Robsten imagines by @rkimagines

FIFA World Cup

Robert and Kristen are sitting on the couch watching the FIFA World Cup 2014. Kristen is leaning against her boyfriend's side as he tries to explain the rules of football to her. Kristen quickly catches on, though she's not sure how interesting she finds the sport. She adjusts so she's even closer to Rob and puts her face against his chest. "Mmmm..." she mumbles when she smells him on his shirt.

"YES!" Rob exclaims so loud and so sudden he startles his girlfriend.

"Fuck," Kristen hisses through her breath trying to get her heart to beat at a normal pace.

"Let me guess, your team threw the ball int-" she starts lifting her head from his chest so she can look up at him.

"Kicked," he corrects her taking a swig of his beer. He sets it down on the table and puts his arm around her.

"I'm teasing you." Kristen sees that he's watching the match again and decides to just let him have his man time. From time to time, she looks up at him to see if she has his attention, but every time he just looks at the small men on the screen kicking to the ball. She places a small peck on his jaw line, before she lays her head in his lap. When Kristen sees the bulge in his pants she has to fight hard not to burst out laughing. Talking about hard...

"Oh God, are you-?" she giggles as he squirms on the couch trying to adjust his tight pants.

"Your face is basically in my crotch, how could I not be?" Rob growls making Kristen laugh even more before she gets an idea for how to get his attention away from the game.

She sits up on the couch properly and Rob sighs in relief though she can see he is still... excited. Slowly and cat-like she crawls over his body pretending to want some of the candy that are in the bowl on the table, completely aware of her booty, not to mention the lace of her red thong, being on blatant display for him. Kristen feels his eyes glide from the screen to her bum and she smirks.

Quickly she grabs a toffee, throws it into her mouth and sits back next to him. "Uuhhmm... this tastes so good... fuck, oh God!" Kris moans knowing exactly what she's doing to him. He side-eyes her.

She scoots a little closer to him and starts running her hands up and down his torso as she places wet kisses along the crook of his neck. He tries to concentrate on the television but when Kristen starts licking and biting at his skin, his eyes roll back in his head.

"Kris, please, I'm trying to watch the World Cup. I promise we'll do that later, okay?"

She nods, slightly annoyed and sits back in her seat beside him. He has just gotten home from Sydney and it's been a long time since they've had time for some "funny bussiness". To say she misses it and is desperate to get it is an understatement.

When some minutes have passed without him showing the slightest interest in anything but the football match, Kristen reaches for her beer on the table. When she "accidentally" spills on her top, she mumbles an "oh oopsie" before she grabs the hem of her shirt and slowly drags it off, leaving her black lace bra there for him to see. This time it's too much for him to take and he pulls his own shirt off and lies down on the couch pulling his girlfriend on top of him.

"I thought you were watching the world cup," Kristen smiles as he moves his lips roughy against hers.

"I would have if it wasn't because I got distracted all the time," Rob explains kissing her harder.

"It was only Mexico and Cameroon, anyway, babe. I promise to let you be when it's Spain and the Netherlands," she promises before he starts working with the opening of her bra.

Just as Kristen has unzipped his pants and yanked down his boxer briefs, they hear a loud roar from the television; they figure some of the teams must have scored a winning goal, and if they'd been in any other condition, they would've laughed at how symbolic it was.

Written by Kath

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