Twisted Love

Chapter 11

Ok this chapter has a bit of smut, *blushes* IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING THIS DIRTY STUFF OK. I wanted it to be a surprise but I decided to just warn you in case you aren't as hormonal as one direction stans. I'm a one direction stan also, and this stuff makes us damn well happy and excited. I've never read a CR7 fanfic describing all the sexual encounters, so I crave it.

I wanted to add daddy kink but I was scared I would scare you all away. Please tell me I can add it in the future?

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I moan as I feel a kiss being planted on my lips. I quickly open my eyes in shock and sit up frantically, only to be facing Cristiano. I place my hand to my heart as I smile and try to stop panting.

"Jeez Cris, you scared the life out of me!" I exclaim as I take the pillow I was napping on and hit him with it.

He laughs, hard.

About a minute passes until his laughter finally subsides.

"S-sorry," he says while wiping the stray tear from his cheek.

"What was even so funny?" I ask curiously.

"You," he says and chuckles.

"I swear you're a crackhead," I say as I roll my eyes playfully and get off my bed to stretch.

Just as I am halfway through touching my toes, I remember that Cristiano is in the room and behind me. I quickly change my action as I twist to the side then straighten my body. I try to peek behind me to see if he is looking and he meets my gaze; I quickly look away as I turn into a chili pepper.

I hear the deep rumble of his laughter, followed by, 'I know what you were gonna do.' That makes me blush even harder and I pick up a nearby hoodie from a chair and throw it at him.

"I forgot you were here!"

He catches it rapidly, right before it touches his face, which is kinda hot. He lowers his hand to reveal his broad smile and crinkled eyes; I feel like I am going to combust.

I look to the floor as I turn red again. Why the hell am I blushing so much?

"Okay, okay, ugly. Stop laughing at me," I say shyly.

"Alright I'll stop," he promises, and I look up to see him struggling to suppress his smile.

"Wait, what did you wanna tell me again?" He asks, his suppressed smile vanishing from existence, replaced by curiosity.

All the colour drains from my face as I remember what happened prior my nap. Why am I always sleeping when Cristiano comes over?

"U-umm..." I trail off and begin playing with my fingers as I look to the tiled floors. They are suddenly more interesting than his eyes.

"Well? Is something wrong?" He questions worriedly as he gets off my bed and walks up to me.

I look to his eyes for a brief moment before answering, "James and I kissed!" I quickly cover my mouth and my eyes go wide as I realise what I said. It just slipped out!

Anger immediately dominates his beautifully sculpted angelic face. I think I find him even more attractive when he is angry.

"What the hell!?" He shouts.

Well, not when he is angry at me.

"Wait! I worded that wrong!" I quickly try to correct my mistake.