

“fuck i didn’t mean to sorry.” you murmur the last bit feigning innocence because you absolutely meant to spill your drink all over him. “you can borrow one of antoine’s shirts.”

“it’s fine.” he mumbles clearly annoyed at what just occurred.

“no, i’ve been mean. it’s the least i could do.” you offer a truce.

he analyzes your face for any hint of malice but doesn’t find any. a part of him wants to take your offer of help but the other part is still hesitant. ultimately he decides he doesn’t want to walk around with a wet and sticky shirt for the rest of the night. he sighs before agreeing. you quickly grab his hand before he can say anything and drag him towards the spare room.

“this one or this one?” you hold up two button downs. one is a bright shade of baby blue and the other a plain white one similar to the one you had ruined.

he chooses the baby blue button down not waiting another minute to change into it. he rushes causing two packets and a heavier material to fall out of his pockets. quickly he tries to retrieve them before you see them but you’re faster. you let out a loud exaggerated gasp at the sight of the pills and vape.

“you? no way.” you almost laugh at how surprising he was. first the tattoos, then the attitude, and now this. he was truly unpredictable. “don’t you have to take doping tests?”

“who do you think gets me cleared before matches?” he asks as he grabs the pills and the vape from your hand. although, you manage to take the vape back noticing what it contained. you inhale.

“my brother.” you exhale causing the smoke to invade his face. “does he give you the weed too?”

“just give it back.” he holds his hand out waiting for you to comply.

you obviously don’t choosing to sit on the bed instead taking another puff. your movements cause your black sarong to move up your legs giving him quite the sight. it was a shame that you were so attractive because you were equally as annoying. and if you weren’t your brother’s sister rodrigo would’ve tried to at least attempt a move on you. but because you were so determined tonight you’d make sure he would.

he walks towards you hoping to take his personal belongings back. after all he’s stronger more agile he should be able to snatch them away from you. but he forgets that you’re faster and every time he tries to reach for them he only ends up dangerously close to your body. you notice he never managed to button up his shirt and his rib cage tattoo is once again exposed to you. you place your hand on it knowing it’s your one chance to get what you want.

“what does it mean?” you look up at his brown eyes finding them already staring right at you.

“what are you doing?” he sighs frustrated at your weird antics.

“nothing.” you answer simply.

there’s a short pause between the two of you with silence filling the air. the two of you are practically chest to chest and you’re so close to getting what you want. what you need. you act first kissing him. after all you could blame it on the drugs in case this ends up being a huge mess. you expect him to pull away but he does the complete opposite grabbing your jaw as he deepens the kiss. they say it’s always the silent ones and he confirms those rumors.

your hands find themselves in his curls tugging on the strands as he leaves wet kisses along your jaw. meanwhile his hand finds it’s way around your throat pulling you closer to him as the two of you roughly kiss. it’s the opposite of gentle, what you enjoy. you gain the confidence to drag your hand down his bare chest all the way to the hem of his shorts when he stops you by grabbing your hand.

“what are you playing at?” he steps away from you. once again analyzing you and your facial expressions trying to figure out why you wanted to sleep with him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about roro.” you say his nickname so sweetly and somehow also seductively.

“bullshit. one minute you’re threatening me and the next you’re all over me. you couldn’t get anyone else to sleep with you?” he asks in a more serious tone. you enjoy the view of a shirtless heated roro.

“i didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. but if you don’t want to then i’ll guess i’ll have to find someone else.” you begin to stand up.

you’re immediately pushed back down by the midfielder shocked at the force. it somehow turns you on even more.

“then say it.” he demands.

“say what?” you look up at him.

“that you want to fuck me. say it.” he demands once again.

“roro…” you brings your hands up his torso and wrap them around his neck locking eyes with him as you bring him closer to you once again. “i want you to fuck me.”

that’s all it takes to push him off the edge and his lips are once again on yours. the kisses are rough and quick and you find yourself tugging on his bottom lip to provoke him even more. it’s all so sensual like a scene on television. his hands roam your body ultimately landing on your ass as the two of you gravitate towards each other. you can feel his hard on against the fabric of your swimsuit. you’re pretty sure he can feel your growing arousal as he begins to grind himself against your clothed core.

you don’t wait another second in taking off his shirt allowing a perfect view of his forming biceps and his tattoos. it’s almost unfair how long he’s been hiding himself. you’re keen on making sure this happens again. so you proceed to flip the two of you over ending up in his lap. the new angle allowing you to see his face perfectly. you hate how pretty he looks and how he’s basically forbidden fruit. the aching in your core continues to grow and you realize you have to do something about it.

“fuck, roro. touch me.” you practically beg.

you’re answered with a smirk at first but he obliges bringing his hand to your lower body. he’s moving his hand as slowly as possible, teasing you, and you’ve had enough. you placed your hand on top of his dragging it to where you need it the most. he moves your sarong to have better access to your core, taking off the bottom part of your swimsuit in the process. you continue to guide his fingers to your folds.

“fucking hell.” he groans as he feels your wetness.

he starts slowly rubbing circles along your folds which instantly brings you pleasure. his movements cause you to let out loud moans which he quickly tries to silence by kissing you. the last thing he needed was anyone walking in on the two of you. as he kisses you he continues to spread your wetness. he decides that’s enough foreplay and drags one of his fingers towards your hole.

“can i?” he asks you wanting to make sure you’re still okay with what’s going on.

“please.” you murmur.

he enters you slowly making sure you adjust to the intrusion. you cling onto his arms at the new sensation, holding back a moan as he stretches you out. it’s almost embarrassing how much he’s been able to surprise you in the span of a couple of hours. he wraps his arm around your waist to help you adjust and keep you grounded. you reach up for him again kissing him as he begins to pump his finger inside of you. it’s such an intimate moment and he’s been able to comfort you more than any other guy you’ve slept with before.

“fuck, more.” you practically beg.

he obliges inserting another finger instantly groaning at how you clench around him. you squeeze his fingers so tight he swears he could cum in his boxers. the way you look under him doesn’t help him either. he’d always admired you except for your attitude but now that he had you he couldn’t give you up. your moans also encourage him to go faster wanting to pleasure you in the best way possible. he can only think about you right now and the way his fingers feel inside of you.

“so close roro.” you murmur. your nails digging deeper into his biceps.

then out of nowhere the building up orgasm inside you disappears as his fingers leave you. you’re about to yell at him when you see him kneel.

“do you trust me?” he asks suddenly.

“yes.”

his fingers are soon replaced by his tongue. the sight of his curls in between your legs alone make’s your pleasure build up again. as he laps up your juices your fingers find their way into his hair pulling him even closer to your core. it doesn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unfold and soon you’re orgasming on his tongue.

“what the fuck roro.” you say shocked.

instead of responding he simply kisses you again. it’s quite an intimate moment as he moves the strands of hair from your face. the two of you separate from each other and there’s a comfortable silence between you too. the act is so domestic as the two of you simply stare at each other. unfortunately, it’s interrupted as someone knocks loudly on the door.

“who’s in there? i need a shirt.” antoine slurs.

“shit. shit. shit.” rodrigo steps away from you adjusting his clothes and finally getting his vape.

“hide in the bathroom.” you urge him as you adjust your sarong before heading towards the door.

he doesn’t know why he does it but he pulls you closer by your waist before kissing you one last time before heading for the bathroom. you’re taken aback but can’t help but grin a little at the action. it’s going to take more than your willpower to stop yourself whenever you go to anymore games in the future.

[melanieph321]

Would you write for Rodrigo riquelme like he’s so underrated & I see nothing written for him😭

Oh my god, yes!!! A new player unlocked.

Thank you <33

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 4.0

(DAY 3)

Rodrigo Riquelme x Reader - New Heights

+18

Enjoy!

"Come on baby, do you really have to study tonight?" He asked, laying on his back on your bed, legs spread wide while he watched you at work by your desk.

"Yes, Rodrigo. I told you that my essay is due this friday."

His head fell hopelessly against the pillow. Followed by a sigh of frustration. A part of you felt guilty for leading him on, asking him to keep you company in your dorm room while you studied for yet another university assignment. Your boyfriend's life was already busy enough playing football. 

"Okay fine." You said, slamming your books shut. 

Rodrigo sat up in bed, his eyes staring wide with attention. "What?"

You made your way over to him, joining him in bed. "Would you like to watch a movie or something? I can finish my essay tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded your head, a timid smile on your lips.

"How about Fast and Furious?" He suggested, cheesing like a boy.

You brought out your laptop, setting it up by your desk while Rodrigo hurried to dim the lights in your room. The walls were thin, and the footsteps of other students were heard passing by outside the door. There wasn't much privacy either. Your roommate could come knocking at any moment. However, Rodrigo didn't seem to mind. He was genuinely happy to just spend time with you. It didn't really matter where.

"Have you seen this one before?" He asked once the two of you were tucked into your bed, your head resting against his chest.

"No, not this one. Is it any good?" 

"You have no idea, baby. Fast Five is definitely the best one."

Rodrigo's chest heaved when he chuckled, rewarding your sarcasm with a kiss against your temple. A kiss that swiftly turned into something more.

You eyed the screen, skeptically so. The fact that a car got blown up five minutes into the movie told you what the rest of it was going to be like. "I guess I'm in for a ride then." You sighed.

"You smell so good, baby." The kisses, soft and warm, traced down your neck, along your exposed collar bone. 

"Rodri, the movie…." His arm pressed you harder against his chest, his lips unable to detach from your face. "Rodrigo?"

"I'm serious, Rodri. I'm not going to be able to—." You gasped in surprise. Rodrigo had shifted his weight onto you, his hand lifting your shirt to expose more skin for him to devour. He did so seducingly, nipping at your skin until his head settled between the valley of your breast. He raised his head to see yours fall back against the pillow. "Do you like that?" He chuckled. "Do you like it when I kiss you here?"

He returned to the spot, dipping his chin until his lips were against the shape of your flesh and the soft pebble that rose at the center of it. 

Rodrigo pulled back, surprised at the response you were giving him. When you whined for more, all he could do was oblige. He tested the water by latching his mouth onto your nipple, suckling it after a moment of hesitation.

"God, Rodri." It was a new discovery. His lips serenading your breast felt like someone pressing the on button to all senses that ran down your spine. It made you arch your back against his hand.

"Fuck." You hissed, the pleasure insane.

"You like that baby? Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

"Mhmm." It was driving you insane, just his eager mouth against the sensitive skin. It hardened inside his mouth, his teeth carefully nibbling your areola. "Rodri, please." You begged. "Make me come like this."

He groaned in response, shifting more weight as he rolled to lay on top of you. His hands reached up from your waist, squeezing your breast, massaging them roughly, mercilessly, until you cried out in panic.

"I'm sorry." It was too much. His intention was never to torture you. "I'm sorry, baby." His mouth detaches from your breast, returning to the valley between them. He kissed you softly, licking the skin while his hand traveled downwards, finding the hemn of your sweatpants.

You sighed with his touch, Rodrigo's hand finding its way beneath your panties, cupping the swell of your folds. He found a combination to please by rubbing you softly while his lips swept across your breast. It was a more peaceful way to go, allowing you to rise to the hill of  your orgasm, a silent cry against the back of your hand.

"Was that good for you, baby?"

He was so wonderful, your boyfriend. So caring and so loving. You found your way back to each other, your head returning to the pit of his arm, your eyes adapting to the light from your laptop screen. 

Rodrigo smiled as he looked at you, all cozied up against him. "I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled and shifted to enjoy the rest of the movie with you.

[itzsyds]

Rodrigo Riquelme x Reader

Paws and Impressions🐾

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I acc hate to see players get wasted & I feel like this is the situation with Roro at Atletico especially with the minutes he’s been getting☹️

It’s also giving massive ESR before he left vibes & I don’t like it at all…

Anyways enjoy this one guys!

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FLUFF- Rodrigo brings his girlfriend home for the first time, but winning over his family means passing the toughest test— Roger, the family English bulldog.

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You’d met a lot of important people in your life, but standing in front of Rodrigo’s childhood home, you felt a flutter in your stomach that made all those past nerves look like warm-ups.

"Relax," Rodrigo whispered, squeezing your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles gently. "You’re going to be perfect. They already love you. And if not, Roger will convince them.”

You laughed, already feeling a bit better. “The dog gets the final vote?”

Rodrigo grinned as he opened the door. “He’s basically the president of this house. I’m just a humble citizen.”

The moment you stepped inside, a low bark echoed from the living room, followed by the unmistakable sound of paws on hardwood. Then came Roger— a stocky bulldog with a wrinkled face full of wisdom and skepticism.

Rodrigo dropped to his knees, grinning. “There’s my boy!” he cooed, scratching behind Roger’s ears. The dog gave a dignified grunt before trotting past Rodrigo and planting himself directly in front of you, looking up with those wise, serious eyes.

“He’s sizing you up,” Rodrigo warned with a smirk. “Be careful. One wrong move and he’ll hold a grudge for a year.”

You crouched slowly, giving Roger your hand to sniff. “Hi, handsome. I’ve heard so much about you.”

He stared at you for a second longer, then— with perfect comedic timing— shoved a soggy, well-loved stuffed toy into your hands.

Rodrigo clapped dramatically. “He accepts you!”

You laughed, only for Roger to tug firmly on the toy. “Oh,” you said, gripping the toy back. “Okay. I see how it is.”

And just like that, you were in the middle of an intense three-way tug-of-war, with Rodrigo and Roger equally determined and absurdly serious.

Rodrigo furrowed his brows in exaggerated concentration, puffing his cheeks like he was facing off in a World Cup final. You couldn’t stop laughing as he muttered, “This is it. The battle of the century. Loser does the dishes.”

Roger let out a snort that sounded almost like a laugh, pulling with surprising strength.

That’s how his mom found you — tangled up on the couch, locked in a dramatic tug match with her son and her bulldog, your laughter ringing through the room.

“Well,” she said, her voice warm with amusement. “I was going to ask if you wanted something to drink, but I see you're... busy.”

You scrambled to your feet, cheeks burning. “I’m so sorry—hi! I’m—”

But she waved it off with a kind smile. “I know exactly who you are. We’ve heard so much about you. It’s good to finally meet you, sweetheart.”

Then Alejandro entered, Rodrigo’s older brother, tall and calm with a slight smirk playing on his lips. He gave you a once-over that wasn’t judging— just curious — and said, “Wow. Roger doesn’t usually share his toy with anyone on the first date.”

You shrugged, trying not to blush. “Guess I’m just charming like that.”

Rodrigo beamed beside you, clearly proud. “Told you she was cool.”

The rest of the evening unfolded in cozy, heart-melting moments. His mom had made your favorite dessert— Rodrigo must’ve told her— and Alejandro cracked quiet jokes over dinner that made you laugh until you cried.

Roger eventually curled up beside you on the couch, resting his head on your thigh like it had always been his spot. Rodrigo kept sneaking glances at you, the kind that made your heart thud just a little faster.

Later, when it was just the two of you in the kitchen doing dishes (because technically, Roger won), Rodrigo dried a plate, then paused, looking at you with a boyish grin.

“You were amazing tonight.”

“You’re just saying that because I beat you in tug-of-war.”

“That too,” he laughed. “But no—really. You fit here. I knew you would.”

You leaned into his side, warm and happy. “I think I love your dog.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Good. Because he definitely loves you.”

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I love how much I’ve been writing these last couple of weeks! I feel like something inside me has unleashed🤪😭

It’s probably also because we as a club are doing so well & I’ve wanted this to happen since childhood😭❤️‍🩹 when my club does well. I do well in my life cause Arsenal winning determines my whole mood for the week.

Keep coming in with requests as well guys! X

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[the-offside-rule]

Rodrigo Riquelme (Atletico Madrid) - Elevator Secrets

Day 17 of Christmas

As the days to Christmas counted down and it seemed almost eerily close, Rodrigo and his best friend since childhood, Y/n walked through the bustling streets of Madrid, now decorated with twinkling lights and various other christmas decorations. Laughter filled the air as they entered Starbucks, the warm aroma of coffee embracing them. Rodrigo grinned. "How about we start our Christmas shopping adventure with some festive drinks?"

As they sipped on their peppermint mochas, Y/n teased, "I hope your gift-giving skills are as good as your taste in coffee."

Rodrigo smirked, "You'll see, Y/n. I've got a plan." Their laughter echoed through the crowded shopping centre as they browsed through stores, carefully selecting thoughtful presents for their families. "We should go onto the next floor. There's meant to be a jumper my mother really wants." Y/n mumbled. "The elevator is right there. I say we do that instead of the stairs." Rodrigo suggested.

In the elevator with their shopping bags, Rodrigo looked around as the silence became somewhat awkward between them. Upon looking around, he noticed mistletoe hanging above. He chuckled nervously, and nudged the girl beside him, making her look up from her phone and blush furiously. "Well, would you look at that?" Y/n replied, her throat almost dry from nervousness. "Guess we're stuck in here until someone makes a move."

A playful smirk crossed Rodrigo's face as he leaned in, stealing a sweet kiss under the mistletoe. It felt familiar, as if it was meant to be. It was obvious to everyone in Madrid that they were more than just friends but to them, they were oblivious. The elevator doors opened to reveal a surprised couple waiting to get in.

With an awkward laugh, Y/n said, "Looks like our secret's out." She said, breaking the silence and grabbing their bags to make a speedy escape.

In the midst of more shopping, Rodrigo turned to Y/n, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, that mistletoe kiss wasn't so bad." Y/n blushed once again. "Maybe we should test it out again, just to be sure."

Their playful banter continued, each flirty comment deepening the connection between them. Finally, Rodrigo took a moment to stop and speak up. He stopped dead in his tracks and gently grabbed Y/n's arm to stop her too. "You know, Y/n, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Y/n raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Oh? Do tell." Rodrigo took a deep breath, "I... I really like you." He paused, trying desperately to read her face. "More than just a friend." He held his breath in anticipation, just waiting for her to reply. Thankfully, a smile tugged at Y/n's lips, before she stepped that bit closer, within a breaths touch. "Funny you say that because I've been feeling the same way. I think I may actually love you, Rodrigo."

Their eyes locked, and the world seemed to pause as they simply stood. Rodrigo reluctantly held his hand out, and of course, she took it. He breathed a sigh of relief before his normal smile returned and together, they left the shopping centre, with the magic of Christmas lighting up not only the streets but the newfound relationship.

[itzsyds]

Rodrigo “Roro” Riquelme x Reader

Exposed Hearts💕 (Part 1 here, Part 2 here)

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This is the last part to the series! I hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this!✍️

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FLUFF & SMUT- You both are debating whether or not to let everyone know about the secret relationship that you have been hiding together. However it gets leaked before you both have the chance to explain.

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The days after the team dinner were a tense balancing act. You could feel Roro’s eyes on you every time you entered a room, heat in his gaze that made your pulse race.

The secrecy that had once felt thrilling now felt suffocating, but you weren’t ready to face the fallout of going public—not yet.

Roro tried to be patient. He’d flash you a smirk when no one was looking, brush his fingers against yours when you passed, and murmur promises of stolen moments that left your skin tingling.

But the cracks were starting to show.

You avoided his questions, deflecting with a quick kiss or a lingering touch. But each evasion chipped away at his patience.

So when he texted you late one night, saying he needed to see you, you couldn’t say no.

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The apartment he shared with Pablo was modest by footballer standards, tucked away in a quiet Madrid neighborhood.

You parked around the corner and slipped inside, heart pounding. The flat was empty except for Roro, who stood waiting, hair damp from a shower and wearing nothing but grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

You shut the door behind you, the click echoing in the silence. Roro’s gaze was intense, the tension between you crackling.

“You came,” he murmured.

“I missed you,” you admitted, breathless.

His eyes darkened, and in two long strides, he was in front of you. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The scent of soap and something distinctly him enveloped you.

“I’m done hiding,” he said, voice low but firm.

“Roro—” you started, but he silenced you with a kiss.

It was slow at first, gentle and coaxing, but as you melted into him, it deepened—desperate and demanding. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed you back against the wall, bodies molding together. The kiss was a clash of tongues and teeth, needy and wild.

“I can’t keep pretending,” he breathed against your lips, hands sliding up your sides. “I want this. I want you—always.”

His words set your skin alight. Your hands roamed over his bare chest, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath your touch. Roro’s mouth trailed down your neck, sucking gently until your knees went weak.

“Bedroom,” he growled, and before you could protest, he was leading you down the hall.

You barely made it through the door before his mouth was back on yours. You tugged his sweatpants down, and he kicked them away, pulling your shirt over your head. His gaze raked over you, pupils blown with lust.

“You’re perfect,” he rasped, hands gliding over your skin as you shivered.

He guided you back onto the bed, hovering over you, pressing kisses to your lips, your neck, your collarbone. His hands wandered, tracing the curves of your body. You arched into him, breaths mingling as he moved lower, trailing kisses down your torso.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, breath hitching as he brought you to the edge and tipped you over with practiced ease. The sound of your name on his lips was a prayer, a promise.

When he slid into you, slow and deliberate, a gasp escaped you. Roro’s eyes met yours, full of unspoken affection. He moved with purpose, each thrust pushing you closer to oblivion. His lips found yours again, swallowing your moans, bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt right—like you were made for this.

The pleasure built, spiraling higher until you came undone, clutching him close as you trembled beneath him. Roro followed, a low groan spilling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck.

Afterward, you lay tangled together, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. Silence hung heavy, contentment mingling with dread.

“We can’t keep hiding,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You sighed. “I know.”

He kissed you again—soft and sweet. “I’ll wait. But not forever.”

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It wasn’t forever. It wasn’t even a week.

The leak happened fast—one blurry photo posted to social media, capturing you and Roro outside a café. You were standing too close, his hand on your lower back, your eyes locked.

The comments were brutal. Speculation about your relationship spread like wildfire, headlines blaring: *Atlético Star Rodrigo Riquelme Romantically Linked to Journalist—Conflict of Interest?*

It didn’t take long for the club to call an emergency meeting.

You sat stiffly in a conference room, hands clenched in your lap, anxiety gnawing at your insides.

Roro was beside you, jaw tight, defiance flashing in his eyes.

Management didn’t mince words.

“This is unprofessional,” the PR manager snapped. “And damaging to the club’s image. The media is going wild.”

“I don’t care,” Roro interrupted. “It’s my life. My relationship.”

The PR manager’s gaze narrowed. “And her career. How do you think this looks? A reporter romantically involved with a player she covers?”

Shame and frustration warred within you. “I never compromised my work,” you argued.

“Perception matters,” the manager shot back. “This is a scandal. We need damage control.”

“I won’t pretend she means nothing to me,” Roro insisted.

You placed a hand on his arm. “Roro—”

“No,” he said firmly, squeezing your hand. “I won’t hide it. I won’t lie.”

The room fell silent, tension heavy in the air. The PR manager sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’ll need a statement,” he relented. “From both of you. Clarify the situation. And until this dies down, keep things discreet.”

Relief washed over you. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a lifeline. You’d expected worse.

Roro laced his fingers with yours. “Fine. But I’m not ashamed.”

The meeting wrapped up, but as you left the building, whispers followed. Photographers snapped pictures, and questions were hurled your way. Roro kept his arm around you, a shield against the onslaught.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You took a shaky breath. “I will be.”

He squeezed your hand. “We’ll get through this.”

Later, as you curled together on his couch, Roro’s arms around you, the weight of the world felt lighter.

The fear of hiding was gone, replaced by the certainty of what you meant to each other. The path ahead was uncertain, but you’d walk it together—no more hiding, no more secrets.

Only truth.

And love.

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I don’t know how I feel about ending it like this🧐 everyone please be honest with me cause I like it but I kind of don’t but I also did not want to drag it out for so long🤷‍♀️ x

[itzsyds]

Rodrigo “Roro” Riquelme x Reader

Unravelling Secrets🤫 (Part 1 is here! Final part here!)

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Part 2 of Secret Love Affair!✨

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FLUFF- Your colleagues & Roro’s team-mates are starting to grow suspicious of the relationship that you two have going on.

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The days that followed Atlético Madrid’s victory were a whirlwind of interviews, articles, and fan reactions. The team’s success was the talk of the city, and Rodrigo Riquelme was the name on everyone’s lips. The memory of that heated, stolen moment in the equipment room was still vivid—your bodies entwined, whispers of love and need echoing in the small space.

But the exhilaration was quickly giving way to nerves. You were getting sloppy. The secrecy that once felt thrilling now hung over you like a storm cloud.

You’d catch Roro’s eye during interviews, your professionalism cracking as heat pooled in your belly. He’d smirk—an infuriating, knowing curve of his lips—and you’d stumble over your words, cheeks flaming.

The team noticed. Your colleagues noticed.

Questions lingered, unspoken but heavy.

You’d both agreed—strictly professional when in public. It had worked well at first. A brush of fingers as he passed, a lingering look from across the room. But now, after months of hiding, the strain was showing. He was a rising star, the media’s golden boy. And you—well, dating a player wasn’t exactly the journalistic integrity your job demanded.

The risk was ever-present. One wrong glance. One overheard whisper.

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It was after a training session when the trouble truly began. You were capturing footage—close-ups of players drenched in sweat, all fierce focus and determination. Roro was front and center, working harder than anyone. You tried to keep your eyes on the camera, but he caught you looking, a grin slipping onto his face.

Focus. Stay professional.

Afterward, players dispersed, and you focused on reviewing your shots, adjusting the brightness on your camera screen.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called.

You looked up, heart thudding. Roro stood a few feet away, casually toweling off sweat. He glanced around before stepping closer.

“Looking good out there,” you said, keeping your tone neutral.

“Gracias,” he replied, his gaze dipping to your lips. “You coming out tonight?”

“Tonight?” You frowned, trying to recall plans.

He smirked. “Team dinner. Big celebration. You know, for the media too.”

“Oh, right,” you said, feigning ease. “I’ll be there.”

He reached out, fingers brushing yours—just a ghost of a touch but enough to make your pulse quicken.

“I’ll save you a seat,” he murmured, eyes lingering before he turned away.

Your breath caught, and you glanced around quickly. Nobody seemed to notice. Still, a prickle of anxiety crept in.

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The restaurant was bustling, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. You’d chosen a modest dress—professional yet flattering—but you couldn’t help the flutter of nerves as you entered. The team was already gathered, drinks flowing, and a chorus of laughter ringing out.

You spotted Roro instantly. He was leaning back in his chair, talking animatedly with teammates, but his eyes flicked up when you walked in. Heat flared in his gaze, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

“Over here!” someone called, waving you over.

You slipped into a seat, not too close to Roro but not far enough to feel safe. The conversation ebbed and flowed, and you managed polite laughter, though you could feel Roro’s eyes on you.

You should’ve known it would be a problem when the wine started flowing. Glasses clinked, toasts were made, and the laughter grew louder. Tipsiness settled over the table, words slurring into relaxed familiarity.

“Hey,” a voice drawled beside you.

You turned, startled to see Marcos, one of the defenders, eyeing you curiously.

“You and Roro seem close,” he remarked, lips curling into a grin.

Your heart jumped. “Just work. He’s...good for interviews.”

Marcos snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s all it is.”

“Why do you say that?” you challenged, forcing a smile.

He leaned closer, voice lowering. “Because he’s been staring at you like you’re dessert for the past twenty minutes. You two an item or something?”

Heat flooded your cheeks. “Of course not.”

“Hmm,” Marcos mused, clearly unconvinced.

You made a quick excuse and stood, heading toward the restroom to calm your nerves. As you splashed water on your face, you scolded yourself. This was exactly what you’d feared—people were noticing. You couldn’t afford to be careless.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

You tensed. “Occupied.”

“It’s me,” came a familiar, low voice.

Your breath caught. You glanced at the door before opening it just enough to let him in. Roro slipped inside, locking it behind him.

“Are you crazy?” you whispered, eyes wide.

He leaned against the sink, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Maybe. You ran off.”

“I needed a break,” you snapped, but the anxiety in your voice betrayed you.

He studied you, expression softening. “You’re worried.”

“People are starting to notice, Roro,” you said, rubbing your forehead. “Your teammate just accused me of dating you.”

“And what did you say?” he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“I lied,” you said bluntly. “And I hate it.”

Roro stepped closer, fingers brushing your arm. “Then don’t lie.”

Your heart raced. “What?”

He caught your chin, forcing your gaze to his. “Let’s tell them.”

Panic flared. “No, Roro, we can’t—”

“Why not?” he pressed, eyes burning with conviction. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to be able to look at you, talk to you, hold you without feeling like I’m doing something wrong.”

The earnestness in his voice unraveled you. “If this gets out, you could be in trouble. And me—”

“I’ll handle it,” he insisted. “I don’t care what people say.”

“I do,” you whispered.

His thumb traced your jaw. “You’re worth the risk.”

The sincerity in his eyes tore at your resolve. He leaned closer, lips brushing yours, gentle but insistent. You sighed against him, melting as his hands slid to your waist. The kiss was slow and tender—sweet, not rushed. It was a promise.

He pulled back, eyes fierce. “I’m not letting this go.”

You swallowed hard. “Let me think about it.”

He nodded, though disappointment flashed across his face. “Okay. But don’t take too long.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out the door, leaving you breathless and torn.

When you returned to the table, your eyes met Marcos’s knowing smirk. Heat crawled up your neck. You reached for your glass of wine, taking a long, steadying sip.

Roro caught your eye from across the table, raising a brow. The challenge was clear.

Your heart thudded painfully. Hiding was becoming impossible, but telling the truth could ruin everything.

You were at a crossroads—risk your career and reputation or risk losing the man who’d become your everything.

And the longer you hesitated, the closer the truth came to unraveling.

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Guys the way I am so invested in this plot-line that I will have to write more on this & consider it like a series maybe🤔 x

[itzsyds]

Rodrigo “Roro” Riquelme x Reader

Secret Love Affair🤫 (Part 2 is here!)

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More Roro! He’s becoming my favourite😻 Feels hella criminal to say it as an Arsenal fan🫣 but just look at him!!

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SMUT- You & Roro have been seeing each other for months but because of the sake of keeping professional, you both have to hide your relationship from the fans & the club.

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The Riyadh Air Metropolitano was electric, pulsing with the lingering energy of Atlético Madrid’s hard-fought victory.

The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly through the stadium corridors as you made your way toward the players’ area, clutching your notepad and camera.

As part of the media team, your role was to capture post-match reactions—interviews, moments of celebration, and raw emotion. But tonight, your thoughts drifted to one player in particular.

Rodrigo Riquelme aka. Roro had been exceptional, weaving past defenders with ease and scoring the decisive goal. You’d watched him evolve from a promising young talent to a rising star, and somewhere along the way, your professional admiration had turned into something deeper.

A secret, thrilling relationship had blossomed over the past few months. Stolen glances, hidden touches, and whispered confessions. It was exhilarating yet complicated—dating a player when your work often brought you so close.

After wrapping up your duties, you wandered toward the locker rooms, nerves fluttering in your stomach. The door opened, and players streamed out, celebrating and laughing, still riding the high of victory.

And then there was Roro. His gaze found yours instantly, a smile tugging at his lips. Damp hair clung to his forehead, and sweat still glistened on his skin. He looked every bit the confident, passionate footballer you adored. He walked over, wiping his face with a towel.

“Did you get my good side?” he teased, leaning closer.

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Lucky for you, both sides are good.”

He chuckled, eyes flicking around to make sure no one was watching. When the coast was clear, his fingers brushed yours—a fleeting, electrifying touch.

“Come with me,” he murmured.

You hesitated, glancing around. “Roro, we can’t—”

“Please,” he insisted, eyes dark and pleading.

Unable to resist, you let him lead you down a hallway away from prying eyes. He opened a door to a quiet, empty room—a storage area stacked with equipment. The door clicked shut, and the noise of the stadium faded to a distant hum.

Roro’s gaze was intense, the adrenaline of the match still burning in his eyes. He stepped closer, crowding you against the wall. “I missed you,” he breathed.

Your heart pounded as he pressed closer, hands bracing on either side of your head. The air was charged, and the scent of sweat and cologne wrapped around you.

“You saw me earlier,” you managed, pulse quickening.

“Not like this,” he countered, eyes flicking to your lips. “Do you know how hard it was to focus out there when I could see you watching me?”

Heat surged through you. “Well, you seemed pretty focused when you scored.”

His grin was wicked. “Trust me, I was thinking about you.”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours—hungry and demanding. You melted into the kiss, hands sliding up his chest to curl around his neck. Roro kissed like he played—confident, skilled, and unrelenting.

His body pressed against yours, pinning you to the wall as he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours. The urgency was palpable, a hunger sharpened by weeks of stolen moments and hidden touches.

You gasped as his mouth moved to your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, and your head fell back, granting him better access. He sucked gently, no doubt leaving a mark that would be hard to hide.

“Roro,” you whispered, breathless.

He groaned against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Roro,” you repeated, hands tangling in his hair as his kisses grew hotter, more insistent.

His hands slid beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the soft skin of your waist before gliding higher. He paused, eyes flicking up to yours, a silent question. You nodded, heart racing.

In a swift motion, he pulled your shirt over your head, gaze raking over you appreciatively. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, hands tracing the curves of your body.

Your own hands explored him, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. Impatiently, you tugged it off, revealing his toned chest and the faint sheen of sweat from the match. You ran your hands over his torso, savoring the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

Roro’s mouth found yours again, hungrier this time. His hands worked at your jeans, the button and zipper coming undone before he pushed them down your legs. He followed, pressing kisses along your hipbones before rising again.

He lifted you effortlessly, guiding your legs around his waist. You gasped as your back hit the wall, bodies pressed tightly together. You felt his arousal, hard and insistent against you, and the ache between your thighs intensified.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he muttered against your lips.

Your nails scraped along his shoulders as he rolled his hips, teasing and testing your restraint. He tugged your underwear aside, fingers brushing your core, and your moan echoed in the small room.

“Roro, please,” you begged, eyes glazed with need.

He didn’t make you wait. With a deft motion, he freed himself from his shorts, positioning himself at your entrance. His eyes searched yours, dark and intense.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want you,” you whispered.

He sank into you slowly, inch by inch, a groan slipping from his lips as you wrapped around him. The stretch was delicious, and your body arched against him, nails digging into his shoulders.

He began to move, slow and deep, drawing out each thrust until you were gasping, clutching at him. The angle was perfect, and every roll of his hips sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kissed you hungrily, swallowing your moans, the intensity building with each thrust.

The air was filled with the sounds of ragged breaths, desperate moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Roro’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, and he grunted in response, pace quickening.

Pleasure coiled tightly in your core, winding tighter and tighter until it snapped. You cried out, body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Roro followed, groaning deeply as he shuddered against you, pressing kisses to your neck and jaw as he caught his breath.

Slowly, he eased you down, holding you close as your legs wobbled. He grinned, smug and satisfied. “You okay?”

You laughed, weak-kneed and blissful. “More than okay.”

He kissed you tenderly, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Good. Because I plan on doing that again. Soon.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you kissed him back. “I’ll hold you to it.”

The sounds of the stadium faded into the night, but in Roro’s arms, the world felt far away—just the two of you, caught up in the magic of a victory and a love you could no longer hide.

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I feel like I want to write a part 2 to this when they both eventually get caught by the club and the fans. I’m not sure yet but I was really invested in this plot-line 🤔 x

[itzsyds]

Rodrigo “Roro” Riquelme x Reader

First meeting🥺

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Hey guys! I am starting to write for new players. Rodrigo being one of them❤️‍🩹 I will hopefully be taking new requests as I go on. I enjoyed writing this one!! He’s such a cutie & defo deserves more game time🥹

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FLUFF- The first time when Roro laid his eyes on Y/N. For the sake of the story can we please pretend that Atlético advanced to the quarter finals of the CL! I know there’s controversy around who should off.

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It was the evening of Arsenal V Atlético Madrid in the first leg of the Quarter Finals at the Emirates Stadium.

As one of Atlético’s bright young talents, Roro was used to the roar of the crowd and the relentless passion of rivalry. However, nothing could have prepared him for the unexpected twist that he would occur later that evening.

In the midst of the electric atmosphere, where the chants and cheers created a symphony of excitement, Roro’s eyes caught a glimpse of someone who seemed just as captivated by the unfolding drama.

There, in a corner of the stadium, was a girl whose fiery determination and gentle smile shone through even amid the sea of supporters. She was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her during the warm up which led to Pablo giving him the nudge when he stood dead still in the middle.

“Bro what happened. Why are you not continuing the drills” Pablo exclaimed, wondering why Roro had so suddenly stopped.

“Nothing bro. My mind was elsewhere I just couldn’t focus because I got a little distracted”

“And would that little distraction be a particular something or someone Roro?” Pablo smirked joining the dots together as he realised Roro was still staring curiously at the mysterious brunette in the home stands.

Roro caught onto Pablo’s realisation, snapping him out of his trance—he had been caught, which led him to scratch the back of his ear out of embarrassment.

Pablo chuckled. “Bro I agree she is stunning but put that aside, we have to win tonight. We cannot be wasting time. Focus.”

After that brief pep talk with Pablo, he then noticed that she wasn’t repping the famous Atlético red, white and blue colours.

Of course she was an Arsenal fan, how could he be so stupid not to realise that she was in the home end and not the away end. Roro wanted to slap himself at how mesmerised her was by her.

This fact would have normally set off alarms in the heart of an Atlético player. Yet, it didn’t for him, yes he felt stupid but during this moment of realisation he noticed her staring back as their eyes met. In that moment there was an instant, unspoken connection—a spark that defied team loyalties.

He had to get her number after the game. He just couldn’t lose this opportunity but he also had to focus on the game. He would worry about approaching her afterwards.

The first half was a whirlwind of intensity, with Arsenal pressing hard and Atlético countering with sharp precision. But Roro’s focus wavered, his mind slipping back to the mysterious girl in the stands. He caught himself scanning the crowd more often than he should have, searching for her even when the ball was at his feet. Boy he was entranced by her beauty.

As it approached to halftime the score was level—1-1. The locker room buzzed with tension and determination, but Roro found himself distracted. Pablo nudged him again, a teasing smirk on his face.

“You going to play football or daydream, lover boy?” Pablo quipped, earning a few chuckles from the other players.

Roro shot him a glare but couldn’t hide the sheepish grin creeping onto his face. “Shut up, man.”

As the players continued with their halftime debrief, it came time to get back on the pitch for the second half, Roro pushed the distraction aside, driving forward with renewed focus. A flick, a feint, a clever pass—he was back in his element. But even the adrenaline of the match couldn’t entirely drown out the thought of her.

The final whistle blew. Atlético had edged out Arsenal 2-1, securing a crucial away win. The players celebrated, exchanging high-fives and embraces, but Roro’s eyes darted back to the stands. Panic seized him—she was gone.

He cursed under his breath, scanning the crowd in vain. The stadium was emptying fast, fans streaming toward the exits. He couldn’t let her slip away. Mind racing, he spotted a stadium steward and jogged over.

“Hey, did you see a girl—uh, brunette, wearing an Arsenal jersey? She was sitting up there.” He gestured wildly, but the steward shrugged, muttering something about thousands of fans and how impossible it was to notice only one. He must have thought Roro was crazy.

Pablo jogged over, sweat-soaked but grinning.

��Still hung up on that girl? Bro, you’re hopeless!”

Roro sighed at Pablo’s jibes, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t explain it, man. It felt… different.”

Pablo clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She was staring back, right? Bet she noticed you. Have some faith. Maybe you’ll get lucky next time.”

Roro forced a smile, though disappointment gnawed at him. The team after their celebrations headed back to the bus, but as they neared the players’ entrance, a voice called out.

“Roro!”

He whipped around. Standing at the barrier, clutching a matchday program and looking slightly nervous, was the girl. The same determined spark in her eyes was now tinged with shyness.

“I thought I’d missed you,” she admitted, biting her lip.

Roro’s heart raced, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “I was looking for you too. Guess we both got lucky.”

She laughed, and the sound was like a melody that settled the nerves in his chest.

“I’m Y/N,” she said.

“I’m Roro,” he replied, then winced at the stupid introduction. “But you probably already knew that.”

She smirked. “Maybe.”

The conversation flowed easily, as if they’d known each other far longer than a chance encounter. After a few minutes, Roro cleared his throat.

“I don’t want to push my luck, but would you mind if I got your number?” he asked, hopeful.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Even if I’m an Arsenal fan?”

He chuckled. “I think I can overlook it.”

She scribbled her number on the back of the matchday program, handing it to him with a teasing smile. “Don’t lose it.”

“I won’t,” Roro promised, already planning their next meeting. As he walked away, he glanced back, catching her gaze one more time. The unspoken connection was still there—stronger than ever.

Pablo shook his head as Roro boarded the bus, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Man, you’ve got it bad.”

Roro leaned back in his seat, a stupid grin on his face. “Yeah, I think I do but she seems worth it Pablo.” Roro continued smiling as he recalled their small but memorable interaction, staring out the bus window.

The bus ride back to the hotel was a blur for Roro. The celebration over the crucial away win felt distant, overshadowed by the thought of Y/N. He kept glancing at the scribbled number on the matchday program, tracing her neat handwriting with his thumb.

Pablo leaned over from the seat behind him, eyes glimmering with mischief. “You look like a kid who just met his superhero.”

Roro rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s different, man. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Oh, I think you’ve explained it enough,” Pablo continued teasing. “Just don’t get too distracted, lover boy. We still have a second leg to win.”

Roro chuckled but couldn’t deny the truth. The tournament was far from over, and Atlético’s season hung in the balance. But as the bus pulled up to the hotel, the urge to text her gnawed at him. What if she thought he wasn’t interested if he waited too long?

He typed a message and deleted it twice before settling on:

Roro: Hey, it’s Roro. Hope you made it home okay. Also, I’m sorry about the loss—kind of.

He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The screen glowed back at him, the message marked as delivered.

Minutes ticked by without a response, and he wondered if he’d messed up.

The team filed into the hotel lobby, and Roro checked his phone obsessively, but nothing. His teammates laughed and joked around him, the buzz of victory filling the air.

Pablo shot him a smirk. “Still no reply?”

Roro sighed. “Not yet. Maybe I came off too cocky.”

“Or maybe she’s just busy. Relax, man,” Pablo said, patting him on the back before heading to the elevators.

In his room, Roro dropped onto the bed, phone clutched in his hand. He was about to put it down when it buzzed. Heart racing, he unlocked it to see:

Y/N: I did, thanks! And don’t get too cocky—there’s still a second leg ;)

Congrats on the win, though. You played well.

Relief washed over him. He grinned, fingers flying across the screen.


Roro: Careful, you’ll make me blush :)


Y/N: Wouldn’t want to distract you again. Pablo might kill me.


Roro: Nah, he’d just roast me in front of the whole team. By the way, I’d love to see you again. Maybe when I’m back in London?

The dots danced as Y/N typed.


Y/N: That depends. Are you planning on knocking Arsenal out of the tournament?🤨


Roro: I can’t promise anything—but if we win, I’ll make it up to you. Deal?


Y/N: Deal. I’ll hold you to that x

The conversation flowed easily, playful banter mixed with genuine interest. Roro fell asleep with a satisfied grin, her number saved, and their chat pinned to the top of his messages.

The next few days were a whirlwind of training and preparation for the second leg in Madrid. Roro and Y/N texted whenever they could—late at night and in between sessions. Conversations ranged from football rivalries and teasing to dreams, family, and hidden fears. The more he got to know her, the deeper he felt for her.

Finally, the second leg arrived. The Riyadh Air Metropolitano Stadium was a fortress, filled with the deafening roar of Atlético’s faithful. The tension was palpable as players lined up in the tunnel. Roro could feel his pulse racing, adrenaline coursing through him.

Pablo slapped his back, grinning.

“Nervous? Or just thinking about your girl in red?”

Roro smirked. “Both. But we’re winning tonight.”

The match was fierce, a back-and-forth battle as Arsenal fought to overturn the deficit. Roro played with a fire he hadn’t felt before, determination and something more pushing him forward. In the 70th minute, he slipped past a defender and rifled a shot into the bottom corner—goal.

The stadium erupted.

He couldn’t help himself. Running to the corner flag, he made a heart shape with his hands, hoping the cameras would capture it. He didn’t care if his teammates teased him—he knew who it was for.

The final whistle blew—3-2 on aggregate. Atlético was through. The stadium thundered with celebration, and Roro felt the weight of the match melt away. He couldn’t wait to tell her.

In the dressing room, his phone buzzed.

Y/N: I shouldn’t even be saying this because you knocked us out. But nice goal. And cute celebration. I guess you owe me now?


Roro: Sorry :( forgive me?

Name the time and place. I’ll be there.


Y/N: We will see about being forgiven.

How about tomorrow? I know a great café near the Emirates.


Roro: Perfect. It’s an apology date :)

Pablo caught sight of the exchange and groaned dramatically. “Seriously, man? You’re going all soft. She’s going to turn you into an Arsenal fan before you know it and transfer you to the Emirates.”

Roro laughed, unbothered. “Nah, I might just make her an Atlético fan instead.”

Pablo snorted. “Good luck with that.”

But as Roro looked down at Y/N’s name on his screen, he couldn’t help but think he had all the luck he needed in her.

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Hey guys! I am back again😭 I do this a lot but whenever I feel inspired enough I turn up again. So sorry!

I am also gonna write for a few more footballers on the master-list & maybe more as some of them don’t get as much recognition & appreciation. Roro is one of them!!

I just had to write for Roro because I’ve had such a big crush on him since he was at Bournemouth in the Championship ages ago! He’s so cute🥹 & defo deserves more game time at Atlético. This defo hurt me to write as an Arsenal fan but worked out better than what I had originally planned. So gutted Atlético didn’t advance to the QF as they would be playing us instead🥲 x

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Rodrigo Riquelme

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Emile Smith Rowe

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