Robert Pattinson Smut Collection (Robert Pattinson X Reader)

Football (soccer) pt 1

On the private jet, you are flying from LA to London to meet the soccer team manager for the Cardinals. It was last minute as they were looking for new uniform designs for their championship game.

With two seats in each aisle facing each other, the flight was roomy. You sit across from an older man with white hair and kindly smiles as he sits down. "Hey," he nods, acknowledging you.

You take out your small laptop and set it on the small table, and putting your headphones around your neck.

As the plane takes off, you can feel eyes on you as you look across the walkway to see a handsome dark-haired man with blue eyes. He's looking at you, intrigued. You look away, opening your laptop, and click around to find the WiFi connection as they announce the plane is high enough in the air.

The older man across from you takes out his phone, "will you let me know once you log in, I never know how to work the WiFi." His British accent was surprisingly fun; you'd never been to the UK.

You nod, "sure, no problem."

The connection took two more minutes, and you huff, "okay, it will take a while, though."

"Thank you," he hands his phone over. "Are you part of the production?"

You look at him, confused. "What production?" You continue connecting to his phone.

"The movie production, we are headed to the premier."

"Oh no, I just caught a ride for the last-minute meeting. My designs got chosen for the championship game next month, and I'm excited."

"Oh, interesting, what sport," his eyebrows raise. The flight attendant was making her way through the cabin, asking for drink orders.

"Soccer. It's my favorite sport, and the team is offering special seats for the designers."

His eyes lit up "fascinating!" He looks to the flight attendant standing over us.

"Coffee? Tea? Wine? Water? We also have mixed alcoholic beverages," she waited. He waves his hand at you to go first.

You nod, thanking him, and decide for a cappuccino and water. He orders some whiskey and thanks to the flight attendant.

"We are all going to the same game then; we are all football fans ourselves."

"Really? That's exciting. I'll be so busy until then," you roll your eyes.

"Hopefully, you're a fan of the right team," a voice from across the aisle teases. You look over, and the handsome stranger is challenging you.

"Tottenham will win," his face was shocked.

The man across from you laughs deeply and wipes a tear from his eye. "Part of me didn't want to ask which team because I was scared of this conversation. Yet here we are."

"And let me guess, everyone here is an Arsenal fan?" It was more a statement than a question.

The heads you can see nod as someone else laughs. "Well damn," you push hair behind your ear and put your glasses on.

The flight attendant is handing you your drinks as you begin typing on your laptop. "These jerseys aren't gonna finish designing themselves then," you wink at the handsome guy across the aisle as he's laughing at the old man who is talking about the teams.

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About 2 hours into your flight, the older man gets up and walks away. He's a bit drunk and has started singing pub songs with other, more senior cast members. He goes to sit near them. You watch a movie on your laptop as the stranger gets up and makes his way to the seat by you.

"I'm Robert," he holds out his hand as you take it with a small smile.

"Y/N" his hand was warm, and he smelt amazing.

"Since when do Americans like Barclays Premier?"

You talked the rest of the flight. Banter about team rivalry and his Batman movie coming out next month.

He was coming home to relax before his next project after the premiere. You would be in town for about two months as the designs were made and tested.

As the plane lands, he asks for your number. Leaving the plane you realize you never got his.