Crismes One Shots - Cristiano Ronaldo/James Rodriguez

Yes Daddy, I Will.

*** Oioii :) If you can't tell from the title, this chapter is going to be... very interesting. Here's an official warning from me to you, this one-shot will include daddy kink so (ahem) if that's not your thing or you just don't like reading it then I'd skip this part. Otherwise, enjoy! ***

At first, it was just teasing. It was a game between Cristiano and well... Everyone. It wasn't just for James and him, he would joke this way with Marcelo, Dybala, Ricky, anyone. They would all joke and call Cris daddy every now and then, no one took it seriously. There was nothing remotely sexual about the remarks, or at least until tonight that is.

Cristiano stared at the sleeping figure next to him, the Colombian was fast asleep, his body being covered by the bed's white sheet. The night had started off fairly normal, with the two of them watching a movie in Cris' living room together. Then the kisses began, which grew into heated makeouts, soon enough the pair were stumbling into Cristiano's room. Clothes were scattered over the floor, and they were getting really into it. Cris remembers vividly what happened the moment he bit particularly hard on James inner thigh, the boy's whimper and his hands fisting in Cristiano's hair.

"Ugh, daddy please."

That phrase. That exact phrase. The words. The way they rolled off of his tongue, his whimpers and his whining combining with the word 'daddy' drove Cris wild. He never heard anyone call him that in this way before, it was both so new to him. He didn't stop kissing or leaving marks on James' body the whole time, he wanted to hear more. He wanted James to keep calling him that, and he did. James must have got a hint or something as he didn't stop. He would whisper it into the air, hiss it into the bed sheets, moan it in Cristiano's ear as the night rolled on.

He didn't know how long they stayed awake, basking in each other's presence, using each other's bodies for their own pleasure. He actually didn't want to stop, but James grew tired and his kisses got lazier as time passed. As much as Cristiano wanted to keep going, he respected James enough to let him sleep in peace.

So here he was, tucked under the bed sheets next to the boy. The boy that well, completely ruined the word daddy for Cris. He could never hear the word again without thinking about James like this.

*****

Cris was staring at the yellow and green bananas that were on display in front of him, he was decinding on which ones to get. He couldn't exactly get just the yellow ones, because he doubts he'd honestly eat them up before they turned brown. If he got some green ones though, they would have time to turn yellow. As he stared at the fruits, he didn't notice the figure sneaking up behind him.

"Boo!" The person shouted just as Cris grabbed a handful of green bananas, jumping slightly he dropped a banana on the ground. Grumbling he grabbed it and turned, ready to lecture the unknown stranger to not scare random people like that.

However, as he seen the person, he felt all his air get knocked out of his lungs. It was James. He was grinning, showing off his gorgeous smile. His eyes had a light twinkle in them as he backed away slowly.

"Well hello daddy," James blushed and batted his eyelashes at Cris. Cristiano was at a loss of words, images of the night before flashed in his head; images of James panting into the bed, his knuckles white as he squeezed the pillows under his head, Cris gasped and felt his hand slip. Soon enough the bananas were scattered on the ground. James smirked and stared down at the fruit. "Butter fingers hm?"

"I... Yeah." Cris chuckled nervous and bent down picking them up quickly. He stood and felt stupid as James was watching him smiling. James was chewing on his bottom lip staring at Cris.

"You missed one," James pointed out the green banana that lay right behind Cris. Cristiano was about to pick it up but James' hand shot out stopping him. Cris stared as James got down on his knees, staring up at him oh so innocently. "Don't worry, I got it."