#Christian pulisic imagine

[pulisicsgirl]

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

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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[thoseboysinblue]

Last Call

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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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.

— in case you missed it: easy on me • read more of my works here!

cmpulisic

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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 🫡

yourusername

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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

YOURUSERNAME HAS SET THEIR ACCOUNT TO PRIVATE.

cpulisicupdates

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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

[riahollywood]

missing you | christian pulisic

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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.

< 1 image attached

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.”

[captainpulisic]

is it cool that I said all that? - c. pulisic

this is me manifesting reputation tv + this is an old draft I just finished up so it takes place abt a year ago when they were all still at chelsea

wc: 1.7 k , gif credits to to owner

it was routine at this point. and very frustrating for everyone that had to bear witness to the shameless flirting you and christian participated in every time your paths crossed. 

it had started with occasionally bumping into each other at parties- you ran in the same circles, it was bound to happen. you’d spend the whole night tucked away in a corner, whispering and lightly brushing against each other. any girls vying for his attention that night were fighting a losing battle, christian too enraptured with refilling your drink and getting to know every detail about you. countless times girls had come up to the two of you, keen on winning his attention and luring him away, only to roll their eyes and stomp away when he paid them no mind. he never even noticed, too caught up in whatever you were saying, his pinky brushing against your hand. 

all his teammates would laugh at how he’d always been reluctant to come to these parties, yet having found you, was now the first to show up. he now spent the weekdays waiting for the weekend, counting the minutes until he’d see your warm eyes and bright smile. but it never amounted to anything more, both of you too shy to make a move. when the night would wind down and the party would clear up, you’d smile and bid farewell until the next party. 

when this became too tedious and christian too desperate to see you again, he decided to man up and be the one to dm you. enough was enough and he wasn’t going to get by on biweekly encounters and social media stalking you on the daily. from there, a streak of flirty messages and late night talking began. yet, again, nothing more came from it.

“just man up and ask her out,” ben bugged at him- having caught christian smiling down at his phone too many times.

one night, after a day of nonstop texting (yes, he had upgraded from dms to getting your number), you had let it slip that you’d never been to a match since relocating to london. you’d been eager to go but had never had a good enough push to actually do it. instantly he had invited you to the next match at the bridge, swearing it'd be a worthwhile experience.

it’s a date, christian replied and you both went to sleep that night with stupid grins. 

fast forward a week later, the day of the match, and you’d spent the morning jumpy with nerves. was it really a date or had he just called it one in the midst of the moment? what if it was like a friend date? cue the nerves amping up. 

your knees felt a little woozy when you recalled the phone call just last night (yes, phone calls between the two of you were a thing now, too). you’d stay up well into morning hours, talking on the phone, him recounting training days and you complaining about uni work. before hanging up, he softly said through the receiver, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” 

and christian had stuck true to his word, the match and experience as surreal as you had hoped. the rut chelsea had been in recently was irrelevant, them managing to actually win the match- the first win in weeks. you were quite embarrassed at how you spent the entire time fawning over christian. seeing him play, all in his element, left you with heated cheeks and a thumping heart.  

after the game, you follow the instructions he had left for you to find your way down to him. after twists and turns in tunnels and important looking halls, you’d found the outside of the locker room. politely smiling at some girls you’d recognized from the parties, you hung in the back, nerves of seeing christian began bubbling inside of you. as players filed out, one by one, each greeted their waiting girlfriends and invitees. every guy out was one step closer to finally seeing him. 

after what seemed like an eternity, there he was. catching eyes at the same time, his handsome face broke into a smile, managing to tug at every one of your heartstrings. in few strides, he’s standing in front of you, his hand stretched out for you. pulling you to the far side of the room, to a hidden nook, you’re away from the eyes and ear of everyone else there. 

“hi,” looking down at you. “thank you for coming.” 

mirroring his lovesick smile, “of course. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.” 

neither you nor christian remark on the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet. and his brown eyes are staring intently into yours as he gives your hand a squeeze, “what did you think? was it everything you expected?”

“yeah, it was amazing.” you breathe out, trying hard to fight the smile on your face. you’re sure it looks quite silly, both of you with reddened cheeks and shy laughter. making yourself admit to him, “you were amazing.”

this causes christian to beam, his smile getting even wider (as if it were any more possible). he’s unsure of what to say, of what to do. 

he wants to play the modest role and say that he was just doing his job, it was a team effort. he also wants to tell you that he had been trying to show off, well aware that you were somewhere in the stands watching him. he wants to tell you that he hardly slept last night, too nervous over the idea of seeing you today. he also wanted to tell you that you’re always in his head, consuming all his thoughts. or, maybe, he just wants to kiss you. yes, he could tell you all that stuff some other day. right now, all he wants to do is kiss your pretty face and never stop. 

he takes this time to really look you over. from the minute he stepped out of the locker room and spotted you, he hadn’t lost you from his sight. travelling from your eyes to the slope of your nose and down to your lips, he couldn’t get enough of you. 

and from there, is where his attention was brought to the blue fabric around your neck. gaze going down, for the first time, he notices that you’re wearing a chelsea jersey. christian chastises himself, too caught up in her pretty face that you hadn’t seen what she was wearing, idiot? 

his unoccupied hand reaches to touch the part of the shirt closest to your neck. that color blue looked so lovely on you. it’s more of a whisper to himself, “I didn’t know you had a jersey.”

“well I didn’t,” it’s now your turn to beam. too caught up basking in his presence, you'd forgotten all about your little prematch endeavour. you were half nervous he wouldn’t care but half excited that maybe he’d love it. “but I got here early and decided to look around the store. I found something I really liked and had to buy, yanno?” 

ignoring his furrowed brow and confused stare, you let go of his hand to turn around. your back facing him, christian is met with a neatly stitched ‘10’ and ‘pulisic’. 

“you bought my jersey?” he’s dumbfounded, all he can do is stare at his name and number sprawled on your back. finding your hand again, he turns you face to face, again. christian was unsure of what to say, too many emotions going through his head and heart. “I coulda gotten you one for free, you didn’t have to spend your money on it.” 

shaking your head, “nuh-uh, do you know how cool I felt going up to the register with your jersey? the lady working even asked if you were my favorite player.” 

“yeah?” christian felt the two of you getting closer with every word said. as if there was some sort of magnetic force pushing you together, there were only mere inches separating you guys. one hand still holding yours, he let the other settle on your waist. it felt electric, it felt right. his mind flashed with the image of his name on your back, something possessive being awoken in him. “and what did you tell her?”

you pause for a moment, putting on your best poker face. in your most serious voice, “told her no. that mason mounts jersey was sold out so I had to settle for yours.”

instantly his smile drops and there’s a pinch to your hip where some skin was exposed. when did his hand get there? a pout on his lips, “you’re terrible. that was-” 

“a joke,” now you leave a pinch on his cheek. a slight scoff and a glance towards mason on the other side of the room, “mason couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to wear his jersey.” 

“good.” still pouting, he gets even closer with every word. being this close to him, you’re able to count every freckle on his cheeks and the stars in his eyes. both hands on your hips now, “because I don’t wanna share.” 

“well lucky for you, pulisic,” another inch closer, “I don’t want to be shared.” 

lips practically touching, your hands reach to cup his face. from there, you pull him down as you go up on your tiptoes. everything else seemed to fade out as your lips moved together. no rush or urgency, just softness and words unspoken. who needed words? words and confessions could be said later. 

too lost in each other, the two of you were unaware of mason and bens nosey stares. shaking his head at the scene in front of them, ben holds his hand out. “alright, he finally made his move and they’re snogging. pay up.”

“no way!” mason scoffs, “the bet was that he had to make the first move. she practically jumped his bones.”

“bloody specifics,” ben mutters as he opens his wallet and hands mason the 200 (unjustly, in his opinion) owed pounds. 

what? if they had to suffer and watch two idiots fail to flirt, they were going to make some money out of it.

just wanted to post something before the semester started and i got swamped w schoolwork :) like always, feedback is really appreciated, thank you!

[swimmingismywholelife]

Cuffing Season

Summary: You love hitting on Christian whenever you get the chance.

Warnings: suggestive comments, really bad pick up lines

A/N: This is literally inspired by the Tennessee pick up line and bc Christian plays as the Number 10 I was like this is so fucking funny I need to turn this into an smau. Also KEPA AND ANDREA GOT MARRIED HELP THEY DESERVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD WHEN IS IT MY TURN-

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yourusername: Are you from Tennessee? Bc you're the only 10 I see baby 🥵

cmpulisic: oh GOD not this again babe

yourusername: you know you love it when I hit on you with my pick up lines

christianpulisic10: NOT HER USING THE TENNESSEE LINE BC HE PLAYS THE 10 LMAOOOO

chelsbells: I can't decide if I wanna laugh or cringe ngl

captnchristian: honestly I'm doing both 💀

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yourusername & cmpulisic

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yourusername: hey baby did you just break wind? Bc you're blowing me away 🥰

cmpulisic: why are you doing this to me

yourusername: you're the one who's blowing ME away if anything YOU need to stop

mur1ca: these are such dad pick up lines I'm dead

west.mckennie: is this how you won him over?

yourusername: ofc ofc. It wasn't my unwavering support and loyalty, it was bc he secretly LOVES my pick up lines

cmpulisic: .....yeah that's the exact OPPOSITE of how you won me over but okay 🙄

yourusername: it's okay you can admit it Christian there's no need to hide

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yourusername & cmpulisic

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yourusername: the years aren't the only thing that don't stop coming when I'm with you 😜

cmpulisic: these are just getting progressively worse aren't they?

yourusername: you mean progressively BETTER

gioreyna: OH GOD GET A ROOM THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP (ME IT'S ME I'M THE CHILDREN)

yourusername: hush Giovanni get off your phone it's past your bedtime

jjscally_3: LMFAOOOO SHE TOLD YOU

gioreyna: CHRISTIAN FOR THE LOVE OF G O D GET YOUR GIRL

cmpulisic: don't you think I've been trying???

christ10ian: lowkey this is kind of endearing why doesn't my bf do this for me wtf

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cmpulisic & yourusername

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cmpulisic: I might have won the competition tonight, but the most valuable trophy I've ever won is you

yourusername: CHRISTIAN YOU ACTUALLY USED ONE OF MY PICK UP LINES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

cmpulisic: I love you even with all your terrible pick up lines 🙄

benchilwell: we lost him boys

yourusername: don't be jealous Benjamin I'll start using them on you too

cmpulisic: nope get your own girl to hit on you this one is all mine

londonisblue: BYE I'M TAKING A BATH WITH A TOASTER THEY'RE SO CUTE 😭

Taglist: @neverinadream @pulisicsgirl @masonsrem @masonspulisic @bracedes @lizzypotter14 @notsoattractivearenti @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @mortirolo @chelseagirl98

[julianalvarez9]

the golf club / christian pulisic

summary: as a professional golfer, life can get kinda hectic, making you forget about your side hobbie, posting youtube videos. it's only right that the comeback is a video that no one really waits.

author's note: this is kinda all over the place but since the pictures dropped I could NOT stop thinking about him so here you gooo

fc: lily muni he, absolute queen 🤍

yourusername

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yourusername pretty sunsets for you 🌞

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user1 sorry but we're NOT focusing on the sunset here miss 🫡

user2 WHOSE HAND IS THATTTTT

user3 you're soooo pretty

user4 when are you coming back to youtube 🥲

yourusername so soon!!!!

yourusername

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yourusername your favourite golfer ⛳

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user1 you're not lying miss

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user2 ARE WE NOT GONNA ADDRESS THE POLAROID????

cmpulisic indeed

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user4 wait what????

user5 user4 they're friends!!! he's in her last video posted

user6 yeah friends..........

user3 i aspire to be like you

cmpulisic

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cmpulisic went for a swing ⛳

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kaihavertz29 winning on and off the pitch, as the kids would say?

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user1 where do they know each other frommm

user2 well i think she's a professional golfer so maybe ?

user3 he's in her last yt video :)

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user1 THERE'S NO WAYYYY

user2 WE WERE FUCKING RIGHTTTTT

cmpulisic taking lessons for a year now ⛳🤍

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[pulisicsgirl]

his girls - christian pulisic

summary: pregnancy is doing everything it can to make Y/N's life miserable, but with Christian's help, it's a little more bearable

pairing: Christian Pulisic x pregnant!reader

word count: 2.7k

warning/tags: pure, unadulterated fluff, pregnancy, descriptions of vomiting

requested: yes!!

notes: there will be a part two to this one because there was more to this request than I could fit in here! plus, that video after the USMNT game on Monday has me (and everyone else) feeling broody, so I figured I should finish this fic! As always, requests are open, and let me know what you think! <3 (also, this picture has me so soft for him)

read part two here

All your life, you heard women describing pregnancy as the miracle of life. A wonderful time, when you felt more connected and bonded to your baby than any other point in your life. A time where your body prepared for all of the blessings of motherhood as you baby grew and developed within you.

What no one prepared you for was everything else that came with it.

The morning sickness, the back pain, the mood swings, the sleepless nights—you seemed to have gotten the worst of all of these things.

In the early hours of the morning, the sun not yet peeking over the horizon outside of your home, you found yourself sitting miserably in front of the toilet. The nauseous feeling seemed to infect every part of you, your head swimming, your stomach churning. You felt as if the slightest movement of your head or arms would send you hurling in that particular moment. Your elbow rested on the toilet seat, forehead in your hand. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to breathe deeply through your nose, willing the nausea to pass.

“You didn’t wake me up,” you heard Christian whisper from beside you. You had been so distracted by the sick feeling in your stomach that you hadn’t heard the opening and closing of the bathroom door. You blinked your eyes open slowly to see him sitting on the floor beside you. His eyes were soft, and you could tell he was worried for you, despite this becoming a routine for you throughout your pregnancy thus far.

“It’s so early, and you have training later,” you tried to justify yourself. In your defense, you had also rushed out of bed pretty quickly, only having a few moments warning yourself.

His lips turned downward in a slight frown. “I want to help you, though. If I can’t take away the morning sickness, the least I can do is sit here with you.” He reaches out, placing a hand on your bare thigh, stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. His presence was already beginning to calm you. Your heart, that had been racing before he arrived at your side, now felt like it was finally slowing.

“I know,” you sighed, casting your eyes downward.

Christian had been nothing short of perfect throughout the last five months. He would do anything and everything for you, from grabbing something in another room so that you didn’t have to get up, to frequent massages to relieve your tense muscles. And he never complained about it once.

You knew he felt guilty for everything you were going through. You wouldn’t dare, even in the midst of a particularly bad bout of morning sickness, point an accusatory finger toward him, muttering that “you did this to me” as you so often heard about other pregnant mothers doing. Christian frequently expressed to you that he wished he could share the burden, seeing as you had made this baby together. But since that wasn’t possible, he made it his mission to help you be as comfortable as possible.

You ran a hand over your slightly round belly, sighing as you switched to lay your arm on the edge of the toilet seat and laid your head on your forearm so that you were looking down at the bathroom floor.

You were wearing one of Christian’s shirts—you had quickly gotten to the point where your own no longer fit after you had begun showing. Plus, you knew Christian’s heart swelled with pride each time he saw you, carrying his child and wearing his clothes. The longer your pregnancy went on, the more items of his clothing you would steal. It had started with T-shirts, progressing to his shorts and sweatpants, until the two of you were sharing much of his casual wardrobe.

“Did you get much sleep last night?” Christian asked softly. You only responded by shaking your head ‘no’ while it remained resting on your arm, closing your eyes as another wave of nausea began to build up. “Kicking too much?” You nodded, and Christian squeezed the hand that was on your thigh gently.

The nausea washed over you again, and you quickly raised up onto your knees, leaning over the toilet as you spilled the remaining contents of your stomach into the bowl. You immediately felt Christian’s hands gathering your hair into a ponytail, pulling the strands out of your face. He held the ponytail with one hand and slipped the other under the bottom of your shirt, using his fingers to rub your lower back, applying light pressure there.

Once the nausea had passed, you sat back on your feet and wiped your mouth with the toilet paper that Christian handed you. The morning sickness seemed to have drained you of any energy you had left, and you slumped over into his side, resting your head on his bare shoulder as he wrapped his arms securely around you. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, and the two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, with his hands slowly running up and down your arm.

Christian broke the silence several minutes later, whispering a short, “you okay for a minute?” and once you had nodded, he briefly let your side, returning with a bottle of cold water and a couple pieces of buttered toast. He handed them to you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to you while you ate the toast, holding the cold bottle against your cheek before taking a couple sips from it.

After you finished, you were feeling considerably better, so you decided to go back to bed before Christian had to leave for training. The light of the sunrise had just begun peeking through between shutters over your bedroom window, casting the room in a slight orange glow.

You and Christian crawled back under the covers, and he pulled you to his chest, lying on his side so he could use his hand to trail slow lines up and down your spine under your shirt. You sighed in content, tucking your face into his warm neck and pressing a kiss to his collarbone as a show of thanks for everything he was doing for you.

You were beginning to drift off when you felt a sharp pain in your belly, feeling your baby’s foot pressing against the surface. You groaned, being drawn from the sleepy state you were just slipping into. Due to your position against him, Christian felt the press of the baby’s foot softly against his own stomach.

“She really won’t give you a break this morning, will she?” he asked with a short chuckle. You pulled your head from his chest, pouting at his amusement. He reacted by placing a gentle kiss to your lips, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks. “Just think: a few months from now, she’ll be here, in our arms, and all of this will be totally worth it.”

“It doesn’t feel worth it right now,” you grumbled, nuzzling your face back into his neck to hide away like a grumpy child.

“I know, baby. I know,” Christian was unable to wipe the smile from his face at the thought of your little family of three coming home from the hospital in just a short while, a mix of both excitement and nervousness running through his body at the idea.

 He slipped his hand from your back, resting his palm over your belly and rubbing it in circles to try to soothe your little baby with soft whispers.

It felt like mere moments before Christian’s alarm was going off for him to get out of bed, startling you out of sleep. He kissed your forehead, shuffling out of the bed while trying to disturb you as little as possible. After spending a few minutes in the bathroom, he emerged, collecting his things from the closet. He pranced to your side of the bed, sneakers in hand, and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he left to head to training for the day.

Your day following Christian’s departure proved to be fairly uneventful—something you were thankful for after a long, sleepless night and a rough morning in the bathroom. Once you finally emerged from the blanket cocoon you wrapped yourself in after Christian wasn’t there to keep you warm, you maneuvered through the house, feeling well enough to catch up on a few chores and things you hadn’t been able to do over the last couple of days.

Your productive afternoon was briefly interrupted by a short nap on the couch, something you found yourself doing more and more as your pregnancy wore on. The task of growing a child seemed to zap you of your energy if you tried to do too much on one single day.

In the early evening, you found yourself tidying up the kitchen—washing and putting away the few dishes that had accumulated and clearing the countertops of various items that had been left behind while music played softly from your phone.

As you were bent slightly over the counter, wiping it down with a cloth, you felt two strong hands slipping around your waist, causing you to jolt in surprise, a soft gasp escaping from your lips.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Christian spoke softly, pulling your body back into his chest. With his arms wrapped around you firmly, you melted into his embrace, leaning into his warm body.

“ ‘s okay,” you mumbled, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. Instantly, you felt at ease in his embrace.

“How are my girls?” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and warmth flooded over you at his words.

His girls.

“We’re good. Better than this morning,” you smiled at him, and short laugh escaped his lips.

For a moment, he just stared down at your face, laying on his shoulder. He tried to study your features, committing them to memory. He swore every day that the sight of you that he came home to every night was the most heavenly thing he’d ever seen.  You were wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of his sweats—ones that he knew, without even checking, that you had rolled the waistband up so that they wouldn’t be falling past your ankles.

A slow song was playing on your phone that you had left sitting on the countertop as you had been cleaning, and Christian began swaying side to side, slowly dancing to the music. One of his hands smoothed over your belly, thumb rubbing soothing circles through the thin material of the large T-shirt you were wearing.

Your eyes remained closed as you took in the moment: the gentle tones of the song ringing out into the evening air, Christian’s warm body holding you securely, a hand resting over the bump that held the growing baby you had made together.

You felt completely and totally at peace, swaying there in his arms.

A soft smile played over your lips, one that Christian noticed and wished he could snap a photo of to save forever.

As the song that was playing came to an end, he pressed his nose into your cheek before placing a soft kiss there. “As much as I would love to do this all night,” he whispered, trying not to startle you from the peaceful moment. “I brought home your favorite, and I don’t want it to get cold.”

Your head snapped up quickly, turning to look at the countertop. Just as he had said, there was a large, brown, paper bag sitting there, with the logo of your favorite local restaurant adorning the side. You immediately knew what the contents of the bag would be, as Christian had made it his personal mission to know all of your orders.

You turned back to look at him, hormones getting the best of you as you felt your eyes moisten. “Christian, you didn’t,” you whispered.

“Babe, it’s just dinner,” he beamed at you, knowing that it still meant the world to you. Little day-to-day gestures in relationships were massively important to you, and Christian knew that.

You hugged his torso tightly, pressing your face into his firm chest, whispering a soft “thank you.”

That warm feeling didn’t leave you for the rest of the night. You felt overcome with gratitude, not knowing what you had done to deserve the life you had.

Later in the evening, you found yourself sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. You were playing with your rings, running your finger over the wedding band as you stared at it, lost in thought.

“Thinking about taking it all back?” Christian chuckled, crawling into the bed next to you.

“Never,” you smiled at him. He came to sit beside you and leaned across your body gently, resting his hand on the other side of the mattress next to your waist to support himself as he looked at you.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours slowly and sweetly, letting it linger for a moment. “Forever.” He nudged your nose with his, forcing a giggle from your lips.

“How did you feel the rest of today?” he asked, bringing his free hand up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. After your bout of morning sickness, worry for you had remained in the back of his mind the entire afternoon until he was able to come home and wrap you in his arms.

“I honestly felt okay today. I was able to get a lot of chores and cleaning done, so it was a good day.”

A satisfied smile took over his features as he looked over your face for a moment more. Then he shifted, pressing a kiss quickly to your nose before he shuffled down the bed, laying on top of your outstretched legs. He rests one of his arms across your thighs and sets his chin on his forearm. He lifts the hem of your shirt, raising it so that your bump is exposed. Christian poked your belly button, which he had loving dubbed “the microphone” and would talk to your baby through.

He swore up and down that she could hear him better when he used the “microphone,” which always caused you to roll your eyes at his antics. Secretly, he did it because he knew it would always get you to laugh.

“Hey, there, baby girl,” he cooed to your belly. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a limb press into your stomach from inside. You saw the slight distention in your belly as a hand or foot pressed into the surface, reacting to her daddy’s voice. Christian beamed with pride and rested a hand over the same spot, hoping to feel the baby’s movement. “You gave mommy a pretty rough time last night, didn’t you? I need you to give her a break tonight, okay? Let her rest a little bit.”

He glanced up at you with an amused look, and you could see a twinkle in his eye. His eyes became a little teary as he placed a soft kiss to the surface of your belly. “We already can’t wait to meet you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

Christian was going to be an incredible father—you already knew it. She hadn’t even arrived yet, and already Christian loved his little girl so fiercely and completely. You could see it, years from now, how he would do anything for his daughter. Whether it be tea parties and princess dresses or football and rough-housing in the backyard, he would be there for every moment. He would do anything for her and would protect her until his last breath.

You had to wipe a tear that slipped down your cheek at the thought, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment before you.

Moments like these reassured you of why you had never once doubted the man before you—the man you chose to marry, the man who would now be the father of your child. You already couldn’t wait to start your journey as parents, as a small family of three. It would be a hard road, sure, but it would be a road you could take with the support of Christian at your side, and there was nothing you could possibly want more.

tag list: @masonspulisic @chelseagirl98 @thoseboysinblue

[thoseboysinblue]

What Nobody Sees

Part 3

Christian Pulisic x reader

You have unexpectedly found yourself tangled up in a long-term situationship with Christian.

Word count: 7700+

Warnings: Swearing, smut (under 18 DNI)

Song Inspo: Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders

Requested: No

Author's note: The original concept for this is based on a dream I had. Once I heard the song, I knew it was an immediate fit. This will be a multi-part series. Thank you, as always to @neverinadream for helping me to flesh this out. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

Also, I know it has taken a while for me to update, thank you for your patience and I hope it is worth the wait.

You wake in the early hours of the morning, darkness enveloping you as you remember where you are. Christian's scent surrounds you, his arm is thrown delicately over your waist, your legs are tangled with his, and the sound of his slow and steady breathing fills the space.

You shift slightly and his arm tightens around you pulling you closer to him.

"You ok," he whispers as he nuzzles into you, lightly kissing your shoulder.

"Mmm" you hum, as you twirl your hair into a bun and tuck the loose end under your head so that it won't be in his face.

He takes advantage of your exposed neck, trailing a row of soft kisses along the side before giving in to his stronger desires and licking a stripe back to your earlobe and softly nipping it with his teeth.

A quiet groan escapes his lips when you involuntarily grind your ass against his semi-hardened cock. He slides his hand under your shirt brushing his thumb over your nipple as he cups your breast in his hand, enjoying the soft moan that he pulls from you.

I love the way she reacts so easily, he thinks to himself as he feels the goosebumps erupt on your skin. He raises your shirt over your head tossing it to the floor along with his own as his hands hungrily roam your body.

He continues trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders as he dips his hand between your legs and brushes his fingers over your clit earning another soft moan as you once again grind your hips against him.

"Stay on your side," he whispers. He slides your shorts and underwear down your legs before removing his own and nudging your knee a little higher to give him more access to you.

He presses his tip against your entrance feeling how wet you already are for him. He drops to one elbow, his face and body hovering slightly over yours as he pushes into you fully.

You both sigh as he stretches you out and begins rocking in and out of you slowly. You intertwine your fingers with his hand he's using to prop himself up as he brings his other hand up to roll your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

You've never felt so completely comfortable with someone in bed as you do with him. Even though you both often praise one another or mutter filthy things back and forth, you know it's not necessary right now; you both know what the other needs without saying a word.

The two of you have learned that you can trust each other to be met with no judgement when trying something new is mentioned. Sometimes those experiments have worked out great, sometimes you were both left in a heap of laughter on the bed.

The room is filled with quiet moans and heavy breathing as Christian picks up the pace ever so slightly. His cock dragging perfectly against your walls and brushing over your sweet spot with every thrust.

You press two fingers to his lips, feeling him smirk before drawing them into his mouth to coat them in his saliva.

You slide your hand down your body and when your fingers brush over your clit you clench around him as he whimpers against the side of your face.

He continues rolling one nipple between his fingers before dipping his head to pull the other between his lips feeling you clench even harder around him at the sensation.

He pulls off of you with a pop, "baby, you close? I can't hold it much longer," he groans.

You nod as you grind your hips against him and he thrusts deeper into you.

"So close, Chris," you whisper as you feel his hips start to falter.

"Cum for me, my pretty girl," he whispers against your jaw and that's all it takes to topple you over the edge, Christian following quickly behind you as he stills himself deep inside of you.

Warmth spreads in your chest at him calling you his "pretty girl." It's by far the sweetest thing he's called you. You're used to him calling you his little slut or his dirty girl, but his pretty girl, that's new.

He leans down and presses a barely there kiss to your lips, silently celebrating that you didn't turn away from him before pulling out of you and laying back down beside you.

He pulls you flush against him, your back pressed against his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. He places a few delicate kisses along your shoulder as you trail your fingertips along his arm.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, cloaked in the darkness of the room, while your mind races. This feels like more than just sex now, you think to yourself as Christian's thumb traces circles over your ribs.

"I love," he breaks the silence and pauses when your breath hitches in your throat. He takes a breath in before starting again, "I love that I know what it's like to make you cum in the middle of the night." He smiles against your shoulder as you nod.

"You're a fucking dream," he whispers as he runs his nose along your neck.

"Maybe a wet dream," you giggle as he kisses the sweet spot just below your ear.

"Still a dream," he laughs lowly.

He whines as you shuffle away from him slightly.

"I'll be right back," you giggle and kiss him on the underside of his jaw and slide out of the bed. You grab a shirt from the floor and make your way to the bathroom to clean up a bit. When you pull the shirt you grabbed over your head, you realize it's his. You shrug and admire yourself for a moment in the mirror, your eyes floating along where his shirt hits you mid-thigh.

What am I doing? You think to yourself as you realize the already blurred lines surrounding you and Christian becoming more and more blurred every day.

It's just a fling. You tell yourself even though you know it doesn't feel that way anymore, maybe if you keep reminding yourself it will help to soften the blow to your heart when this inevitably ends.

He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror at the end of the bed before you turn off the bathroom light as you rejoin him. Butterflies swarm in his belly when he notices you're in his shirt. You've stayed with him a few of times before, twice during the World Cup, and once after winning the Concacaf back in June; but you've never worn his clothes before on those occasions, and he can't deny that it short circuits his brain a little.

He scoots towards the center of the bed, holding his arm out to invite you to snuggle into his side. You join him and lay your head on his chest, softly dragging your fingers over the smattering of chest hair he hasn't shaved.

"Everything ok?" he asks quietly, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah," you sigh, "funny how I thought this was going to be a one time thing," a quiet laugh escapes your lips.

"That was never going to happen," he chuckles, "I was addicted from that first time."

"We should go back to sleep," you whisper hearing him yawn in agreement, "we have a long day tomorrow, and you don't need to be tired."

"You're worth being tired for," he whispers as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you gently.

*****************************

Flashback to May/June 2022

"Hey you," you chuckle as Christian pulls you into a side hug, "long time no see," you grin at him as you sit down at the table across that's serving as your makeshift desk while he sits across from you.

"It's good to be back," he gives you a slight smile as he leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out under the table.

"How was Florida?" you make small talk while you shuffle though a few papers.

"It's always nice to be home," he shrugs, "glad I get to go back for a couple of weeks after camp before preseason starts back up."

"Yeah, I know you're ready for some downtime," you say absentmindedly as you finally find what you're looking for.

"How are things in London?" you glance up to him, catching his eyes before he looks down at his hands that are resting on the table.

"Fine, good" he huffs before looking back up at you forcing a smile.

You reach across the table and place your hand over his, giving him a reassuring squeeze which causes him to sigh.

"How long have we known each other, Christian?" you ask him quietly.

"Three or four years?" he looks at you puzzled.

"Have you forgotten that we've been friends long enough that I can tell when you're just giving a diplomatic answer," you narrow your eyes at him.

"You don't have to tell me, and I won't push you to talk about it, but know that if you want to talk, I'll listen, ok?" you offer him a slight smile, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Thank you," he sighs before offering you a sincere smile.

"I've looked back through all the data I've been collecting since I started working with the team in January, including what's been sent to me from Chelsea, and everything looks good fitness wise," you say as you glance back through your notes.

"So, let's get you some minutes in, get these matches out of the way, and get you to your downtime with your family, ok?" you nod at him.

"Yeah sounds good," he says as he looks at you but seems a bit distracted.

"Alright, go get me that trouble maker friend of yours," you chuckle letting him know you're done with your brief but required meeting.

He chuckles as he stands, "I'll let him know."

He starts to leave but turns back to you, "hey, y/n?"

"Yeah?" you look up at him.

"It's good to see you," he smiles at you, a genuine smile that reaches his eyes.

"Good to see you too, Chris." you grin back at him.

The training sessions leading up to the four scheduled June fixtures go relatively smoothly, everyone falling into the normal camp routines. You chuckle to yourself when several of the guys decide to go for mullets asking them if they'd lost some kind of bet.

When you first started working with the team, you steered pretty clear of hanging out with them outside of training and film sessions, but during the March camp, you started hanging out with them a little more and more. You'd begun joining in on their gaming nights, quickly usurping Princess Peach in MarioKart and shocking all of them with your competitive side. You had even started playing "drinking games" with them, encouraging them to bring their favorite hydration drinks to your room or wherever you were meeting up in order to make sure they were staying on top of their health.

When Christian showed up for training one morning with blonde highlights you couldn't deny that it surprised you and made you painfully aware of how good it looked on him.

"Y/n," Weston grins as he pushes through the door to your room with Christian following behind him, "what do you think of CP's new hair?"

"It's not bad," you grin back at him, "very Florida fuckboy," you chuckle as you ruffle your fingers through Christian's hair.

Christian locks eyes with you, arching an eyebrow at you, but you don't miss the sharp intake of breath he takes when you scratch your fingers against his scalp.

He can't deny that hearing you call him a fuckboy sent a flicker of heat down his spine, your words in combination with your fingers in his hair causing his dick to twitch.

"Had a lot of experience with fuckboys, y/n?" Wes chuckles.

"More than I'd like to admit," you roll your eyes before throwing Christian a wink.

"Do we need to stage an intervention for you?" you grin at Christian as you prop your door open waiting for the others to join you. "Deleting social media posts, new hair, it's like your going through a bad breakup" you giggle.

"Nah, I think I'm alright," he grins back, "just getting some hate on those posts so got rid of them, and just trying something new for the summer," he winks at you.

Once everyone has joined you, you are all sitting around in your room, playing never have I ever. The guys sipping on waters and electrolyte replacement drinks while you do the same.

Things stay fairly innocent at first, but naturally take a turn as they usually do.

"Never have I ever given a lap dance," Tyler chuckles when several of the guys and you drink.

You notice Christian keeps glancing towards you with each confession, and you can't help but glance back at him to gauge his reaction each time.

"Never have I ever been skinny dipping," Christian shrugs before taking a sip of his drink.

"Never have I ever gotten myself off in front of someone else," Wes notices that you take a sip of your drink and widens his eyes at you.

But you've noticed that Christian has also been sneaking in drinks as well to nearly everything mentioned.

"Alright," Jedi wiggles his eyebrows, "never have I ever tied someone up or been tied up."

You take a bite your lip to keep from smiling before taking a long drink of your drink.

"Y/N" Wes acts shocked, "here I thought you were all innocent, but I don't think we've found anything you haven't done yet," he eyes you up. "It's always the quiet ones that surprise you," he chuckles.

You watch as Christian makes eye contact with you before taking a drink of his drink without anyone else noticing.

"It is always the quiet ones" you grin, never taking your eyes off of Christian.

As everyone finishes up the game and starts to head back to their own rooms Christian lingers for a few minutes, "thank you," he smiles at you and you look at him puzzled. "For making things more fun, I'm glad you're here."

"Oh, well it's nothing really, but I like hanging out with you guys so I'm glad you're enjoying it," you smile back at him.

"We still on for tomorrow night?" he tilts his head to the side just slightly.

"Yep, you, me, and Wes have a date with some film," you nod at him.

"Good" he whispers as he leans down and barely grazes a kiss to your cheek, his hand giving your hip the slightest squeeze. His actions causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

The next evening you show up at Christian's room, a few minutes late having gotten caught up in a conversation with some of the other staff members during dinner.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," you shake your head as Christian lets you in his room. "Where's Wes?" you ask as you drop your laptop on his bed and kick your shoes off.

"He got pulled into a press conference and then he said he has some other things he's got to handle tonight," he shrugs at you, "so afraid you're stuck with just me."

"Whatever will I do?" you chuckle at him, but the thought of being alone with him makes you dizzy.

"We'll probably get more done without him," he grins at you as you nod in agreement.

"Damn it, I forgot the connector for the TV, I can run up to my room and get it," you trail off.

"Nah, we can just watch on your laptop," he settles onto the bed as you do the same.

You're both sitting with your backs against the headboard, your laptop sitting in the open space between you. You point out a few things about the team they will be playing against in a couple of days from some highlights you'd spliced together, showing him some vulnerabilities you noticed from both their offensive set pieces and the way they defend set pieces.

When you pick your laptop up to switch to a different video, he shuffles closer to you and takes the computer and balances it on one of each of your legs. His proximity and feeling him so close to you sending a jolt of electricity through your skin.

You continue pointing out a few things you've noticed, especially some defensive weaknesses you think he could exploit, but every nerve in your body is on high alert with each and every glancing touch from him.

"It's sexy the way you can break things down," he mumbles out loud, but he meant to only think it to himself.

You pause the video, and look at him, "I'm sorry, what?" You notice the tips of his ears are pink.

"I like the way you break down film," he breathes out.

"That's definitely not what you said," you chuckle.

You move to restart the video, deciding not to press him on his choice of words. But he grabs your wrist to stop you.

"You're right, I said it's sexy," the low tone of his voice making you shudder.

"Is that so?" You arch an eyebrow as you turn to face him a bit more.

"And? Is that hard to believe or something?" his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip.

"Come on, you know you're hot," he knits his eyebrows together.

"I mean, maybe to some people," you shake your head as quiet laughter escapes your lips.

"The way you think is sexy, you are sexy, to me," he emphasizes the last two words of his statement.

"You can't mean that," you smile nervously. "You're um, you're you," you motion up and down him with your hand, "and I'm, well I'm not exactly the type of girl that you're probably used to."

"No, you're not, but that doesn't make you any less hot," he brushes his lips against yours, testing the waters.

The kiss stuns you, but your body immediately reacts to his as you both share a brief smile before he kisses you again, a bit more fervently this time.

A soft groan escapes from deep within his chest when you thread your fingers into the short hairs at the nape of his neck and allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He pulls away from you just long enough to close your laptop and sit it on the bedside table. He turns back to you and tucks a lose strand of hair behind your ear before skimming his fingers along your jaw and tilting your face upward to kiss you again.

As your breathing becomes ragged, his kisses lower to your jaw and along the column of your neck as he slides on hand under the hem of your shirt. His position changes as settles himself between your legs, his hardened bulge pressing into your thigh.

"Christian," you breathe out.

"Hmm," he mumbles against your collarbone.

"Should we be doing this?"

He brings his face up to hover over yours, his eyes dark with lust.

"Maybe not, but I don't really want to stop," he admits quietly, "do you?"

You blink a couple of times as you contemplate his words, "not really," you sigh as he softly places his lips on yours.

He leans back again, judging your expression, "we can stop if you want to, at any time y/n. I don't want to, but I will."

"No," you shake your head slightly, "no, I don't want to stop." You lean up and kiss him again, nipping softly at his lower lip as he lets out a quiet moan and grinds against you.

"You have no idea how bad I want you," he whispers against the shell of your ear, one of his hands skimming against your waist again.

"I want you, too," you whisper back, tugging at his shirt.

He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head while you do the same. A shy smile spreads over his lips while you both take each other in.

He cups his hands over your bra, the thin lace separating his thumbs from your nipples when he brushes over them before sliding his hands around to the clasp. He pauses for a moment, waiting for your approval before he moves any further. You give him a quick nod and he undoes the clasp, removing the straps from your arms as he kisses over your collar bones and tosses it to the side.

You settle back onto the pillows as he holds eye contact with you. "You still ok?" asks quietly as you give him a reassuring smile and nod. Only then do his eyes drop to your now exposed breasts.

He grazes his thumbs over your already hardened nipples, pulling a quiet gasp from you before dipping his head to pull one of them into his mouth.

He switches between one breast and the other, flicking his tongue over your nipples, sucking at them and rolling them between his fingers until your breathing is heavy, quiet moans are falling from your lips, and you are grinding your core against him seeking out any friction you can get.

He kisses his way down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He glances back up to you, once again silently asking for permission as you lift your hips and give him the slightest nod.

He slides your shorts and underwear off, biting his lower lip as he sees you laid bare for him. You move to cover yourself under his intense stare but he grabs your hand and stops you, faintly shaking his head as his eyes burn into yours.

"You don't need to hide from me," he smirks as he settles between your legs and kisses over the tops of your thighs, "you look incredible like this, you always look amazing, but like this..." he trails off as a groan escapes his lips.

He traces his fingers around your entrance, brushing his thumb over your clit and watching your reaction, desperate to learn what makes you feel good.

"We should probably try to be quiet," he whispers against your stomach as he continues teasing you, "even though I'd love to make you scream," he winks at you causing you to giggle quietly, somehow breaking the tension in the room.

He hovers his face of yours as he slides one finger into you feeling you instantly clench around him.

"Use two," you whisper against his lips.

He nods and slides a second finger into you while massaging your clit with his thumb. You arch your back to meet his movements and he presses his lips to yours to swallow your quiet moans.

"Can I taste you?" he asks quietly as he kisses along your jaw feeling you nod as you sigh "yes."

He slides his fingers out of you and pulls them into his mouth, humming at the taste, before settling between your legs with his face hovering just above your core.

You whine at the loss of contact and buck your hips towards his face as his warm breath fans across you.

He chuckles before he dips his tongue into your entrance, a faint moan escaping his lips as he licks his way to your clit. He sucks lightly before, tracing his tongue along your folds again and pushing it deeper into your entrance again.

He licks back to your clit, flattening his tongue against it before sucking and flicking at it, slipping two fingers back into you and feeling you clench around them.

He moans against you when you thread your fingers into his hair and tug slightly. He curls his fingers against your sweet spot and the moan of his name that falls from your lips makes him dizzy.

"Yes, Christian, just like that," you breathe out as involuntarily grind against him, "you're gonna make me cum," you moan.

He keeps doing exactly what he's doing, knowing that you are enjoying it. He sucks and flicks at your clit and continues working his fingers into you perfectly until he feels you clenching and shuddering around him.

He reaches one hand up to roll your nipple between his fingers and that's all it takes for you to come undone. Your orgasm washing over you with a moan of his name. He slows his movements and kisses over your clit softly as you come down from your high, grinding his painfully hard cock against the mattress desperately.

He kisses his way back up your body as you work to steady your breathing. He moves your hair away from your face and rubs his thumb soothingly over your cheekbone before leaning down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself.

You hum against his lips, "that was, um, you were, holy shit, I can't think right now..." you trail off as he chuckles against your neck.

"We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to," he smiles softly down at you, "but it's so hot when you cum."

"I want more," you whisper against his neck as you trail a few kisses there, enjoying the whimper that escapes his lips when you find his sweet spot.

You trail your hands down his back, having come down from one high but craving another. When you reach the waistband of his shorts and push on it slightly, he sits up between your knees and pushes his shorts and boxers down, freeing himself as he kicks them off the end of the bed.

He grips his cock firmly, smirking when you bite your lip at the sight of him. He smears the leaking pre-cum over his tip with his thumb before bringing his thumb to your mouth to tug your lip free. He grins as you pull his thumb into your mouth, getting a slight taste of him, while never taking your eyes off of his cock.

"My eyes are up here, y/n" he chuckles as you look up to him blushing slightly.

"Yeah, I know where your eyes are, but I'm not worried about them right now," you grin.

A groan rips from his chest as you sit up just enough to wrap your fingers around him.

"I wanna feel you," you tug at him, "I want you," you nip at his earlobe as you pull him back down on the bed with you.

He pins one of your arms above your head while both of you line him up with your entrance. You grip your fingers into his hip as he barely pushes into you before pulling out and running his tip up to your clit. He teases you a couple more times before you hook your leg over his hip to hold him in place.

"Please quit teasing," you groan as you thrust your hips upward desperate to draw him into you further.

"Hmmm, I think you like it though," he chuckles as he inches into you a little more.

"Fuck, Christian, please." you breathe out, "don't make me beg."

"Oh, but you already are," he smirks at you, "and it's so hot, I'm tempted to make you do it a little more. But, fuck, I need to feel you."

"Fuck" you both moan as he pushes into you fully. His hand grips the one hand of yours he has pinned above you tightly while you dig your fingertips into his hips and arch your back pressing your body against him.

You gasp when he pulls out and slowly pushes into you again allowing you to feel every inch of him.

"Shit you feel good," he breathes out as he rocks into you slowly at first, your walls fluttering and clenching around him, "so fucking good."

He sets a steady pace, both of you panting and moaning quietly as you get lost in one another, but you can tell he's holding back a little.

"You can go harder," you grip his fingers tighter as he hits your g-spot.

"Hey" you whine when he pulls out of you completely and sits back on his knees.

He grabs a pillow from beside you, and jerks his chin up "lift your hips for me," he smirks when you comply.

Once he has the pillow positioned under your hips how he wants it, he pulls one of your legs over his forearm before pinning both of your arms above your head and pushing back into you.

You gasp at the new angle, feeling him deeper and even better than before.

"You like it a little rough, hmm," he groans into your ear but all you can do is moan in response.

"You're being so good for me, taking me so damn well, y/n" he moans against your neck when you clench around him at his words, "mmm you like that too, I think, you like it when I tell you you're good."

"Yes," you breathe out, "you feel so fucking good." You feel him twitch as he whimpers against your shoulder. You want to cringe at yourself for the praises that fall from your lips, but you can't because all you can think about at the moment is how good he feels and how well he is fucking you.

"Please, just like that, Christian" you moan, as his cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly.

"You gonna cum again, am I gonna make you cum again?" he stammers out as he feels his own high building.

"Yes, fuck," is all you can manage before you clench harshly around him and you break one of your hands free to grip into his bicep.

"That's it, let me have it, y/n" he groans as he feels you come undone, halting his movements for a few moments.

Once he knows you are through your own high, he thrusts lazily into you a few times, letting you catch your breath before picking up the pace again.

"I'm close," he whispers, "where can I..." he trails off.

"My mouth" you interrupt him, "I want to know what you taste like."

"Fuck," he groans, your words catching him off guard.

He pulls out of you quickly and stands on his knees while you sit up and position yourself on all fours in front of him, bringing one hand up to guide him into your mouth as he pulls your hair out of your face into a makeshift ponytail.

"Shit" he whimpers as you swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him fully into your mouth.

"Yes, just like that," he moans quietly when his tip hits the back of your throat causing you to gag.

"I'm gonna cum," he holds your head steady as he thrusts into your mouth, his hips beginning to falter as you grip your fingertips into his thigh.

A moan of your name falls from his lips as he releases into your mouth, the salty but sweet taste of him making your head spin. The image of him with his head thrown back in pure pleasure is one that will be burned into your memory. When you pull off of him and his head rolls forward to look at you, you open your mouth showing him his cum and he groans again. You throw him a wink before swallowing and licking your lips clean.

He collapses on the bed next to you and pulls you down beside him while he catches his breath.

"You're naughtier than I thought you would be," he chuckles as he nuzzles into your neck. Both of you covered in a light sheen of sweat as your breathing steadies.

"You've been thinking about me? Like this?" you question him, a bit surprised.

"Mmmhmm," he kisses your shoulder, "especially since last night with that drinking game," he confesses.

"Well, it is always the quiet ones, Christian," you giggle as he nods in agreement.

You lay there for a few more minutes as he trails his fingertips over you before you get up and grab your clothes.

You head into his bathroom to get dressed, the sudden realization of what just happened hitting you like a ton of bricks. You just had sex with Christian, really good sex, but still, that had to have broken some kind of rule. Fuck, this was stupid, you think to yourself as you drag your fingers through your hair trying to make yourself look more presentable.

You emerge from the bathroom to find Christian sitting on the bed with his shorts back on.

"I should um," you look down at your hands nervously, "I should go." You quickly grab your shoes and leave before giving him a chance to speak.

Once you're back in your room, you collapse on your bed, tears falling from your eyes as you think about the implications all of this could have on your job, your future, especially if anyone else found out. You're also worried about what he might think of you now, you were friends with him, now you've just slept with him, and you assume he thinks the worst of you at this point.

A quiet knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts as you get up and wipe the tears from your face, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

"Hey, you left your laptop," Christian stands in your doorway holding the computer out for you.

"Wait, are you crying," he asks, his voice full of concern as he edges his way into your room closing the door behind him.

"I'm fine," you offer him an unconvincing smile.

"No you're not," he says as he leads you towards your bed, putting your laptop down before sitting on the end and patting the open spot next to him.

"I am, really," you sigh as you sit down beside him.

"Come on, I know you're lying," he rolls his eyes before reaching up to gently turn your face towards him.

"Is it me?" he asks quietly, sighing when you nod.

"Do you regret it?" he looks at you sadly, like it will kill him if you say yes.

"No, it's not that," you answer him honestly, because you don't regret it, not in the least.

"Then what is it?" he gently pushes you for an answer.

His hand slides around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you rest your head on his shoulder and he rests his head on top of yours.

"I don't regret it, and I don't want you to think that, but it's all just kind of hit me and I don't know," you sigh, "I mean we work together, and there's probably rules against it, and you probably think I'm a slut who just sleeps with everyone..." your words trail off as he gets up and moves to kneel in front of you.

"Look at me, please," he asks quietly.

You open your eyes to stare down into his as they silently plead with you.

"First of all, I'm not going to let you say that about yourself, because I don't think that at all, I could never think that about you. We are two consenting adults who just had amazing, mind blowing sex in my opinion. Secondly, I don't know if there are rules or not, but no one else has to know, it can stay between us. Last, I'm begging you, please don't say this was a one time thing," he slides his hands over yours, kissing your fingertips.

"Christian, I don't know if we should," you shake your head at him, "but thank you for keeping it between us."

You feel slightly better when he stands up and pulls you into a hug.

"Guess I'm the first victim of your blonde fuckboy summer," you giggle against him as you feel him shake with laughter.

"I'm not a fuckboy," he chuckles.

"Yeah, you'd have to actually talk to people for that," you grin at him when he nods and brushes his fingers through his hair before settling them back on your jaw.

"Are we good?" he asks quietly.

You nod, "yeah we're good."

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then," he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving.

You try to act as normal as possible over the next few days, but Wes notices that there seems to be some tension between you and Christian. When he asks you about it you try to play it off, but you're not sure how convincing you were.

"We have to do better at acting normal," Christian says to you one evening when the two of you are alone in the elevator.

"I know, I'm trying," you smile at him.

"I can't stop thinking about it," he says quietly.

"Me either," you agree with him as he loops his pinky with yours.

"But I'm not sure we should again," you say lowly.

"I know," he sighs.

"See you tomorrow," he leans down and kisses your cheek before you get off of the elevator at your floor.

You and Christian have gone somewhat back to normal after Wes questioning both of you and you are thankful that he no longer seems suspicious that something happened.

The last match of the camp is a muddy one in El Salvador. As much as you're trying to pay attention to your work, seeing Christian soaked to the bone and covered in mud has you aching for him in a way you know you shouldn't be.

"You played well," you smile at him as you hand him a towel and he uses it to wipe his face before handing it back to you and pulling his shirt over his head to give you his monitor. You take the monitor from him and hand the towel back to him but he doesn't miss the way your eyes drag over his naked upper body and bite your lip subconsciously.

The #10: you wanna hang out tonight when we get back to the hotel?

Y/N: I need a long shower, but maybe after that?

The #10: I could use another shower, still finding mud 😉

Y/N: I suppose that could've been taken as an invitation

The #10: only if you meant for it to be 🙃

Y/N: meet me at my room. Do not get caught.

The #10: 🥷

When you got to your room you turned on the shower and peeled your soaked jacket off, leaving you in an equally soaked USA shirt that left very little to the imagination.

Your stomach somersaulted when you heard a knock at the door. You open it and Christian's breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you. You pull him into your room and shut the door behind him as his hands immediately start roaming your body while he attacks your neck with kisses.

"You're wet," he chuckles against you.

"Soaked," you mumble back as he pulls your shirt over your head while you work to undress him as well.

You're both a tangled mess by the time you get into the shower together.

You trail kisses down his neck and chest until you've settled on your knees in front of him, his thumb caresses your jaw as you look up at him, watching as the droplets of water fall from his hair and roll down his body.

You stroke your hand along his hardened length a few times before licking a stripe from his base to his tip.

"Fuck," he groans.

"Is anyone in these rooms around you," his eyes burn into yours while you swirl your tongue around his tip.

"Nope, we're scattered all over the place," you grin up at him.

"Good," he winks at you.

You take him into your mouth, sucking lightly as you run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft and work his base with your hand.

"You're fucking good at that," he moans as his head tips back and he grips his fingers into your hair. He steadies your pace just slightly, and the whimpers and moans escaping from him send a wave of pleasure to your core.

You trail your free hand down your body, moaning against him when your fingers meet your clit before sliding two of them into you. You moan again when you pulse them against your sweet spot, sending a vibration through his cock causing him to look down at you.

"Holy shit," he takes in the scene in front of him, water glistening all over your body, your lips wrapped tightly around him as you fuck your fingers into yourself.

He pulls you off of him, quickly pulling you back to your feet and reaching his hand up to brush his thumbs over your nipples causing you to shudder.

"If you need to fuck something, y/n" he grins as he wraps his fist around his cock, "it should be me."

You turn around in front of him and bend over just slightly, pressing your hands against the tile, "fuck me, Christian," you breathe out.

You look over your shoulder to see him staring at you, blinking.

"I want you to fuck me," you say again, a little more desperation in your voice than you'd like.

He reaches behind him and takes removes the detachable shower head from its holder and guides it down your body, streaming the water directly over your clit.

A loud moan escapes you as you reach for the wrist that's holding the shower head making sure he keeps it in just the right spot. He's smooths his hand over the curve of your ass before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

You push back against him causing him to chuckle, "so needy, baby." You clench around nothing at him calling you baby before he pushes into you in one long stroke causing both of you to moan.

His hips snap into yours quickly as you fuck yourself back onto him, knowing your high is rapidly approaching.

"That's it, y/n," he groans, "take what you need."

"You can be a slut for me, baby, it can be our secret," he moans as you clench around him.

"Ohh, fuck, I'm not sure if you like being called my slut, or a good girl more," he chuckles when you clench again.

"Maybe my good little slut," your legs shake nearly causing you to collapse, "hmm, yes, that one I think," he leans down to speak directly into your ear burying himself fully into you.

"Come on, y/n, cum for me," he says lowly before driving into you again harshly until you come undone and push the shower head away from you, your orgasm violently ripping through you as he slides his arm around you to keep you upright.

He fucks you through it chasing his own high, you watch him through your blurred vision in the mirror. When he pulls out of you and wraps his fist around his dick you turn slightly to watch over your shoulder as he releases onto your back.

He notices you watching as he finishes, smirking and throwing you a wink as you watch him in a completely fucked out haze.

He takes the shower head and washes his cum from your back before standing you upright, his arms continuing to keep you steady.

You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest after he's put the shower head back in the holder letting the warm water fall over the two of you.

"You ok?" he says waiting for you to nod before he removes his arms from around you and grabs your body wash.

You both shower off and wash your hair before stepping out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his waist as you dry off and wrap yours around you as well moving on to towel drying your hair. He watches as you brush your hair and get dressed, taking a few minutes to dress himself as well.

"Hard to believe it's gonna be a few months before I see you again," he says as he sits on the end of your bed and pulls you to stand between his legs.

"Yeah, I guess September," you shrug at him.

"Well you have an open invitation to visit me in Florida, or we're doing preseason in the States..." he trails off looking up at you.

"Christian, that's probably not a good idea," you frown at him, "I mean, I think it would raise a lot of suspicions if I was visiting you outside of camp."

He nods, "yeah, you're probably right."

"So next camp?" he smirks at you.

"Next camp," you shake your head at him.

****end of flashback***

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You wake before your alarm, staring at Christian as he sleeps quietly, still wondering to yourself how you got to this point. You reach over to trace your fingers against the slight stubble on his jaw.

"You keep doing that and I'm going to fall in love with you," he mumbles sleepily, the huskiness in his voice evident.

You pull your hand away and he chuckles and pulls it back, kissing the inside of your palm without ever opening his eyes.

"You can't fall in love with me," you whisper and he opens his eyes to look at you, taking in the softness of your features bathed in early morning light.

"And why is that," he knits his eyebrows together.

"Because I'm the girl you fuck on international break, Christian, not the girl you fall in love with," you try to smile but he knows it's forced.

His alarm interrupts your conversation.

"We should get up," you say quietly, "we need to run."

He shakes his head, "I did my cardio for the day around 2 am I think."

"Nope, doesn't count," you grin as he tries to pull you back into the bed when you move to get up.

You finally pull him out of bed, "I will not be a distraction," you look at him sternly, before turning away to go get dressed.

"Hey," he grabs your wrist and turns you back to him, "you are not a distraction." He emphasizes his words slipping his fingers through yours and squeezing slightly.

You are everything, you think you're not, he thinks to himself.

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Football Fields & Race Tracks

Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: f1 x football cause why not, don’t need f1 knowledge to read, reader drives for redbull (in max’s place sorry max fuckers), flirting, secret relationships, allusions to sex/sexual themes/innuendos, open ended promises, chris is a little old fashioned in some ways, alcohol and the consumption of, podiums and wins, a little PDA, mason and recee are their #1 supporters, hard launch babeyyyyy 

Word Count: 4.6k

Author’s Note: all my patriotism disappears when I see this man. I dug this old idea out of my notes in honour of the concacaf win <3 // also this gif has nothing to do with this fic but he looks so sexy I had too use it. 

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The paddock was packed; fans, crews, drivers, families and celebrities. Amongst the ranks of Monaco, Miami and Austin, Silverstone gets a massive influx of celebrities in the paddock. Considering it was a Saturday, you were shocked to see so many of them. Sundays were usually their day, they come in and take a few pictures then post them like they’ve been fans of the sport for years. 

This was a big weekend for you, it was the last race before the summer break and you were ahead of your teammate, Checo, by 12 points. If you won this race, it would put you ahead going into the break. You had scored pole position, making it a little easier for you tomorrow but your focus was on the race and prepping for it. 

At least it was until someone shouted your name from the Williams’ garage. The American accent was evident but you knew that voice all too well. You looked over to see none other than Christian. 

You smiled, waving to the man as you walked over on your way back from the media pen. 

“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a quick hug. You smiled, “what are you doing here?” You asked, clearly confused. 

He looks over in the direction of Logan, “supporting my fellow American, duh.” He laughs, earning an eye roll from you.

“Wrong blue team, Christian.” 

Christian laughed once again, his hand resting on your back. “Let me walk you back?” 

You nodded, the two of you headed on the long walk back to the RedBull garage. The simple touch of his hand on your back brought you immense comfort during such a stressful weekend, he knew as much as well; hence why he chose to surprise you, letting you focus on getting pole position. 

Christian’s hand cemented its place for the entirety of the walk, the two of you chatting as you made your way down. The sight of you two didn’t turn heads, you both ran in familiar circles and you worked with the same charities so it was normal to see you two together. 

What everyone failed to figure out was that you two were a couple and had been for two, almost three years. 

It was quiet and lowkey, you supported each other from afar in public and made up for the love in private. Most of your off time is spent with family and friends so when you two vanish off socials, no one thinks otherwise. There has been an occasional pap photo of you two being a little too friendly but nonetheless, you were both young athletes who barely had time to date so yet again, no one really gives it much thought.

The two of you stop in front of the RedBull garage, a few of the mechanics seem to have recognized him and were coming over to say hello. You see them coming over and wrap up your conversation with the player.

“I’ll see you around?” You asked. 

He nods and gives you a quick hug. “I’ll see you tonight,” he whispers, his hand wandering down your back and there’s a soft squeeze on your hip before he lets you go. 

You smile at the men rushing over, giving them their time with the Chelsea player before walking off. Your heart skipped a beat like you were a teenage girl when you thought about him, every part of your body aching for the man you called yours. 

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Christian has some sort of a pull over you, a few whispers and a promise to make sure you woke up on time and you were in his bed; clothes scattered across the room, dinner left on the coffee table half eaten and now cold. 

His tattooed arm over your torso, his chest to your back as you traced over the various patterns on his arm with your manicured finger. His lips trailed along your bare shoulder, a kiss with each movement. 

It wasn’t often you two got to do this, no pressure for the time being. 

“Are you nervous?” He asks; and there's the pressure again. 

You huffed, sitting up a bit and pulling the fluffy white comforter over your chest. “Yes and no.” 

He propped his head up on the palm of his hand as he looked to you, waiting for an explanation. 

“Yes, I'm nervous because I need the points to be sure I'm ahead going into the break but also no, because I've raced this circuit a million times, I could do it in my sleep. There’s no actual reason to be worried, unless we get a sudden influx of rain.” You laughed, passing a hand through Christian’s knotted curls. 

“I’m certain you’ll be amazing tomorrow, baby. Knock on wood.” He reached up and tapped his knuckles to the wooden headboard. 

You smiled, leaning down to give him a kiss. 

His support meant the world to you, you knew he watched the sessions when he could and he always sent you a good luck text before every one. You did the same for him, a good luck text before each game and you watched every game you could, even if that meant you were up at odd hours, fighting the urge to sleep just to see your boyfriend kick a ball around for 90 minutes. 

Both of you watched the sessions after if you missed them for whatever reason. 

You didn’t exactly have a normal relationship during your respective seasons, you just hoped you were in a similar time zone so you could actually FaceTime at normal hours and eat a meal together. 

Speaking of food, your boyfriend sat up. “I’m starving, room service?” 

“Yes please, we didn’t exactly finish dinner.” You reached for his shirt and pulled it on. 

Christian had a wicked smile on his face, “I mean, I did eat didn’t I?” 

You rolled your eyes, throwing a pillow at him. “Don’t be gross.” 

“That’s not what you were saying when I was eating y-” you cut him off, a hand over his mouth to shut him up. 

Christian licks the palm of your hand, you pull away with a fake gag before you wipe your hand on his back. He ordered the room service and got up, walking to the wardrobe. “What should I wear tomorrow ?” He asked, searching through his clothes. 

His words passed through one ear and out the other, you lazed on the bed and watched your boyfriend; his muscles flexing in his back as he moved the hangers, the lack of clothes left you with much to fawn over and you mentally cursed him for putting boxers on but you digressed. 

“I can feel you staring,” he tells you as he turns to you with two shirts. 

You smiled, “it’s called admiring actually but okay.” 

Christian nods, pretending like he believed you and held up the shirts again. “Which one?” 

You point towards the navy blue with your foot. “My team colours of course.” 

He hums, hanging it back up. “Of course.” He made his way back over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “You okay?” You asked, looking over at him. 

Christian turned, smiling at you. “I love you, you know that, right?” 

“I do,” you smiled, reaching for his hand. “I love you too.” 

--

The arm over your waist held you in bed, your phone buzzing as you reached for it, eyes still closed for the moment. 

The time read 10:32am and you sat up, thinking that can’t be right. The clock on the nightstand confirmed the time and you jumped out of the bed. You were supposed to be up at least an hour ago because you had a meeting at 11:30. 

Christian opens his eyes, confused with your swearing as you stubbed your toe on the edge of the bed when you picked up your shorts. 

“What’s going on?” He asks, voice laced with sleep and rubbing his eyes. 

“I’m soooo late,” you groan, getting redressed as quickly as possible. Chris glanced at the clock and sat up, “oh my god, I'm so sorry baby. I said I was gonna wake you up.” 

“We slept through the alarms, Chris.” 

He pouts, reaching for you as you look around for your shoes. “Two minutes,” he begged, reaching for you. 

You shook your head, “I have to shower and get going.” You wiggled away from his grasp, spotting your slippers under the couch. 

He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting off of it and he pulled you to him, slotting you between his legs. Your hands rested on his bare shoulders, your boyfriend lifted your shirt, his lips pressed to your ribs and were moving down. “Stop it,” you mumbled, pulling him back by his hair. “I have to go.” 

“We can shower together, save time.” He smiled and you can’t help but laugh.

“You and I both know that won’t end well.” You leaned down to give him a kiss, a hand pressed to his jaw. “I’ll see you there,” a mumbled whisper as you kissed him once more. The man tries to get you to stay with him but you wiggled from his grasp, blowing him a kiss as you walk out the door. 

A sprint down the hallway and stairs to your room, followed by a quick shower and you were out the door again and at the circuit in record time and all 15 minutes before your meeting. 

You spent the next hour listening to your strategist rattle on about race strategies and tyre choices. You were practically falling asleep by the time you got out of there, in desperate need of a RedBull or some sort of caffeine. 

Bless your press officer; Colleen was waiting for you with a Red Bull in hand as she ushered you off to your next thing of the day. “So it’s a charity segment between you and a footballer, you know the one you always do the photoshoots with? I can never remember his name.” 

“Christian?” You looked at her as you approached the spot and speak of the devil. 

“Good morning, y/n.” He smiled at you as if he hadn't seen you 3 hours ago.

“Christian,” you nodded, popping the can open. “Nice to see you in the right shade of blue,” you nodded towards his navy blue shirt as you took a big sip of the acidic tasting drink. 

The reporter started telling you two what she wants from you, Christian would be teaching you how to do keep ups. You already knew but you went along with it, whoever did the least would donate whatever amount the other chose. 

“How much?” Christian looked at you, bouncing the ball a bit. 

“100,000?” You look back at him and he smiles, nodding.

Christian started, the reporter counting as he kicked the ball up. He managed to do 26 before the ball dropped. “You have your work cut out for you,” she joked, watching as Christian handed the ball over to you.

“I suppose, but I’m certain I can beat Christian.” You smiled, setting the ball down.

“Same wager?” He asked, setting the price and you agreed before starting. You did 26 before the ball dropped, leaving Christian a bit shocked. He knew you played with your PT but he didn’t know you could manage at his level.

You looked at him, a smug smile on your face. “You’re good, perhaps you can fill in for me when I'm away.” He jokes. 

“And who would drive my car?”

“Me, of course.” He gestures to himself, earning a laugh from you. 

“You couldn’t do what I do, even if you tried.” You patted his arm, moving your hand away after a moment. 

The reporter breaks up your little moment, announcing that because you both got the same amount in keep ups so you would both be donating $100,000. You thanked her for the game and you both headed out on your way. 

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It was 15 minutes to lights out, and the grid was full. Crews, drivers, mechanics and celebrities doing their walk off the grid. You leaned over the halo of your car, upside down and into the car to the people passing by as you checked your wheel to make sure it was okay. 

Someone calls for you, you just assumed it was Martin who was doing his grid walk but instead found a photographer with none other than your boyfriend. 

“Can I get a photo of you two? Missed my chance this morning,” he laughed, referring to your charity segment. 

You nodded, standing up straight. “How is it that you keep finding me?” You joked, an arm behind Christian’s back. The man wraps an arm around you and even under the thickness of your fireproofs and race suit, you could feel the heat of his skin burning into you; as if he was touching your bare skin. 

“You’re always there,” he says; the words loaded. 

The meaning behind them was meant for more than him just finding you today but something deeper, an emotional level to it all. 

You looked at the man, a smile on his face as the photographer took a few photos of you two. Christian leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Good luck, I'll be rooting for you.” He whispered before letting go. 

You stared at him as he walked off, your lead mechanic shouting your name to get your attention, telling you it was time to get in the car.  

The 65 laps flew by, you held P1 for the majority of the race and only lost the lead for a few moments when you went into the pit. At the end, it was you in P1, Lewis in P2 and Carlos in P3. You were in the cooldown room, the 3 of you being ushered towards the podium.

Your heart swells with pride as you step onto the top step, hat in your hand as your national anthem followed by the Austrian anthem played. You smiled, lifting the trophy above your head, the sea of navy blue below roared with pride, equally as loud as yours. 

Despite all the people being there for you, you were looking for one person in particular. 

Your eyes meet his, you smile at him and press a hand to your chest as you take a swing of the fizzy liquid in the dark green bottle. Christian watched you, his heart swelling with love and pride and all these feelings that he didn’t have words to explain. 

He looked a few feet down to see your parents, the two of them had come down for the race and it was nice to see them; they were amongst the very very very limited few that knew about the two of you - the list consisted of your parents and siblings, his parents and siblings, your PT and best friend as well as his teammates. 

Christian smiles when he sees your father hug your mother, the two of them smiling up at their daughter on the top step. 

He knew today was the day he had to ask your father the question that has been on his mind for weeks but first, he had to congratulate his girl. 

You were on your way back to the garage when Christian found you; trophy tucked under one arm, champagne bottle in the other and your race suit hanging off of your hips. You always carried your own stuff, it filled a sense of pride that you had. 

The man snaked an arm around your waist when he finds you, a big smile on his face. “Told you you’d win,” he beamed, making you smile. 

“Lean back.” you instructed, lifting the arm with the champagne bottle. You two were stopped in the middle of the paddock with all the other people around you, flashing cameras and yet it was like it was just the two of you. You poured the last few sips of the champagne into his opened mouth, the giggles leaving you as it dripped down his chin to his neck. Your eyes followed the golden drops of liquid and part of you wanted to reach over and kiss right where it stopped but you resisted the urge. 

The champagne went to the man’s head faster than expected, pulling you flush against him in front of you everyone. “What are you doing?” You whispered, a smile on your face. 

Christian planted a kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips. His eyes met yours as he pulled away. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” He says to you quietly, making you laugh. 

“Shut up,” you tell him, wiggling from his grasp as you jog towards the Red Bull garage. 

You were rushed off to the hospitality building, everyone awaiting you and your trophy for team photos. After another shower of a sticky liquid - don’t be nasty, it was RedBull - you headed back to the garage when you found Christian, yet again, and your father. 

The older man had a smile on his face, patting your boyfriend on the back. “What’s going on here?” You asked, looking at the two of them. 

Your dad shook his head, “nothing sweetheart, Chris was just telling me a funny story from their game with West Ham.” Eyes shifted between your boyfriend and father, not fully believing their story but you were far too tired to dig at them. 

You simply nodded and walked away, leaving them to their conversation.  

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The tunnel was empty at the moment, your phone in your hand as you texted the man. 

To Chris: Outside. 

You waited a moment, taking in the walls of blue and white surrounding you, your finger pulling on the loose thread on the hem of your Chelsea jersey, the big number 10 on your back reflecting off the mirror on the wall. 

“Hey,” he calls, pulling you from your thoughts. You smiled, walking over to him with opened arms. “How are you feeling?” You asked, nails scratching over the back of his head where he had cut his hair low. 

You were officially on break from the racing season, you decided to spend it in England with your boyfriend but seeing that you lived there also, it worked out. They were playing a match against Leeds today and he asked if you wanted to come, you could never say no to him and the way he asked made you think he needed you there. 

Since the race, he’s been a bit off. Something was digging at him and you had asked but he assured you it was nothing and he was fine. 

“I’m okay,” he smiles, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You kissed his temple, “you go out there and kick some ass, yeah?” 

“Don’t jinx it,” he mumbles and you laugh, the two of you shuffling over the wall so you can tap your knuckles against it. “Knock on wood babe.” 

Christian smiles, a hand on your cheek as he looks at you. “I love you,” he smiles and you return the smile. “I love you too, Captain America.” You teased, giving him a kiss. 

“Go on, I'll be waiting for you after.” 

Christian pulls you back for one more kiss before letting you go. 

You watched from the stands, he ran down the pitch with the ball at his feet and he kicked it straight into the net, the goalie jumped to block it but it went above what he expected. There’s a big smile on his face, running over the crowd as he shouted something. You watched him, your heart skipping a beat as he blew a kiss to no one in particular but you knew it was for you. 

His teammates surrounded him, jumping on him as they celebrated his goal for a few moments before returning to the match. 

The end score was 2-1, a second Chelsea goal from Reece in the 87′ minute which gave them the win.  

The stadium starts to clear, the hallways full of people from the opposing team and the Chelsea staff. A few of them knew of you, all they knew was that you and Chris were good friends. You stood where you met him before the game, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to reappear.

“Hey,” he calls, getting you to look up. 

“You were fantastic,” you smiled, giving him a hug. 

Christian smiles, kissing your cheek. He was looking at something or someone behind you, you turned to see what it was and it was his teammate, Mason. Christian seemed a bit unsteady all of a sudden, as if something was bothering him. 

Your hand touched his bicep, giving it a squeeze. “Chris, you okay babe?” 

The man nods, “I have to talk to Mason about something, can you do me a favour?” His hand rested on your lower back. 

You nodded, waiting for him to tell you what the favour was. “Can you go to the kit room for me? I think I forgot my cleats in there, you know it's my lucky pair and I wanna take them home with me.” He points in the opposite direction. 

“Sure, I'll be back.” You tell him, walking off to the kit room. You arrived after a short walk but the door was locked and the lights were off. You knocked, but there was no answer. 

To Chris: Door’s locked, do you know where your kit man is?

From Chris: Not sure baby, check around please? I really wanna take them home. 

To Chris: Okay.

You continue to look for his sake, asking around for the kit man that seems to have vanished into thin air. You had spun around the place at least twice looking for this man or a key to the room before your phone buzzed in your hand.

From Chris: I remembered I left them by the bench on the pitch. Still with Mase, can you grab them? The lights should still be on out there. 

To Chris: Okay.

You headed back down the now empty hallway, humming to yourself as you approached the tunnel. You can see the lights shining down on the pitch but you start to notice the red petals scattered across the tunnel floor leading out onto the perfectly cut grass. 

There’s seven big letters in the middle of the pitch spelling out the words marry me with a bed of rose petals surrounding them and your boyfriend is there waiting for you with a big smile on his face. 

“Christian,” you called to him, stopping before you stepped onto the pitch. “What are you doing?” You laughed, unable to control your emotions. 

All of the emotions hit you at once, all the good and the bad, the hiding, the lies to people around you, the secrecy; everything had led you to this moment. 

“Y/n,” he calls for you, pulling you from your thoughts yet again. “C’mere.” His hand beckons you over and you slowly make your way to him, after what felt like a million years you got to him, the man holds your hand as he lowers himself on to one knee. 

Christian looks up at you, tears welling in his eyes as he grins. “Y/n, the last three years of my life have been some of the most amazing. I don’t have the words nor are there the words to describe the way I feel right now or how I felt when I met you for the first time. I knew from the first moment, I was gonna marry you, one way or the another. You are my everything; my stars, my moon, my sun, any and everything I do revolves around you-” 

You cut him off with a giggle, “that’s so dramatic.” 

He huffed; “Only you would interrupt someone while they’re proposing.” 

“Oh, is that what you're doing? I thought you had a leg cramp and decided to go on a long tangent.” You teased, earning an eye roll from your soon to be fiancé. 

“Can I finish ?” He asked, looking up at you. You nodded, a big smile on your face. 

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted; I'm the luckiest man in the world to have known you, to have you be mine and to continue for you to be mine. So what I’m asking is.. will you marry me, y/n?” He opened the little box he had in his hand; an emerald cut diamond sat in the center of a gold band with two smaller diamonds on each side. 

You look at him, pretending like you’re thinking about it before you giggle to yourself and nod. “Yes Christian, I will marry you.” You met him halfway for a kiss, a hand pressed to his cheek as you do. 

Christian slips the ring onto your finger, a smile on your faces that could light up the whole stadium. 

“Perfect fit.” He smiles, pulling you into his side. 

“What did she say?” You hear someone shout, you both look over to see Mason and Reece by the tunnel exit waiting for an answer to the question. You laugh, showing them your hand. 

Reece shouts, running down the pitch to the two of you.“SHE SAID YES!!” 

“FUCK YEAH!!” Mason follows his teammate, the two boys in blue popping confetti cannons that you aren’t sure where they got. You thank them for the enthusiasm and give them both a hug before Chris sends them on their way. 

His arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you finally heading out. “Is this why you’ve been so shady lately ?” You looked at him and he laughed. 

“Yeah, it's hard keeping a secret from you. I had to pull this off quick, cause once your dad knows, he’ll tell your mum and you know, as much as I love her, she can’t keep a secret to save her life.”

You paused, a small smile on your face. “You talked to my dad about this?” 

“I had to ask if it was okay to marry you,” he says as if it’s obvious. “I love you, I had to do things right.” 

You shook your head, laughing as you held his hand. “And they say chivalry is dead.” 

Christian shook his head at your comment, ignoring your theatrics as you headed home for the night. 

The next few weeks were bliss; the two of you under one roof, in one bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. You started looking into wedding venues and putting together the insanely long guest list. 

When you two went back to your respective seasons, you wore your ring on a chain hidden under your shirt for the time being. Christian didn’t have an engagement ring but he wanted something so he’d always have you close - he opted to get your initials hidden in his sleeve of tattoos. The little letters tucked away right beside the forearm piece of the tiger’s eyes. 

Once you both decide it not longer needed to be a secret, you announced it hard launch style on a weekend you’d both be together; a photo uploaded to both of your instagrams, your manicured nails against his forearm, your ring finger with the massive diamond on it pointed out the initials permanently on his arm. 

Your phones buzzed nonstop for the next 5 days but you both ignored it, soaking up as such premarital bliss as you could. 

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the lucky one | christian pulisic

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notes: just a whole load of fluff that i wrote when feeling like absolute shite at the weekend. enjoy 🥰

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the shooting pain in your lower stomach awoke you from your slumber, shifting your lower body in the bed and clenching your eyes shut as you waited for the particularly bad pain to settle down.

you picked up your phone and after seeing no notifications unlocked it to go into your conversation with christian, your lips forming a pout when you noticed the message had still not been delivered.

after being together for a couple of months, you had spent many a lazy day bundled up under the covers of christian’s cosy bed. whilst you much preferred your boyfriend to be cuddled up with you, staying wrapped up under the luxurious duvet on his cloud-like mattress sounded like the much better option for your period pains compared to the basic set up you had at your uni accommodation.

it had been easy making the decision to bail on uni for the day, deciding to stay put till your pains eased up and you made any attempt to drive home.

knowing christian would be worried when he returned from his training session to his apartment and saw your car still parked where it had been when he left hours ago, you managed to type out a quick message letting him know you were blowing off your classes and hoping to sleep the pain off a little longer.

upon hearing the rattle of christian’s keys unlocking the front door, your concerns about worrying him were soon confirmed as you heard him shout your name as soon as the door closed.

“‘m here.” you called out weakly, knowing there was little point as he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

noticing the lounge and kitchen untouched from when he left earlier that morning, christian rushed down the corridor to his bedroom, his heart racing in his chest when he saw the bedroom door closed. just how he had left it earlier so he would not wake you when leaving.

he swung back the door, his heart twinging in his chest when he saw you cuddled up on his side of the bed, pale face resting on his pillows that carried his musky smell, able to bring you a little bit of comfort through the pain. your cheeks were flushed and stray hairs clinging onto your clammy forehead, worrying christian immensely.

you managed to lift your head slightly to take in christian’s appearance, that familiar warm, fuzzy feeling overcoming you as you looked him up and down. he had clearly had a shower at training, his fluffy curls looking fresh whilst he was dressed in grey jogging bottoms and his black puffer coat, clearly in too much of a rush to check you were okay to take it off.

“baby, are you okay?” he rushed over to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed and cradling your pale face in his large hand.

“‘m okay, i just- i have the worst cramps and i just wanted to stay in your bed all morning. i’m sorry, i did try to message you, i’m not sure why it wouldn’t send.”

christian’s heart swelled at your words. he felt awful knowing you were in pain and there was little he could do about it, but knowing you felt safe in his space, that you felt comfortable enough to just stay there, that made him so happy.

too caught up in his mind, when he didn’t reply, you started to get a little worried.

“you- you don’t mind that i stayed, do you?” feeling your already pink cheeks burning as concern filled you. he had been at training all morning after all, the last thing he probably wanted was to come back to you moping about. “i’m sorry, i can go if it’s a probl-“

christian furrowed his brows, shaking his head. “no y/n, i-, i’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to stay.”

you matched his smile before a particularly painful cramp took over. the discomfort on your face made christian’s heart ache.

“is it bad?” he asked softly and you nodded. “stay here, i’ll be back in a minute.” he planted a soft kiss to your forehead making your heart swell.

in that moment christian was grateful he had grown up with a close relationship with his sister, feeling fairly confident he knew what to do to ease your pain as much as possible. he hurried around, not wanting to leave you waiting too long. preparing a hot water bottle before grabbing a cold bottle of water and some pills from the cupboard.

when he returned, you all but melted at how thoughtful he was.

after gladly accepting the water and pills, christian stayed stood next to the bed, unsure on his next move. “is there anything else i can do to help?” he racked his brain for what his sister would do when she was suffering. should he get you some chocolate? ice cream? or was that all a cliche. he remembered his sister throwing up sometimes. would that just make it worse?

a dazy smile took over your face. despite the pain, you couldn’t help but soften at the sweetness of your boyfriend. “i think a cuddle would help.”

he gladly obliged, slipping himself under the duvet and settling down before immediately opening his arms up for you to fall into his chest.

christian was quick to wrap one of his arms around your body, the other reaching to reposition the hot water bottle, holding it to rest on your lower stomach.

“is that okay, sweetheart?” he moved his other hand to stroke softly back and forth at your hip just above where your pyjama shorts sat.

“mhm.” you let out a satisfied sigh, the warmth from the hot water bottle immediately providing you with a little relief. you managed to edge yourself closer to christian and tangle your legs with his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“you want to try sleep it off?” he asked and you just nuzzled yourself further into his chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat and being wrapped up in his arms settling you.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you lifted your head up slightly to look at christian, your insides bubbling at how beautiful he looked. his dark honey eyes staring into yours, the freckles scattered across his face, his rosey pink lips turned upwards into a smile at your words.

he hummed, leaning down and brushing his soft lips against your forehead once more.

“i think it’s the other way around, sweetheart.”

you shook your head, grinning as his hand slipped up the back of your pyjama top to rest on the small of your back, the feel of his cold hands on your burning up body welcomed.

“i’m definitely the lucky one.” you grinned till a further pain erupted in your lower tummy, causing you to clentch your eyes shut and let out a small groan.

christian’s expression dropped seeing you in pain.

“come on, let’s have a nap, see if you can sleep it off, baby.”

you nodded, resting your head back against his chest and closing your eyes, gladly accepting his embrace as you managed to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

[captainpulisic]

the rust that grew between telephones - c. pulisic

authors note: saw a video on twitter where christians parents called him a 'shy, soft spoken kind of guy' and I got really soft over him gif credit to owner word count: 2.6 k

you’re dead asleep when the phone screen begins to light up the room. you blindly reach for the it on your nightstand, refusing to fully exit your slumbered state. surely you had set your alarm clock to the wrong time last night, because there was no fucking way it was already time to start the day. you’d bet your life that you had just fallen asleep, at max, an hour ago. 

it’s okay, you try to convince yourself. it’s probably only midnight and I have many, many hours of sleep left. 

yet, as you peek one eye open, it is not your blaring alarm illuminating your screen and room. you’re met with christians contact photo. suddenly, you feel wide awake. the sleepiness and appeal to go back to bed is long forgotten, now only eager to hear his voice. 

answering the call, his raspiness indicated he’d also just woken up. you hear his low voice, “hey baby.”

oh.

oh how you missed his voice, especially as the first thing to hear in the morning. if you closed your eyes, you could perfectly envision waking up by his side. tired eyes and soft giggles, as he pulls you close to him. you feel slightly pathetic over how your heart begins to hurt. it had only been a few weeks since you’d last seen him, yet the yearning was unbearable. you missed him. you always do when you’re apart, but recently it has been worse. your skin itched for his, lonely nights spent counting down the minutes until the season would be over and he’d be coming back home. 

“hey you,” trying to sound as awake as you can, stifiling a yawn that wants to escape you. he must not realize how late it is on your end. sitting up, you pinch yourself a few times to become more alert. you manage out a somewhat energetic, “everything okay?”

“yeah, everythings okay over here.” his voice is softer than usual, sadder if anything. he pauses for a moment, you can feel his hesitation before speaking. soon enough he whispers his confession, uncertain and slightly embarrassed. you might have missed it if you weren’t hanging on to every word he was saying. “I just really miss you.” 

your heart aches even more, if possible. “i miss you, too.”

“like, really bad y/n,” he’s always struggled with properly articulating his feelings. he prefers to affirm his love for you with simple, small acts and sweet, shy touches. telling you his true feelings always resulted in him turning a blushing and stuttering mess. therefore, you know how much this must really be affecting him, for him to outwardly say this. your heart breaks as he goes on, “do you know how much it sucks to wake up and not have you right next to me? it’s horrible.”

you do know, you always feel like that in his absence. 

“i know, my love.” you sit up, trying to wipe away the weariness from your eyes. “but we’ll be together soon, yeah?”

“soon.” he confirms, it’s the only promise that's managed to keep him sane. 

hoping to keep him on the line and distracted from the ungodly hour he woke you up, you ask him about what he has planned for the day. its meaningless talk, really. he goes on about the scheduled training and new tricks they’ve been working on, occasionally complaining about the team's current slump. once in a while you hum, letting him know you're attentive to every word he’s saying. yet you’re more focused on how soothing his voice was, it was all warmth and safeness to you.

still clueless of the time, he asks what your plans are. you begin to mumble about the exams and work you have planned for tomorrow- well, for today. you too, in return, complain of how exhausted uni life has been treating you and the endless pile of assignments you can never seem to finish. 

your error is droning on about how tiring it all is, because it just makes you revert back to your drowsy state. you don’t even realize when your words begin to die off and a rather large yawn breaks loose.

“y/n? are you falling asleep?” christian frowns. he had been too wrapped up in the horrible mood he had woken up in, he hadn’t thought of the wretched time difference. “wait, what time is it?” 

“uhm,” your hesitation lasts too long for his liking. instantly, it all clicks for him.

“fuck”, he groans. “it’s the middle of the night, isn’t it?”

“no.”

deny deny deny. 

if he realized it was so fucking late, he’d send you back to sleep. that was the worst fate he could condemn you to, you were sure of it. with him training all day and the drastic time difference, moments to properly talk were rare. you weren't going to give up this precious, stolen time with him. your scarce phone calls consisted of quick recounts of what you'd both done that day and gentle whispers of how much you’d missed each other. too soon, one of you would have to hang up to either get started on your day while the other had to unwind from their day already spent. 

you didn’t care how childish you sounded, you weren’t going to let him make you go to sleep. he couldn't make you! 

“y/n.” he was much more serious, more stern. when he got like this, you liked to tease him, calling it his ‘captain voice’. that’d usually leave him with reddened cheeks and arguments long forgotten.

it comes out more of a question, then an assurance. “I was already awake?”  

“y/n.” he repeats. yeah, it was a long shot that he’d believe that. 

you mock him, “christian.” 

you hear him begin to huff out his disapproval of your childish antics. much to your dismay, another damned yawn escapes you. no point in trying to win now, you rest your head back on the pillow and accept your defeat. you sigh, “okay, I was asleep.”

he makes a noise that sounds like a mixture of a disappointed groan and a victorious ‘hmph’. 

oh my sweet boy, how I miss you. 

“i’m so sorry,” he’s sputtering out apologies faster than you can try to assure him it’s all okay. “I was dreaming of you and then I woke up and you weren’t here. I felt horrible. I needed to hear your voice before I went insane. I called without thinking, i’m so sorry I woke you. go back to sleep, please.”

your reply is automatic, “no.”

“yes.” he tries (and fails) to reason with you, “you just told me how busy you’re going to be in the morning!”

“you can’t make me!” you argue.

“y/n.”

“so i’ve been called.”

“go back to sleep,” he tries again. you’re tempted to do it just because it’s him asking you. you would do anything he’d ask of you, it's quite humiliating how you’re putty in his hands. no, you have to stand your ground. you had missed him too much and you weren’t ready to say your goodbyes. back to his shy state, “i’m now very embarrassed that I called.”

that irks something in you. you’re stupidly obsessed with him, you’d go days without sleeping if it meant you could always talk to him. the fact that he doesn’t get that offends you quite a bit. if he’s embarrassed over how much he misses you, then you should be utterly humiliated. 

“christian,” your voice comes out harder than you’d planned. “listen to me.”

instantaneously, his protest had stopped and the line had gone silent. you pull the phone away from your face, unsure if he’d hung up to make you go back to your unwanted slumber. no, the call was still connected. putting the phone back to your ear, you barely caught his faint, “yeah?”

“i’m glad you called.” suddenly, you feel as shy as you imagined he did. you also struggle to express your feelings but you’re desperate to keep him on the call, not wanting to part ways yet. “i’ve missed you terribly.”

another pause, “really?”

“I can’t believe you’d even question it,” you utter in disbelief. “of course idiot, ‘m always missing you.”

“i’m not questioning it!” all the clatter on his end of the line has stopped. you’d assumed he was getting ready to leave for training and now you were both left in silence. it takes him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and words. eventually, “i’m sorry, i’m just in my head right now. have i told you how much this distance sucks?”

“i know, my love” the urge to hold him and kiss him is borderline pathetic. trying harder to distract him from the sad thoughts and prior argument, you have to think fast. you drop your voice a tad lower. you try your best to sound as alluring as possible, “that’s why we should really take advantage of the time we have right now. c'mon, think of the fun things we could do at this late, late hour.”

you begin to mumble half-hearted details of what you had in mind, yet christian hums his disapproval.

“y/n, stop trying to seduce me.” the ‘captain voice’ reappears. “it’s only late for you and you’re about to go back to sleep, or else.” 

it’s a teasing threat. you both can’t deny the smiles you’re fighting as the conversation unravels. scolding words but you know him, this was your usual banter. 

“oh, yeah?” you counter back. “what are you going to do when you’re thousands of miles away, huh? and like i’ve said countless times, i’m not even tired!” 

“you yawned three times as you told me ‘all the filthy things’ you wanted to do to me, i’m positive you’re tired.”

“oh baby, I think you need to get your hearing checked because I was not yawning.” you scoff, scolding yourself for getting caught. your brain fumbles trying to think of a good comeback. you blurt the first thing that comes to mind, “that's just how I breathe.”

“then you’re the one who needs to go get checked because thats some weird fucking breathing.”

you snort, “has anyone ever told you how good of a flirt you are?”

“no,” he deadpans, the captain voice more present than ever.

“hmm, I wonder why. should we, maybe, try to figure out why that is?” 

“y/n,” he’s not letting you sidetrack him again. “please, go to sleep.”

you whine once more, “but I wanna keep talking to you.” 

“i know, pretty girl but you have to sleep.”

you feel yourself losing this fight. trying to find some common ground, “will you stay on the call if I go to sleep?”

christian weighs his options, “promise to actually go to sleep?”

“promise to keep talking?” you counter back.

“if i promise, will you stop answering my questions with a question?”

you force yourself to hold back your laughter, “will you?”

he laughs and you’re unashamedly proud that you’re the cause of it. you’re sure you hear him call you a ‘smart ass’ but he swiftly denies it. 

much to your delight, christian begins to tell you an in depth play by play of their last game and how he thought they could improve. half of you wants to fight the sleepiness and continue listening to his rambles, but the sane part of you begs for some needed rest. you don’t even notice when you drift off, slipping back into dreams of the next time you’ll see christian. 

meanwhile, christian chatters on, even after you’ve fallen asleep. as he gathers his things to leave, he talks about everything and nothing. he tells you about how mason gave up on learning chess within the first ten minutes of christian trying to teach him. he tells you about how he found a new restaurant for the both of you to try next time you visit. the whole drive to the bridge, he recounts funny things that had happened with the guys and the latest gossips he knew you liked hearing about. he even managed into sneaking in a few, shy ‘i love yous’. as he went on and on, he knew you’d want to hear this again, once conscious, but he didn’t mind. he’d happily repeat himself a million times for you. 

-

he’s gotten even more handsome, you’re sure of it. you hadn’t thought it was possible but here he was, in all his glory. big brown eyes and now close enough to chart the freckles across his cheeks. those stupid phone calls and banter don’t measure up to the way he’s looking at you right now.

he had told you there was no need to pick him up from the airport, that you shouldn’t subject yourself to the hassle. clearly you went against his wishes, tackling him as soon as you had sights on him. that's how you were now, pressed flush against him, arms entangled around each other with promises of never letting go. 

“hey baby,” he whispers, lips pressed to your ear. “lets go home, yeah?”

instead of replying, your wrapped arms give him a gentle squeeze. unaware of the few curious glances directed towards the pair of you, you wonder if it’s physically possible to get any closer to him. 

“i’m never leaving your side again.” you mumble, face pressed to his chest. you try to peek up a glance at him, looking away immediately when you see his heavy gaze already on you. why does he have to look at me like that? it makes me feel like i’m on fire. slightly shaking your head, “i’m serious, one day they’re going to have to pry my corpse from yours.”

his dimple is more prominent than ever, “y/n, you really need to stop trying to seduce me.”

you both laugh, basking in each other's presence. christian presses a kiss to your hair, reaffirming how much he had missed you. his left arm never unwrapping from your waist, even when you begin to walk to the car.  

it’s a quick drive from the airport to your shared home. after unpacking and dinner and intimate touches were shared, you’d found yourselves laid in bed. your head resting on his chest, your fingers were mindlessly tracing the outlines on his tattooed arm. 

christian lets out a content sigh, “you have no idea how much i’ve missed this, missed you.” 

“i missed you more.”

after the busy evening you had just spent, it’s no surprise when you see him begin to snooze off. you don’t mind, you finally had him in arms reach and reassurance that you had many days to have the conversations that had been too scant. 

 

you murmur, soft and quietly, “go to sleep, baby.”

“hey,” he barely peeks one eye open, the corner of his lip threatening to quirk up. “that's my line.”

you roll your eyes, giving him one final kiss to his bare shoulder “night, i love you.”

instead of responding, he wraps his arms around your waist and flips you to your side. you let out a surprised yelp but nonetheless, your body automatically finds the perfect way to fit with his. instantly, he pulls you close to him, leaving a delicate kiss on your earlobe. you barely hear his low, “i love you too.”

after that, his faint snores are all that is heard. you follow in his steps, eyes growing heavier by the seconds. yes, sleeping is much better when christians voice rings right next to you and not through a phone.

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[swimmingismywholelife]

The Only Reason

Summary: Even though your relationship with Christian has been rocky, neither of you are willing to go down without a fight.

Warnings: 18+, arguments, panic attack, a lot of crying, angst but a fluffy (if you can call it that I guess) ending, SMUT, some dirty talk, soft dom!Chris, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and make sure you're not allergic to your wrap!), fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, the smut is sweet tbh

WC: 4.4K

A/N: It's my birthday but this is a present for all of you! Inspired by "The Only Reason" by 5 Seconds of Summer. My first attempt at smut which lowkey I wasn't supposed to add but it fit anyway. This is a step considering I'm openly horny on main now so you might see more in the future 👀. I literally changed it 1274045923845 times but I'm happy with the way it turned out so I hope you guys think it's good-

"Even though my dizzy head is numb

I swear my heart is never giving up.

You're the reason

The only reason."

~~~

The front door slammed shut, indicating Christian was finally home from training. You sighed, praying this would blow over quickly so you could enjoy your dinner.

The past few weeks had been incredibly frustrating for the both of you. Chelsea had been on a losing streak with hardly any goals and Christian hardly got any play time. He was in the middle of trying to negotiate some sort of deal with the club, either to transfer or give him more playing time. Although it wasn't the option he preferred, it was likely he'd be transferred somewhere else soon, and with that contract talks had to be opened. He loved Chelsea, but the club didn't seem to return that love to him. It heavily weighed on Christian's mind, slowly draining him of the love he had for the sport, sending him deeper into a depressive and angry spiral causing him lash out on everyone.

On top of that, your own stresses had started building up. Your workload had tripled due to you being short staffed. Every time you thought you were done with a project, a modification was added or a brand new one was added to your list of things to do. You were working overtime almost every single day and you were close to ripping your hair out.

Between your work and Christian's training, you'd hardly seen each other over the past few months. He'd been extra short with you recently, something that was pretty unusual for Christian. You were typically the one who struggled to keep your anger in check, but these days it seemed your boyfriend could give you a run for your money. Most days you spent sleeping away from each other as opposed to being cuddled in each others arms. During the very brief moments you did end up spending time together, more often than not it resulted in some kind of an argument.

You both agreed earlier that morning that you were in desperate need of some kind of date night to ease your minds and to spend time together. You decided that a simple dinner would be sufficient enough. It was something small, you wouldn't have to go anywhere, and it was always one of your favorite date ideas since you'd gotten together. You were excited to finally spend time with your boyfriend even if it wasn't anything fancy.

But you knew by the way Christian slammed the door that he thought otherwise. He angrily threw his training bag to the side, grumbling to himself.

"Chris, it doesn't do you any good to pace angrily around the house," you sighed. "At least come eat and try to take your mind off things."

It seemed you only made him angrier.

"God, what don't you get?!" he snapped back. "Fucking food isn't gonna help the situation. Our team is shit, this situation is shit, everything is shit!"

You stood up from your place at the table, upset with Christian for yelling at you when you just wanted to help.

"I understand you're frustrated with everything, but don't take it out on me!" you yelled back. "All I'm trying to do is help you. I'm not a fucking emotional punching bag for you to take your shit out on Christian!"

He slammed his hands on the table, the sound echoing throughout the entire house. It startled you. Christian wasn't one to express his anger through violence like this.

"Why do I even keep fucking trying with you?! All you do is nag and nag and nag! You keep 'trying to help' but you're not!" he screamed back. "All you do is get in my face of 'oh Christian do this,' 'oh Christian try and do that.' Get out of my face for once I'm fucking tired of it!"

You were stunned. Your heart with each word Christian spat out at you. You loved him, but you knew you didn't deserve what he'd been giving you for the past few months.

"Fine. I'll 'get out of your face,'" you said calmly.

"Actually you know what? I'll do it myself. Being in here suffocates me," he said venomously, grabbing his keys and storming out the house.

You moved into the bedroom the two of you shared. What once felt like home to you felt like a prison suffocating you the longer you stood in it. And you just fell to your knees and cried.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment where it all started going wrong. You and Christian weren't perfect of course, but you just worked. You understood each other like no one else. You'd experienced things together that you'd never had with other people. You hadn't grown up with Christian in the past, but that didn't matter. He was your present and was going to be your future.

But that was then. Somewhere along the way, things changed. Nowadays he barely made time for you. He was gone before you woke up and you were asleep before he came home. Date nights were nonexistent, special occasions stopped being special. You couldn't keep begging for his attention, wondering if this time would be enough to keep it.

You didn't want things to end. That was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do. You loved Christian with everything you had. But you were the only one trying and you both knew that. Somewhere Christian just fell out of love with you while you were desperately trying to grasp onto something. But it was no use. He was gone a long time ago.

Christian was in the middle of figuring out the trajectory of his career, unsure if he was to wait out his contract with Chelsea for the next season or leave for a club that truly appreciated him. And pretty soon, he would be flying back to the States for international break. The last thing you wanted to do was add onto the stress Christian was feeling.

But how long would you have to keep sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of his?

Christian didn't come home that night, nor the night after that, nor the night after that. Not that you really expected him to. He hadn't been home all that much anyway, and even while he was there physically, he wasn't there. So sleeping alone in your bed wasn't that much of a foreign feeling anymore anyway. And the longer he was away, the foggier your mind became. The answer was right there in front of you. This was Christian blatantly telling you how he felt about your relationship. Right?

It wasn't until about a week later that Christian had contacted you, letting you know he'd be coming back that night. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.

The door opened, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You could hear the clattering of the keys being placed on the table and footsteps heading up the stairs.

The lights flickered in your bedroom. Your eyes met his, startling him.

"Oh hey, I didn't realize you'd still be up," Christian said surprised, removing his jacket and placing it on a chair.

"We need to talk Christian," you said, trying to prevent your voice from wavering.

"We'll talk in the morning, Y/N. It's kind of late and I don't want another fight right now," he responded.

"I'm serious Christian," you answered, feeling your heart breaking already. "And I don't think this can wait until morning."

"Why do you keep using my full name?" Christian asked uncomfortably. "You only use it like this when something's really wrong."

You didn't answer. Instead you got up from your place on the bed and hugged his waist, completely breaking down. You felt like you couldn't breathe through all the tears and the pain you felt. Your body gave out as you fell to the ground, taking Christian with you.

For a second time that night, Christian was surprised. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.

"Hey, hey, baby what's wrong? What's going on?" he asked.

You couldn't get the words out. You only cried harder as he led you back to your bed. You took in this moment with him, not knowing if this was the last night you would sharing with him. You tried to memorize the scent of his favorite cologne, how perfectly you fit into his arms, the way his kisses felt. You wanted to remember how safe you felt with Christian and how your heart longed for him to come home to you.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay. I'm right here. I won't ever let anything hurt you," he said, trying to soothe you.

Little did he realize he was the reason you were hurting so much.

You held Christian close to you as the weight of your decision started to kick in. You wanted nothing more in this world than to be with Christian. He meant everything to you. You wanted it all with him. You wanted to marry him one day, carry his children, grow old together. You wanted to wear his last name to every game he played, to support him as he reached all his dreams. You could have nothing but Christian and you would be perfectly content.

Your mother had told you growing up that every scenario that came your way had three answers: yes, no, or wait. And you so desperately wanted to believe Christian was your sign that being patient was worth it. That waiting would be worth it. That one day it would bring you the happiness you craved and you deserved.

But how long were you supposed to wait? How long had you waited for him to fulfill his promises? How long had you been patient with him? How long had you stayed loyal every time he'd taken his anger out on you? How long had you been contemplating if you were worth saving? Was this just patience or were you holding onto something that you should've let go of a long time ago?

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier baby," he said, stroking your hair trying to soothe you. "I didn't mean it. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."

You couldn't get words out. You needed just one last night to call yourself his before you could make your final decision.

"Just hold me please," you sobbed out, gripping his body as hard as you could.

"I'll do whatever you need baby. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

Christian was scared. He didn't fully understand what was going on or why you were crying the way you were. But he knew something was off and something was wrong. So he just held you as you let out all the emotions you'd been feeling for weeks.

Christian knew it was more serious than he initially thought when you kept crying for over an hour. He didn't realize how absent he'd been from your life until then. How long had you been feeling such emotional turmoil? What else had he missed? Why were you crying this hard for so long?

Truthfully, he was afraid to find out. As shitty of a boyfriend he'd been over the past few weeks, Christian loved you with every fiber of his being. The last thing he wanted to do was lose you, the relationship you'd built up for years together.

But he knew the likelihood of a break up was probably looming in your mind. Was this it? Was this a sign that something was coming to an end? He didn't want to know. He knew you two needed to talk, especially after the way he walked out. But he was afraid of the outcome.

So he just held you close to him, praying this wouldn't be the last time he got to feel you like this. He took in your scent, trying to memorize the way you felt in his arms. He left kisses on your forehead, shoulders, and cheeks, wiping the tears away as he went.

You eventually calmed down, your grip on Christian never loosening.

"Christian I-" you gasped out.

"It's okay baby, take your time. You don't have to rush anything you don't want to," he whispered gently, kissing your forehead again.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about," he said. "If anything, I should be the one who's sorry. I've been such a horrible boyfriend. I shouldn't have said what I said, I shouldn't have done what I did."

"Christian…" you trailed.

"Shh, it's okay baby. It's okay. We don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk about this in the morning. Just let me hold you right now. Everything is going to be okay," he said softly.

"Chris I'm scared," you whispered.

His heart broke a little knowing you were scared of what morning would entail.

"I'm scared too baby. I'm so fucking scared," he admitted. "But we'll talk about this when it comes okay? Just be here with me now. Nothing else is going to hurt you tonight I promise."

The two of you were laying on your side facing each other. Your head was tucked into his chest, tears flowing every so often. Christian never once let go, not even when his arms started going numb. You were afraid to close your eyes, scared that Christian would be gone the moment you opened them.

Your body stopped shaking and you eventually stopped crying during the early morning hours. You were quiet. And if he didn't know you well, Christian would've believed you were asleep.

But he knew better. He knew that you couldn't sleep because neither could he. Just two souls barely hanging on by a thread not knowing how to fix it.

Did you want to fix things? Or were things so far gone there was nothing you could do anymore? Was this still worth it? Was a future still possible? Would love be enough to save this?

You were set on breaking up with him the night before. You were so sure that's what you wanted. But under the moonlight that peaked through your window, you didn't know what to do anymore. Your head was dizzy with thoughts and you couldn't think clearly anymore.

"Christian?" you called out quietly.

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

His body tensed at the question. He was quiet at first, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He knew this was it. His answer would either make or break your relationship.

"I don't know baby," he answered honestly.

You nestled your head further into his chest.

"I don't want to keep doing this. Guessing if you still want us. You're either in or you're out Chris. I don't want to keep playing your games."

Christian had to stop himself from letting out a sob and took a deep breath. You didn't trust him or his words anymore. And realizing that absolutely broke his heart.

"Can you look at me Y/N?" he asked.

You hesitated for a moment before lifting your head. Christian cupped your cheek with his hand, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. He rested his forehead on yours.

"You don't have to say anything okay? Just hear me out. I know I've been a shitty boyfriend. I know I haven't been there for you. I haven't treated you well. I've lashed out on you when you've done nothing but love and support me. Through all the shit the world's thrown at me this season, you've been everything I need and more. And I haven't appreciated that. And you deserve so much more than what I've been giving you."

Christian stopped for a moment, taking the opportunity to look at you. How could he have hurt you so bad? How could he let everything slip between his fingers?

"I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry that you've lost trust in my words. You always tell me that my words, my actions, and my intentions need to line up and they haven't been and I'm so sorry for that. I'm sorry I've broken so many promises. And most of all, I'm sorry that you're hurting and I'm the cause of it when I told you I'd never let anyone hurt you. I failed to see what was right in front of me and I've taken you for granted and I'm so sorry."

A tear fell from your eye, quickly caught by Christian's thumb.

"I don't deserve you. I really don't. You know that and I know that better than anyone."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead further into yours.

"But please don't give up on us. I know you can't trust my words right now, but I swear to you I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I can't let you go. Not now and not ever. No more games. No more confusion. No more trying to guess where my head and where my heart stand with you. Right here, right now, forever and always I'm with you. My head is with you. My heart is with you. All of me is with you. And I promise I'll prove it every day for as long as I live. So please. Give me one last chance to be with you."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what you wanted anymore. How could you trust him? He was saying all the right words, but did he really mean it? Were they more empty words?

Yes, no, or wait. Just like your mother said. But you'd waited so long that it seemed almost futile. Had you been wasting your time? Or was this what you were meant to do?

And though your head was fighting with itself, dizzy and numb from the constant questions running around, you knew where your heart lied. So you did the only thing you felt could portray how you felt enough to give him and answer.

You lifted your chin and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip on your cheek was firm, bringing you as close as you could physically get. The tears wouldn't stop flowing from either of your faces, but none of that mattered. What mattered was here and now.

Yes, no, or wait. And you finally got your answer.

He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And truthfully, he needed you to breathe.

You pulled back ever so slightly, just enough for you to be able to talk.

"You get one chance at this Chris. Only one," you said breathlessly. "Don't waste it."

His lips were back on yours in response, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan as he pushed you onto your back, settling himself in between your legs. He pulled back keeping his forehead to yours breathing heavily.

"I love you Y/N. I love you so much you don't even know," he said. "I won't waste it. Not ever again."

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips, needing to feel him closer. Your hands traveled underneath his shirt, nails scratching his skin lightly as they roamed his chest.

Christian pulled back from you for a moment to rip his shirt off before attaching his lips back to yours, giving you more access to him. You couldn't keep your hands off each other, your legs wrapping around his hips to bring you even closer to him.

"Chris," you whispered. "I need-"

"I know baby," he answered. "I know. Let me take care of you."

You whimpered beneath him as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of marks as he gave you sloppy but gentle kisses. He bit down on the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a loud moan.

"Does that feel good baby?" he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine that resonated throughout your whole body.

"God yes Chris it feels so good please," you begged beneath him.

His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt, bringing it over your head and pressing his chest against yours as he kissed your lips gently.

"So fucking beautiful. And all mine," he said to himself.

His lips returned to your neck, this time the trail leading to your breasts. You gasped as you felt his tongue along your nipple, pressing yourself further into his mouth. You only squirmed more as he moved to your other side, your fingers tangled in his hair tugging lightly. He kissed down your torso until he reached the band of your shorts.

"May I?" he asked softly.

You nodded your head frantically.

"Words baby." His fingers hooked into them, toying with the fabric. "You know the drill. I can't give you what you want unless you tell me."

"Yes please," you whined, wiggling your hips in the hopes of getting the clothing off you faster.

"Please what Y/N?"

"Please take them off Chris please. I wanna feel you on my pussy please, please, please."

"Good girl."

He slowly slid your shorts down, taking a little too long for your liking. He kissed down your stomach, loving how you were falling apart beneath him.

His fingers rubbed over the dark spot of your underwear. You gasped, hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He moved his fingers almost in a trance watching as the patch grew darker and larger.

"You're so fucking wet baby. You like it when I touch you like this?" he chuckled.

"Yes I love feeling you play with my pussy!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his fingers.

Christian pulled your underwear to the side. You shivered in anticipation as you felt Christian's breath on your lips.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, running his fingers through your folds.

"God yes! Please let me feel your tongue," you begged, lacing your fingers through his hair to bring him closer.

"As you wish princess."

Your back arched the moment his tongue made contact with you. He licked from the bottom all the way to your clit, lightly sucking on it. You moaned tugging at his curls. The louder you moaned, the faster he went alternating between licking and sucking. Your thighs closed around his head as you pushed him closer to you.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you were surprised when Christian inserted two of his fingers into your folds. You moaned even louder at the intrusion.

"God Christian more please. Please I need more!"

You were begging, but you didn't even know what you were begging for. You just wanted him to keep going.

Christian was enjoying every second of this. He loved watching you fall apart beneath him.

"You need more baby? So greedy. My tongue sucking on your clit and my fingers deep inside your pussy. What else could you want?" he teased, picking up the speed as he fucked you with his fingers.

You couldn't form any proper sentences anymore. Incoherent noises left your mouth as your body started shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Damn baby you're shaking. Are you close already? I've barely even done anything," he mused, inserting a third finger and fucking you even faster.

"God I'm so fucking close please let me cum! Please please please I need to cum please Christian please!" you all but screamed.

"Shh, it's okay. You can cum baby. Let it go for me," he said softly.

Your vision went blank as you came, your hands grasping at Christian's curls to anchor you to reality. Your legs shook violently as Christian continued coaxing your climax out of you, only slowing down as your body started spasming with overstimulation.

"Christian I need more," you whined, gasping for air.

"I know baby, I know. I'll take good care of you," he said. "I'm right here okay?"

Christian kissed your lips gently, making your heart flutter. He softly caressed your face admiring how you glowed under the moonlight. You melted under his gaze holding him close to you.

"You okay?" he asked.

You nodded, giving him the go ahead. He moved back just enough to remove his bottoms before taking his place between your legs again. He placed both of his hands gently on your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours. He looked deep into your eyes as his thrusted his hips into yours. You gasped into his mouth as he picked up the speed, grinding slow but deep.

"I love you Christian," you moaned breathlessly.

"I love you Y/N," he responded. "I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving my worth to you."

The room was quiet except for the skin slapping against each other and the soft gasps you let out. You grabbed Christian's neck, bringing him as close as you possibly could. You needed him in every sense of the word, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on yours. He was yours and you were his. Your bodies intertwined in the same way your souls had all those years ago and that was all you really needed.

"Chris I need-" you were cut off with a particularly deep thrust making you moan, tugging at the curls on the nape of Christian's neck.

"I'm close too baby. Cum with me. Become one with me Y/N."

You had one of the strongest orgasms you'd ever had in your life. Your chest pressed into his as his cum filled you up, clenching your pussy around him. You held each other tightly, afraid to lose one another as space came between you.

The both of you laid there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of being so intimate. You gasped into each others mouths as your heartrates began to slow down ever so slightly.

"God you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Christian said in awe of you.

You flushed beneath him becoming shy.

"Babe you just came all over my dick. You really shouldn't be that shy," he said cheekily. You scoffed and hit his chest slightly.

"You're actually ridiculous," you said lovingly, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss.

He pecked you once more before pulling out of you. He got up, grabbing a towel and gently cleaning your body. He left kisses as he went, worshipping your body. Once he was done, he laid on his back bringing your head onto his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you tucked yourself beneath his arm.

"Are we okay Christian?" you asked meekly.

"Yeah baby. We're okay. We're gonna be okay."

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[julianalvarez9]

JUPITER'S DIARY / CHRISTIAN PULISIC

SUMMARY: You're a YouTuber, vlogging your little getaway to the States to visit Christian's family, when you decide to reveal the news on your last day in Florida.

inspired by this 🥺

MENTIONS OF... pregnancy ¡! allusions of smut, allusions of trouble with conception ? (if i missed something, please lmk!)

WC: 952 words

AUTHOR'S NOTE: just some tooth rotting fluff to get through this sunday kjasajk lmk what you though about it!!! feedback is always appreciated. also, lmk if ya'll want the socmed au version of thissss

"This is why you brought me here?".

Christian's seated at the couch, right in front of the massive window you spent all the trip admiring. Not only the view it brings is breathtaking, a clear lookout of the little town your fiancée has taken you to, but the light that enters the room works great for the camera set-up you're trying to sort out.

"C'mon, you know it's gonna be fun," you cheer, taking a seat by his side before briefly explaining what the video's gonna be about. It's simple, really, just a few questions asked by your followers about the trip, if you've enjoyed it; the normal stuff. Except, it's not just that, and you're gonna use this as an excuse to film Christian while you tell him the good news you two have been dying to hear for what feels like the longest time.

"So, today's our last day here," you said to the camera, clapping your palms, and turning to face your boyfriend. He's already looking at you, little stars shining bright in his eyes, and you have to stop yourself from spilling the news too soon.

You've already thought this through, and if you can pull it off, you're absolutely gonna love having this memory stored in your SD card forever. "What would you say was your favorite part of the trip?" you ask him, taking his hand in yours in a reassuring manner.

He's not uncomfortable, by any means, but this -being in front of a camera-, isn't quite his natural habitat like it is yours. Your touch visibly soothes him though, displaying the smile you adore so much. But maybe he's too relaxed now, recognising the spark of mischief he has going in his soft, brown eyes.

After knowing him for such a long time, not only as lovers but as friends before then, you can accurately predict everything he's going to say or do, so you wrap a hand to stop him from speaking his dirty thoughts out loud. "Not that!".

The glint in his eyes tells you he's thinking about your -more than unholy- session the first night you spent in his place, although he denies it profusely, palms facing the air, feigning innocence, "that's not what I was gonna say!".

Truth is, you two have been trying to conceive your first baby for a few months now, but it has been difficult with everything going on recently: between your move from London to Milan after Christian changed clubs, to how busy your schedule got after you launched your clothes' store, finding time hasn't been the easiest task.

"The barbecue with my family yesterday," is Christian's final answer, after a few seconds of thinking, "Or, maybe, going to see Messi play". That would've been, certainly, the highlight for you, too, so agreeing with him comes naturally. "Yeah, that was a good one!".

Although your hands are shaking, you hope your voice isn't. "Do you want to know what my favourite part of the trip was?" you ask, and he's quick to nod, wanting to know what was your favorite part about visiting his hometown. "Yeah, baby, tell me".

"Well, my favorite part of the trip was finding out that I'm pregnant".

It feels like Christian's eyes would jump out of their place if it was possible. He doesn't say anything, but his hold over your hand tightens, and you know he needs reassurance.

You had thought you were pregnant so many times before, only to be welcomed by a negative sign and a lingering disappointment as the months went by. "I found out a few days ago," you start to explain, "I was feeling a bit under the weather lately, and then I realized that my period never came, so…".

You take the pregnancy tests that were hiding under a random cushion by your side, and give them to him, while you continue explaining.

"I thought it was due to stress, and the moving, and everything, but I took one anyways," you point out the stick with the faintest second line out of all of them. The tears were overflowing his waterline now, but still, he remained calm, listening to everything you were telling him.

"I've been taking one every day. This is today," you point out the stick with today's date marked in the end. The second line in this one is much stronger than the one present in the tests you've taken for the last few days.

"We're gonna be parents?" is the first thing Christian asks, voice choked up and a single trail of tears paint his cheek. It was obvious that, after so many disappointments before, he would need confirmation that this was it; that was real. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna be a dad".

The way Christian brings you against his body makes you squeak , and soon enough he's leaving kisses all over your face. You don't know who's the one crying, and you don't really care; only able to feel the salty tears amongst the incommensurable amount of love you feel in your heart. "You just made me the happiest man on Earth," he whispers in your ear, and you're too choked up by the tears to tell him that he's not the only one feeling like that.

It's been rough for the past year: not only for him, both in his career but mentally, but for you too; seeing the man you love the most hurting, undoubtedly hurt you too. But now, with a new chapter opening up for you two at Milan, you feel like things are finally starting to look up for both of you.

Or for the three of you, in a couple of months.

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the mixup - mason mount

summary: a small error exposes Y/N and Mason's secret to the one person they were hoping to hide from

pairing: Mason Mount x Pulisic!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings/tags: fluff, secret relationship, that's it I guess???

requested: yes!! here

notes: Back with another request! I hope I did this one justice! Also for the sake of this fic, please just pretend with me that we won the last match of the season and that the season itself wasn't just a total disaster

The warm morning sunshine illuminated the room in a soft orange glow as it broke through the space between the curtains. You had woken up before Mason, giving you time to admire his sleeping form before he, too, was awake.

With one of his arms still draped over your waist, you lay facing him and traced his soft features with the tip of your finger. His eyebrows that furrowed slightly when you first touched his face. The bridge of his nose that always seemed to be slightly red. His soft, plump lips that were slightly parted as he breathed. The scattering of facial hair that was growing across his jaw. You rested your hand carefully on his cheek, stroking your thumb over his warm skin.

Mason’s eyes began to flutter open, and you leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the very tip of his nose, wanting to bring some peace to the start of his morning. He blinked his eyes open, squinting against the light in the room and a small smile curved the edges of his mouth as he took the sight of you in.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he mumbled, eyes slipping closed again as you felt his arm wrap more tightly around your body, pulling you so that your chest was flush against his. He tucked his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, kissing your skin softly.

“Good morning,” you giggled in return. His hand slipped under the large t-shirt that you had slept in, fingers tracing slow patterns over the bare skin of your back.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, drinking in the comfort of being in one another’s presence in such a peaceful moment. His face was still tucked into your neck as you scratched the top of his head slowly. You would have assumed he fell back asleep if it weren’t for the gentle pecks he placed along your shoulder every few seconds.

“Just want to stay like this forever,” Mason mumbled into your skin, sensing that it was almost time for his alarm to go off, signaling that it was time for him to get out of bed.

“Me, too, Mase,” you whispered.

Mason pulled his head back so he could look at you properly. “I take it by the fact that he hasn’t punched me that you still haven’t talked to Christian yet?”

Your heart sank slightly at the mention of your older brother. You knew it was only a matter of time before Mason questioned you about this again.

“I’m sorry, Mase.” Your fallen expression gave Mason his answer, and he felt guilty for ruining the peaceful atmosphere of the morning. “I’m going to. I really am. I just haven’t been able to find the right time. I want to make sure he knows I’m really serious about this and I don’t want to just do it in the middle of-“

Mason cut you off with a gentle kiss pressed to your lips that lingered for a moment before he dropped his head back on the pillow, staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, okay? I know this conversation is really important to you and I understand wanting to take your time with it.” You smiled in relief at his words. “I just know this is weighing on you, and I don’t want you to suffer for longer than you need to.”

“I’m just a little nervous about it, is all,” you mumbled, tracing patterns and shapes over his collarbones and bare chest with your finger so that you could focus on something other than his eyes, which seemed to pierce through you and read your innermost thoughts. “I don’t really think he’ll be upset, but… I don’t want to mess up your relationship with him, or mine for that matter.”

“It’ll all work out, love,” Mason reassured you. He took the hand that was tracing his chest in his own, sensing that you were using it to put a defensive barrier between the two of you, and raised it to his lips, placing a kiss to your palm. “It may take him some time to come around to the idea once you speak with him, but I know Christian: he’s a level-headed guy, and he’s not going to be rash about it.”

You nodded, knowing he was right.

“And the offer to go with you to talk to him still stands,” he added with a quick peck to your nose.

You smiled at his caring words, but this felt like something you needed to do on your own.

You and Christian were close—always had been, too. Being only a year and a half younger than he was, you had a tight bond throughout your childhood. When he had left for Germany as a teen to pursue his passion for soccer, it had crushed you. After his move to Chelsea, you enrolled in a study abroad program through your university that allowed you to live in London for your final year of school. Once you had graduated, with almost nothing tying you to the States, you made the move permanent. Christian was one of your closest friends—your rock, your confidant.

So when you and Mason realized that you had taken a liking to each other, you wanted to be sure that it was serious before involving Christian. Mason had respected your wishes, agreeing to keep the whole ordeal completely private until you were ready to talk to your brother.

But now, you had psyched yourself out about the conversation for so long that it felt like an impossible task. You knew you needed to do it soon before he found out some other way, but it never felt like the moment was right.

Mason’s phone alarm rang out through the room, pulling you out of your swirling thoughts. You watched as he silenced the alarm, rolling back over with a slight pout on his lips as he pulled you close one last time.

“What if we just never moved from here?” he asked, burying his face in your shoulder.

You giggled and pushed him away slightly, the short hairs of his bear tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. “You need to get up. They need you today.”

“Yeah, yeah. Life is tough being the starboy of Chelsea and all,” he rolled his eyes playfully. His face broke out into a mischievous grin, squinty eyes and crinkled nose and all, when you smacked his arm.

“Oh, shut up, you.” You pushed him toward the edge of the bed, and he reluctantly swung his legs over the side, standing so that he could go prepare for the day.

Today was the final match of the season and, seeing as it was at Stamford Bridge, Christian had already asked you to be there. You, of course, agreed since you did your best to make it to as many home games as you could. But ever since your relationship with Mason had begun, it was an added struggle not to run up to him to congratulate him after a match, trying your best to keep up appearances in front of your brother, the team, and the rest of the crowd in the stadium.

You watched Mason move around the bedroom, going through his matchday routine of getting ready, and it wasn’t long before he was ready to walk out the door. He approached your side of the bed, leaning down to kiss you gently before whispering a quick goodbye and leaving. He had to be at the stadium early to warm up (and the two of you couldn’t arrive together anyway) so you’d be following after him in a couple of hours to make it there just before kickoff.

Already feeling sleepy as soon as Mason walked out the door, you rolled over onto Mason’s side of the bed, finding comfort in the warmth he had left behind and the faint traces of his scent on his pillow. You slipped back into a peaceful sleep, enjoying the extra time you had to rest.

When you awoke, it wasn’t to the sound of an alarm, which immediately raised a red flag in your mind. You grabbed your phone from where it was charging on your bedside table, instantly realizing you hadn’t set your own alarms the night before and now had barely enough time to get ready and make it to the stadium before the match began.

You sprung out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to brush your teeth and make yourself look presentable. You rushed over to your dresser, slipping on a pair of jeans and shuffling through the folded t-shirts in your drawer to find your Chelsea jersey, but to no avail. You moved quickly to the closet, thinking maybe you had hung it up. Sorting through your hanging clothes, you still didn’t see it.

Of course, on the morning I wake up late, I can’t find this stupid jersey.

You ran your fingers through your hair in exasperation, other hand resting on your hip as you turned, slowly scanning the room. Finally, crumpled on the floor in the corner of the closet, you saw it—the royal blue jersey.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly grabbed the jersey, slipping it over your head before putting on your shoes, picking up your jacket, and rushing out the front door.

After the whistle blew, signaling the end of the 90 minutes, Chelsea had come out on top. After the players had made their way around the pitch, clapping to the fans in appreciation, the players’ families made their way onto the field to take part in the celebrations. Cameras were everywhere, capturing the smiling faces of the boys and their loved ones. Awards were being handed to prominent players of the season. Hugs were being exchanged. Morale was high.

You maneuvered your way through the crowd of people, greeting a couple of the boys that you were better acquainted with and offering your congratulations as you passed.

As you searched through the mass of faces, some familiar, some unfamiliar, you spotted Mason talking with this family. He was leaning down pressing his face in close to his niece, who was sitting comfortably in her mother’s arms. The sight of Mason pressing his nose lovingly into the little girl’s cheek warmed your heart.

As he straightened up, he spotted you, catching your eye briefly before you tore yourself away from his gaze in the hope of not drawing any suspicion. You fought the smile that threatened to curve the corner of your lips upward, dropping your head to look at the ground as you tried to compose yourself.

Mason’s hands were tucked politely behind his back as he continued talking to his mother and sister. As you passed behind him, you very quickly grabbed his fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze to communicate all of the things you wanted to say to him in that moment but couldn’t. Without looking back, you continued walking across the pitch in search of your brother. You desperately hoped that no one had seen your subtle gesture, but your need to have some sort of contact with Mason seemed to make the risk worth it.

As you walked, the hot sun bearing down on you through the open roof of the stadium, you grew too warm for your liking. You shrugged the jacket from your shoulders, draping it over your arm as you continued walking.

Finally, you spotted Christian, conversing with a couple of his teammates not far from where you were standing. You sped up, jogging the rest of the way to his side. As he saw you approaching, he opened his arms, taking a couple of steps toward you as you nearly tackled him in a hug. You threw your arms around his neck and his were wrapped around your middle, hugging you tightly.

“You were amazing out there!” you exclaimed, squeezing your arms just a little bit tighter before releasing him and taking a step back from him. “I’m so proud of you, Christian.”

You beamed at him, and he shot back a quiet smile, dropping his eyes to the ground as he muttered a shy, “thank you,” in reply.

“I know Mom and Dad would be too if they could’ve been here,” you smile turned slightly sad as you both thought of your parents who you had missed dearly. The two of you were travelling back to the states in the coming weeks and would hopefully get to visit with them before too long.

Before Christian could reply, Reece’s cheerful voice rang out from behind you. “Oooh, how does Christian feel about you wearing someone else’s jersey?”

You furrowed your brow, turning your head so you could look at him as he slung his arm over your shoulder. “What are you talking about?” you asked him, and Christian shared your look of confusion.

“Last I checked, Christian’s number is ’10,’ not ‘19’.” Reece spared a quick glance at your back again to confirm what he had seen previously.

The realization passed over you like ice water that had been poured over your head, a chill running through your body despite the warmth of the sunshine.

Christian took a step forward, turning you firmly by your shoulders to look at the back of the jersey that you were wearing, and you knew there was nothing you could do to stop him now.

“Y/N, are you two…” Christian trailed off as you felt his hands drop from your shoulders.

Still facing away from Christian, you met Reece’s gaze, a slight grimace of apology on his face as he pieced things together.

Well, you had hoped to ease Christian into it, but now you were just going to have to rip the metaphorical band-aid off.

You spun around, grabbing Christian by the wrist and pulling him the direction of the tunnel, hoping to find a slightly more private area to have this conversation.

As you pushed through the crowd of people, you brushed past Mason without sparing him so much of a glance. He turned as he felt you pass behind him. A gentle smile spread over his face, seeing his number 19 with ‘MOUNT’ curved across your shoulders, his heart swelling with pride.

But then the realization washed over him too, and his face dropped as he saw you dragging Christian along behind you. Surely, he had seen the jersey and the two of you were busted.

You finally let go of Christian’s arm after you had taken several steps into the seclusion of the tunnel. Slowly, you turned to him, your eyes glued to your feet as you crossed your arms in front of you as a sort of defense mechanism.

A moment of silence passed, and you spared a glance up at Christian. He was watching you expectantly, never one to be uncomfortable with silence. He gestured for you to speak first.

“Chris, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you myself, but it never seemed to be the right time.” you started, looking immediately back to your feet as his piercing gaze made you uncomfortable. “I must have accidentally grabbed the wrong jersey this morning.”

You thought back to your frantic search only a few hours earlier, realizing it must have been an old jersey that Mason had changed out of the night before, tossing it carelessly on the closet floor. You couldn’t blame him for the predicament you were in however; there was no way he could have known this would be the result.

The lack of response from Christian began to make you nervous, and you began to shift back and forth on your feet.

“How long?”

You looked up to Christian’s face, and there was no sign of the anger you had nervously expected.

“W-What?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

The question caught you off-guard. “Um… the last four months or so. Officially for the last three.”

Christian only nodded in response.

“You’re not mad?”

He just shook his head with a small smile. “No, I just wish you had talked to me about it before I had to see his number on your back instead of mine.”

“I know. I really was planning to, but we’ve both been so busy recently, and it didn’t feel like something I should just mention in passing conversation.” You returned his smile, already feeling slightly more at ease at his calm reaction to the news. “I wanted to be sure this was really serious before we told anyone—especially you, since I knew it might be weird for you.

Christian shook his head at you again. “No, I don’t think it’ll be weird. Mason is a good guy, and if you were gonna date any of my teammates, I would want it to be him.” Your eyes stung slightly with misty tears at Christian’s praise of your boyfriend. It meant the world to you that the two of you had Christian’s blessing.

“Plus, I had pretty much already figured it out,” he stated matter-of-factly with a small shrug.

Your mouth fell open at his words. “Are you serious?”

“I mean, I knew something was going on, but I didn’t know how serious you were.” He laughed at your reaction.

“How did you know?”

“You guys were always busy at the same time when I wanted to hang out, and you’d always give super vague excuses.” You rubbed your hand over your face in embarrassment. “And Mason has always looked at you with this sort of… admiration that he never had toward anyone else. Once you started looking at him the same way I knew something was up.”

You gave Christian a sheepish smile. “I really am sorry you found out this way.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy for you, Y/N.” You stepped toward him, and he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You felt the weight of the secret you had been keeping for the last couple of months lift off your shoulders. You hated keeping anything from Christian, as you had always told each other everything growing up, but you had felt it was for the best.

Christian finally pulled away from the hug, smiling down at you.

Just as the two of you were about to turn to walk back out to the pitch, Mason entered the tunnel, jogging up to you both.

“Christian, it was completely my idea to keep it a secret. Please don’t be mad at her,” he panted, slightly out of breath, eyes wide as he glanced back and forth between the two of you.

You placed your hand on Mason’s bicep in a reassuring touch, his eyes finally settling on you. “It’s okay. I explained everything to him and… we’re good.” Christian nodded to confirm what you had said.

“Oh, good,” Mason said quietly, and he let out a soft breath—almost a sigh of relief. “Good, good,” he repeated, still trying to rid himself of the nerves.

Christian extended his hand to Mason as a sort of peace offering. “You take care of her, okay?”

Mason nodded, clasping Christian’s hand and pulling him into a hug, patting one another on the back with their free hands.

“And if you ever pull any funny business, I will not hesitate to lay you out,” Christian added as they stepped back from the hug, releasing each other’s hands. “But you already know that.”

Mason gave a short, uneasy laugh at Christian’s not-so-subtle threat, but knew he truly had nothing to worry about. Not because he didn’t trust that Christian would protect you until his dying breath, but because, as he gazed over at you, Mason knew that he would, too. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you—he was head-over-heels, and he already knew that.

The three of you walked down the tunnel, back toward the pitch to rejoin the crowd of players and loved ones. As you approached the opening, you extended a hand toward Mason, inviting him to interlock his fingers with yours.

Now that Christian knew, you figured it was time that everyone else did, too.

Mason took your arm in his hand instead, pulling your body into him as he wrapped his arm around your middle. He kissed your temple softly, leaning down to mumble into your ear.

“I’d love to get a picture with you, if that’s okay. Wearing my jersey and all.” He allowed his heart to swell with pride again at the sight of you with his name across your back now that the former crisis had been resolved.

You gazed up at him and saw him beaming with contentment. “Of course, Mase,” you spoke softly, returning his smile. “But first, I need to go find Reece and tell him what a twat he is.”

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