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hellooo everyone :) hope you like it
REMEMBER: english is not my first language
fluff (smut, but just talking) word count: 2k
“Mason, what the heck is Lewis doing here??” You asked when you saw his brother walking towards the two of you. You were at the airport waiting for the car that would take you to the villa. Mason organized your vacation and it would be a great summer in Greece, you've never been there and Mason promised he'd take you.
The plans are to spend ten days in Greece and another ten days in Italy, then return home to enjoy the last few days lazily in bed. You know that his family already went on vacation three days ago, but you realized that he never mentioned their destination.
“Well, he's on vacation, just like us.”
“Alright, maybe you forgot to mention that it's a family trip?” You asked him in an angry voice, and he gulped seeing that you don't like it. “Why didn't you tell me anything?”
“Y/N, please, don’t be like that.” He cupped your face, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “That's why I didn't say anything, you would never come if you knew.”
“It's because I don't want to disturb your family trip, I feel like an intruder.”
“Don’t say that, you are my girlfriend now and they can wait to meet you.” He gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead. “And now you’re part of the family too.”
“Hey guys, finally.” Lewis arrived excited and you immediately hugged him. You've known him for a few months now but have avoided meeting the rest of Mason's family. What if they don’t like you? You would rather die. Definitely. “Everyone is excited to meet you, Y/N.”
“Did you tell them I was coming?” You asked Mason, pretending to cry.
“My mom is excited to meet you and she wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't bring you.” He said as he takes your bags, then Lewis leads you to the car.
“The kids are excited to play with Uncle Masey.” You couldn't help but smile hearing that. Mason was totally in love with his nephew and nieces and you knew he missed them all because he talked about the kids to you all the time.
“I miss them all.”
You were nervous, your hands were sweating and shaking and your heart was racing. The way to the villa wasn't long and you talked a lot while you didn't get there, but as soon as the car stopped, you felt your stomach hurt with anxiety. You've met other boyfriends' families before, but it was the first time you wanted them to like you. With others, you didn't care if their mothers liked you, even if they all did in the end.
Mason got out of the car and helped you out, while Lewis took off your bags and set them aside. You heard the kids laughing and playing and you heard the sound of someone jumping into the pool.
“Hey, they will love you as much as I do, don't be nervous.” Mason said to you as Lewis went up the stairs to the house. He holds your hand and squeezes, leaving a kiss on your palm, pulling you in for a kiss afterwards. “Summer is already in love with you and she doesn't even know you.”
“I can't help it.” You said and hugged him, placing your head on his chest. “My hands are sweaty.”
“Come on, let's go in.” Mason told you and pulled you into the house. He couldn’t stop smiling as he heard everyone laughing and talking loudly, almost running to the pool area where everyone was. “C’mon, Y/N.”
Mason took advantage of the fact that he was wearing summer clothes and took off his shirt and sneakers, left his phone on a table and ran to the pool, jumping in. You could see them all cheering as they watched Uncle Mason run and jump in the pool with them, and you heard his mom and sister complaining as the water splashed everywhere.
You stood at the door after observing the house, which is beautiful and spacious. His mother and sisters were lying on the sun loungers soaking up the sun, and you could see his father, his brothers-in-law and his big brother chatting in the shade while they drank something. You smiled when you saw Summer and Poppy quickly swimming towards Mason, hugging him and talking to him, also begging their uncle to play with them. Harley was getting ready to jump in and yell for Mason to watch him, so he stopped and watched his nephew jump into the pool, trying to repeat what his uncle just did.
Debbie looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, so she quickly gets up and walks over to you with a smile.
“Oh, Y/N, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.” She said and you smiled at her caring voice. “I've waited so long for this, look, you're so beautiful.”
“Hello Debbie, nice to meet you.” You said and felt your cheeks turn red, but she pulled you into a tight hug and you felt relief throughout your body. “I'm sorry it took me so long to get to know you, it was my fault.”
“Don't worry darling, I'm happy to meet you. We have a lot to talk about, don't we? But let me introduce you to the others.”
Mason got out of the pool and stands by your side as Debbie introduces you to Jaz and Stacey, they both laughed with you and were friendly, so you wondered why you were scared to meet his family. After you greet everyone and talk a little, Jaz took you to the room so you can see the two sleeping babies, Mila and Honey, Mason's youngest nieces. They look adorable and you couldn’t help but smile, they look comfortable and you wish you had a lazy life like them.
Jaz told you to put on your bikini to enjoy the afternoon with them, so you went back to the living room to get your suitcase and she took you to your and Mason's room. You gasped at the view from the room. It's on the second floor of the house and you can only see the ocean in your view. The big bed in the middle of the room seemed softer than yours, you could see a bathroom with a bathtub and a view of the sea too.
“Wow, look at this.” Jaz agreed and laughed at your reaction. “I have never seen such a beautiful view.”
“I'm jealous of your room, to be honest.” Jaz said and you smiled at her as you opened your suitcase, looking for a bikini. “But it's only fair that you guys have the best view since Mason paid for the house.”
“He didn't even tell me it would be a family vacation, I thought it would just be the two of us. But I'm glad I finally met you guys and I'm excited for the next few days.”
“Get changed and come enjoy the pool with us.”
Since you thought the vacation would be just the two of you, you didn't find any appropriate clothes to wear. It all felt bold and you weren't sure if you should wear something like that in front of his family, but you decided to put on a black bikini, the most common one you brought, just to avoid any embarrassment.
You walked down the stairs and they were all talking, as soon as Mason saw you he called you to his side, but as soon as you got close he pulled you to sit on his thigh. Debbie was smiling at you and you blushed when Mason left a kiss on your shoulder.
“You are beautiful love.” You smiled at him.
“We need to go shopping.” He looked at you confused and you shrugged. “I don't think my bikinis are decent to wear in front of your parents.”
“Don’t be silly.” He looked around and when he saw that no one was looking, he put his hand on your thigh. “You look sexy as hell.”
“Wait until you see the bathtub in our room.”
“You're kidding me, right?” you could see his mischievous smile and you placed your hand on the back of his head, stroking. “Are you serious? Do we have a bathtub?”
“Yes, and with a view of the ocean.”
“Someone save me please.” He leaned his forehead against you and you laughed at his reaction. “We are definitely not leaving that room.”
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“Summer, please, uncle Masey and auntie Y/N need to sleep, baby.” Jaz tried to convince Summer to get off Mason's lap. He has played several games with her, Poppy and Harley and after that, they were coloring. Poppy and Harley were ready for bed and Jaz had been trying to talk to Summer for a few minutes. “Look, Poppy and Harley are ready to bed and you'll sleep together, just like a sleepover. What do you think?”
You smiled when you saw Summer got interested in the idea of sleeping with her cousins, so she got off Mason's lap and headed towards her mother. Poppy was lying on the couch next to you and ended up cuddling up to you, resting her head on your arm. Mila was sleeping in your arms after her bottle and Mason couldn't stop looking at you with a baby in your arms.
As much as you wanted to keep holding her, you were sleepy and you could see that Mason was sleepy too because of the long day and hours of flying. Jaz's husband came over and picked up Mila, taking her to the bedroom while Stacey picked up Poppy.
Everyone said goodnight and went to their rooms, leaving you and Mason alone in the living room sitting on the couch. The wind came in and you felt it on your face, smiling to yourself when you felt Mason pull you against him.
“Is it too late for a bath?”
“I think it's the right time, to be honest.”
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“I never want to go back to England.” You said with your eyes closed, feeling Mason's hands run down your body while the two of you are in the bathtub. Mason is leaning against the bathtub and you are between his legs, laying on his chest. “Sun, beach and a bathtub? What more could I want?”
“Yeah, that’s perfect.” Mason spoke and ran his hand over your skin, bringing it to your nipple. You shivered at his touch, knowing he begged you to get into the bath naked for a reason. “But I would like one more thing.”
“What else?”
“I would like hot sex for a few hours.” You laughed and moved, kneeling in the bathtub facing him. “This would be my perfect day.”
“Would you like to add something?” You kissed his neck, then he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Do you think they will hear any noise?”
“I don’t think so.” Mason groans when you ran your hand over his chest, scratching it with your nails. “Please, baby, give me a ride here.”
✦۟ ࣭ ⊹
“Did you sleep well?” Debbie asked during breakfast the next day, so you glanced over at Mason and saw him give her a smile. “Did you like the room?”
“Yes, Mom, we slept very well.” You agreed with him, remembering that you only slept a few hours because you decided to spend hours awake having fun in the bathtub and the big bed. No matter how little you slept, you feel renewed. “Y/N loved the bathtub.”
You choked on your food when you heard him, feeling your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Lewis started laughing to himself on the couch when he realized what Mason had said, but luckily no one else noticed his mischievous tone.
“Auntie Y/N, can you go to the pool with me and Poppy today?” Summer asked you and you agreed, smiling at her.
“Sure, but what do you think about going to the beach and then the pool?”
Hours later, you were lying next to Mason on a sun lounger on the beach in Mykonos, just watching the sea and the sound of the waves as you listened to them talk around you. Mason ran his hands through your hair and sometimes left a few kisses on your lips.
“I told you they would love you, didn't I?”
“You said. I loved meeting them too, thank you.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Mase.”
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The Footyblr Political Matrix
Welcome to the thing that has consumed my life for the last few months. I've decided to plot every footballer and manager this site loses their shit for on a political matrix.
Not a political spectrum - I really can't be arsed to guess their left/right leanings. Instead, we have a matrix, measuring:
Political Ideation (vertical axis) - How do they see the world? Do they have good ideas or bad ideas?
and
Political Intelligence (horizontal axis) - Do they have a clue what's going on? Could they make an argument for anything?
These judgments are based on their actions both on and off the pitch.
Disclaimer
This document is the result of years of careful, thorough analysis. It is 208% accurate. If you disagree with it, cope. I have a degree in Politics. The position of your favs on here does not affect you.
A lot of women's football players are left out of this as I don't want to pit them against men. The ones that are on there are there for a good time!
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Edits 05/03/24: amended Bounou's description to say "Emerging Arabian figurehead"
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favorite t-shirt - christian pulisic
summary: after an afternoon spent together, the rain forces Christian and Y/N into a startlingly domestic evening, and he’s not quite sure how to handle himself
pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings/tags: established relationship, new relationship, Christian being the nervous little introvert that he is, tooth-rotting fluff
requested: no
song inspo: “Favorite T-Shirt” by Jake Scott
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notes: happy fic-versary!!! Exactly one year ago today, I posted my first fic on this account so I wanted to do just a little something for it. I haven’t written for Christian in a bit but I figure it was only right to go back to my roots with a lilte fluffy piece for him to celebrate the occasion!! ☺️ This is an idea I’ve had for quite some time, so I hope I did it justice! Feedback is always appreciated!! Also, I don’t know what kind of car Christian has, but for the sake of the fic, please pretend it’s some sort of SUV
“You ready?” Christian, looked over at you, eyebrows drawn upward in anticipation of your answer. He leaned slightly into the center console of his car, leaning closer to you as a grin of child-like glee washes over his features. The little crinkles by his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.
You only nodded in return, lips pursed as you tried (in vain) to hold back your smile. You rested your hand on the handle of the car door, watching as Christian did the same, not breaking eye contact with you as he did so.
“Three…” he began counting, and your heart leapt at the silliness of it all.
“Two..” he continued, and you wiggled in your seat as you prepared yourself to jump out of the car.
“One! Make a run for it!” he shouted, flinging the car door open and leaping from his seat. You followed suit, stepping out into the torrential downpour of rain. It was the kind of rain that made it difficult to see anything more than 20 feet in front of you, and you felt the fabric of your shirt become soaked immediately as the raindrops hit it.
You giggled at the fact that, rather than sprinting to the front door to preserve his own clothes, Christian was waiting for you as you rounded the front of the car, his hand outstretched for you to take. You quickly did so, and the two of you ran up the winding sidewalk toward the front door of his home.
However, you hadn’t accounted for the rain-slicked concrete, and as the two of you rounded the sharp corner, your shoe slid, losing traction and sent you flying to the ground. Thankfully, your momentum carried you into the grass, your landing soft as you hit the ground.
A hearty laugh broke from your lips, the kind that shook your whole body. You only found humor in the fall, no longer able to hold in the glee that seemed to be filling up your entire body after the perfect day you’d had.
Though Christian’s mind had filled with worry as soon as he felt your hand slip from his, he was relieved as he saw you laughing from your spot in the grass.
Ever the sensible one, Christian slipped your phone from your pocket (since you had decided to leave everything else in the car to save it from the rain) and tossed it, along with his phone, wallet, and keys under the shelter of the front porch and ran back out to help you to your feet.
When you had calmed your laughter, you opened your eyes, looking above you to see Christian standing over your body. He had a foot on either side of you as he stared down at you incredulously, an amused smile on his face. He held his hand out for you to take, helping you to your feet.
As you stood before him, Christian pulls your hands, that were still in his, up and over his shoulders so that you would wrap them around his neck. He dropped his arms to wrap them around your waist, pulling your body fully into his as the rain continued to pour around you.
The two of you couldn’t stop smiling as you just stood there, soaked, a bit cold, and taking each other in. You admired his features, and he only seemed more beautiful with the raindrops falling down his cheeks. You reached a hand up to the top of his head, running your fingers through his curls that had grown more prominent as the rain wetted them.
You couldn’t help yourself from cradling his jaw in both of your hands, pulling his face toward you as you connected your lips in a gentle kiss, feeling the cold raindrops splashing on your cheeks as you pressed yourself even closer to him.
Kissing him felt like a breath of fresh air.
The kiss was only broken a shiver ran its way up your spine, the cold rain chilling your bones.
Christian grinned down at you. “Come on,” he spoke, kissing both of your cheeks, your nose, and then your forehead before grabbing your hand. “Let’s get inside.”
The two of you ran to his front door, seeking the warmth of the indoors, and you stumbled quickly to his bathroom. You pulled two towels out of a cabinet, handing one to him as you both attempted to soak up some of the water that had seeped into your clothes.
As you were attempting to squeeze the water out of your hair, Christian mumbled something about getting a change of clothes and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
The day had been nothing short of perfect. Christian had let you know the week prior that he had a day off and wanted to take you on a picnic— nothing extravagant, just the two of you, in a scenic area he had discovered not long after moving to Milan, spending time together and getting to catch up. Your relationship with him was fairly new, and Christian jumped at every opportunity he had to just spend some quiet time with you, talking and getting to know you better.
The whole plan had been perfect— that is, until it started sprinkling when you were about 15 minutes from your destination. Christian sighed, swearing up and down that he had double- and triple-checked the forecast for rain. Your reassurance to him that it would probably pass quickly proved to be false when, as Christian parked the car, the rain had only increased in its intensity.
Christian’s sigh of disappointment was unmistakable— his shoulders were slumped as he mumbled an apology for “driving you all the way out here for nothing” and he reached his hand up to the gear shift to drive away.
But you had stopped him with a hand on his bicep, instead crawling over the seats into his trunk. The sound of the rain grew significantly louder when you pulled the handle and opened the door to the trunk, gesturing for Christian to join you as you laid out the blankets that he had packed for the two of you
The next few hours were spent feeding each other bits of the food he had packed, talking about everything from your family, to his transfer over the summer and how he was adjusting, to the ideas you had recently had for new decorations in your apartment. The sound of rain and occasional thunder accompanied your conversation in the background the entire time. It was truly the perfect afternoon with him.
It all left a funny feeling of warmth in your chest, despite the cold, wet clothes you were peeling off of your body now. When you had stripped down to only your underwear, you heard a knock on the door of the bathroom.
You opened it, peeking around the side of the door so that your half-naked body was still shielded from sight, and found Christian standing there in only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He had clearly run the towel through his hair, the ends sticking up on various directions. Your tummy couldn’t help but flutter at the sight of him.
He held his hands up to you, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes and quietly muttered “these are for you.”
You took them from him, noting the plaid fabric resting on top of the stack.
“I didn’t have anything else, so I figured you could wear a pair of my boxers until your clothes are dry.”
You felt the heat rise to your face, knowing your cheeks sported the same pink blush that Christian’s currently did.
“Thank you.”
“Um, you can just.. toss your clothes in the washer with mine if you want. I’ll be down in the kitchen.”
With a nod, you retreated back into the bathroom, heart fluttering at how nervous you clearly made him.
You peeled the rest of your clothes from your body, replacing them with the items Christian had left for you. The fabric smelled faintly of him, and you had lost yourself for a moment, with the t-shirt bunched up in your hands, pressed to your nose, as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. It smelled like home.
Minutes later, after tossing your rain-drenched clothes in the washer and starting the load, you found yourself wandering down the hallways of Christian’s home, admiring the picture of his friends and family that lined the walls as you passed.
When you finally entered the kitchen, you found Christian leaning with his back against the countertop, staring at something on his phone screen. He had put on a t-shirt as well, you noticed, and couldn’t help self-indulgently thinking that you would have liked it much better if he hadn’t.
He perked up, looking at you when he heard your soft footsteps entering the room and you watched as he went slightly slack-jawed at the sight of you.
In his mind, his thoughts were running wild. This was the first time Christian had ever seen you in his clothes, and he already knew he’d jump at the opportunity to have you wear them more often in the future. His tummy did a little flip at the sight of the waistband of his sweatpants that you had rolled up a few times so they wouldn’t cover your feet.
He decided in that moment that the one you were wearing would forever be his favorite t-shirt.
He did his best to pull himself together, but he knew immediately by the slight smirk on your face that you had clocked onto his reaction.
“I-I was, uh… I was thinking we could order food or something while we wait for our clothes to dry, and then I can take you home if you want,” he did his best to speak casually, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes kept scanning your body wearing his clothes.
He wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was some weird possessive side of him that was causing him to react this way, but he knew then and there was the most beautiful you had ever looked.
You just hummed a soft, “okay,” as you walked toward him, taking the phone from his hands and placing it on the counter before you tucked yourself under his chin. As he wrapped his arms around your torso, you titled your chin up, placing the softest of kisses at the base of his neck, and Christian prayed that you couldn’t feel the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
“O-Or if you don’t want me to take you home tonight, you’re welcome to stay here, too,” he added, speaking a bit hurriedly, because he didn’t want you to feel like he was kicking you out, either.
“Okay,” you repeated softly.
Okay you’ll stay, or okay you want me to take you home?
Christian couldn’t get his mind or his heart to settle as he overthought every little thing. Your relationship being fairly new, this was the most intimate and domestic scenario the two of you had found yourselves in so far, and he was terrified of overdoing it. Yet he had asked you to spend the night at his (for the first time ever) before he could even think twice about it.
You could practically feel the way his thoughts were running wild from the stiffness in his arms as he held you. So you did what Christian so often did for you when you were stressed.
You noticed weeks ago that, though Christian wasn’t huge on PDA, in the little private moments, he showed affection through touch a lot. Frequently, when you would express to him that you were nervous or stressed, he would seek out some form of skin-to-skin contact to help settle you—often it took the form of him slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt to trace small shapes and patters on the skin of your back.
So, as you felt his racing heart beneath your cheek, you slipped your fingers under his shirt, flattening your palms over his stomach, feeling the ridges of his muscles beneath your hands. Christian’s breath caught in his throat as you did this, causing his chest and stomach to shiver with the shaky breath.
Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the small giggle that escaped your lips, finding Christian’s nervousness incredibly endearing.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, pressing another short kiss to his jaw to show him you were just playing.
That small gesture (along with your touch under his shirt) did wonders to settle his heart.
He had nothing to worry about, he knew that. It was just you and him, and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.
He was only able to respond with a smile, tightening his arms around you a little more, keeping you pressed as close as possible. He repeated his actions from your embrace in the rain, kissing each cheek, your nose, and then your forehead before he dropped his head down to press his nose into yours.
You let out a soft hum as he gently brushed his lips over yours, leaving you longing for more. Unsatisfied with the barely-there touch, you kissed him firmly, holding his face to yours by the back of his neck, tugging lightly at the short hairs on his nape.
The kiss was broken by both of you grinning wide, unable to contain the joy you felt that seemed to be spilling over.
“I love you,” you whispered. It wasn’t the first time you had said it, but it still made Christian’s tummy flip all the same.
“I love you, too,” he whispered, just as softly.
And despite the rain that had seemingly ruined his plans for your date, Christian felt that the day couldn’t have been more perfect.
It was perfect because he had spent it with you. And that alone was enough.
“So, what was that you were saying about ordering food?” you broke the brief silence, and Christian couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.
That’s my girl.
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Ho Ho Hoe
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Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Warnings: last minute packing, some friendly teasing, christmas related underwear, cheesy pick up lines sorta, oliver takes the blame, christian is just as cheesy, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving),dom!chris for a second, face sitting, praise kink from chris's end.
Word Count: 2,033
Author's Note: when I was plotting these out, pookie said this one suited chris and I couldn't agree more. he's so dorky, it fits him to a t lmao
merry smutmas series
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You find a pair of Christmas boxers in Christian’s suitcase and decide to tease him about it.
The Pulisic family had been celebrating the holidays in Florida every year and this year you'd be joining them.
You are an instant shoo in from the moment you began dating Christian five years ago. Both his sister and his mother saw how quickly you adapted to their family and to their traditions, which is something that they really, truly loved about you. Along the way, you sprinkled in a few of your old little traditions that you did with your family.
Last year, you and Christian had spent the holidays with your family. The two of you rotate every year between the holidays, that way the families don't feel you're picking one over the other.
You were on the floor of your bedroom as you tried to re-pack the suitcase that Christian had 'packed', but really just tossed everything into. You'd be flying from Milan to Florida in 3 days so you were trying to get as much as you could done.
He was on his way home from training, his phone in the little holder as he called you.
"You're the fucking worst at packing," you start the moment you answer the phone. Christian laughs, "hello to you too, sweetheart. Why am I getting yelled at?"
You huff, the phone was on speaker and rested on your thigh as you refolded the clothes. "I have to repack the suitcase, not like you even packed it to begin with."
"I did too! I put everything in!"
"Yeah, just tossed it in. How are you meant to find anything or even fit everything in like this?"
You can already tell he's rolling his eyes. "Anyways," he starts, "did you eat? shall I pick up dinner?"
"Yeah, please." You smiled, folding the boxers you found and put them in a nice pile. You listened to your boyfriend rattle on the diner options when you fished out the bright green boxers with candy canes on it from the suitcase.
It struck you as odd, Christian wasn't one for bright colours; he stuck to the usual colours of navy blue, black and grey.
"Yeah sure, pasta's fine." You tell him, setting the boxers to the side. "See you in a bit."
You continue to repack the suitcase, folding the clothes neatly and tightly to fit as much as you can into the suitcase. It was maybe half an hour later when the front door opens and you hear your boyfriend shouting for you.
"In the bedroom!" You shouted back.
Christian smiles at you when he finds you, "hi beautiful."
"Hello you, how was training?"
"Good, tiring." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you on the floor. "How's the packing going?"
"Good, tiring." You tell him, "I didn't know you were a fan of bright colours though."
Christian raises an eyebrow, looking at you a bit confused. "What are you talking about?"
You hold up the bright green boxers with candy canes on it, "where'd you get these?" You asked, giggling. Christian's face goes bright red, his cheeks and the tips of his ears as red as a McIntosh apple.
"I.. I bought them as a joke. Oliver said he bought a pair last year and his wife loved them."
"So now you're getting sex advice from Oliver?"
"What?! No!"
You laughed, your boyfriend's face still as red as it was before, maybe never more. "Well, they made me laugh."
Chris smiles, "did you see what they say?"
You looked closer at the boxers, between the candy canes says 'suck me like a candy cane.' You think you laughed so hard you snorted, Christian smiles at your reaction.
"You're so unserious." You tossed the boxers at him, making him laugh. Christian kisses the top of your head, dropping the boxers on the bed. "Dinner's on the table, I'm gonna take a shower."
Holding onto Christian's legs, you pull yourself up. "You're not hungry?"
"I'll eat later, go on before it gets cold." Your boyfriend kisses you softly and lets you go.
Dinner was eaten quietly, christian taking his sweet time into the shower before joining you nearly an hour later, shirtless and sweatpants handing off his hips.
Thumb pushing against your teeth, you hummed as you watched him plop himself down on the couch next to you.
"What?" He asks, arm stretched over the backrest of the couch.
"Nothing," you smiled, scooting closer to your boyfriend.
Your head rested on his chest, the two of you watching the cheesy holiday movie you had put on. An arm stretched over his abs, fingers delicately tracing over the indented lines along his skin, moving over to his forearm. His tiger tattoo has always been one of your favourites, your nail pressing into the ink as you moved from one detail to the other.
Christian notices your hand, not thinking much of it; this was a normal thing for you two, your hands were always on him. It wasn't until he felt your hand move from his arm to his hip, fingers creeping closer to the hem of his sweatpants that he stopped you.
"Don't even think about it." His hand catches you, hand wrapped around your wrist.
You huffed. "Why not?"
"I'm trying to watch the movie."
"They all end the same way, a kiss in the snow." You tell him and Christian rolls his eyes, "way to ruin it for me."
You press your lips together, biting back a laugh. Christian lets go to your hand, letting it rest over his lap. That was his mistake. Your hands wander, as they always do, rubbing along his thigh and up to the bulge in his pants.
As much as he tries to ignore you, he can't. Christian's head tips back into the couch, a soft groan slipping past his lips.
"What happened to don't even think about it?" You teased, moving to sit between his legs. Christian rolls his eyes, dropping a pillow onto the floor for you.
He mumbles, telling you to shut up as you reach for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. The last thing you were expecting to come face to face with was bright green boxers with candy canes on them.
"You're fucking joking," you laughed, looking up at him. "They were already on the bed, babe. What was I supposed to do?"
"Get a pair from the drawer?" You suggested, laughing at him. "I cannot take you seriously."
Christian takes matters into his own hands, taking them off and tossing it behind him somewhere. "Okay gone now, c'mon."
"You're so demanding," you laughed.
He nods, giving you a tight lipped smile watching as you lean forward with your mouth open, tongue out and Christian bites back a groan; doesn’t matter how many times he sees you like that, you look perfect every time.
No matter how much he tries, he can’t pull his eyes away from you. His head tilting back at the feeling of your mouth on him, your hand wrapped around what can’t fit.
Your tongue swirled around the tip, hand slowing up and down the length of his cock in the meantime.
Chris's hand tangles in your hair, holding it away from your face as you take all of him in your mouth. He sighs, a string of explicits slipping past his lips.
You glance up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, because he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay.
“Made just for me, weren't you?” He mumbles, his hand rests on your jaw. His hand turns over and you feel his knuckles brush along your cheek. “Like being on your knees for me, hm? Good girl.”
The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster.
Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down. Christian's hips buck, your nose brushing against him.
He tugs on your hair a little, taking control of your movements before pushing you down all the way, only stopping until he hears you gag slightly. His head falls back against the cushions, your name along with a few other words tumble out as you glance up at your boyfriend once more.
You can feel his cum on your tongue before you pull off of him with a pop.
Still on your knees, your eyes are on the man as he takes a few breaths. His hand caresses your jaw for a few moments before he pulls you up and onto his lap.
"I love you, you know that?" He whispers, nose pressed into your temple. You hum, "you've gotta get rid of those."
"What?" He asks, looking at you.
You point to the green boxers that were on the floor. Christian laughs, "yeah okay, babe. Whatever you say."
Your boyfriend falls flat against the couch, laying down and you look at him a bit confused, "was it that good? Got you exhausted now?"
Christian rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you to lay flat against him. He looks at you, there's a glint in his eyes, something you only saw when he was up to something.
"What?"
"Sit on my face."
Your eyes widen, sitting up on his lap. "What?"
His brows furrow, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you as he's unsure what the confusion was about. "Did you not hear me?" He asks, "I said sit on my face."
"What? Why ?"
"I'm returning the favour, now come on."
Christian lays back and you’re still on his lap. “Come on then,” he smacks the back of your thigh lightly. “Come sit.”
You find yourself wiggling out of your shorts as you move back to sit on his face. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully on his face but his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down.
“I told you sit so fucking sit.” He mumbles from under you.
His large hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit.
Your body rocks, leaning forwards and your fingers tangle in his short, curly hair.
Christian's tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face.
"Chris," you mumbled, your chest heaving while you tug on his hair to get him to do that again. "Do that- yeah fuck."
His tongue doing figure eights over your clit.
The grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble coming on along his jaw that was scratching at the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, his nose brushing against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.
He glances up, his eyes fixed on your hand on your tit, head tossed back and mouth open. His name slips past your lips like a prayer.
“You're so beautiful,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing at your clit as you grind down on his face again.
Your legs shake for a moment, your grinding halts as you cum on his tongue. Christian's hands hold you in place, his tongue still lapping over your clit and his lips replace them a moment later.
He lets you shift off his face in your own time, laying down on his chest. Your chin rests on his chest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging across his lips. He smiles, letting you slip your finger into his mouth, biting it softly before you pull it away.
His hand resting on your lower back as you reach up to kiss him.
You can taste yourself on his lips and your hand on his jaw, rubbing along the stubble in his jaw. "See if I had bought these boxers, you wouldn't have gotten all that."
"Untrue, you can't keep your hands off of me." You reminded him, the man's cheeks now red and he laughs. "Yeah, you're right." He whispers, kissing you.
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Last Call
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Christian Pulisic x Reader
You celebrate Christian's last night in London with him.
Warnings: Cursing, smut (under 18 dni)
"Congratulazioni!" you raise your glass towards Christian as your group of friends celebrates his impending move to Italy. It's his last night in London before he goes to Milan for his official signing with his new team.
"Grazie," he grins as he taps his beer against your glass.
You glance around, thankful to be able to spend one last night with Ben, Mason, and Christian and a few others before it feels like everyone is going their separate ways.
"It's the end of an era," Ben smiles as he drapes his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a hug knowing you are by far the most emotional about your little group splitting up for the foreseeable future.
"Stop it, you're gonna make me cry," you shove him playfully.
"No tears tonight, sweetheart," Mason grins as he offers you his hand and pulls you up to dance with him.
"You could just tell him you know," he rolls his eyes as he spins you around.
"Tell, who what?" you knit your eyebrows together.
"Tell him," he nods towards Christian, "that you fancy him," he chuckles.
"What?" you shake your head, "why would I do that?"
"You really want to pretend that you two don't flirt relentlessly with each other?" he smirks.
"We don't," you stammer, "I'm actually incapable of flirting," you chuckle.
"Right," he smiles.
"Seriously, Mase, if I seem like I'm flirting I'm not, if I'm trying to flirt, it's a complete awkward disaster," you scoff.
"Well, I'll tell you a secret, only because he's leaving, but, if you wanted to flirt with him, he's not opposed," he winks.
Hearing that causes your cheeks to flush as you shake your head trying to clear your thoughts.
"Game face on," he leans down and says lowly in your ear, "he's coming over."
"Can I cut in?" Christian asks as he and Mason share a fist bump before he takes your hands and guide them around the back of his neck.
"There's my favorite London girl," he grins at you.
"Favorite London girl, huh? You have a favorite girl in every city or something?" you grin.
"Not at all," he turns you around so that your back is pressed against his chest and his fingers are gripping slightly at your hips.
He takes a minute to savor the way you feel against him before dipping his head to run his nose along your neck, inhaling the slightly sweet and floral scent of your perfume before barely grazing a kiss behind your ear.
Your skin erupts in goosebumps as your eyes flutter closed at his movements.
"You gonna send me to Italy without reminding what those lips feel like on mine?" he speaks directly into your ear causing heat to flare at your core.
It's not a big secret that you and Christian have found yourselves sharing a slightly tipsy make out session on more than one occasion, but that's as far as it's ever gone between the two of you. However, the way he's gripping at your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him makes you think that maybe he wishes that was different.
"Italy's not that far, Christian," you smirk, "and I'm sure you'll have plenty of new favorites lining up for you when you get there, you won't even miss me."
"Of course I will," he scoffs, "miss you, I mean, but we don't have to miss each other, y/n, like you said, Italy's not that far," he shoots you a devilish grin that you're sure could get you into trouble.
"LAST CALL" you hear blare out over the loud speakers announcing that the club you're in will be closing soon, interrupting your conversation with Christian.
"Last call, y/n" he mumbles, his lips only inches from yours.
"We better go," you take a step back from him and swallow harshly, giving his hand a squeeze.
"Yeah, we better go," he says somewhat defeated.
You settle your tab and make your way to the exit saying good night to everyone.
Mason pulls you into a hug and whispers "just do it, y/n" before giving you a brief smile.
"Come see me?" Christian says as he pulls you into him and you bury your head against his chest knowing this could be the last time you see him for a while.
You nod looking up at him, a mixture of hope and desperation in his eyes.
"You're going to do so well there, I just know it," you whisper before placing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"See ya around, Chris," you force a smile as you blink back tears and slide into your waiting Uber.
As you pull away you watch Christian watching your car before hopping into his own Uber.
You're not sure if it's the way he was looking at you as you left or the slight confidence boost from the small amount of alcohol you've consumed, but you pull out your phone and send a single text, a pin location for the address for the small townhouse you rent just outside of the city.
You can see that he's read your text, but there's no reply so you drop your phone back into your bag and lean your head back against the seat and let a couple of tears finally fall from your eyes.
Your car drops you off at your house and as you are unlocking the door you hear another car pulling into the driveway. You turn to see Christian climbing out of the backseat and making his way up the small path towards you.
"Hey" he grins as he trails his eyes up and down your body, fully appreciating you.
"Hi," you smile as your stomach somersaults.
He follows you inside watching as you kneel down to unbuckle the straps on your heels as kicks his own shoes off. He offers you his hand as you stand back up, sighing as your feet relax against the cool tiles.
"Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? A snack or anything?" you ask quietly as he trails behind you on your way to the kitchen.
"Water would be good," he smirks.
You hand him a bottle of water from the fridge, pulling one out for yourself as well as he leans against the counter opposite from you.
You watch each other take a long drink before he reaches over and swipes his thumb below your bottom lip capturing the small amount of water that spilled.
"I'm guessing you didn't just invite me over for refreshments," he smiles as he skims his hand over your neck tilting your head back and tracing his thumb along the lower side of your jaw before licking his lips and running his nose along the column of your neck.
"No" you sigh, a breathy moan escaping as he kisses down your neck following the same path his nose had just taken.
"Then why did you invite me, y/n" he grins against you before tipping your chin forward again to force you to look him in the eyes.
Your cheeks flush, now a bit embarrassed to admit why you invited him over.
"I think you know why, Christian," you blink a couple of times and bite your lower lip softly.
"I do, but I want to hear you say it," he breathes out, his mind fuzzy at the sight of you standing in front of him too shy to admit what you want.
"I want," you start but stop to think of exactly what you want to say, suddenly intimidated by the man standing in front of you.
He nods, encouraging you to finish your sentence.
"I want you to go to Italy with the taste of me on your lips," you lean forward and whisper into his ear, as if confessing your innermost secret, and perhaps in a way you are.
"That's my girl," he chuckles before leaning down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss.
His hands roam over your body hungrily as you grip your fingers into his hair and moan into his mouth when his tongue tangles with yours.
"You're sure about this," he says quietly as his kisses over your bare shoulder.
"Yes" you breathe out as his hands slide around to find the zipper at the back of your dress.
"Good" he smirks as he lowers the zipper and peels your tight strapless dress down your body.
"Jesus," he bites his lip as he looks at you in a black strapless bra and matching lace thong before crashing his lips to yours again.
"Where's your room?" he mumbles as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his lean torso.
"Up the stairs, end of the hallway," you sigh before attacking his neck with kisses as he carries you to your room.
He settles you on your feet and nudges you towards the bed. He leans down and kisses you again, much slower and gentler until you your gripping at his biceps silently begging for more.
He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it across the room with a chuckle before pushing you down onto the bed and following you as you inch your way towards your pillows.
"God you're perfect," he groans as his eyes trail over your body and his thumbs graze over your nipples.
You gasp when he dips his head to pull one of them into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers before kissing his way down your body.
He bites at the lace on your underwear, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as he runs his fingers over your core feeling the damp spot that's already there.
"Christian you don't have to," you sigh quietly.
"Oh but I do, baby, you wanted me to taste you remember?" he grins up at you from between your thighs.
"And honestly, I've wanted to do this for so damn long, I wouldn't dream of getting here and not getting a taste," he winks.
He slides your underwear down your legs, tossing them to the side.
"But if I'm only going to get one shot at this, you've got to tell me what you like, you can't go all shy and quiet on me, y/n, can you do that for me?" his eyes burn into yours, the warmth of this breath fanning across you causing you to squirm.
You nod silently before sitting up and nudging his shoulders so that he sits back on his knees.
"You have on too many clothes," you mumble against his lips before tugging at the hem of his shirt.
He smirks against your lips before pulling his shirt over his head, "Better?" he grins at you.
"Much", you smile against him as you kiss over his chest and work to unbutton the jeans he's wearing, grazing your fingers over his hardened bulge as he pushes his jeans down his hips.
"These too," you mutter as you toy with the waistband of his boxers.
Your heart flutters at the quiet chuckle that escapes his lips before he pushes his boxers down and tosses them onto the floor as well.
Your hand instinctively reaches for his hardened cock. You watch as his head tips back and a low groan rumbles from within his chest when you wrap your fingers around him.
"I can't wait to feel you inside of me," you whisper before kissing him deeply as you continue working with your hand.
He wraps his hand over yours, stopping your movement and pressing his thumb over his tip, "not yet," he moans, "I want to do something else first."
He gently nudges you, encouraging you to lay back down as he settles between your legs again and wraps his arms around your thighs holding you open.
He keeps eye contact with you while he drops a pool of spit down onto your pussy before lowering his gaze to watch as it runs to your entrance.
"So perfect," he mutters before dipping his tongue into your entrance.
You moan as he teases your folds apart with long languid strokes and your head falls back against the pillows.
He hums at the taste of you sending a vibration up your spine, "I could do this all night," he groans as you tangle your fingers into his hair.
You gasp when he flicks his tongue over your clit before sucking it lightly.
"Yes, that, I like that," you breathe out remembering he wanted you to tell him what you like.
"What about this?" he asks quietly as he slips two fingers into you and curls them against your gspot.
"Oh my god," you moan.
"Point taken," he chuckles as he feels you clench around him.
"You're gonna feel so good squeezing my cock like this," he moans against you as he continues bringing you closer to the edge.
"Please keep going, just like that, Chris," you pant feeling your high building incredibly fast.
"I got you, baby," he whispers as he presses down on your stomach with his forearm to keep you still.
"Fuck, I'm gonna," you moan as your orgasm washes over you, Christian moving to hold your legs open so that he can continue working you through it.
Once he's satisfied that you're coming down from your high, he uses his tongue to clean you up before placing a delicate kiss over your pubic bone.
He works his way up your body, kissing you softly before you push on his shoulders and turn him onto his back.
"It's only fair that I get a taste, too," you smirk as you kiss down his abs and over the smattering of hair just below his navel.
"You have a medical eval tomorrow?" you glance up to him.
"Yeah, why?" he chuckles.
"I'll try not to mark you up too bad," you wink.
"You can do whatever you want," he grins watching as you suck until you've formed a bruise just above his pubic bone, smiling down at your handiwork.
"Shit," he whispers as you wrap your hand around him again.
"Same rules, if I only get one shot, you have to tell me what you like," you wink at him before dropping spit onto him and working it over his hardened length with your hand.
"You can do that can't you, baby?" you ask him with a smirk as you swirl your tongue around his tip.
"Yes" he whimpers when you take more of him into your mouth, sucking lightly as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft feeling him twitch in your mouth.
"Nope," he pulls you off of him quickly, startling you.
"Oh, um, am I not good at that? Did I do something you don't like?" you knit your eyebrows together in confusion.
"God no," he chuckles, "the opposite actually, I was gonna cum in like thirty seconds if I let you keep going," he tucks your hair behind your ear running his fingers along your jaw delicately.
"Oh," you giggle noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.
"I need to make sure I can last long enough to know what it feels like when you cum around more than just my fingers," he says quietly as you move to straddle him.
"You wanna ride me, y/n?" he asks raising his eyebrows seemingly shocked.
You nod shyly, "unless you'd prefer something else."
"Nah, I'd never turn down a show," he grins, bringing his hands up to flank your hips, drawing soft circles over them.
You lean down and kiss him, tangling your tongue with his as he moans into your mouth.
"You don't know how bad I've wanted this," he mumbles against your lips.
"Really," you ask him, puzzled.
"Really," he says firmly.
"I've wanted it too, for so long," you smile as you line him up with your entrance and sink down on him.
Your back arches as you take him fully, thoroughly enjoying the slightly painful stretch.
"Fuck," he moans as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.
"Goddammit, you're unreal" he groans when you clench around him.
"Please, baby," he whimpers as he lifts his hips begging you to move.
You steady your hands on his chest, rolling your hips a few times before beginning to bounce over him as he grips his fingertips into you.
He thrusts up into you, meeting your movements as you both settle into a rhythm you're enjoying.
He moves one hand to toy with your nipples still guiding your movements with the other.
"So good, y/n," he breathes out, groaning when you clench at his praise.
He trails his hand up to your chest, flattening his palm against you as you continue riding him.
He watches as you bring your fingers to his mouth before he draws them in and coats them with his saliva and you slide them down your body to your clit.
He slides his hand just a bit closer to your neck and bites his lip hoping you will pick up on his insinuation.
You nod and smirk when he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes just slightly.
"Oh fuck," you moan quietly before he tightens his hand a bit more and your head falls back.
"You close?" he asks, using the pressure of his hand to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.
You nod, feeling yourself teetering on the edge.
"Cum for me, y/n, let me have it," he groans as he watches your tits bouncing perfectly.
With that your orgasm rips through you as you shudder and clench around him collapsing onto his chest.
He gives you a moment to stop spasming around him before he quickly flips you over without even pulling out of you.
He thrusts harshly into you a few times chasing his own high until his hips begin to falter and he spills into with a moan of your name.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, working to catch his breath while you run your fingers along his back.
He pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed beside you turning you to face him before you bury your head against his chest and he wraps his arms around you.
You place a few soft kisses over his chest and neck until both of you have steadied your breathing.
"I'm kinda pissed we waited until tonight to do that," he whispers as you nod.
"I'm gonna go clean up," you tilt your face up to his and kiss him gently.
When you emerge from the bathroom you find him pulling his jeans up his hips.
You stop in the doorway and blink a few times in confusion that he's leaving so quickly.
He looks up and can tell by the look on your face that you're disappointed.
He takes a few strides closing the gap between you and tilting your face up to look him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, I've got an early flight so I've got to go," he says with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"It's ok, I understand," you look down at your feet.
"I don't think you do," he says tilting your chin up again and kissing you.
"I'd love to stay," he whispers, "you're sending me to Italy with much more than the taste of you on my lips, y/n."
You blink back a few tears.
"You're sending me with every sigh, every whimper, every moan of my name burned into my memory," he grins as he kisses along your jaw.
"I'm not going to miss much about London, but I'll definitely miss you. Promise you'll come see me once I get settled, let me take you dinner, maybe an encore performance?" he raises his eyebrows.
A giggle escapes your lips at his words.
"There she is," he grins when you nod.
"I'm gonna miss you, too," you sigh, finally allowing a couple of tears to fall.
He wipes them away gently and kisses you again.
"I won't be that far away, we can still see each other and won't have to miss each other," he smiles.
"Let's just say, see you soon, ok?" he kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his waist.
"See you soon, Christian," you sigh as he pulls you closer to him.
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—Imagines.
Ruben Dias.
B-day cake. 🎀
Valentine's Day. 🎀🫦
A family with you. 🎀🫦
Dress. 🎀🫦
Goodbye, Ruben. 💌
The most beautiful woman. 🎀💌
Babysitter. 🎀
Babysitter. Part 2. 🎀
Ride on me. 🫦
Bad girl. 🫦
Mason Mount.
Say that again. Part 1 💌
Say that again. Part 2. 🎀💌
Baby blue love. 🎀
She's mine too. Part 1. 🎀
She's mine too. Part 2. 🎀
Joao Felix.
Last time. 🫦💌
Fuck boy. 🎀💌
Disaster. Part 1. 🎀
Disaster. Part 2. 🫦
Call out my name. 🫦
Christian Pulisic.
Lover. 🎀
Pedri Gonzalez.
Brother's best friend. 🎀
Comfort boy. 🎀💌
Love again. Part 1. 💌
Love again. Part 2. 🎀💌
Love again. Part 3. 🎀💌
Love again. Part 4. 🎀
Stop calling me that. 🫦🎀
Between us. 🫦
Stop talking and kiss me. 🎀
Good girl. 🫦
Jude Bellingham.
It's about fate. 🎀
It's about fate. Part 2. 🎀
The way I look at you. 🎀🫦
Pablo Gavi.
Love hate. Part 1 🎀
Love hate. Part 2 🎀🫦
Love hate. Part 3 🎀
Love hate. Part 4 🎀
Neighbors in trouble. Part 1. 🫦
Neighbors in trouble. Part 2. 🫦🎀
You don't know me. 🎀
Seven minutes in heaven. 🎀🫦
Guilty as Sin. 💌
So strong. 🎀
Summer love. 🎀
If you want, take it. 🎀
Fermin Lopez.
Sea of love. 🎀💌
Sea of love. Part 2. 🎀
Comeback to me. 🎀💌
Marc Guiu.
You're mine. 🎀
Héctor Fort.
First love. 🎀
Stay away. 💌
Beg for you. 🫦
Alejandro Balde.
Sunset. 🫦🎀
—Headcanon.
The type of Boyfriend. Mason Mount. 🎀
The type of Bestfriend. Jude Bellingham. 🎀
The type of Roommate. Fermin Lopez. 🎀
The type of Husband. Ruben Dias. 🎀
The type of Boyfriend. Marc Guiu. 🎀
The type of Friend with benefits. P. Gavi. 🫦
The type of Boyfriend. Joao Felix. 🎀
The type of Boyfriend. Alejandro Balde. 🎀
The type of Friend with benefits. R. Dias. 🫦
—Reaction.
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 💌🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 🫦
FC Barcelona. 🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
—SFW/NSFW alphabet.
FC Barcelona. 💌🎀
FC Barcelona. 🎀
A to Z. Ruben Dias. 🫦
A to Z. Pedri Gonzalez. 🫦
A to Z. Pablo Gavi. 🫦
A to Z. Lamine Yamal. 🎀
A to Z. Ferran Torres. 🫦
A to Z. Alejandro Balde. 🫦
A to Z. Fermín López. 🫦
A to Z. Jude Bellingham. 🫦
A to Z. Pau Cubarsí. 🎀
A to Z. Héctor Fort. 🫦
A to Z. Marc Guiu. 🫦
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Christian Pulisic dedicates his second goal against Cagliari to his mother Kelley (née Harlow)
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fine line [ christian pulisic ]
after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.
[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *
[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — insta au, im not really good at dates but just imagine the setting is during the summer lmfao, christian & y/n softlaunching (are they really though 🤨) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *
࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ YEAH so ive only got this for now, i haven’t finished writing the narrative scenario BUT FOR NOW enjoy this <3 ALSOOO belated happy birthday to my man who isn’t my man but is my man ❤️🖤
this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
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cmpulisic summer for the books ✌🏻 ready to go 🚨♟️
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user wait what
user since anyone isn’t mentioning anything about the 4th and 8th pic, i will. DID I MISS SOMETHING OR....?
user girl you’re wrong, everyone’s talking about it
user you mean, did WE miss something? yeah, we definitely did
user yall maybe that’s just his nephew or something 😭
user i don’t...i don’t think so...
user WHATTTTT
user whose kid is that christian 😭
user this is your year christian 👏🏻
user captain america ❤️🖤
masonmount congratulations brother 🤝
benchilwell my man 🫡
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yourusername what a crazy summer it has been 🌻 til next time florida!
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emilyemmons 💗 enjoy your journey to milan, my loves!!
yourusername come visit us when celeste is a bit older 😚💗
emilyemmons oh we definitely would 🫶 celeste definitely loved having her godmom around 😌
yoursistersig hot mamas!! 🥵 emilyemmons yourusername
yourusername stoppp 🫣
emilyemmons this summer is the most i’ve seen y/n wear bikinis and she’s the HOTTEST
yoursistersig ikr! that’s what i've been telling herrr 😫
yourmomsig zekey holding the flowers 🌷 enjoy milan, my love 🤍 wishing you all the best
yourusername 🥹 see you soon mom!!
emilyemmons those are from ********* 🤭
yourusername emi!!!
yourmomsig well, they’re beautiful! he definitely remembers which flowers you like 😉
deedee_pulisic come back soon with zeke ❤️
yourusername of course! he and avery can be playmates 🥰
user wait a minute...
user girl are you thinking what i’m thinking
user ...yes...
user is THAT christian 😭
user GIRLLL the tattoo, the beard !!!! it IS christian
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cpulisicupdates “I’LL DO MY BEST TO PROTECT THEM FROM THE PUBLIC”
are these hints that christian pulisic is finally off the market? watch christian’s newest interview, click the link on my bio to access it! 😄
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user wait what
user I KNEW THAT KID IS HIS
user we’ll never know unless he confirms it him babe
user girl are you not convinced already lol look closely at the pictures of the kid on the mom’s posts, he clearly looks like christian when he was a kid
user still not convinced
user you do you ig
user “very special people that i’ve recently reunited with” omfg exes to lovers i think
user GIIIIIIIIIIRL 😭 dont do this to me
user dont blame me i finished a lot of movies today
user i dont know which one of you bitches just lied to me and told me i have a chance with this man ... APPARENTLY HE HAS A KID
user this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve read today 😭
user yeah that girl and kid is definitely connected to him, i surrender
user she’s definitely the girl he dated during his dortmund days
user i cant complain though, she’s gorgeous and i dont blame christian for being private with his relationship right now especially if they have a kid together
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notes: this has been in my drafts ever since we were blessed with the white compression shirt pics. basically just some filthy phone sex smut 🤭 enjoy ✨
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the ache between her legs only became more prominent as her boyfriend shot a cheeky wink to his teammate, the compression shirt clinging deliciously to his defined abs as he walked over to envelope a couple of his teammates in a hug, celebrating their win.
a smile etched on y/n’s face as she rested her head back against the soft headboard, sitting up slightly on her and christian’s shared bed.
her lips dropped into a pout as the tv footage cut away from christian and his team, the opposing team manager appearing on screen as the man behind the camera begun to ask his questions.
she was feeling majorly sorry for herself. already seething that her holiday request had been denied by her boss, now she couldn’t even look at his pretty face and sweaty body on her tv.
she decided to try and distract herself for a little while till christian called her. she knew he would be straight on the other end of the phone as soon as he got back to his hotel room. it was their usual routine, whenever y/n couldn’t join him, he’d always call her after a game. win or lose, he loved hearing her voice when she couldn't be there with him.
y/n decided to kill some time by indulging in a little pamper session, using the time to relax herself in a hot bath with her favourite salts before coating her body in her butters and lotions.
as she dried herself off, she was feeling mischievous and still riled up from seeing her boyfriend looking so handsome and not being able to have him. with that on her mind, she decided to tease him.
it wasn’t the first time she had done it and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. sending risky pictures, she knew it was a sure fire way to have christian in the palm of her hand when he called later on.
she picked out a black lacey lingerie set, discarding of her bath towel and slipping it onto her fresh body.
she exited the bathroom, heading back to their bedroom where she got comfy on their shared bed once more.
y/n pulled out her phone and opened up the camera app. she admired the way the thin bits of lace looked on her body. the tiny thong covered just about all it needed to whilst the thin material of the bra brushed against her hardened nipples and had her breasts spilling over the cups in a way she was certain christian would love.
she moved her body about, angling it in different positions till she was happy, capturing her body so perfectly she was certain it would have christian weak at his knees.
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missing you x
send.
she smirked to herself as she locked her phone, putting it back down on the bed next to her and keeping herself busy by scrolling through netflix till christian replied.
not even 10 minutes had passed when her phone begun to ring, her heart bubbling as the sweet picture of the two of them flashed up onto the screen.
deciding she wasn’t done with teasing him just yet, she ignored the call, letting it go through to her answer phone.
ping.
call me. now. x
she smirked to herself as she saw the message flash up onto the screen, retrieving her phone from the mattress. she ran her hand through her hair, smoothing it out a little before pressing call back.
one ring was all it took for her boyfriend to pick up.
“hey, baby.” she answered sweetly, voice laced with fake innocence, doing her best to come off as ingenuous as she could before she caved, which she knew wouldn’t be too long.
“why didn’t you answer?” his voice was husky and stern and y/n pressed her thighs together at the sound of it. she had missed it so much.
“i- i didn’t hear it, im sorry.”
“mhm, too busy touching yourself?”
“no.” y/n answered quickly and honestly before taking a breath, “needed to wait to hear your voice to do that.”
christian groaned down the phone. he loved how needy she was for him. even when he was away, she needed him to be able to pleasure herself.
“what do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” his voice was low. “sending me pictures like that, what if someone saw, mhm? wouldn’t want people finding out what a dirty little slut you are, would we?” she squeezed her legs together at his filthy words. there was a momentary silence that followed, clouded only by the noise of christian’s belt being unbuckled and his zipper being pulled down.
the thought of him pulling his cock from its confinded constraints was all too much for her, she finally had to finally do something about the ache between her legs. ghosting her hands down her body, she lightly traced her nipples through the lace as her other hand begun to trace gentle circles over her clit through her underwear.
a breathy groan left christian’s mouth as he thumbed at the precum on the tip of his dick before giving it a few measly tugs.
“i’m sorry, i just…” her fingers continued their delicate movements as she awaited further instructions from her boyfriend, but she couldn’t help a whimper from spilling from her lips as she felt just how damp the lace had become from her arousal of just watching him all sweaty on her screen. “i told you, i miss you, chris.”
a throaty groan left his lips and she knew he was looking at the picture she had sent him.
he begun stroking up and down, closing his eyes as he pictured his girlfriend’s soft hand doing the work instead of his. “i miss you more, baby, but i’ll be home tomorrow and all yours for a whole week.”
y/n giggled softly. “i can’t wait to have you back with me- oh.” she cut herself off with a moan as she slid a finger underneath her underwear, collecting some of the wetness to easily glide soft circles on her clit. “‘s not fair, you looked so hot tonight, baby. got me all worked up when you’re not here to fuck me so good.”
“you think so, sweetheart?” christian spoke, his first increasing it’s speed as he kept it wrapped tightly around himself. he wasn't too sure how he had ended up here so soon after the game, but he loved how easily he had her putty in his hands.
christian had frantically thrown his phone back into his jacket pocket when he had opened up the message, praying to God that his teammates behind him on the coach had not seen it. luckily they weren’t too far from the team hotel when he opened it and after making some excuse about wanting to unwind on his own, he made his way up to his room, locking the door and slouching back onto the king size bed as he frantically reached for his phone to call his girl back.
“so hot, baby. wish you could feel how wet you’ve made me.” y/n’s silky voice and desperate words went straight to his dick, his heart beginning to pound in his chest as he thought about his girl back at home in his bed touching herself to the thought of him.
“are you touching yourself, baby?” christian asked, his voice curious with want for her words even though he already knew the answer.
she continued rubbing slow circles around her clit, the wetness allowing for perfecly smooth strokes. her other hand lightly grazed over her hardened nipple through her bra before dipping in and gently pinching between two fingers, just how christian would do. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t wait till tomorrow.”
“tease yourself, baby. imagine it’s me, my big cock running up and down you, feeling how wet you are.” she did as she was told, christian feeling himself get harder and harder as quiet moans travelled through the phone that was now propped up against her ear.
she did as she was told, using two fingers to run up and down her slit before slipping them inside. “fuck, feels so good, christian, so good,” she moaned and christian let out a soft chuckle at how worked up she was already.
“yeah? you like that baby? you imagining your fingers are my cock?”
she whined, nodding her head. "yes. oh fuck yes."
christian’s hand came to a still as he used his other to grab his phone and snap a quick picture l, capturing his fist wrapped firmly around his shaft, the sensitive head red and dripping in precum.
he quickly sent the image and it wasn’t long till it was evident y/n had seen it, christian smirking to himself when a high pitched moan hits his ears.
she moved her fingers to mimic the movements christian would make to the best of her ability.
“my good fucking girl, aren’t you?”
a lewd moan fell from her lips, her fingers curling to graze deliciously against her sweet spot, the same way christian’s dick would press against it as he would bury himself deep inside her. god, she missed him so much.
“answer me, princess.” his voice was desperate, “need to hear you.”
“yes,” she managed to wrangle out, almost losing herself completely to the pleasure. “your good girl, only yours, christian.”
christian chuckled lowly as she continued to whimper. the sweet sounds passing through the phone line had christian aching for her touch, silently cursing the distance between them as he worked his first fast and hard.
“fuck, tell me how good it feels. are you thinking about me fucking you, sweetheart? wish i was the one fucking that pretty pussy of yours?”
“mhm, wish it was your cock instead, nothing feels as good as you do, baby.”
his head fell back as his fist continued to work himself, his other hand reaching round to cup his balls as he squeezed ever so slightly. christian imagined the warmth of her tight walls snuggly around him as she would clench tightly, approaching her high.
the wet sounds of his fist working himself had y/n even more frustrated she hadn’t been able to get the time off work, knowing how well christian would’ve fucked her after such a good game.
“can you hear how much i miss you, sweetheart?” christian husky spoke down the phone. a half moan mixed with a murmur of ‘yeah’ left her lips as she brought her other hand down to play with her clit, rubbing fast circles on the now swollen nub as her other hand continued to pump in and out, curving her fingers every so often.
“wish it was you, wish it was your big cock making me feel so good. want to feel you fill me up with your come, baby.” a high pitched noise left her mouth as her digits hit her sweet spot hard, her thighs tensing as her orgasm approached.
“gonna fuck you so good when i’m home, sweetheart. gonna bend you over our bed and you’re gonna let me pound you into that mattress till you’re screaming my name.”
“yes, fuck, i- i’m so close, chris, baby, i-oh.” she parted her lips, letting out a moan and throwing back her head as she let the blissful feeling completely consume her body.
christian groaned, his eyes falling shut as he felt his high approaching. “fuck, y/n, ‘m gonna come, princess.” her moans were enough to send him over the edge, his eyes falling closed as she moaned his name, riding out her high till she was so sensitive and had to remove her fingers.
christian opened him eyes, his fist still wrapped around his now softening cock as white ropes of his come covered his hand and thigh.
“naughty girl. got me in such a mess, baby.”
y/n giggled as she took in some breaths, trying to calm herself from her intense orgasm. “you know if i was there i’d help clean your mess up.”
christian groaned, his sensitive dick twitching at the thought of her tongue on his skin, cleaning up his come from his body.
“i’ll have you know it’s your mess, not mine sweetheart. i was ready for an early night till i got your promiscuous text.”
she giggled down the phone. “i’m sure i can make it up to you when you’re home.”
a groggy ‘mhm’ left christian. “oh, i’ll make sure you do, baby.”
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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ jack's back with his cinderella dilemma and it just keeps on getting worse. i need mason to listen to nwjns fr. i miss gavi sm :( the emojis in frenkie's contact name literally represents me when him fr. ok anyways enjoy ! oh & requests for fake texts are open :p love u all mwah <3
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the beard
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Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
Plot: your little girl doesn't recognize her beardless dad
Author's note: English is not my firts language
(Camille = your daughter)
"Please tell me you didn't really do it" you had returned from work and as soon as you turned the corner to enter the living room you found your boyfriend, Christian, sitting on the sofa and most importantly, without a beard!!!
"come on love I'm not that bad" you didn't respond to his response because before you could do so the baby monitor rang signaling that your little girl had woken up.
As soon as you entered her room you found her standing on her bed looking at you with those big eyes just like her father.
You didn't realize that Christian was behind you, but your little girl did because as soon as she saw him she started crying, at first you didn't understand why but when Christian came over to pick her up she cried more and He wrapped his little arms around your neck, at that point you understood the reason very well and it was Christian's beard.
"Camille darling, it's me dad" Christian told her, getting closer and closer, but the little girl didn't want to look at that man in her eyes, he was a stranger, you wanted to tell him "I told you not to do it" but you didn't do it, just so as not to rage further.
At that point christian gave you a look asking for help so you turned towards your little girl,
"Darling, he's dad, without a beard but he's dad", your little girl raised her head and looked from you to Christian,
"Daddy?" and at that moment Christian got even closer and stood right in front of his little girl's view
"yes darling I'm dad" and your little girl smiled and then she looked at you and said "ugly daddy"
at that moment you couldn't hold back any longer and started laughing, but Christian wasn't very happy about this because he rolled his eyes and said "come on I'm not that bad though" "well darling if he tells you that's yours too daughter, I would say yes"
Christian wasn't very happy with the answer and the fact that your little girl kept laughing at him, so he left the room but not before muttering that he was going to wear a wig instead of a beard
#christian pulisic x reader#football fanfic#football imagine#christian pulisic#christian pulisic x you
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