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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 · 1 year 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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hischierswhore · 2 years ago

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Christian Pulisic x singer!Reader smau (part 4)

the final part of the mini smau series. yes, i’m aware that the title says Christian & not Mason. there’s a reason :)

faceclaim: Madison Beer

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masonsfuturewife so mason can’t cheat on her but she can date his bestfriend after their breakup? so hypocritical

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that’s it for the smau mini series for now! if i happen to think of (or if one of you can come up with a good concept) i may or may not continue this. i’m a sucker for some bestfriends to lovers so this was just me being a bit self indulgent 🤭

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loviingpedri · 1 year 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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cfcalcaraz · 2 years ago

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boyfriend!christian pulisic headcannon

author: this is the first time i’ve written, ever. pls be nice 😁

warnings: slight smut, mostly fluff though

- you met Christian during your first year of university when you had left Canada to attend uni abroad.

- you were new to the London area, and a friend of yours had offered to show you what the London nightlife was all about.

- the night felt long until you noticed a group of guys quite a bit older than you walk into the bar, one, in particular, catching your eyes. he had wavy brown hair with the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen.

- you couldn’t help but stare him down; the whiskey suddenly gave you a boost of confidence as well.

- you were so out of it that you hadn’t even noticed he’d been reciprocating the same energy towards you; that is until he approached you.

- next thing you knew, you were pinned up against the wall in the restroom.

- you'd eventually introduced yourselves and you found out his name was Christian. he asked to swap numbers, but this man had already slipped the back of your mind by the time you left the bar.

- the next day, you checked your phone after one of your morning classes and noticed you had an unopened text from the guy you’d met the night before.

- you guys began exchanging texts for a week or two until he asked to take you out.

- that was just the beginning of your relationship with him; ever since that date, you guys become inseparable.

- you found out Christian was a football player for a club called Chelsea FC, and the other guys you’d seen the first night were his teammates.

- over time, you got to meet all of them and some of you had become super close (Christian was definitely jealous on the low).

- Christian is definitely a clingy one, but that’s okay because you enjoy his presence.

- this man would spend every second of the day with you if he possibly could.

- one time you had told him you liked his jersey before a game, so the next day he went out and got you every version of the Chelsea kits he could possibly find, all with his name and number embroidered on the back.

- he LOVES seeing you in the crowd during his games and always dedicates his goals to you.

- Christian takes you out on the best dates ever. they tend to range from going out to movies and visiting carnivals, to lavish dinners and vacations to tropical islands.

- this man is absolutely head over heels for you and would do anything for you.

- you guys have an interesting sex life; you’ve done it nearly everywhere but every single time is always better than the last.

- typically, he is more dominant in bed but he loves when you take over sometimes.

- his favourite position is definitely when you’re riding him.

- praise kink + degrading kink fs.

- Christian is very handsy; neither of you likes a lot of PDA but he still likes to have the reminder that you’re his girl so he always keeps one hand on your thigh or waist, or simply just holds your hand.

- he talks about having a big family ALL THE TIME.

- “we’re gonna have a full football roster of babies one day” “and who’s carrying the babies, Christian?”

- Christian knows you’re the one, no doubt about it.

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x y/n #chelsea #christian pulisic headcannon #mwah #christian pulisic smut

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lizzypotter14 · 2 years ago

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This is my first fan fic. Thanks @chelseagirl98 for all the support. It meant the world.

WINTER CONFESSIONS (C. PULISIC)

Warning: fluff

C.Pulisic/fem reader

Standing by the window, Christian looks at the street covered in a 1” or 2” of snow. Bringing a cup of coffee to his lips, a genuine smile grazing his features; he looks at peace with himself and the world. A pair of arms snakes themselves around his waist, and his smile grows wider.

“I cannot believe you risked driving in these conditions. Your car doesn’t have the appropriate tires for it”, says Christian, not really annoyed by the fact but more concerned from it

.Y/N slowly turns around to face Christian, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and rolling her eyes simultaneously. “Last night was perfectly drivable. Between my work and you back on the team for training, we barely spent time with each other”, she responded and grabbed the cup of coffee from Chris hands taking a sip and making a face at it. “I really don’t know how you can drink that”, y/n said making her way to the kettle.

Christian laughs and takes a sit at the kitchen island watching y/n move around, comfortably, in his kitchen. Your relationship is fairly new and you both are still exploring your likes and dislikes. If someone will have told Christian that he will meet his girlfriend out of a contest by TRIVAGO to attend a Chelsea home game and then meet some players, he will have laugh back at your face. But here we are, 8 months later into this adventure, and getting stronger every day.

Christian keeps his watch on you. You are his perfect match or so he believes. You are both homebodies, enjoy the same things, and best of all, y/n gets along with his teammates, his childhood friends, and his family. The relationship has progressed and moved in a good place, and he loves the pace that you both have set. Just recently, the dynamic has changed, with both spending nights at each other flats.

“Christian…Christian…Chris?” y/n kept calling him; a concern expression on her face. Startled, Chris realized that he has zoned out for a little bit and y/n has been trying to get his attention for some time.

“Oh sorry. Just space out”, Christian responds.

Y/n comes closer and asked, “Is everything okay? Are you heading for training soon? she asks holding Christian’s cheeks with both hands.

Christian is still staring at y/n eyes and suddenly blurts…are you happy with us?” Startled, y/n doesn’t know how to respond. She opens and closes her mouth several times, but no words come forward. Realizing his mistake as tears start pooling in y/n eyes, he drops from the kitchen island and embrace y/n tightly. “Sorry babe, that came all wrong”

.“Are you done with us, Chris?”, y/n asked quietly from his chest.

“No, baby. I’m sorry if it came like that. I love you so much and want to keep moving forward. I still have much to learn about relationships”, Christian says holding y/n even tighter.

“Then, why did you ask if I was happy?”, y/n asked moving away from the embrace to look directly into Christian’s eyes.

With a long sigh, Christian rubs both hands in his face and looks at y/n… “I’m so in love with you and it scares me deeply. Before you came to find me, I was looking outside and daydreamed about taking you home to Hershey in a day like this one, playing in the cold snow, making snow families, cuddling by the fire at my parent’s house, and enjoying our time together. I understand that we are still new to this, and that my profession is not the easiest to deal with, but I want a future with you. I can picture it clearly; as clearly as you are right in front of me”, he said placing a kiss in y/n closed eyes and nose

.Happy tears rolled down y/n face. “You are a great boyfriend, Christian Mate Pulisic. Please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Just like you, I’m scare of my strong feelings for you, but I’m pretty sure that together, we can overcome any obstacles heading our way. All that we can do is take one step at a time, love”, y/n said planting a firm kiss on Chris’ lips. “By the way, I will love to spend some time with you and your family in Pennsylvania. Your mom’s family pictures from winters' pasts are just adorable”.“Now, at what time is your training session? You need to get ready and take your time driving there”, y/n said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Very funny, love. I just need to grab my bag and the car keys and head out. Will you…are you…”, Christian stammers unable to finish his sentence.But y/n knew exactly what he was asking for. “I will be here when you comeback, Chris. We can spend the rest of the day watching a show in Netflix”. And with that, Chris grabs his bag, keys, and gives y/n a kiss and a wave goodbye.

#christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic #cozy winter

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she-lives-in-her-dreams · 2 years ago

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Swipe City Chapter 5:Dating with a Twist

Disclaimer: I do not know any celebrities in this story. I’ve been super sick for a week; thus, this is not proofread. I’m not from nor have been to London; so, I apologize if I use American terms when writing a Brit character.

Please let me know if you guys have any interest in this story continuing. I’m not receiving a lot of feedback and feel like this story is a bit of a flop.

@mountpulisic @mllynne @luminous-99 @alwaysclassyeagle

Christian is nervous–no, he is beyond nervous. A level of nervousness that he doesn’t know how to describe in English nor in German. It’s Wednesday and in exactly 30 minutes, he is going to be sitting in a small, local pub with Y/N for a lunch date. He is mentally trying to prepare himself for any reaction she may have to his identity.

In a flat across West London, Y/N is nervously fixing her makeup and trying not to vomit. It’s out of character for her to go on a date with man she has never videochatted with much less never even seen pictures of. The thought runs through her mind to cancel the date and ask for a videochat before rescheduling it. The notion disappears as quickly as it appeared–the move to London had been one she promised herself would be about adventures and a fresh start. A clean slate she knows has to include some risks that are out of her comfort zone. Besides, if Chris–hopefully that is his real name– is a serial killer, she did activate her location on her phone, has a secret code arranged with her friends back home, and an agreed upon check-in time.

The 30 minutes past quickly for both Christian and Y/N, and before either knows it the pub is in their views. Y/N arrives first–always one for arriving early to avoid having to approach her dates. She chooses a corner high-top table and quickly texts Chris where she is seated. The pub is not busy at all which makes her sigh in relief and give thanks that Chris asked for a lunch date rather than a dinner when the evening crowd would surely have overwhelmed her senses with all the noise.

Christian arrives at the pub exactly 5 minutes before the arranged time. He checks his phone and finds a missed text from Y/N with information about their seating arrangement. Christian clutches the bouquet of tulips tightly as he pulls the pub’s entrance door. His coffee colored eyes search the corner high-top tables for the lavender sweater y/n said she would be wearing.

The instant they land on the woman in the corner’s lavender sweater, his eyes still. Her head is tilted down looking at her phone. Before Christian can even process what is happening, his feet have moved him across the pub to standing in front of y/n. He clears his throat to get her attention and when her eyes lift to meet his own, Christian feels his breath catch. He has always believed that no matter the color of someone’s eyes, you could tell a lot about the person just by looking into their eyes ; and in this moment, all Christian can tell about y/n from her eyes is that he never wants to stop looking into them.

Y/N hears the clearing of the throat and looks up. In front of her is an absolutely breath-taking man. His boyishly handsome face with the shy smile and dimple cause her heart to race. For a second, there are no words spoken. Christian clears his throat again and forces himself to speak.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Chris.” The shy smile never leaving his face.

Y/N stands to greet him but hesitates awkwardly. Does she give him a handshake? A hug? What is the tradition for dates now? God, she hates dating.

Christian makes the decision for her as she speaks her name by moving closer and opening his arms for a gentle hug. After several phone conversations and hours of texts, he feels that he knows y/n and a hug is the only acceptable greeting for someone he already feels safe with.

Though the hug is short, it is warm and soothing to both. As the two separate, both recognize the noticeable loss of warmth and comfort.

“It’s really great to meet you in person. I hope you don’t mind, but I remembered you saying you loved these; so, I picked these up for you.” Christian says shyly as he hands y/n the flowers. Her smile widens– she mentioned these flowers during their second conversation when he was trying to figure out which flowers to send his mother for her birthday.

“Wow, Chris! That is so thoughtful of you.” Y/N tries not to gasp–a man significantly younger than her put more effort into their first date than any other man had during a committed relationship.

As the date progresses, Christian realizes the pub is becoming busier. He tries not to panic and attempts to calm himself by remembering he doesn’t get recognized as much as Mason or Reece especially when he is out without them. It’s not that he wants to lie to Y/N, he just knows he wants to tell her in his own nonpublic way.

Christian feels a sense of relief when it is not until y/n is in the restroom that he is approached by an older man asking for an autograph and picture for his young grandson. The interaction is swift and when the man sees y/n approaching the table again, he thanks Christian, winks at him, and promptly walks away. Christian thanks his God for this small miracle.

“It’s getting to be a bit late. Unfortunately, I need to go back to work.” Y/N says with a sigh. It was the one part of a lunch date that had made her hesitate– she had to come to the date in her professional clothing and was limited to a few hours before she would need to return.

Christian smiles a bit sadly. “I hate that it has to end so quickly, but I understand not everyone is off today like me.”

After beckoning the waiter over and handing him his card to pay for their date, Christian swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I had a really great time and would like to see you again, if you are open to it.”

Y/N feels the heat in her face. “I would love to see you again.”

After receiving his card and helping y/n to put her jacket on, Christian escorts Y/N out into the chilly weather to catch her waiting taxi. Already anticipating her next move, Christian rushes around Y/N to open the taxi’s door and help her into it.

Feeling somewhat empowered by the man’s consistent gentlemanly ways, Y/N leans over and presses a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek as she enters the taxi.

“Let me know when you are available.” She whispers after thanking him again for the date.

As the taxi pulls away, Christian touching his kissed cheek, a man steps into his peripheral vision. The man begins to speak causing Christian to turn his head in the gentleman’s direction.

“Son, you have the same look on your face that I had when I met future wife, when my son-in-law looks at my daughter, and when my son looks at his wife. I hope it works out for you because I would love to say I witnessed the first date of Christian Pulisic and his wife.”

Quickly recognizing the man as the guy from the bar who asked for the autograph and photo, Christian responds nervously.

“She is great, but was it really that awkward and obvious it was a first date?”

The grandfatherly man laughs. “You are standing in the cold holding your cheek from a little peck. I think that makes it obvious. Good luck on Sunday, Pulisic. I’ll be cheering for you in more than one way!” The man continues to laugh as he walks away leaving Christian with a glowing red face.

Christian touches his kissed cheek again and thinks how much like a romcom this is turning out to be.

#football imagine #football x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fanfic #mason mount x oc #reece james #reece james x reader #soccer fanfiction

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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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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago

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war is on / christian pulisic

author's note: first part! thought about this like a 4-part series and the second one is already written so if you really want it i can post it later today! <3 i'd say enjoy it but it's more probable you'll suffer through it ajksks sorry. also, while plotting all of this i saw that @masonspulisic did something similar with mason so go check their story too 🤍

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summary: it seems like christian and you have called it quits. althought the reasons remain unknown to the public, speculation arises because of it.

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puliisblue bold of christian to have liked this when she's writing a whole album about him and their breakup lol

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ynandchristian what are the exciting news bestie we're still crying over you and your ex

part 2: battlefield

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ichibunnysblog · 2 years ago

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Okay I was going to save this for Halloween cuz it is kind of a spooky season prompt, but I'm too curious to see what my christian pulisic fanfic writers come up with (hopefully they see this lol)

Christian Pulisic x Reader

Chris is a descendent of the Benandanti (wolf/werewolf Witch hunters for Jesus) who wants nothing to do with the old family traditions because football ⚽️ and reader is a white mage.

Can be fluff, smut, whatever floats your boat. Just want to see how the promt inspires you.

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hischierswhore · 2 years ago

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compression shirt

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: NSFW // 18+ ONLY // minors dni // f!receiving oral sex // unprotected sex // pet names (princess) // dom!christian // sub!reader

A/N: based on the post-match video of Christian in his compression shirt. it did things to me. it changed me. also i don't usually write smut, so this is pretty bad BUT i felt obligated to write about that damn shirt

Chelsea just won their 3rd match in a row, winning today's match 1-3. Your boyfriend, Christian, was playing in the 2nd half of the match. You watched as the team celebrated their victory before heading off the pitch. Moments before they headed inside the changing rooms, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend without his jersey, leaving him in his beige compression shirt, which emphasized his muscles.

Your jaw dropped slightly at the sight, involuntarily letting out a gasp, which attracted the attention of a few of those around you. The way he looked was like something straight out of a Calvin Klein underwear ad: except if Calvin Klein had compression shirts.

You watched as he ran into the changing room before everyone else. You quickly collected your bag and made your way to the exit, where you knew he would be waiting for you.

By the time the rest of the team entered the changing room, Christian was already done showering. He kept his compression shirt on, as it was comfortable. When it seemed like all the other players had gone in for their showers, he took the opportunity to sneak out and leave the room.

As he made his way to the exit, he spotted you. His face lit up when he saw you approach. He looked happy. And sexy. You couldn't help but smile back at him as you stared at his body. The way the shirt accentuated his muscles and abs had you feeling things.

"What?" Christian asked as he could see you staring.

"Do I have something on my shirt?" He questioned playfully. You just gave him a soft kiss on the lips and shook your head no.

"I really like this shirt" You lightly pulled at the material that clung to his skin, while lightly running your fingers over his abs.

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed" He teased as you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, leading him to the car.

"Someone's in a rush" He commented as you began to drive home, giving him a look that told him to shut the hell up.

You drove to Christian's flat with only one thought in mind, which was the man sitting next to you and his muscles. As soon as he opened the door, you practically jumped on him and pushed him inside, pressing him against the wall.

Your eyes locked onto his muscles again, and you didn't notice anything else, besides how hard his body was pressing against yours. Your hands went right to his muscular chest and you let them roam freely over his abs. It was when your hands went lower that he stopped you, flipping you both over so he was now in control of the situation.

He now had you pressed up against the wall, his hands roaming freely over your body. The feeling was mutual, since he too had wanted nothing more than to touch you all day. Every inch of your body felt incredible to him.

You let out a moan as he let his lips trail down your neck, softly biting down on the sensitive skin. You could feel yourself getting turned on by what he was doing to you.

A tingle spread through your entire body from his ministrations, almost making you come instantly. Christian seemed to sense it because his movements suddenly stopped, and you were now being carried to his bedroom.

As he put you down on the bed, you could barely keep your eyelids open as you got used to having him hovering over you. He carefully removed your clothing, discarding it on the floor.

You felt his hands go to your breasts, and you moaned at the contact. The sensation made your whole body tremble, yet also aroused you even further. It was then that Christian started kissing down your stomach, until finally he moved between your legs.

He leaned forward, breathing hot air onto your most intimate parts, making you shiver. He then licked the crease of your thigh, before moving to kiss your inner thigh, making you shudder even more.

His tongue trailed slowly across your wet folds, and his hand slowly slid between your thighs, moving upward toward your sex. His finger curled gently around your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He sucked on your clit, making you jump, and your hips lifted toward him as you cried out in pleasure.

"You're this wet because of a shirt?"

"Mainly the person wearing the shirt" You managed to get out.

Christian chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. He wanted to make you lose control, wantonly grinding on his finger as it traveled from your entrance, up to your opening, before going back down to your clit.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his finger and mouth from your already sensitive area, causing you to gasp at the sudden loss of contact. You pulled away from you and began undressing himself, intentionally keeping his compression shirt on.

He noticed how your eyes never left his body, burning holes into the tight material he wore, causing a smirk to spread across his face.

He hovered over once again, kissing you passionately for a few moments.

"Chris, I need you" You whispered against his lips, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling his head back slightly.

He kissed you once more before aligning himself with your entrance. You felt his cock throbbing against your thigh, and a jolt of electricity shot through your body as he pushed himself into you.

You arched your back as you closed your eyes tightly, feeling your body tighten around his girth. Your legs immediately wrapped themselves around his back, urging him deeper. He thrust himself forward, hitting your walls with ease. He began sliding himself into you at a slow pace, easing his way into you.

Every push caused you to whimper. He began increasing his speed, causing you to bite your lip as you moaned his name over and over. Your body trembled with every slam he made, his pace never faltering.

You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter, filling your belly with heat. You could hear Christian gasping and grunting loudly as he continued to pound into you.

"Chris Chris Chris Chris Chris" You chanted over and over again as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, wanting him to cum inside you.

"Please Chris" You begged. Just when you thought he wasn't going to respond, he abruptly pulled out of you and slammed himself back inside you.

You let out a scream as he plowed into you, burying himself deep within you.

"Oh my god, yes!" You screamed.

"Let go for me, princess" He spoke as a strangled cry escaped your lips, causing you to lean backward as he pumped his seed deep inside you. You let out a loud sigh, as you felt your body quivering with ecstasy.

The aftershocks hit you like a tsunami, and you collapsed onto his chest, unable to do much else but ride the waves of pleasure that still coursed through your body.

When the last wave subsided, you both stayed like this for a few more minutes. Neither of you said anything; just basking in the moment. You just loved holding onto him like this.

"Wow. That was intense" He breathed out, still holding you in his arms.

"You're definitely going to be buying more of those compression shirts" You joked with a chuckle, causing him to laugh.

"I don't think I've ever been fucked like that" You added, leaning up to press your lips to his.

"If I'd known you'd like that shirt so much, I would have worn it sooner. Just tell me when you're ready for round two" He joked as well, bringing you to laughter.

The sound of Christian saying "round two" sent chills through you, yet the idea excited you immensely.

"Give me like, 10 minutes" You requested, causing Christian to raise an eyebrow at your words.

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