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notsoattractivearenti · 1 year ago

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Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 800+

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff

A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.

“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”

“What video?” He replies.

I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.

“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”

“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.

He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.

“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.

“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”

“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”

“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.

“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.

I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”

“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”

“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”

“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”

“I know you will.” I wink at him.

His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.

“Y/N…”

“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.

“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”

With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”

The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.

“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.

“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”

“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”

Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!

“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”

“Why are you so sure I want it?”

“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”

“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”

“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.

“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”

“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.

“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.

“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”

“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”

“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”

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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago

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supporting you / christian pulisic

request: An insta au or imagine where Chris dates a girl who supports another prem club? 🥺 I feel like he’d so be the type who doesn’t care bc she’s been supporting them since she was a kid before she met him and she’s so supportive of Chris as a player and gets along with the team anyway

author's note: had this in my drafts for too long (january!!!! feels like last year jajajajja) but finally, here it is 💌 hope you like it, and sorry for the long wait 🥹

pairing: christian pulisic x arsenal!reader

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thatsdemko · 2 years ago

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a blue London - m.mount & c.pulisic

threes company

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pairings: mason mount x fem!reader & Christian pulisic x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship + not intended for minors + mentions of joão

a/n: THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN PRIOR TO THE BOYS TRANSFERS!!! missing these two in Chelsea blue dearly ☹️

he’s had enough of you. your dancing, singing, and tongue shoved down his teammates throats. it was his fault for saying you were nothing but friends, because now he’s regretting that.

now he’s watching you and joão make out in a corner booth of the club. his hands pressed against your ass, your hands in his thick brown hair— he hates all of this. he could vomit at the sight of it.

he knows your motives. he knows you’re doing this to get back at him for his comment, because you were so much more than friends. and right now, you wanted a little more than just friends with joão— hell or even the cute guy in the corner with a buzz cut, bright pearly smile that’s been blinding your vision for hours.

“can you give me a moment?” you pull away from him, body collapsing beside him on the cushion of the booth. all he can do was nod, you took the literal wind out of him, and it wasn’t just with your confidence, but everything you were doing to him was new. he knew why Christian wanted you all to himself.

your eyes caught his smile again, they were so bright and inviting. you wanted to curl up into that body, wanted him to press those pink lips against your skin.

“just go talk to him, looking at him won’t do anything.” joão runs his fingers through his messed up thick hair. as much as your eyes can’t pull away from joão and his beauty, you find yourself being lured into the man across the room, bodies intertwining almost instantly.

you’re not sure how it happened, or what even happened, because all of a sudden you’re in his arms, the next you’re in his car, and finally in his bed.

the lights are out, the rooms dark, but everything about him lights up the dark place. he worships your body like nobody before and shows you what soft, slow, intimate sex is like. the kind you and Christian never had. the kind with a climax and a story, the one that has you begging for more.

he doesn’t overstimulate you, time is just a number on the clock to him. your body and clit are all he cares about.

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“did you have fun fucking mason?” Christian scoffs watching your limp body walk through the door. your legs are like jello, having a mind of their own. you feel sore in all the places you’ve never felt, but your mind is still on a rollercoaster from last night.

“he fucked me better than you ever did.” your laugh is dry, not a hint of sarcasm in it. you’re being real and genuine, which he hates. he wants to show you that he can be just as good, maybe even better.

“and joão? his tongue better than mine?”

“face it, pulisic, everyone is better than you.” you smirk trying to pass by him, but his hand on your arm stops you and is pulling you closer to him, “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had and those guys know nothing about your body.”

he saw the way joão grabbed your ass, he knew you hated the hand placement. he’s sure you probably hated that Mason took his time, or that he just didn’t have stamina, but none of that bothered you.

“show me you’re better, then we can talk.”

and he does show you, but in a way neither of them could’ve. in a way that scratches your brain and has your pussy throbbing for more.

maybe it wasn’t all that much better, but when competition is involved? everybody wants to win.

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loviingpedri · 2 years ago

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eras tour - christian pulisic

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, some suggestive things(?)

credits to owners for the images.

this will be written from philadelphia night 2. i recommend listening to the setlist while reading, enjoy!!!

christian pulisic knew you were a major swiftie. it was only right that you were dating a taylor-coded man.

“christian, are you ready to see your pennsylvania twin?” you jumped in excitement. you anticipated this day. you wore your lover corset with the classic flowy white pants. whilst, christian matched with you. his lover themed pastel jacket over a white shirt which were complimented with white pants.

“yes ma’am. i’ve been preparing this entire day.” it was true. christian was dedicated to learn the entire setlist just to sing along with you. he even prepared for the surprised songs. of course, his favorite album was fearless because of the country songs. his second one would be her debut, Taylor Swift, but he was disappointed since it wasn’t in the setlist.

arriving to the stadium, mostly swifties’ boyfriends asked him for an autograph and pictures. trading bracelets was probably the most memorable thing to him. he was shocked on how positive swifties are.

lover

your favorite album was lover. which made sense to take your boyfriend since the introduction was lover. each song from the album seemed to symbolize your relationship. the lyrics to miss americana & the heartbreak prince was sang with full passion.

“you know, some people call her miss americana and you’re captain america.” christian was always shocked every time you tell him what his fans say online. he put emphasize on the lyric “it’s you and me” into your ear.

christian had learned the lyrics to cruel summer even before listening to the setlist. he listened to it so much. you played it in the car, while you were cooking, sometimes he would hear it in his sleep. he especially knew the bridge since you constantly yelled it.

he was amazed at your confidence during “the man”. he was dancing while you sang the song. the hand gestures while the eye contact spread love throughout your body. the vibes during “you need to calm down” were unmatched. it was mostly you “calming down”for the next 2 hours of screaming.

during lover, christian looked at you with nothing but love. if they had enough space, he would’ve pulled you into slow dancing. each time you made eye contact, it was almost like hearts in each of your eyes sparkled. christian put his arm around your shoulder while rocking side to side as you sang the lyrics. “you’re my lover.” he said to you before kissing your forehead.

the archer was one of your all-time favorite songs in the album. you screamed the lyrics while christian praised you. he held your hand as you were pointing to taylor and singing with her.

videos went out of you and christian dancing. both of you didn’t have a care in the world. it felt that your relationship was in the lover era.

fearless

christian was hyped up after mostly relaxing during the last 3 songs. the inner cowboy in him suddenly came out. christian seemed to be singing louder than you during fearless. the iconic heart hands were held up. you wanted to the do the fearless spin with her, but there was no space. christian seemed so excited, you thought he was gonna fall through the floor based on how much he was jumping. “you belong with me” was the “couple” moment between you two. holding hands while screaming the chorus was a sign to the universe that you were soulmates. actually, his smile did light up the whole stadium. it didn’t matter if the singing was horrible, it only mattered that your boyfriend was happy to be with you at the concert. during karaoke, he would sing along with you even if it wasn’t a duet.

love story was bound to make you cry. luckily, you couldn’t relate to the song since your parents adored him. singing the lyrics made you realize that there’s nothing to stop your relationship. your love story was perfect. you pointed to him while singing “you were romeo”. christian had realized the amount of proposals around you. did he have an engagement ring ready? yes. did he plan on proposing today? no, but he wished he did. it would’ve been a perfect moment. he regretted not proposing during love story, but there were other chances.

evermore

you manifested ‘tis the damn season energy away from your relationship. evermore was definitely the most peaceful album. it was the most prettiest stage with the trees. willow made you dance the most softest way ever. screaming the lyrics.

“that’s my man.” pointing right at christian then hugging him. he listened to you sing knowing you dedicated the lyrics towards him. he was rocking you while listening to your voice. majorie and champagne problems were mostly heartbreaking songs. all christian could think about was if you were concentrating on the lyrics. the bridge of champagne problems really messed with your head.

“she would’ve made such a lovely bride. what a shame she was fucked in the head.” emotions was filled. if anything, you considered asking christian to break up with you 24 hours before to make the concert even more emotional. but the song was the biggest “what if?”.

tolerate it was a song that made you think of what christian was thinking. evermore was the emotional wreck album. what if you were too attached to him? he gave you a smile in reassurance as you gave him a sad look. he knew what was going through your mind.

reputation

BEST HYPE ALBUM EVER. if you weren’t in your lover era, then this would be top 10 in no question. ready for it was the go to bad bitch song. constant head bopping and jumping. you were practically screaming the lyrics to christian’s face. all he could do was praise you for the excitement releasing out of your body. fortunately, ready for it was the beginning. the rest of the energy was saved for the rest of reputation.

delicate was the song to describe christian’s current situation. after the rumors of transfers, the amount of deals, just the complicated mess of things. you stood by his side no matter what. no matter how frustrated he was, no matter the complicated situation, no matter the indecisive thoughts, you were always there to help ease his mind.

“my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me.” the constant hate for betraying chelsea was unmatched. it was a bold move to attend the concert after the shitty season and for even trying to transfer. you knew christian loved the song, but damn, you’ve never seen your boyfriend sing a song with so much passion.

fuck his passion, don’t blame me was playing. the hip swinging and the hair flipping was constantly happening. you sang so loud that you could only hear yourself at one point.

“don’t blame me, love made me crazy.” you put your hands on christian’s shoulders and shook him. you just proved that your drug was in fact him. he loved the song as much as you did, but apparently he did not get the memo for the bridge. he tried to sing it with her, but you quickly shut him up.

“SHUT UP SHE’S ABOUT TO TAKE US TO CHURCH.” a moment of silence for the queen singing her iconic high note. the whole stadium roared right after. your whole night was made after the high note. let’s talk about the transition from don’t blame me to look what you made me do was crazy. it was smart, iconic, and every positive word in the dictionary. you danced along with taylor as she sang. meanwhile, christian just stood beside you singing with his arms crossed. he obviously wasn’t feeling the vibe you were going for. if anything, you danced just as dramatically as her. the night was beautiful. if it wasn’t for your boyfriend, you would’ve been in your reputation era even if there was no enemies to sing to.

speak now

enchanted was your shit. speak now in general was one of the best. was it sad that it was only one song? of course. was it worth it? fuck yes.

“i was enchanted to you. this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go.” now you and christian were facing each other while holding hands. you sang the lyrics so loud, he faked getting teary eyed. taylor’s bridges were like a match made in heaven. you knew every one by heart. this one was by far the most passion you expressed in the whole concert. enchanted was basically the story of how you met him. except, the story is still continuing today.

(guys i swear this would be longer if it wasn’t one song.)

red

22 was amazing. it was definitely the happiest song, which reminded you of the happiest time. you first met christian on your 22 birthday. 22 was the favorite number, favorite song, and favorite age. it reminded you of peaceful times. it brings back your clubbing days sometimes.

“keep dancing like we’re 22” the eras concert did in fact keep you dancing like you were 22. christian was only 24, but he could not keep dancing like that prime time or he would have aching bones in the morning.

now, IF the breakup would end up messy, we are never getting back together would be blasting into christian’s ears nonstop. christian constantly looked at you in shock as you sang with so much passion. at one point, he was so confused that he questioned if the relationship was over.

listen, it wasn’t the best story to tell your parents that you met your future husband at a club. but, it matched “i knew you were trouble” . it wasn’t the most romantic “first met” story, he definitely caused trouble to get your attention. the lyrics didn’t match his personality, thank god. yet, he would’ve been humbled by the way you screamed like you were in agony for the song.

all too well was the best 10 minutes of your life. previously, you made a whole document interpreting the whole song because christian asked. he knew the whole song since he was team fuck jake gyllenhaal. he promised not to mess you over if you didn’t write a whole 10 minute song about him.

“dancing around in the kitchen” favorite lyric because it was your favorite bonding time with christian. although the song was very heartbreaking, you smiled to yourself thinking about all of the memories with your lovely boyfriend. you remembered it all too well. before christian, you freshly got out of a toxic relationship. this song touched your heart because it was the biggest "fuck you" to the past. christian mumbled the lyrics knowing how you felt about the song. he knew the sad memories that ran through your head. his arm over you, you hugging his torso. now you could only remember his comfort all too well.

folklore

you were giddy at “the 1”. you matched your little jumps to the beat. christian was the one even if the song talked about heartbreak. you didn’t have a dream, he was doing his cool shit with you. you were the one for him, and he was the one for you. you didn’t have to wish for anything, he was the something and you wouldn’t change anything about him.

betty was also meaningful to you. betty reminded you of your ex trying to win you back with his shitty paragraph after he had been caught making out with a girl at a party. luckily, christian was always there to help you. you happily moved on in your life, also answering to his paragraph with a picture of you and christian making out. “plus i saw you dance with him.” yep, the next day you saw your ex at the club. you mostly dedicated your time to dancing with your soulmate. he was so desperate that he came to your house trying to win you over with flowers. he was yelling outside your door about how you were the only one for him. he constantly said that he missed you, but too bad you didn’t feel the same about him. he finally shut up and left when christian opened the door with only a towel covering his waist down, clearly annoyed.

you couldn’t lie, taylor was the best story-teller. “the last great american dynasty” was a song which you couldn’t think much, but only sing. you and christian waved your arms side to side as you swayed your hips to the rhythm.

august was the shit. YOUR shit. it brings back the memory of you and christian in your living room spinning round and round to the song. especially after getting involved into watching the summer i turned pretty. who knew a celebrity could be so interested in a show about a teenage love triangle. after binge watching the show, the song definitely hit harder. the bridge was the most intense singing. if the space wasn’t tiny, then you would fall on your knees pretending to have a mic. fortunately, thats a performance only christian would get at home. hand in hand, you and christian were yelling the lyrics to each other’s faces.

illicit affairs leaves a memory of denial. you honestly thought christian was a one night stand. no, you didn't cheat. did you hide from your family and friends? yes you did. you didn't think christian would take you serious since he was famous. it was shocking when he asked you for a second date. hiding your phone when he texted you. how you denied smiling at your phone after his mildly funny joke. how at parties you hid in the bathroom just to talk to him. you knew you loved him when he asked to meet at a cafe in the middle of day, leaving your parents at home with a dumb excuse of "i need to go for a run". you knew, you would ruin yourself for him.

folklore was an emotional album. it literally summarized your last boyfriend. cheating, manipulative, and upsetting. you felt freedom without your ex in the life. christian's grip on your hand tighten. my tears ricochet was a song you were thankful for. you felt the need to move on. fuck those memories, and you were doing better than ever.

cardigan was a song you always played on road trips. christian knew what was coming. even if the song was about a love triangle, it would always bring you back into dancing with him on a snowy night in an empty road. sometimes, christian would listen to it on his own time after a lost. "cause when you are young, they assume you know nothing". it was a perfect summary for the last season at chelsea. after months of denial in his career, it was known ac milan was gonna be the best decision.

1989

style was a song to describe the up-beat relationship. after successfully sneaking out from friends and family, didn't even know where you were going, you knew he was gonna be your forever person. in that car ride, he would look at you with a little sparkle in his eyes, specifically looking at your red glossed lips. it felt like y'all would be driving for hours since he would be looking at you whenever he could. both of you never wanting the moment to end. as you played with his freshly new beach blonde hair, often complimenting it when he kept asking you if you liked it. then to innocently playing with the strings of his ripped jeans that were accompanied to his white shirt that was definitely randomly picked to go pick you up. making his bold move to touching your thigh on the car ride, which was not far from the hem of your skirt. even after multiple calls from your parents as you walked through the park. literally dancing to some random music on the empty streets. it felt like the roads were only made for you and him to walk back and forth together. you really did want him to take you home, and to stay with you forever.

blank space is basically your drunk thoughts. the first verse is your drunk thoughts in the club as you approached christian. it was a recap of your jealous nights as girls swarmed over your boyfriend. blank space was like a symbol to a fresh new relationship. it also described a messy phase between the two. almost ruining the whole relationship considering your delusional thoughts of christian only seeing you when it was good for him. what can i say, you and taylor were like twins. shake it off was in christian's top 3 favorite songs (first was our song of course) because after receiving nothing but backlash, he still managed to put up a smile through everything. then, it also resembled the hate comments you were told on social media since revealing your relationship. the pictures on instagram were the simplest "fuck off" as an answer. even the best people get criticism, so just shake off what other people think.

tmi, but wildest dreams was definitely the song for private moments with christian. how he would stare at you in an off-white dress at team parties. how he would wipe off your red lipstick after kissing you. or when he slowly touches your hand while he's in an important conversation. your relationship was definitely not a secret, but it was private. no one knew what you did. the only aspect that was different from wildest dreams was that everything in the relationship lasts forever. you were in his wildest dreams.

ugh the fire that was going to appear during bad blood excited you. bad blood is the ultimate bad bitch song. if better then revenge didn’t tell you that you were the villian, bad blood would definitely humble you. the song was previously saved to christian’s work out and pre-game playlist to get him worked out. nothing gets a man worked up like a good rivalry. both of you screaming the lyrics just seemed like a response to the people who decided to hate for no reason. the fire just made everything better. as you constantly jumped up and down while singing with the random person next to you.

surprise songs

ITS LIKE SHE KNEW CHRISTIAN WAS THERE. the first surprise song was forever & always from the fearless album. i swear, you thought you saw tears forming in his eyes when she didn’t even finish saying once upon a time. forever & always was one of his favorite songs. actually, he previously kept mentioning how happy the beat was for lyrics that was so sad. he even faked playing the guitar along with her as he continued to show his happiness. the way he jumped with his fake guitar reminded you of him doing the same thing in your living room as the tv blasted the song. later on, causing a noise complaint. after the song was finished, he grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently screaming “we are forever & always, but I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE JUST PERFORMED THAT SONG.”

the scream you let out as you recognized the chords to this love. as heartbreaking as the song was, the vocals were unmatched. this love was one of the most underrated songs of 1989 (me manifesting 1989 taylor’s version). you often sang the chorus while cooking, so christian knew all the important parts. you understood how he felt during forever & always. i think you shed a few tears right after. this love never left.

midnights

it was a bit upsetting to know the concert was about to end. lavender haze made you feel some type of way that you never felt before. watching the visuals and props on stage. focusing on her talented dancers. lavender haze was always a song playing from your phone while you’re walking because you didn’t care what people were thinking. especially what they said about your relationship. the song often describes the honeymoon phase, perfect song for the moment in time. the emotions were beginning to come out.

anti-hero was christian’s anthem for the season. he blamed himself for the losses on the games, but he owned up and is doing better now. even though anti-hero lyrics are a bit sad, it was a song for people to own up to their mistakes. christian didn’t need to have the song on repeat, he knew the lyrics from how much it played on the radio or how it was played everywhere when it was released. singing the chorus as loud as you could, he grabbed your hand and just threw them in the air. clapping at the beat with other swifties. more videos taken from fans of just christian’s horrible dancing to it.

midnight rain was your favorite song of the album. christian knew the song very well since you played it while cleaning.

“he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.” although the lyric isn’t as sad, it described the relationship. imagine the golden retriever and black cat duo, that was you two. his smile lit up places, how his humor managed to bring people to laugh. no, you weren’t depressing midnight rain, but rather supportive and private midnight rain. you were always gonna be his number one supporter even when your face isn’t showing it.

instantly, you screamed mother at vigilante shit. christian instantly closed his eyes as respect, but you reassured him that it was okay. actually, it was kinda funny. you thought you felt the floor shake since everyone was so excited for her performance. the confidence came back to you. the song gave you a feeling of putting men into their place. your boyfriend was just looking at you, only looking at the stage when the scenes calmed down. seems like christian was distracted in his thoughts since he was trying to explain to you how funny it was that vigilantes are known as heroes, but one of her other songs were anti-hero.

bejeweled was christian’s favorite. mostly because it reminded him of you. it reminded him of your teeth who were similar to pearls. or how your eyes sparkled like diamonds. or that your outfits were mostly glitter. it almost reminded him on how he would be having a bad day, but when he walks into the house and sees you, his mood instantly changes. you were even glowing when you cried, your tears shaped as sapphires. some people think that jewelry makes you happy, but christian thinks you’re his prettiest jewel.

mastermind is the living proof that you were soulmates with him. i mean, you did everything just to see him. you dropped everything for him. and so did he. he sacrificed anything for you. he cared for you. it wasn’t a coincidence that the universe put you two together. everything happened for a reason. the universe knew you would bring the best out of him, like he brought out the best out of you. even if you planned different ways just for you to see him. you were a mastermind of it all.

karma made you sad and happy at the same time. the end of a happy bonding moment with your boyfriend, but the song was too happy to be sad about. whipping your head side to side as the catchy chorus was sung. your hands also describing what you were singing. christian matched your energy perfectly as the concert was ending. you never felt more happy. i don’t think your wedding could even make you this happy.

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #christian pulisic #ac milan #pulisic #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #taylor swift #taylor swift eras

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hischierswhore · 2 years ago

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heyy!! could u write a fic based on the video and kai and sophia where the documentary follows christian and his girlfriend (maybe two or three years) around?

(if she is a lawyer or something, that would be very lovely!)

a day in the life

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: none

“Hey everyone. It’s Christian Pulisic here, and today I will be showing you guys what a normal day in my life looks like” Christian says as he holds the front door open for the cameraman to enter. You were still upstairs in your shared bedroom, finishing getting ready for class. You were currently in law school to become a lawyer.

“Usually I wake up, say goodmorning to my girlfriend and then prepare breakfast for the both of us. We usually alternate with our cooking schedule depending on whether or not she has class that day. On our days off, she usually cooks a larger & more thought out meal for us, while I usually whip something up quickly for the both of us to eat whenever we have early morning plans” He shrugged as he made his way to the kitchen.

You could hear movement in the kitchen, so you assumed Christian and your guests were there. Once you had finished zipping up your boots, you made your way downstairs. You entered the kitchen to see Christian rummaging through your refrigerator while the cameraman sat at the island, holding the camera still on the countertop.

“Hi” You whispered to Chris as you walked behind him, causing him to turn around and acknowledge your presence.

“Morning, sleeping beauty” He smiled as he leaned down and pulled you in for a quick kiss. Moments after, you turned around and acknowledged the camera.

“Hi everyone!” You smiled towards everyone in the room before turning around and grabbing two glasses to pour some juice into.

“Are you good with a bagel or did you want something else?” Christian asked you as he made his way around the kitchen.

“A bagel sounds perfect. Thank you Chris” You replied before sliding past him to grab the jug of juice from the fridge.

“So Chris, would you say it’s hard to manage your time evenly between football and your personal life?” The interviewer asked him as you sat down at the small dining table for two. You watched Chris put away the spread before bringing both places to you and seating himself across from you, all while the camera slowly panned to your seats.

“I would say it’s been difficult at times. I mean, Y/n is a law student so she’s constantly busy and I’m usually at a match or at training. We’ve been together for a little over 3 years now, so we’ve gotten the hang of things but there are times when we find ourselves a bit too busy and unable to spend time together” Chris spoke honestly before looking over at you, signaling if you wanted to add anything.

“That’s why we cherish and enjoy our days off so much. You’d think that living together would allow us to see each other more often, but 80% of the time that’s not the case. We’ve both got really busy schedules and we try to designate at least one day a week to just relax and enjoy each other's company” You added.

“Y/n, when and how did you & Christian meet?” The interviewer turned the conversation over to you.

“It was actually when he played for Dortmund. I was visiting some family and they invited me to attend a BVB match with them. I went and we had great seats, like right behind the bench. Mind you, I didn’t know any of the players or anything. After the match had ended, I was getting up from my seat when he came over to me and just started a conversation before asking for my number” You looked over at Christian to see him blushing like a madman.

“Did you guys start dating after that?”

“We talked for a bit, but we didn’t start dating until a year after we met” Chris added

“If you could go back and do it all again, would you?”

“Without a doubt” You smiled at Chris to see him smiling at you as well.

You both finished eating, kindly asking if the cameraman could stop recording for a few minutes while you ate, to which he respected and shut the camera off before walking into the other room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After you both finished eating, you went back upstairs to brush your teeth before grabbing your bag to leave for class. You jogged down the stairs, seeing Christian in the middle of answering a question the interviewer had asked him. You didn’t want to interrupt, so you waved at him and blew him an air kiss. Christian’s eyes focused on you when you got to the bottom of the stairs, noticing your movements before you turned to leave.

“Wait Y/n” He called for you as he made his way out of the kitchen and to the foyer, where you were standing, to say goodbye.

“Give me my goodbye kiss” He teased as you got on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. You felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he pulled you in for a hug. You copied his actions, instead wrapping your arms around his neck. You both stayed like this for a moment before pulling away. You reached for your bags but Christian beat you to them.

“No no no, this is my daily routine” He joked with you as he held the front door open for you. You both got lost in the moment, clearly forgetting that he was in the middle of an interview. He carried your bags to your car and shut the passenger seat while you situated your bags properly beside you.

You rolled the driver’s side window down to speak to him briefly before you left. He bent to the height of the car and rested his elbows on the spot where the windows would be. “Text me when you get there, alright?” He asked as you nodded.

“I will. Do you have training today?”

“Nah, I was booked for press today & tomorrow, but tomorrow’s plans got cancelled so I’ve got a free day”

“Maybe we can plan a picnic or something for tomorrow since you’re free now”

“Whatever you want, princess”

“Alright well I’ve gotta get going or else I’ll be late”

“Bye, Y/n. Have a good day, I love you”

“I love you too, Chris. See you later” You smiled as you put your car in reverse and drove off, waving at Christian before you drove out of the community.

Moments later, you received the notification through your Apple Carplay that Christian had sent you a text. You clicked for Siri to read it out loud since you were driving and could not look at your phone.

Siri: Christian said “As soon as you left, I turned around and realized the camera people were still here… LMFAO”

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masonmontz · 9 months ago

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hellooo everyone :) hope you like it

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

fluff (smut, but just talking) word count: 2k

“Mason, what the heck is Lewis doing here??” You asked when you saw his brother walking towards the two of you. You were at the airport waiting for the car that would take you to the villa. Mason organized your vacation and it would be a great summer in Greece, you've never been there and Mason promised he'd take you.

The plans are to spend ten days in Greece and another ten days in Italy, then return home to enjoy the last few days lazily in bed. You know that his family already went on vacation three days ago, but you realized that he never mentioned their destination.

“Well, he's on vacation, just like us.”

“Alright, maybe you forgot to mention that it's a family trip?” You asked him in an angry voice, and he gulped seeing that you don't like it. “Why didn't you tell me anything?”

“Y/N, please, don’t be like that.” He cupped your face, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “That's why I didn't say anything, you would never come if you knew.”

“It's because I don't want to disturb your family trip, I feel like an intruder.”

“Don’t say that, you are my girlfriend now and they can wait to meet you.” He gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead. “And now you’re part of the family too.”

“Hey guys, finally.” Lewis arrived excited and you immediately hugged him. You've known him for a few months now but have avoided meeting the rest of Mason's family. What if they don’t like you? You would rather die. Definitely. “Everyone is excited to meet you, Y/N.”

“Did you tell them I was coming?” You asked Mason, pretending to cry.

“My mom is excited to meet you and she wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't bring you.” He said as he takes your bags, then Lewis leads you to the car.

“The kids are excited to play with Uncle Masey.” You couldn't help but smile hearing that. Mason was totally in love with his nephew and nieces and you knew he missed them all because he talked about the kids to you all the time.

“I miss them all.”

You were nervous, your hands were sweating and shaking and your heart was racing. The way to the villa wasn't long and you talked a lot while you didn't get there, but as soon as the car stopped, you felt your stomach hurt with anxiety. You've met other boyfriends' families before, but it was the first time you wanted them to like you. With others, you didn't care if their mothers liked you, even if they all did in the end.

Mason got out of the car and helped you out, while Lewis took off your bags and set them aside. You heard the kids laughing and playing and you heard the sound of someone jumping into the pool.

“Hey, they will love you as much as I do, don't be nervous.” Mason said to you as Lewis went up the stairs to the house. He holds your hand and squeezes, leaving a kiss on your palm, pulling you in for a kiss afterwards. “Summer is already in love with you and she doesn't even know you.”

“I can't help it.” You said and hugged him, placing your head on his chest. “My hands are sweaty.”

“Come on, let's go in.” Mason told you and pulled you into the house. He couldn’t stop smiling as he heard everyone laughing and talking loudly, almost running to the pool area where everyone was. “C’mon, Y/N.”

Mason took advantage of the fact that he was wearing summer clothes and took off his shirt and sneakers, left his phone on a table and ran to the pool, jumping in. You could see them all cheering as they watched Uncle Mason run and jump in the pool with them, and you heard his mom and sister complaining as the water splashed everywhere.

You stood at the door after observing the house, which is beautiful and spacious. His mother and sisters were lying on the sun loungers soaking up the sun, and you could see his father, his brothers-in-law and his big brother chatting in the shade while they drank something. You smiled when you saw Summer and Poppy quickly swimming towards Mason, hugging him and talking to him, also begging their uncle to play with them. Harley was getting ready to jump in and yell for Mason to watch him, so he stopped and watched his nephew jump into the pool, trying to repeat what his uncle just did.

Debbie looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, so she quickly gets up and walks over to you with a smile.

“Oh, Y/N, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.” She said and you smiled at her caring voice. “I've waited so long for this, look, you're so beautiful.”

“Hello Debbie, nice to meet you.” You said and felt your cheeks turn red, but she pulled you into a tight hug and you felt relief throughout your body. “I'm sorry it took me so long to get to know you, it was my fault.”

“Don't worry darling, I'm happy to meet you. We have a lot to talk about, don't we? But let me introduce you to the others.”

Mason got out of the pool and stands by your side as Debbie introduces you to Jaz and Stacey, they both laughed with you and were friendly, so you wondered why you were scared to meet his family. After you greet everyone and talk a little, Jaz took you to the room so you can see the two sleeping babies, Mila and Honey, Mason's youngest nieces. They look adorable and you couldn’t help but smile, they look comfortable and you wish you had a lazy life like them.

Jaz told you to put on your bikini to enjoy the afternoon with them, so you went back to the living room to get your suitcase and she took you to your and Mason's room. You gasped at the view from the room. It's on the second floor of the house and you can only see the ocean in your view. The big bed in the middle of the room seemed softer than yours, you could see a bathroom with a bathtub and a view of the sea too.

“Wow, look at this.” Jaz agreed and laughed at your reaction. “I have never seen such a beautiful view.”

“I'm jealous of your room, to be honest.” Jaz said and you smiled at her as you opened your suitcase, looking for a bikini. “But it's only fair that you guys have the best view since Mason paid for the house.”

“He didn't even tell me it would be a family vacation, I thought it would just be the two of us. But I'm glad I finally met you guys and I'm excited for the next few days.”

“Get changed and come enjoy the pool with us.”

Since you thought the vacation would be just the two of you, you didn't find any appropriate clothes to wear. It all felt bold and you weren't sure if you should wear something like that in front of his family, but you decided to put on a black bikini, the most common one you brought, just to avoid any embarrassment.

You walked down the stairs and they were all talking, as soon as Mason saw you he called you to his side, but as soon as you got close he pulled you to sit on his thigh. Debbie was smiling at you and you blushed when Mason left a kiss on your shoulder.

“You are beautiful love.” You smiled at him.

“We need to go shopping.” He looked at you confused and you shrugged. “I don't think my bikinis are decent to wear in front of your parents.”

“Don’t be silly.” He looked around and when he saw that no one was looking, he put his hand on your thigh. “You look sexy as hell.”

“Wait until you see the bathtub in our room.”

“You're kidding me, right?” you could see his mischievous smile and you placed your hand on the back of his head, stroking. “Are you serious? Do we have a bathtub?”

“Yes, and with a view of the ocean.”

“Someone save me please.” He leaned his forehead against you and you laughed at his reaction. “We are definitely not leaving that room.”

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“Summer, please, uncle Masey and auntie Y/N need to sleep, baby.” Jaz tried to convince Summer to get off Mason's lap. He has played several games with her, Poppy and Harley and after that, they were coloring. Poppy and Harley were ready for bed and Jaz had been trying to talk to Summer for a few minutes. “Look, Poppy and Harley are ready to bed and you'll sleep together, just like a sleepover. What do you think?”

You smiled when you saw Summer got interested in the idea of sleeping with her cousins, so she got off Mason's lap and headed towards her mother. Poppy was lying on the couch next to you and ended up cuddling up to you, resting her head on your arm. Mila was sleeping in your arms after her bottle and Mason couldn't stop looking at you with a baby in your arms.

As much as you wanted to keep holding her, you were sleepy and you could see that Mason was sleepy too because of the long day and hours of flying. Jaz's husband came over and picked up Mila, taking her to the bedroom while Stacey picked up Poppy.

Everyone said goodnight and went to their rooms, leaving you and Mason alone in the living room sitting on the couch. The wind came in and you felt it on your face, smiling to yourself when you felt Mason pull you against him.

“Is it too late for a bath?”

“I think it's the right time, to be honest.”

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“I never want to go back to England.” You said with your eyes closed, feeling Mason's hands run down your body while the two of you are in the bathtub. Mason is leaning against the bathtub and you are between his legs, laying on his chest. “Sun, beach and a bathtub? What more could I want?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” Mason spoke and ran his hand over your skin, bringing it to your nipple. You shivered at his touch, knowing he begged you to get into the bath naked for a reason. “But I would like one more thing.”

“What else?”

“I would like hot sex for a few hours.” You laughed and moved, kneeling in the bathtub facing him. “This would be my perfect day.”

“Would you like to add something?” You kissed his neck, then he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Do you think they will hear any noise?”

“I don’t think so.” Mason groans when you ran your hand over his chest, scratching it with your nails. “Please, baby, give me a ride here.”

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“Did you sleep well?” Debbie asked during breakfast the next day, so you glanced over at Mason and saw him give her a smile. “Did you like the room?”

“Yes, Mom, we slept very well.” You agreed with him, remembering that you only slept a few hours because you decided to spend hours awake having fun in the bathtub and the big bed. No matter how little you slept, you feel renewed. “Y/N loved the bathtub.”

You choked on your food when you heard him, feeling your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Lewis started laughing to himself on the couch when he realized what Mason had said, but luckily no one else noticed his mischievous tone.

“Auntie Y/N, can you go to the pool with me and Poppy today?” Summer asked you and you agreed, smiling at her.

“Sure, but what do you think about going to the beach and then the pool?”

Hours later, you were lying next to Mason on a sun lounger on the beach in Mykonos, just watching the sea and the sound of the waves as you listened to them talk around you. Mason ran his hands through your hair and sometimes left a few kisses on your lips.

“I told you they would love you, didn't I?”

“You said. I loved meeting them too, thank you.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Mase.”

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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Ho Ho Hoe

Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Warnings: last minute packing, some friendly teasing, christmas related underwear, cheesy pick up lines sorta, oliver takes the blame, christian is just as cheesy, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving),dom!chris for a second, face sitting, praise kink from chris's end.

Word Count: 2,033

Author's Note: when I was plotting these out, pookie said this one suited chris and I couldn't agree more. he's so dorky, it fits him to a t lmao

merry smutmas series

You find a pair of Christmas boxers in Christian’s suitcase and decide to tease him about it.

The Pulisic family had been celebrating the holidays in Florida every year and this year you'd be joining them.

You are an instant shoo in from the moment you began dating Christian five years ago. Both his sister and his mother saw how quickly you adapted to their family and to their traditions, which is something that they really, truly loved about you. Along the way, you sprinkled in a few of your old little traditions that you did with your family.

Last year, you and Christian had spent the holidays with your family. The two of you rotate every year between the holidays, that way the families don't feel you're picking one over the other.

You were on the floor of your bedroom as you tried to re-pack the suitcase that Christian had 'packed', but really just tossed everything into. You'd be flying from Milan to Florida in 3 days so you were trying to get as much as you could done.

He was on his way home from training, his phone in the little holder as he called you.

"You're the fucking worst at packing," you start the moment you answer the phone. Christian laughs, "hello to you too, sweetheart. Why am I getting yelled at?"

You huff, the phone was on speaker and rested on your thigh as you refolded the clothes. "I have to repack the suitcase, not like you even packed it to begin with."

"I did too! I put everything in!"

"Yeah, just tossed it in. How are you meant to find anything or even fit everything in like this?"

You can already tell he's rolling his eyes. "Anyways," he starts, "did you eat? shall I pick up dinner?"

"Yeah, please." You smiled, folding the boxers you found and put them in a nice pile. You listened to your boyfriend rattle on the diner options when you fished out the bright green boxers with candy canes on it from the suitcase.

It struck you as odd, Christian wasn't one for bright colours; he stuck to the usual colours of navy blue, black and grey.

"Yeah sure, pasta's fine." You tell him, setting the boxers to the side. "See you in a bit."

You continue to repack the suitcase, folding the clothes neatly and tightly to fit as much as you can into the suitcase. It was maybe half an hour later when the front door opens and you hear your boyfriend shouting for you.

"In the bedroom!" You shouted back.

Christian smiles at you when he finds you, "hi beautiful."

"Hello you, how was training?"

"Good, tiring." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you on the floor. "How's the packing going?"

"Good, tiring." You tell him, "I didn't know you were a fan of bright colours though."

Christian raises an eyebrow, looking at you a bit confused. "What are you talking about?"

You hold up the bright green boxers with candy canes on it, "where'd you get these?" You asked, giggling. Christian's face goes bright red, his cheeks and the tips of his ears as red as a McIntosh apple.

"I.. I bought them as a joke. Oliver said he bought a pair last year and his wife loved them."

"So now you're getting sex advice from Oliver?"

"What?! No!"

You laughed, your boyfriend's face still as red as it was before, maybe never more. "Well, they made me laugh."

Chris smiles, "did you see what they say?"

You looked closer at the boxers, between the candy canes says 'suck me like a candy cane.' You think you laughed so hard you snorted, Christian smiles at your reaction.

"You're so unserious." You tossed the boxers at him, making him laugh. Christian kisses the top of your head, dropping the boxers on the bed. "Dinner's on the table, I'm gonna take a shower."

Holding onto Christian's legs, you pull yourself up. "You're not hungry?"

"I'll eat later, go on before it gets cold." Your boyfriend kisses you softly and lets you go.

Dinner was eaten quietly, christian taking his sweet time into the shower before joining you nearly an hour later, shirtless and sweatpants handing off his hips.

Thumb pushing against your teeth, you hummed as you watched him plop himself down on the couch next to you.

"What?" He asks, arm stretched over the backrest of the couch.

"Nothing," you smiled, scooting closer to your boyfriend.

Your head rested on his chest, the two of you watching the cheesy holiday movie you had put on. An arm stretched over his abs, fingers delicately tracing over the indented lines along his skin, moving over to his forearm. His tiger tattoo has always been one of your favourites, your nail pressing into the ink as you moved from one detail to the other.

Christian notices your hand, not thinking much of it; this was a normal thing for you two, your hands were always on him. It wasn't until he felt your hand move from his arm to his hip, fingers creeping closer to the hem of his sweatpants that he stopped you.

"Don't even think about it." His hand catches you, hand wrapped around your wrist.

You huffed. "Why not?"

"I'm trying to watch the movie."

"They all end the same way, a kiss in the snow." You tell him and Christian rolls his eyes, "way to ruin it for me."

You press your lips together, biting back a laugh. Christian lets go to your hand, letting it rest over his lap. That was his mistake. Your hands wander, as they always do, rubbing along his thigh and up to the bulge in his pants.

As much as he tries to ignore you, he can't. Christian's head tips back into the couch, a soft groan slipping past his lips.

"What happened to don't even think about it?" You teased, moving to sit between his legs. Christian rolls his eyes, dropping a pillow onto the floor for you.

He mumbles, telling you to shut up as you reach for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. The last thing you were expecting to come face to face with was bright green boxers with candy canes on them.

"You're fucking joking," you laughed, looking up at him. "They were already on the bed, babe. What was I supposed to do?"

"Get a pair from the drawer?" You suggested, laughing at him. "I cannot take you seriously."

Christian takes matters into his own hands, taking them off and tossing it behind him somewhere. "Okay gone now, c'mon."

"You're so demanding," you laughed.

He nods, giving you a tight lipped smile watching as you lean forward with your mouth open, tongue out and Christian bites back a groan; doesn’t matter how many times he sees you like that, you look perfect every time.

No matter how much he tries, he can’t pull his eyes away from you. His head tilting back at the feeling of your mouth on him, your hand wrapped around what can’t fit.

Your tongue swirled around the tip, hand slowing up and down the length of his cock in the meantime.

Chris's hand tangles in your hair, holding it away from your face as you take all of him in your mouth. He sighs, a string of explicits slipping past his lips.

You glance up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, because he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay.

“Made just for me, weren't you?” He mumbles, his hand rests on your jaw. His hand turns over and you feel his knuckles brush along your cheek. “Like being on your knees for me, hm? Good girl.”

The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster.

Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down. Christian's hips buck, your nose brushing against him.

He tugs on your hair a little, taking control of your movements before pushing you down all the way, only stopping until he hears you gag slightly. His head falls back against the cushions, your name along with a few other words tumble out as you glance up at your boyfriend once more.

You can feel his cum on your tongue before you pull off of him with a pop.

Still on your knees, your eyes are on the man as he takes a few breaths. His hand caresses your jaw for a few moments before he pulls you up and onto his lap.

"I love you, you know that?" He whispers, nose pressed into your temple. You hum, "you've gotta get rid of those."

"What?" He asks, looking at you.

You point to the green boxers that were on the floor. Christian laughs, "yeah okay, babe. Whatever you say."

Your boyfriend falls flat against the couch, laying down and you look at him a bit confused, "was it that good? Got you exhausted now?"

Christian rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you to lay flat against him. He looks at you, there's a glint in his eyes, something you only saw when he was up to something.

"What?"

"Sit on my face."

Your eyes widen, sitting up on his lap. "What?"

His brows furrow, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you as he's unsure what the confusion was about. "Did you not hear me?" He asks, "I said sit on my face."

"What? Why ?"

"I'm returning the favour, now come on."

Christian lays back and you’re still on his lap. “Come on then,” he smacks the back of your thigh lightly. “Come sit.”

You find yourself wiggling out of your shorts as you move back to sit on his face. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully on his face but his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down.

“I told you sit so fucking sit.” He mumbles from under you.

His large hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit.

Your body rocks, leaning forwards and your fingers tangle in his short, curly hair.

Christian's tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face.

"Chris," you mumbled, your chest heaving while you tug on his hair to get him to do that again. "Do that- yeah fuck."

His tongue doing figure eights over your clit.

The grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble coming on along his jaw that was scratching at the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, his nose brushing against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.

He glances up, his eyes fixed on your hand on your tit, head tossed back and mouth open. His name slips past your lips like a prayer.

“You're so beautiful,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing at your clit as you grind down on his face again.

Your legs shake for a moment, your grinding halts as you cum on his tongue. Christian's hands hold you in place, his tongue still lapping over your clit and his lips replace them a moment later.

He lets you shift off his face in your own time, laying down on his chest. Your chin rests on his chest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging across his lips. He smiles, letting you slip your finger into his mouth, biting it softly before you pull it away.

His hand resting on your lower back as you reach up to kiss him.

You can taste yourself on his lips and your hand on his jaw, rubbing along the stubble in his jaw. "See if I had bought these boxers, you wouldn't have gotten all that."

"Untrue, you can't keep your hands off of me." You reminded him, the man's cheeks now red and he laughs. "Yeah, you're right." He whispers, kissing you.

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lilirari · 1 year ago

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ jack's back with his cinderella dilemma and it just keeps on getting worse. i need mason to listen to nwjns fr. i miss gavi sm :( the emojis in frenkie's contact name literally represents me when him fr. ok anyways enjoy ! oh & requests for fake texts are open :p love u all mwah <3

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years ago

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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.

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.

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.

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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notsoattractivearenti · 1 year ago

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Frustration (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader) 🔞

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WC: 1.4K

Warnings: SMUT, dom(m), nipple play, clit stimulation, penetration. MINORS DNI

A/N: i wrote this as fast as i could (cuz i didn't wanna make any major changes if i couldn't finish it before the ucl game!) so idk if this is decent or not lol. if i miss anything on the warnings pls lmk! hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this was not proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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The first match of the season between AC Milan and Juventus didn’t go well for the home team, especially for Christian. One of Milan’s defenders got a red card in the first half and the team had to finish the match with 10 men left. Then, shortly before halftime, Christian got subbed off for another defender – it was the first change for the team. He was visibly upset because he still wanted to play and it felt way too soon to bring him to the bench. Not only that, Milan also lost by 0-1 so the day couldn’t have gone any worse for Christian.

I saw what happened and I could already tell that he would be in a very bad mood until the day ended. I wanted to give him a hug right away and let him know I’m here for him but of course I couldn’t, so I had to impatiently wait until the match was over to do so. On our way to the car, he didn’t say a word – he didn’t have to, his facial expression said it all. I tried to console him but he didn’t respond, so I waited until we got into the car to continue talking to him.

When we got into the car, he slammed the door so hard it startled me for a second. Holy shit, he really is fucking frustrated, I thought to myself. He was looking all grumpy and still didn’t say anything as he started to drive.

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Finally leaving San Siro, he took a deep breath before he started to talk.

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m just not happy with the way things were.” He admitted.

“Yeah, I know,” I rubbed his shoulder, ”I’m sorry you had to go through this shit.”

He slightly smiled.

“Mmhm. Ugh, I should’ve had more time on the field…” He sighed.

Even though I had assumed that the reason behind the decision was to maintain the defensive structure of the team, it didn’t feel fair to take Christian off that early.

“I’m with you, baby. But what’s done is done. Pioli might have thought it was the best decision, but in the end one goal was still conceded. Let’s just focus on the PSG game and give your best as always, okay?” I tried to encourage him.

“Okay… But sorry Y/N I can’t help but think the game could’ve gone better…” He grunted.

“Hey,” I kissed his hand, then continued consoling him, “don’t beat yourself up. That was not your fault! Tonight’s not your night. Nor Milan’s. Trust me, you guys will do better on the next one.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” He hesitantly agreed.

“Thank you, my dearest. I’m so glad you’re here.” This time, he was being genuine.

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Now at home, Christian didn’t waste a second to find the couch and laid on it. He drowned his face onto the pillow and screamed his heart out. I love that man so much but he is so used to bottling his emotions – which kind of bothers me, if I’m being honest – and seeing him screaming like that, I just knew he truly felt hurt and couldn’t contain it anymore. So I thought of a way to release his emotions – what I had in mind could actually be fun and beneficial for us both.

“You know, if you want to fuck your frustration away, I’m down.”

He immediately sat up, then turned his head right away and looked at me all confused.

“Say what now?”

“Yeah, I mean… I’m kind of in the mood, so… If you want.” I teased him.

He still wasn’t convinced.

“Are you messing with me?” He pouted.

“I’m serious, Chris, I’m not playing.” I smirked. “Do what you want to me.”

Without a word, Christian roughly picked me up and started kissing me. He threw my body on the couch and positioned himself on top of me. He took off all of his clothes right away, and when I was about to do the same thing, he stopped me.

“Don’t. I’ll take them off myself.” He demanded.

I nodded in response.

“Did I not hear a ‘yes, Christian’?”

“Yes, Christian.” I repeated his words.

“Mmm, good girl.”

I bit my lip and moaned when he called me a good girl. Those two little words never failed to drive me crazy. As he said that, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.

I was wearing his jersey at the moment. He wanted me to keep wearing it, so he took off everything I had on my body except the shirt.

“Fucking hell,” he gulped, “you look insanely sexy wearing my shirt.”

His hands began tracing my body starting from my chest. He rubbed and squeezed my breasts tightly then moved his fingers over my nipples, gently twisting and pinching them. It felt so good I closed my eyes and quivered.

“Do you like it when I play with your titties, baby?”

“Yes…” I whimpered.

“Tell me how good it is.”

“So fucking good…”

Before I knew it, I felt one of my nipples was already inside his mouth – he swirled his tongue around then sucked it. I gasped at such a pleasant sensation.

“Oh!”

When he heard my gasp, he gave a little bite and it successfully got me moaning so loud. My hand was grasping the cushion while the other was holding on to Christian’s arm – and when he bit my nipple, I squeezed his arm so hard it turned slightly red.

After he finished sucking one nipple, his mouth moved onto the other and did everything all over again. By then, my naked pussy was already dripping wet.

His hands continued wandering around my body, feeling every inch of the curves. When he found his way to my pussy, he started rubbing my clit with two fingers.

“Oh, so slippery already?”

“Mmhm…” I bit back a moan. “Please don’t stop…”

He rubbed my clit faster and my thighs started to clench.

“Ohh… Mmm… Yeahh… Faster!” I sputtered.

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He asked.

“Y-y-e-esss…” I hissed.

He kept rubbing.

“Then cum for me now.” He demanded.

“I- Ahh…”

My entire body was trembling – my eyes rolled back and I stopped breathing for a moment.

“Holy fuck…” I moaned.

“Ah, that’s my good girl. But we’re not done,” He said as he put on a condom.

I took a glance at his hard cock and all I could think of was having it within my pussy.

“Get inside me now, please…” I begged him.

He then roughly pushed his cock into my wet pussy.

“I’m gonna fuck you harder than I’ve ever been tonight.”

He really meant what he said – he started pounding me really hard, deeper and so rough than he usually did.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” He moaned.

The sound of our skins slapping against each other was so loud even the other noises we made couldn't cover it. His hands were strongly gripping my thighs while he was thrusting his cock deeper and faster by the second.

“I- oh you feel so good… Ohh sh-shit…” His breath hitched.

“Faster!”

He immediately went full speed to the point where it felt like he was about to destroy my pussy. I could clearly feel his pulse inside me. Suddenly, my brain stopped working and I couldn’t say anything but moaned loudly.

“Hhh… Good fu-uck…” he panted.

His face was moving closer to mine and my lips immediately met his. I broke our kiss by biting his bottom lip then we heavily breathed each other’s air. When his neck was across my face, I started sucking it and left a mark. He moaned even harder when I sucked his Adam’s apple – it kind of tickled when it moved.

“Fuck… I’m close…” He whimpered. “Cum with me princess…”

And in an instant, the earth stopped spinning. The waves of pleasure just left my body, and at the same time I could feel his entire body quivering – his cock was still inside me.

Christian rested his face over my shoulder and heavily breathed into my ear. I kissed his ear and whispered, “feeling better now?”

He nodded, couldn’t say a word as he was still trying to catch his breath.

When he was finally able to speak he said to you, “Y/N, you sure know how to turn a bad day into a better one.”

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igotlovestruck · 2 years ago

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fine line [ christian pulisic ]

after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — insta au, im not really good at dates but just imagine the setting is during the summer lmfao, christian & y/n softlaunching (are they really though 🤨) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ YEAH so ive only got this for now, i haven’t finished writing the narrative scenario BUT FOR NOW enjoy this <3 ALSOOO belated happy birthday to my man who isn’t my man but is my man ❤️🖤

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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cmpulisic summer for the books ✌🏻 ready to go ��♟️

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user wait what

user since anyone isn’t mentioning anything about the 4th and 8th pic, i will. DID I MISS SOMETHING OR....?

user girl you’re wrong, everyone’s talking about it

user you mean, did WE miss something? yeah, we definitely did

user yall maybe that’s just his nephew or something 😭

user i don’t...i don’t think so...

user WHATTTTT

user whose kid is that christian 😭

user this is your year christian 👏🏻

user captain america ❤️🖤

masonmount congratulations brother 🤝

benchilwell my man 🫡

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yourusername what a crazy summer it has been 🌻 til next time florida!

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emilyemmons 💗 enjoy your journey to milan, my loves!!

yourusername come visit us when celeste is a bit older 😚💗

emilyemmons oh we definitely would 🫶 celeste definitely loved having her godmom around 😌

yoursistersig hot mamas!! 🥵 emilyemmons yourusername

yourusername stoppp 🫣

emilyemmons this summer is the most i’ve seen y/n wear bikinis and she’s the HOTTEST

yoursistersig ikr! that’s what i've been telling herrr 😫

yourmomsig zekey holding the flowers 🌷 enjoy milan, my love 🤍 wishing you all the best

yourusername 🥹 see you soon mom!!

emilyemmons those are from ********* 🤭

yourusername emi!!!

yourmomsig well, they’re beautiful! he definitely remembers which flowers you like 😉

deedee_pulisic come back soon with zeke ❤️

yourusername of course! he and avery can be playmates 🥰

user wait a minute...

user girl are you thinking what i’m thinking

user ...yes...

user is THAT christian 😭

user GIRLLL the tattoo, the beard !!!! it IS christian

YOURUSERNAME HAS SET THEIR ACCOUNT TO PRIVATE.

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user wait what

user I KNEW THAT KID IS HIS

user we’ll never know unless he confirms it him babe

user girl are you not convinced already lol look closely at the pictures of the kid on the mom’s posts, he clearly looks like christian when he was a kid

user still not convinced

user you do you ig

user “very special people that i’ve recently reunited with” omfg exes to lovers i think

user GIIIIIIIIIIRL 😭 dont do this to me

user dont blame me i finished a lot of movies today

user i dont know which one of you bitches just lied to me and told me i have a chance with this man ... APPARENTLY HE HAS A KID

user this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve read today 😭

user yeah that girl and kid is definitely connected to him, i surrender

user she’s definitely the girl he dated during his dortmund days

user i cant complain though, she’s gorgeous and i dont blame christian for being private with his relationship right now especially if they have a kid together

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sunny44 · 2 years ago

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Are you pregnant?

Pairing: Mason Mount x wife!reader

Warnings: sickness, pregnancy test, pregnancy talk.

Summary: When Mason and y/n find out they're pregnant with their baby.

I had been extremely tired these past few days.

I was tired of the job that I used to love because after my boss left and an idiot took his place and he’s a jerk.

The projects he was making us do are getting bigger and the time shorter and I was exhausted and today he just let me go home earlier because I almost threw up on him that was so discussed that send me home.

Mason was in training and I didn't want to disturb him so I went back alone and decided to stop by the pharmacy and see if I could get some sickness medicine because I hate this feeling.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I've been nauseous for a few days and have been vomiting all morning and I'd like some sickness medicine please." She smiles and I was confused. "Is something wrong?"

"Sorry for this but have you had sex in the last few weeks?"

"Oh, uhm yes I have."

"Have you ever considered the possibility that you might be pregnant?" I widened my eyes and at the same time I felt the nausea once again. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to butt in but your symptoms are the same as a pregnant woman."

I haven’t thought about the possibility of being pregnant but now that she mention it all made sense.

The symptoms, the vomiting and my Kate period that I just realized that was late now.

"Where are the pregnancy tests please?" She gives a half smile and takes one and hands it to me.

"This one is the best one of all. There's a bathroom over there if you want to use it." I agreed and walked to the bathroom.

I took the test but I didn't want to find out the answer in a pharmacy bathroom so I put it in the box and after paying I went back to our house.

As I set foot inside the house I could hear laughter and one of them was Mason's, I felt paws on my legs and looked down to see Milo our Golden Retriever puppy jumping on me.

"Baby? What are you doing home?" He asks and comes over to me and his smile disappears as soon as he sees my face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I am, don't worry."

"Were you crying?"

"It's nothing, I just have stomachache and you know I don't handle pain very well.” He agrees and kisses my forehead. "I'm going upstairs to take a hot bath and try to get some sleep."

"I'm going to ask Ben and Reece to leave and..."

"No need love, I'm going to sleep anyway so you don't have to send them away."

"Fine, but if there's anything let me know, okay?" I agreed and kissed him as I walked up the stairs and being followed by Milo.

The whole time I was in the hot tub, Milo was lying on the floor there with me and when I went to bed he climbed on the bed and laid his head on my belly.

“Do you think there’s a baby in there?” I asked him that close his eyes when I put my hand on his head. “I think you would like to have a brother or a sister.”

He bark in a low tone and went to sleep.

…

When I woke up it was already 7 o'clock at night so I put on my slippers and went downstairs, the boys were still here as I heard more than one male voice.

"Good night boys."

"Good night Mrs. Mount." Ben jokes and laughs going to hug him.

"Feeling better?" Mase asks and I say just a little. "I made soup."

"Correction, I made soup." Reece says and I laugh.

"Hey, you said you would let me take credit." Mase replies grumpily and they laugh.

"I changed my mind."

"Well thanks for soup Reece." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and started eating and soon I heard my cell phone ring. "Ben can you get it for me please? It's in my purse."

"Yeah, I'll get it." He comes out of the kitchen and takes too long but soon comes back with my phone and a strange face. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just took a while to find it." He answers awkwardly.

Time went by, Reece had to leave and it was just the three of us until Mason went upstairs to take a shower and as soon as he got out Ben came to my side.

"I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me."

"You're scaring me Ben, is everything ok?"

"Are you pregnant?" He asks, and I widen my eyes. "You are, aren’t you?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I saw the test when I went to get your cell phone."

"Did you see the results?"

"No, I didn't. Did you look at the result?" I silently denied. "Do you want me to look along with you?"

"No, you look I’m scared" He agrees takes the test and looks but I can't decipher his expression. "Ben?"

"It says positive here." He looks at me and at the same time I start to cry.

I didn't know what I was feeling, I didn't know if I was happy or sad or even how Mason would feel because we always joked about having a family but never had a serious conversation about it.

"It's going to be okay, you’re gonna be the best mommy ever" He hugs me from the side and I just cry into his shoulder.

"What happened?" Mason runs up to me and hugs me. "Ben what happened?"

"I'm going home and let you guys talk." He kisses my forehead and just smile at Mason.

"What happened? You're crying, is your stomachache again"

"No, I came home earlier because I spent all morning throwing up and I thought it was because of stress with the big projects I need to finish in an impossible amount of time. So I went to the pharmacy to buy some sickness medicine and I came ou that I’m not sick."

"What's wrong with you then?"

"I'm pregnant Mase."

I felt him go rigid on my side, I really hoped he would stay calm about the situation because if not I would freak out too.

"Pregnant? Are you sure?"

"The test is over there." I pointed to where Ben had left the test.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't know what to feel."

"Aren't you happy?"

"You know I've always wanted to be a mother but I always thought we'd plan it slow and I'd have time to get used to the fact that I'd be growing a child inside me but it's happening too fast and I'm just not knowing how to handle it." He kneels in front of me and holds my hand.

"Let's make it work okay? We're a team."

"Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy my love, there's no one in the world besides you that I wanted to have a family." He cupped my face and cleaned the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. "I love you and our baby so much."

"I love you too."

…

The next day I called my doctor who made an appointment to confirm the pregnancy but according to her from the symptoms I described it was almost a 100% chance that I was.

Today was the day of the appointment and Mason and I were waiting our turn, there were some other women there and one of them had a big belly and a little blonde girl with her. I noticed that the child kept looking at him but Mason was too distracted to notice.

I called out to her with my hand and she smiled and came running over and hugged his legs, who was startled but smiled as soon as he saw the little girl.

"May I?" He asks her mother who agrees and Mase puts her sitting on his leg.

The two of them stood talking until the doctor called and Mason took Mary back to her mother.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Mount, you can lie down over there." He pointed to the Stretcher. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been pretty nauseous but it's gotten better since yesterday."

"Morning sickness is normal in these first months. Do you feel a lot of tiredness, pain in your body, or even sensitive breasts?"

"Yes, I'm very tired even though I don't do much.”

"Have you been feeling anything worrying?

"No, I think that's everything.”

"All right, I'll lift your shirt and pass this gel so we can do an ultrasound." I lifted up my shirt and she put the cold, clear gel on.

The blurry image appeared and after she showed us where the baby was she asked if we wanted to hear the heart and as soon as we said yes the loud sound filled the room and it was at that very moment that we realized how real it was.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nmount life lately have been pretty busy but I’ve never been happier 💕 thank you for being here for us, we love you so much @masonmount

@masonmount I love you both very much baby, I’m the lucky one

@sophiaaemelia congratulations mama, you’re so sexy pregnant

@y/nmount you’re the sexy one babes

@masonmount are they really flirting in front of us?

@kaihavertz yes they are and you’re wife is pregnant, I think they’re going to run away and raise your baby together

@sophiaaemelia great ideia babe, let’s do it? @y/nmount

@y/nmount yessss, let’s move to Hawaii

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loviingpedri · 2 years ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ lulu’s masterlist ˎˊ˗

updated : 8/25/24

welcome to my masterlist! this is a guide of all of my stories published here :)

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pedri gonzalez

pablo gavi

jude bellingham

joao felix

hector fort

marc guiu

jobe bellingham

trent alexandor-arnold

kylian mbappe

ferran torres

mason mount

christian pulisic

joe burrow

warnings : none of my stories are proofread. depending on what device i’m working on, it will have spelling errors and grammar mistakes. please consider that none of my works will be perfect.

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hischierswhore · 2 years ago

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failed dates

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: minor cursing // disrespectful guy who doesn’t understand what ‘no’ means

You were currently sat alone at a table for two at some fancy restaurant, whose name you couldn't remember. The other people around you seemed to be occupied with their dates, reminding you that yours had once again failed miserably.

The guy you were on a date with started by flirting with you heavily, then immediately becoming belligerent when you rejected his advances. You continued on with the date, as you thought that maybe he deserved a second chance. But you couldn't have been more wrong.

Things only got worse from there, with him continuing in his attempts to persuade you to accept his advances. By the time you'd finished dinner, he was in full blown argument mode after you repeatedly rejected his advances. He clearly wasn't used to rejection, and it stung his ego a little bit.

By the time the evening was over, you felt absolutely no desire to give him another opportunity. He continued to speak some nonsense you were blocking out, but you quickly focused when you heard him say "I can't wait to have you in my bed tonight". That was your final straw.

"Excuse my language, but who the fuck do you think you are? I believe that I've made myself very clear that I don't want to sleep with you, or anything of the sort. If you can't handle this level of rejection, then I suggest you stop wasting my time." You replied, glaring back at him before getting up to leave.

"Find yourself a new ride" He spat as he walked out of the building and drove off. You mentally cursed as you realized that maybe having him drive you to the date wasn't a good idea. You sat back down, realizing you had nowhere to go. You thought about calling Uber, but you didn't necessarily feel like paying god knows how much for a ride, so you called the only person you could think of.

"Hello?" His voice was raspy on the other end of the line.

"Oh, you were asleep. Neverm-" He cut you off.

"No, I'm awake. What's up?" He attempted to make himself sound as awake as possible.

"I wanted to see if you could pick me up? My date left me stranded at that restaurant you usually go to for team dinners" You heard motion in the background as you spoke.

"I'll be there in 10" He assured you before hanging up. Ten minutes later, you heard someone calling your name. You looked around and saw that Christian, your best friend, had arrived to take you back home. He made eye contact with you and rushed over to your table.

"There you are. You ready to leave?" You nodded as he grabbed your jacket from your hands and held it for you. He held his arm out for you to hold onto as you walked back to his car, which you kindly accepted. You made your way to his car, with him opening the door for you, which was something he's done since the day the pair of you met.

As you settled into the passenger seat and he settled into the driver's seat, you felt like he had a question to ask.

"So what happened with this one?" He was used to you going on terrible dates by now, but this was the first in which you'd called him to pick you up.

"He was just so disrespectful. Kept trying to make advances towards me, which I rejected multiple times, but he wasn't getting the hint" You sighed as you leaned your head on the window, staring out into the busy London night life.

After a moment of silence, you looked over at Christian, only to find his grip on the wheel tighter than ever before.

"He definitely sounds like an asshole" He mumbled as he continued driving.

"Yeah, nothing special about him. At least I'm in better company now than I was before" You joked, always finding light in situations like this.

"I'm just glad you're okay though" He moved his other hand to yours, gently caressing the back of your hand. It was interactions like this that made you love him more than any other friend, because you knew that he genuinely cared about you.

The rest of the ride back to your apartment was silent, soft music playing in the background to fill the silence, though it was a comfortable silence.

A few minutes later, when you arrived to your apartment, you & Christian both stayed in his car for a bit longer. You sensed there was a bit of tension in the air, though you couldn’t figure out why.

“Can I ask you something?” Christian spoke up, with you letting out a quiet ‘mhm’ in response.

“Why do you keep going on these dates with such, excuse my language, shitty guys? What are you looking for in a guy that you can’t seem to find anywhere?” He looked at you and noticed you were fidgeting. You felt his eyes burning into you as you hesitated, not feeling quite ready to reveal the truth to your best friend.

“I’ve been trying to find you…” You mumbled just above a whisper, hoping he didn’t catch it.

“What was that, princess?” His hand continued to gently trace circles on the back of yours in an attempt to calm you down.

“I said I’ve been trying to find you, Chris” You sighed as you looked up to meet his eyes, though you noticed his eyebrows were raised and he had a look of confusion written across his features.

“I don’t understand”

“This whole time I’ve been trying to find someone like you. Someone who’s sweet, caring & just makes me feel comfortable in their presence. Someone who makes me laugh and allows me to be myself, but no one compares to you. I’ve been trying to find these things in someone, but you’re the only one, Chris. I never said anything because I didn’t want to mess up what we have; I can’t risk losing you” You moved your gaze back down to your lap, where your fingers went back to fidgeting.

“You could never lose me, princess. You’re stuck with me forever. Never in a million years did I think you would say that to me, but I’m glad you did. I’ve been watching you go on these failed dates and wondering when it’ll be my turn. Wondering when it’ll be my turn to show you how you deserve to be treated. And you’re telling me now that it’s always been me?” He questioned, to which you mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked as you nodded.

He gently grabbed the side of your face as you brought yourself closer to him, your lips making contact as you shut your eyes, melting into the kiss. It was a rather gentle kiss, but it was soft and sweet, perfect for the moment. You felt him smile against your lips, leading you to smile as well. The kiss lasted for a while, both of you pulling away as you both needed air.

You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

“I love you, Y/n” Christian whispered.

“I love you too, Chris”

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riahollywood · 2 years ago

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the morning after | christian pulisic

notes: pretty much just lots of fluffy goodness. warning for overuse of pet names because turns out i just really want christian to call me sweetheart 🥹 enjoy x

rays of sun trickled through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet, the light making you stir as you slowly awoke and took in your surroundings, memories from the previous night flooding in.

you had been dating christian for a month and last night he took you to a little italian restaurant where you celebrated the past four weeks getting to know each other and falling well and truly head over heels in love with each other.

from the moment he approached you in the bar to ask for your number, you knew there was something special about that boy as your heart started beating out of your chest as you chatted the night away.

you remembered the way his deep brown eyes stared into yours before he kissed you for the first time. the way he knocked on your door when he picked you up for your first date so he could open the car door for you. the way he looked after you when he took you to bed for the very first time the previous evening, how he had been focused on making sure you were comfortable and concentrated solely on your pleasure in an attempt to make the night as memorable as possible for you.

you rolled over slightly, expecting to meet his body, peel back his arm and settle yourself against his chest. much to your dismay, when you rolled over you were greeted with nothing but an empty space in the now cold bed.

glancing across to his bedside table, you scanned the area for a note, his phone, any sign that could lead you to an idea of where he had possibly left you for. but nothing.

your heart dropped. last night had been perfect and before you fell asleep, you were already looking forward to waking up in christian’s big arms, to be able to cuddle up together all morning as the birds chirped outside.

you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. had you got things wrong? had he finally got what he wanted from you and left?

you jumped when all of a sudden christian’s bedroom door opened and he wandered in, dressed in a t shirt and a pair of shorts, a tray containing pastries and juices in his hands.

he slowly walked over, unsure if you were just stirring or wide awake. not wanting to risk scaring you, he quietly placed the tray down onto his bedside table.

as soon as he realised you were awake, he climbed onto the bed and got himself comfy back under the duvet, laying down and turning to face you.

“good morning, angel. how’re you feeling?” he asked tenderly, a smile beaming from ear to ear as he thought back to last night’s events. god, he was perfect.

confused by your glossy eyes, christian didn’t give you time to answer him before questioning you again.

“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” he reached his inked arm out to cradle your face with his hand, his warm skin on yours for the first time that morning sending shivers up your body.

“i thought… never mind, it’s silly.” you sniffled, wiping away a tear that had involuntary slipped down your cheek.

“oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry now setting in. “do you regret last night?”

you shook your head. “no, definitely not. it was amazing, christian.”

his eyes lit up for a split second but the worry still lingered. “why’re you crying, baby girl?” he asked, voice soft and quiet.

“i just, i thought you had left.” you admitted, glancing down as you struggled to look him in the eyes.

“what? it’s my apartment baby, why would i have left?” he let out a small laugh, slightly baffled.

“i just thought, maybe you had got what you wanted and that was that, you had gone out and that was kind of my sign to leave.” you spoke softly.

christian’s heart broke thinking about those thoughts running through your mind. “oh, no, baby. no.” he pulled you into his chest which you gladly accepted. he nestled his head into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here when you woke up, i was trying to surprise you with a nice breakfast but i ended up burning everything, hence the running out to buy pastries.”

you laughed at his comment, instantly feeling better. “sorry, i didn’t even think-“

“it’s okay sweetheart, just know i’m never going to leave you, never.” he kissed the top of your head again before you pulled away. “i love you so much, y/n, love you so much.”

you couldn’t hold back a massive smile at his words that he had first admitted to you the previous night.

“i love you too, christian.” you beamed. “how’re you so perfect?”

“i don’t know, could it be my good looks?” he raised his eyebrows, wiggling them playfully.

“hmm, i don’t think it’s that.” you joked back, the irony not being lost on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off his perfect face, moving from his dark eyes to his freckled cheeks to his red lips.

he tightened his grip around you. “let me think, maybe all my money?”

“now you’re getting there.” you joked and he pretended to gasp.

“i’ve got it, it must be for my massive cock that had you moaning my name for hours last night.” your cheeks flushed red at his playfulness as you mockingly rolled your eyes.

“mhm well i didn’t know that when we started dating did i… we’ll just call that a nice surprise.” he grinned at your words, moving his face till it was just inches away from yours. you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his, the warm and minty sensation making you feel dizzy with love. you parted your lips allowing christian to slip his tongue in, his hand having travelled up his shirt that you were wearing to rest at your hip, his thumb gently stroking the bare skin.

christian grabbed your chin and gently pushed your head to the side, allowing him to attach his lips to the soft skin on your neck, planting a singular kiss onto a purple mark that he realised he must’ve left last night.

“looks like you’re going to need to bring out the turtlenecks for a little while.�� he teased into your neck, his hot breath sending tingles up your spine as you giggled in response, realising you hadn’t even looked at yourself in the mirror today.

“god, i must look a mess.” you commented, thinking back to the previous night where christian had cleaned you up before dressing you in his top and tucking you into bed so you didn’t have to move.

“you look beautiful, the most beautiful girl i have ever seen and she’s all mine.” christian once again bought your lips together, simultaneously bringing his hand to run a fingers across your knickers which made you flinch.

his eyes widened, “what’s wrong, baby?”

you gulped. “i’m just a little… sore.” you reluctantly replied, not wanting to make him feel bad. he had taken his time with you and been gentle, only deepening his movements when you were completely lost in the pleasure and begging for it. but as much as he joked, the size of him was going to take some getting used to.

guilt washed across his face. “oh, fuck, i’m sorry, did i, did i hurt you last night?” his voice cracked over the last few words.

you immediately shook your head. “no, it was perfect, christian, so perfect.” you reassured him with a kiss. “you made me feel so good. it’s just… well, you’re right. you’re a little big.” you felt your face heat up again as the look of guilt was replaced with smugness on his face.

“we’ll soon get you used to it, baby.” he replied, a cheeky look on his face as you laughed before he brushed his lips against yours once more. ��maybe some more cuddles and a bath first?” he suggested to which you nodded, taking the opportunity to wrap your body around his till you physically couldn’t get any closer, cuddling up to your boyfriend till you fell into a peaceful slumber, completely content with life.

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