#jamal musiala smut

[s6lars]

dress.

a harmless prank leaves jamal acting unexpectedly and you're determind to find out why — even if it forces you to get dangerously close. (wc: 7.5k)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. jm42 x reader, ft. mathys tel

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. smut — mdni! with a good chunk of plot, jealous brother’s bsf jamal.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. cursing, drinking, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering + more

𝐀/𝐍. requested here, thank you for waiting patiently anon !! this is also my first time writing in months, i'm so terribly sorry that i'm rusty and it might not be my greatest work. but i hope you enjoy ! (also this is not proofread lol)

“Fuck!” you groan, examining the plastic bag in your hands.

“What? What’s wrong?” You chew on on your bottom lip, setting the bag on your thighs where you kneeled on the floor. You pick up your phone, flipping the camera so your friend could see on Facetime.

“They sent me the wrong one.”

Nothing destresses you quite as much as online shopping, and with your finals finished a few days ago, you’d gone crazy on the internet — fitting as much as your cart would allow it. The stack of boxes in your room began to pile as the orders came in one by one, and once they all did, you treated yourself to your own version of Christmas.

“Which one did you get originally?” your friend, Andrea, asks. You’ve been giving her an unboxing of everything you’d bought for yourself, opening packages on your bedroom floor with your speaker blasting Drake in the back.

“I ordered this in green, they gave it to me in black.” 

“Oh. Well, at least it’s the same dress right?” Andrea takes a bite out of the donut she’s eating. “I still think it looks nice.” “Yeah, me too. But I already have, like, 3 other black dresses,” you sigh.

“I think you should still try it on.” “You think?” “Yeah, why not? It’s just in a different color anyway.” Andrea’s right. You’re not really in the mood to go through the hassle of online returns and back-and-forth conversations with the seller. 

You leave your phone on your bedroom floor to get changed off-camera, standing in front of your mirror. The dress feels promising as you pull it out of the bag — it’s strapless, jet black in color with a few cutouts on the side joined by metal rings, exposing your sides. It feels smooth as you slide it on, the stretchy material hugging your curves and the hem stopping on your mid thighs.

“So…” You pick up your phone, showing the dress off to Andrea. “How does it look?”

Andrea gasps in awe, making you giggle at her reaction. “Oh my god, I think I’m liking this one the most so far,” she raves, and you look to the pile of the other dresses you’d bought on your floor.

You adjust the dress, smoothing it out, pulling the hem lower. The dress is gorgeous, hugging you in all the right places. You check yourself out in the mirror, feeling more confident the longer you have it on.

“This is so nice, actually. Who even cares about the color anymore, I’m obsessed,” you gush.

“Mhm. And you can wear it with that purse you bought, and with the gold jewelry as well,” Andrea suggests, and you hum in agreement. As she’s talking, you reach for your water bottle on your nightstand, disappointed when you realize it’s empty. “Hey, I’m gonna fill up my water, give me a sec,” you state, muting yourself and tossing your phone on your bed.

You waltz in the kitchen, bringing your speaker with you, taking advantage of the fact that you’re home alone. You incoherently hum along to SZA, waiting for your bottle to be filled — and a loud noise erupts from behind where you stood.

“BOO!” 

You shriek, body jolting forward, causing some of the water to spill on your dress and your speaker to almost fall loose from your grip.

“What the fu— Oh my god, J.” You’re met with familiar brown eyes as you turned around, seeing Jamal with his hands flat on the kitchen island where he’d slammed them. He giggles at your annoyance. 

To most, Jamal is Bayern’s starboy, a young player dazzling in the world of football. To you, he’s your brother’s best friend, and someone who shows up unannounced to your house a lot. Your older brother Noah works in the industry as an agent, and the two of them met many years ago as teenagers. Now, they’re close as ever — so close, that Noah trusts him enough to give him a spare keycard to your shared apartment.

You met Jamal not long after they hit it off, and you can safely say you’ve also become friends with him now.

Just friends. That’s all you’ll ever be.

Like Noah has stressed multiple times before.

You grab a towel, dabbing the wet spot on your dress. “What do you want, J?”

“Is Noah home?” “No. He went to the gym,” you respond, groaning, making sure your dissatisfaction is heard loud and clear. Once you do, you turn off the obnoxiously loud speaker that prevented you from hearing his entrance. 

“Without me?”

“Yeah, he needed the time alone, clearly,” you snap back, circling around the kitchen island to face him. As you do, Jamal’s eyes trail down your body, your dress now revealed, his face twisting in a mix of confusion and awe. 

“Bit early for a night out, no?” He says, clearly referencing to your dress. He’d be right, it’s only the early evening.

You look down at your dress before meeting his eyes again, seeing him shift uncomfortably. “Who said this was for a night out?”

He cocks his head to the side. “It’s not?”

The devil on your shoulder is telling you to get back at him for almost ruining your dress and breaking your speaker. If he can show up unannounced, why can’t you lie and pull a few strings? “No… it’s for a date.”

You lie straight through your teeth, making up a story as you go. Jamal’s jaw falls slack, like he’s about to say something, but then it closes before he does.

“A… date?” He heard you the first time. He just wants to know if you’re being serious.

And you keep pretending that you are. “Yeah, a date. Why’s that so shocking?” You fold your arms, leaning against the kitchen island.

Jamal pauses. “With who?” While you’re biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from laughing, he’s having none of it. His eyebrows are furrowed, his jaw tense as he questions you.

“With this guy from uni. He’s just so sweet,” you sigh dreamily for dramatic effect, dragging the gimmick as long as you could. “We’ve been talking for a while and now he wants to get serious.” “Serious?” 

“...Yeah. I really think we could be a thing.” Your face falters at Jamal’s deadpan response. You’re only joking with him, but even if you weren’t, why is the mention of a date getting him like this?

You succesfully pulled his strings— but you don’t know if you should be happy or not. Jamal looks at you, almost in offense, and you can practically see the steam coming off of his ears. You’ve known him for a while, and yet this is the first you’ve seen of him like this.

“Tell Noah I’m not hanging out today.” Jamal storms out the kitchen, your mouth falling agape at his reaction. You trail behind him, worried that you took it too far.

“What? No, Jamal wait—” He doesn’t spare a single glance as he marches out the door, slamming it in your face, sending the hinges rattling. You’re frozen in your spot, unable to move or even process what just happened for a few moments before you’re dragging yourself back to your room, still slightly shaken.

You grab your phone and unmute yourself, still seeing Andrea on the line.

“Hey.” 

“Hey, what took you so long?” She notices the startled look in your eyes, sitting up in her bed.

“Sorry. Jamal … came over earlier. It was weird,” you say, slumping against your headboard.

“Weird? Isn’t he your friend? Or a friend of your brother?”

“Yeah, but… well, I—” you exhale, taking the time to string your words properly. “I was joking around, but then he got really upset and stormed out,” you explain.

“What the hell?” “I know. I’ve never seen him that pissed off. Not because of me at least.”

“That’s so weird. All over a joke?” “Yeah.” “What a prick,” Andrea sneers.

“No, don’t say that.” You’re not sure why, but you don’t really want to tell Andrea that the joke in question involved you lying about going on a date. “Hey, I gotta go. Bye.” 

You abruptly end the call carelessly tossing your phone aside. Now that you’re alone, you stare at the ceiling, finally having the time to process the interaction. The mood has shifted now. An inkling creeps into your thoughts as to why Jamal got so defensive, but you shrug it off, terrified of its consequences, terrified it would manifest.

“It’s probably nothing,” you mumble to yourself. But is it? You’re tossing and turning in bed because something is telling you that it’s not just nothing, and you have to find out for yourself.

You have to talk to Jamal.

“You’re up early.”

Stopping in your tracks, you turn around to see Noah splayed on the living room couch, working on his laptop.

You take a sip from your mug, setting it down on the coffee table before replying. “And you’re home for once.”

Noah gets exceptionally busy during the transfer window. You’ve been getting used to spending weeks home alone, or only catching him in the early mornings or coming in late at night, but almost never when the sun was out. Part of you thinks it’s not just work that’s been holding up, though.

“You know how busy I get in January,” Noah says. He squints as he watches you sit adjacent to him, putting on your socks and shoes. “And where are you headed?”

You pause. “Just going on a walk.”

Noah doesn’t need to know that the walk in question is en route to Jamal’s house.

Last night, you went to bed uneasy, hoping you could sleep it off. You woke up this morning and nothing had changed, and that’s when you decided you had to talk to Jamal immediately or you’d explode by midday. Noah being home wasn’t part of your plans.

He’s always been a little protective, as all older brothers are to their sisters. You vividly recall when you first met Jamal at one of his infamous house parties— alone in the kitchen, getting drinks for your friends when he strolled in, starting a conversation. It was an instant connection, with you finding yourself taking your sweet time just to keep talking to him.

Of course, Noah barged in at one point, throwing his arm around you and escorting you out of the kitchen himself, not before interrogating you on your conversation with Jamal.

Although he’s loosened up since, you know Noah would start getting skeptical if you told him you were headed to Jamal’s place first thing in the morning. But what Noah doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Right, bye.” Just as you stand up to leave, Noah interrupts.

“Wait! Can you get some sandwiches from the café when you come back? Thanks!” 

“As long as you pay me back!” you chime, already halfway out the door.

The walk to Jamal’s place is a rare but not unfamiliar one. You live not too far away, and there have been countless times where you had to pick Noah up after a night out, so you knew the way well. You could’ve taken your car, but you decided you need the extra time for yourself, deciding on a walk.

You’re not really sure what you’re getting out of this. Your mind fluctuates between feeling like this is the right thing to do and the urge to turn back and buy those sandwiches Noah was talking about earlier.

But you never do, and now you’re standing in front of his doorway.

Unlike with your house, Jamal’s never given you a spare set of keys so you can waltz into his at any given moment. You take a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, your heart beating out of your chest as you do.

Silence. You ring the doorbell a few more times, hearing the soft pattering of footsteps behind the door. 

You fix your hair and adjust your clothes, awaiting Jamal’s arrival. 

Instead, you’re met with the sight of a woman when the door swings open.

A half-naked woman.

She looks slightly older than you, dressed in only a sports bra and sweats, her hair tussled like she just woke up. You’re both looking at each other up and down, confused. This is the first you two have seen of each other.

“Can I help you?” She’s the first to break the silence. You reluctantly meet her gaze. There’s a weird territorial atmosphere lingering between you two, like the person standing before you shouldn’t be here.

“Uh, I’m looking for Jamal,” you say, your voice coming out a lot shakier than you anticipated. A pit continues to grow in your stomach. You probably should have turned back home when you had the chance.

“Oh, he’s in the shower.”

Your heart drops. You’re not an idiot, and you’re no child— you can put two and two together. Neither is Jamal, and you know he probably hooks up with someone whenever he gets the chance. But why does that bother you so much? And why are you only feeling this way now?

You’re lost in your thoughts, and the woman waves a hand in front of your face, trying to pull you back to reality.. “Did you need anything? He’ll probably take a while.”

You shake your head, already getting ready to take off. “Just tell him I was joking yesterday.”

“Huh?” Turning around on your heels, you leave the woman hanging, walking away from the door. Whatever you were expecting to happen when you got to Jamal’s place, it surely isn’t this.

You glare straight ahead, not caring for whoever you bumped into. All you knew was just in that moment, you had to get as far away as possible from Jamal’s house. And so you did, marching as far as your legs would take you, until beads of sweat ran down your temples and your breathing turned heavy.

Maybe Noah was right in trying to put some distance between you two.

Meanwhile, Jamal dries himself off with a towel as he leaves his bathroom. He walks into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, passing by his front door, seeing the girl he picked up last night standing by.

She hears his footsteps as he comes down the stairs, turning to face him. “Morning, baby,” she coos, putting on the best lovey-dovey voice she could muster.

Jamal winces at the remark. “I’ll get you a taxi after you shower,” he replies, walking right past her and into the kitchen. The girl rolls her eyes, groaning silently. She doesn’t know why she keeps trying to get closer to him when all they’re doing this for is sex.

“Some girl came over while you were in the shower, by the way,” she brazenly states, hoping to get his attention for once. 

“Who?” “Like I know. She just came by and asked if you were here, and then told me to tell you that she was just joking yesterday?”

It works. Jamal stops dead in his tracks. “And what did she look like?” The girl starts describing how you looked from the short appearance you made earlier. The more she speaks, she sees the gears turning in Jamal’s head as he puts two and two together, ultimately realizing that you had gone all the way to his house just to talk to him.

He looks at the girl before him. She came all the way to his house, probably to apologize, just to be met with one of his random hookups who he barely even spoke to outside his bedroom.

Jamal’s eyes widen in realization at how horribly he’d fucked up, abandoning his breakfast and rushing back up the stairs.

“Where are you going? Who is she?” The girl asks, waving her hand to get his attention, though all her calls are ignored as he shoves his way into his room to go looking for his phone, unplugging it from where it was charging on his nightstand.

His fingers rapidly dart across the screen as he types out a message, a desperate attempt at reaching you before it was too late.

[07:42] jamal: did you come over earlier? [07:43] jamal: i promise it’s not what it looks like [07:43] jamal: we can talk if you want to [07:43] jamal: just the two of us

Your phone buzzes four seperate times as you stand in line at the café down the street from your apartment building. Sometime during your walk, Noah had transferred some money into your account for both breakfast and you figured you needed the distraction.

It didn’t last long as you pulled your phone from your pocket, seeing the notifications from Jamal poured in. You shut your eyes, collecting your emotions before you shoved it back in, fixing your hair in frustration.

Out of sight, out of mind. Jamal got his chance when you were at his doorstep, willing, and he you weren’t about to give him a second. The fact that he thinks you would sets something off in you.

He watches as his texts stay on delivered. Deep down, he knows you read them through your lockscreen, and now you were choosing to deliberately ignore him. He stares at the screen in defeat, before another text comes in.

[08:01] noah: you’re coming over tomorrow night yeah?

The party. Noah had invited him and some other players to hang out before the season started, a tradition that’s persisted in the friend group for years. It’s hosted at his place this time around, a golden oppportunity.

Jamal has to talk to you.

For the first time in his life, Jamal regrets going to a party.

He’s used to having a blast, used to being the man in any room he walks into, instantly greeted by faces both familiar and unfamiliar, desperate to show him around— desperate to be seen with him.

Now, he throws his head back agains the wall of Noah’s living room, drink in hand, asking himself why he even left the house today.

Jamal arrived extra early to his friend’s place, hoping to catch you in a moment alone before it got busy. To his dismay, Noah informed him that you’d been out since the morning. Then he had to help him clean. A total nightmare.

He’s not so sure if you knew he was coming today, or just so happened to not be at home. Whatever the reasoning, he’d rather not have turned up altogether had you not been here.

While he’s drinking away his sorrows, you’re pushing him out of your mind as you spent the day with your friends. Shopping, going to the spa, more shopping, bar hopping— it was a perfect day.

Your smile quickly faded when you came home and was greeted with a crowd of men in your living room.

“Hey! You’re home,” Noah greets, pulling you into a hug. He gives you a look of guilt as he sees your eyes squint in confusion, knowing he didn’t tell you he was inviting people over.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But I figured you’d be out the whole day!” he reasons. 

“You’re so fucking annoying, I hope you know that,” you sneer, and Noah can’t fight back. You scan the crowd, seeing a few familiar faces. If it wasn’t for them, you would have cussed him out right then and there.

He knows you’re tired from going out all day, he knows you just want to rest. “Okay, listen, this isn’t anything crazy, we’re just gonna drink and talk, no loud music or inviting more people. It’s just my friends.”

Friends. You scan the crowd once more. If Noah ever mentions anything about friends, one person is almost always involved.

Jamal. You lock eyes with him, he’s been staring at you from across the room since you walked in the door. There’s a mix of anger, frustration and yearning brewing in your chest. You want to shove him down a flight of stairs. You also want to run into his arms. It’s complicated.

Noah shoves a can of beer in your hands, and you finally look away from Jamal. “Here, take this. Loosen up,” he says before leaving. You sip away your unwanted emotions and wince like it stings going down. 

Knowing Jamal is here and with the intention of talking to you sparks an idea in your brain, washing a boost of confidence over your body. He can’t look away from you and you know it, and you had to take this chance in sending him a message.

Your message comes in the form of a youngster sitting on the living room couch.

“Mathys!” You approach him, arms wide to pull him in for a hug that seems a little too friendly in Jamal’s eyes. He grips his glass harder.

“Hey! When did you come in?” he asks, and you sit next to him, grazing your thigh against his. You take a big swig from the can, needing the extra tenacity.

“Not too long ago.” You start talking to Mathys about your day, striking up a normal conversation. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch glimpses of Jamal glancing at you from time to time. It’s not enough. You want him to feel the way you did when you showed up on his doorstep the other day.

Mathys was happily recounting his encounter with some rapper he’d crossed paths with when you put your hand on his leg, rubbing his thigh up and down. You leaned in to his ear, covering your mouth to avoid Jamal from reading your lips. He jumps slightly at the motion, you’re never this close to him.

“Can I tell you something?” He nods, scared but intrigued.

“I’m trying to piss Jamal off. Will you help me?” Similarly to Jamal, you and Mathys have always been close friends. He’s younger than you, so you’ve always viewed him like a little brother more than anything, but that’s not to say you don’t appreciate his company. You knew he would definitely be down to help you tonight.

Mathys pulls away, searching deep in your eyes for certainty. He discovers you’re serious.

A smirk plays on his face as he nods slowly to himself. He’s not stupid, he quickly pieces things together. If he’s being honest, he’s always known something was going on between you and Jamal anyway. “Alright, alright. Deal.” “Deal, yeah? If anything I do gets too far, just tell me,” you assure.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be worth it in the end. Do what you must,” he says, winking.

It didn’t take long for the ball to start rolling. It starts off innocent — you laugh just a little too loud at one of his jokes, planting your palm on his chest as you do, playing with your hair. The small gesture has Jamal shifting uncomfortably where he stood.

It wasn’t enough.

You pull out your phone, asking Mathys if he wants a picture. He extends one arm behind you on the couch, leaning into you. Wrapping his shoulders with your free arm, you pushed your heads together, scooting closer to him, to the point where your legs were folded over his thighs. Jamal knows what you’re doing now, and it’s driving him to insanity. Yet, he stands there, unmoving.

It wasn’t enough.

The final straw came from Mathys. You tipped your drink as far back as you could, trying to get the last few sips from the can. A few stray drops landed on the corner of your mouth instead, dribbling down your chin as you raised your hand below it to make it stop. 

He reaches over to catch the beer with his thumb, cupping your face, gently swiping your lips.

Jamal storms out of the living room.

Mathys takes his hand off of you immediately afterwards, and you two share a laugh, feeling achieved. “Well, he’s really pissed now,” he remarks.

“Good.”

He glances at you in curiousity at your deadpan, sly response. He had fun doing this whole tidbit with you, but he doesn’t even know why you’re doing it in the first place. “What’d he even do to you for you to do this?”

“Long story,” you say it in a way that lets him know you’re not going to go into further detail. You stand up from the couch, bag in hand. “I’ll be in my room. Thanks Mathys, that was fun.” He winks at you, clicking his tongue in response.

You made the walk to you room with your head held high in victory. The message you were delivering was definitely heard by Jamal, loud and clear. He’s not the only one that gets to mess around with whoever he wants. 

You kick your heels off, throwing your bag on the floor and plopping down on the bed, scrolling on your phone. Tossing and turning, you ended up curled with your back facing the door, and that’s when it barges open.

“Hey.” You turn around, it’s Noah. You go back to scrolling on your phone.

“What do you want?” “I’m not gonna be at home tonight, yeah? Most of the guys already left anyway. Just wanted to let you know,” he says, rambling. “It’s just, work stuff…” You roll your eyes. Noah’s always been bad at keeping secrets, especially when it involves girls.

“Yes Noah, I’ll be fine alone while you go spend the night with that girl you met in Berlin. We all know you like her.” You don’t even have to look at Noah to know his mouth had fallen slack, the words being ripped from his throat.

“Man. That bad, huh?” Noah chuckles. “Alright, I’m leaving. Bye,” he says, shutting the door behind him.

A few minutes pass as you lied there unmoving. still scrolling through your feed when the door opens a second time. You hear the hinge creak open and the click of the knob as the person enters your room without saying a word.

You sit up straight, looking behind you. “Mathys? Is that y—” It’s Jamal. Daggers shoot from his eyes, watching you roll your eyes and go back to using your phone.

“What do you want, Jamal?” you groan. The fact that you’re not calling him by his usual nickname, not bothering to even spare a glance has his face contorting.

“Since when have you and Mathys been that close?” His voice is deep, interrogative, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t tense up at his tone, chills arising through your body.

You build up the courage to face him properly, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Why should I tell you about the people I’m hanging out with?”

“Hanging out?” he spits in disbelief, vitriol laced in his words.

“Yeah! Hanging out, Jamal, what’s so wrong about that? Huh?” you exclaim. You can’t believe the sheer hypocrisy in his words. “You’re one to judge, at least I was only talking to Mathys anyway.” “He had his hand around your neck and he was just gawking at your body the whole time, don’t act stupid!” he snaps back, raising his hands and dropping them to his sides.

You jump onto your feet. “At least I don’t go around fucking other girls as soon as one of them stops giving me attention!” Jamal’s eyes widen, offended. You both know what you were referring to.

“You told me you were going on a date with someone! You said he was the one — how the fuck was I supposed to know you were joking?!” He takes a few steps closer.

You struggle to find the right response, your mouth periodically opening and closing. He’s got a point. You hate that he does. “You didn’t even give me the chance to explain myself! You just stormed out of the house!”

“Yeah, of course! After hearing you say that, of course I did!” “Why?!” you ask, watching his eyes go wide, his mouth shut, unable (or maybe not wanting) to respond. “Tell me why.” Now it’s you who takes a step closer, and Jamal’s at arms length, causing you to look up at him as you speak.

He says nothing back. 

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“That’s what I thought,” you mumble. You move past him, lightly bumping your shoulders together as you do to convey your anger. You need to get a drink from the kitchen, and hopefully by the time you come back, Jamal will be gone.

Just as your fingers graze the doorknob, a strong grip gets a hold of your arm. It all happened so fast. One second you were facing the door, the next — your back hit the wall, and Jamal’s lips were on yours.

The kiss was hungry, one of Jamal’s hands on the back of your head, tilting it to kiss you deeper, the other on your waist. Your arms naturally wrapped around his neck, scratching the back of his head, pulling him closer.

One of Jamal’s knees slipped between your legs, rubbing against your crotch. A breathy moan escaped your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. It was a messy, desperate kiss — a clash of teeth and tongue, Jamal making up with his lips what he can’t with his voice.

Jamal runs his hands up and down your dress. Your dress — it’s the same one you wore a few days ago, when you first got into the argument. It’s driving him crazy and you know it, it’s evident in the way he trails his mouth lower to your neck and down to your exposed cleavage.

“Jl,” you whine, teetering on a plea. He presses his forehead against yours, watching your eyes trained on him, your lipstick smeared and loose strands flying from your hair. He don’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful.

“This dress looks so good on you.” It’s all he can say before he’s kissing you again, a lot softer this time around.

“Mhm. Wore it just for you,” you breathe in between kisses. “Now take it off, please.” Your voice, your words, they rush straight to his cock. 

“Jump,” he instructs, and you do. Jamal walks over to your bed, plopping you on the soft pillows, his lips moulding against yours the whole time. He presses kisses lower on your neck, sucking, biting, being sure to leave a trail of purple marks for to blossom tomorrow morning.

Jamal takes the cut of your dress in his hands, pulling the fabric down, groaning at the sight of you without a bra. He wastes no time in swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, causing you to throw your head back, wrapping your legs around his waist. He sucks and pulls with his teeth, moulding the other with his hands before switching, grinding down on your clothed core.

Once he’s satisified, he takes one last look at your tits — now glossy with his spit and marked purple, before climbing lower down your body. He bunches the material of your dress up your waist, exposing your panties to him.

Jamal takes hold of your legs, pressing a kiss to your crotch, smirking when your back arches, whining at the contact. 

“Fuck, don’t tease, please.” Your hand pushes his head closer to where you’re dripping, where you want him the most.

Jamal chuckles at your desperation, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them carelessly aside. He spreads your lips, cursing under his breath when he sees the string of wetness that’s accumulated.

“You’re soaked,” he says, planting delicate kisses to the inside of your thighs, intently watching how you jolt at each one.

“Jamal, please.” He loves it when you beg. 

“Shh, I know, baby.” And he finally licks one long strip up your pussy, relishing in the way a moan is punched from your lips. You’re lucky your brother is out for the night, because he’s certain it can be heard through the walls.

He plants a few more kisses before spreading your lips, delving his tongue in your hole. Your thighs clamp shut around his head, but his strength pries them open. He alternates between fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit, swirling figure-eights on it.

You’re a writhing mess, your throat dry from moaning and calling his name over and over. Jamal never wants to stop hearing the pretty noises you make.

He continues to push his tongue in your cunt, using his thumb to circle your clit, doubling the pleasure. He explores your walls, finding the spongy spot that punches a particularly loud moan from your throat.

“Fuck! Don’t—ah—don’t stop,” you beg, and Jamal is happy to oblige. He moans into your pussy, the vibrations rushing through your body. He feels you get wetter by the second, your juices coating his mouth and running down the sheets.

Your breathing is short and erratic, your fingers tugging at his hair as your orgasm washes over you, cumming all over Jamal’s mouth. He licks the slick running down your inner thighs, pressing some final few kisses to your clit before hovering over you, meeting your eyes.

The sight of Jamal above you is nothing short of glorious — his chin glossy from your juices, his eyes blown out and his lips plump and swollen. He can say the same for you below him, once snappy and sarcastic now panting and ruined.

You cup his cheek, adorlingly gazing into his eyes before tasting yourself on his tongue. He takes your wrists, one by one, pinning them above your head with one hand.

“Need to make sure you can take me, baby,” he coos. “Is that okay?” You nod rapidly. You’d say yes to anything if he asked.

Jamal chuckles, his free hand trailing lower down your body and finding your clit. You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, bucking up into his hand when he does.

“J—oh.” He slips a finger into your cunt, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw falls agape as you do. He pumps slowly at first, feeling your pinned hands try to escape his grip, but he pushes them down harder.

After a few moments, he slips another one in, filling you with two digits. “Shit,” you whine, closing your eyes shut.

“You can take it, yeah?” he asks. 

“Mhm, I can take more, a lot more.” Jamal feels his cock throb in his pants, desperate to be freed. He picks up the pace, and you squirm beneath him, taking your bottom lip in your teeth.

Jamal pushes deeper, curling his fingers inside your walls. Every time he fucks into you, his palm rubs against your clit, only adding to the pleasure. Once he finds your sweet spot, he relentlessly goes faster, chasing your second orgasm.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you blabber, unable to focus on anything else than the feeling of Jamal’s fingers.

“Hey, look at me,” he instructs, and eyes shoot open on instinct, seeing his brown eyes bore into yours.

“Want to see how you look when you cum.” 

You struggle in keeping your eyes open but do so to the best of your ability, your chest heaving up and down as your moans get more sporadic. Jamal is lost in your eyes, his wrist starting to tire from his movements. After one rough push of his hands, shockwaves rippling through your body as your second orgasm washes over you.

Slick runs down your thighs, onto the bedsheets and on Jamal’s wrist. He pulls out, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact before he licks them clean, tasting every last drop. Jamal sits up on his heels and you follow suit, kneeling in front of him. You grab the hem of his shirt, quickly pushing it up and over his head, exposing his torso. You’re entranced by his physique, trailing your nails down his chest and abs. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you into a kiss.

“Fuck me, J,” you plead in between kisses, and how could he say no?

“Get on all fours.” You flip over, arching your back, hanging your ass in the air for him. You hear the clink of his belt as he pulls down his trousers, watching from over your shoulder.

“I told you to take my dress off,” you remind him, lightening the mood a bit. You have to stifle back a moan as he spreads your ass, pulling you flush against the shape of his bulge, lowly moaning when he does. 

Jamal pauses for a moment. “Nah.” He pulls his boxers down, taking his cock in his hands, hard and throbbing, jerking himself off before aligning the tip with your pussy.

“Wanna fuck you in it.” 

He slides his cock up and down your slit before pushing into you in one long stroke. A long moan is drawn from your throat as your head drops, feeling him slowly stretch you out, stopping until his pelvis was flush with your ass. 

It takes a few moments for you to adjust to his size, hearing Jamal whisper soft praises as he grips your hips, rolling his slowly to help. Once you do, he pulls back out, only living the tip in your cunt, before slamming back in and finding a rhythm.

“Shit,” you spit through a mix of moans and curses, feeling him push into you over, and over, and over. After a particulary rough snap of his hips, your elbows give out under you, causing you to bury your face in the sheets, arching your back harder.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” You hear Jamal breathe from behind you. His eyes are trained on where you’re taking him raw, seeing the glossy sheen coat his shaft, glowing underneath your bedroom lights.

His hands are rough where he gropes, alternating between bunching your dress up higher, spreading your ass and gripping your hips, slamming you against him harder. 

Jamal pulls you up to his chest, one hand loosely hanging around your neck. You can barely process the change of position until you feel his bare chest flush against your back.

His lips curl into a smirk, watching your mouth slightly open, the filthiest of sounds pouring out into his ears, spit welling in its corners. Your eyes struggle to stay open, your head lulling on his shoulder.

“Don’t—ah—don’t stop, please,” you blabber, drunk on his hips snapping up into you. 

Jamal plants a featherlight kiss on your temple. “Never.” He plants another. “So good, so good for me.”

He moulds his lips against yours, a messy clash of teeth and tongue. You struggle to kiss back, only whining into his mouth.

The knot in your stomach grows tighter by the second, your moans getting increasingly higher pitched by the second, your face contorting in pleasure. You’re close, Jamal knows it too.

“I’m close, fuck.” You reach out to him behind you, trying to lock him in place so he doesn’t stop. Not like he was planning on it, anyway.

Jamal twitches inside you, and you know he’s close too. His thrusts get sloppier, more sporadic, chasing your high before his own.  “Cum for me, go on,” he coos, lips ghosting over your earlobe. 

He reaches around your torso, his fingers finding your clit, circling figure-eights. It’s all it takes for your orgasm to wash over you in waves, sending your thighs shaking. Jamal doesn’t stop, he fucks you through it all, pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder, fingers still trained between your thighs. Jamal pulls out, causing you to hiss at the sudden sensation of being empty. You’re spent, chest heaving and sticky with sweat, but you still find the energy to turn around, facing him. He’s jerking himself off in his hands, his cock red and throbbing, begging for a release.

You look up at him with mischievous eyes, his own watching your every move. You pull your dress up and over your head, leaving yourself bare in front of him, sitting on your heels.

Jamal kneels high above you, groaning when he watches you push your tits together, inviting him closer. His head tips back when you stick your tongue out, kitten licking the tip of his cock, tasting the precum dripping from its head.

Strings of white liquid are painted across your chest as Jamal cums, shuddering. You feel some hit your chin, darting your tongue to get a taste, never breaking eye contact.

He cups your chin, pressing his lips onto yours, leaving chaste kisses. You both stay like that for a while, lazily making out, smiling against each other’s lips.

Jamal plants one final kiss before pulling away. “Stay here, I’ll get you cleaned up.” He walks in your bathroom, leaving with a towel and a water bottle he’d found somewhere not long after. 

You let him gently swipe the towel against your chest, his hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin. While you two sat in silence, it wasn’t an awkward one, far from it. It was comforting. It felt familiar, this domesticity. It felt natural.

You don’t say anything when he pulls you to lay on his chest. You don’t say anything when he pulls the blanket over you two, turning off the lights. You just focus on his heartbeat.

A throbbing headache has been your alarm these past few mornings, and today is no different.

The sunlight spills through the cracks in your curtains, bleeding through your shut eyelids. You slowly ease into consciousness, sitting up and rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

The first thing that hits you is the cold. A shiver runs through your body, instinctively pulling the blanket closer to you.

The second thing that hits you is your lack of clothes. You blink away the drowsiness, examining yourself, completely bare. Peculiar, but not unfamiliar.

The third thing that hits you is the weight on the opposite side of your bed when you yank the comforter. Your eyes widen at the sight of an undressed Jamal, blanket only covering so much, stirring awake next to you. His toned abs in full display, glowing golden in the sunlight.

It doesn’t take long for your brain to floor your memories of recollections from last night. You wince, face scrunching in disbelief as the images flashed in your head one by one.  What were you thinking?

You bend down to grab the first article of clothing you could find — Jamal’s shirt. Not ideal but it’ll do. You put it on to cover yourself, standing up with the plan of getting as far away from him as possible.

A strong grip on your arm stops your plans. 

Jamal calls your name, voice gruff and thick with the early morning. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the sound.

“Where are you headed?” he asks, adoringly.

No. This is wrong. You can’t think of him that way, someone who’s supposed to be irrevocably off-limits — so you get right to the point.

“Jamal.” His eyebrows furrow at the sound of you calling his full name. You’re never in a good mood when you do. “This, this cant… we can’t…” You watch him look up at you like he was expecting this from a mile away. 

With one pull, he tugs you back in bed, causing you to sit on his lap, albeit not fully. You don’t want to run away from him, deep down you know you don’t, and he knows that too. 

“Why? You scared of Noah?” 

You’re not sure how to respond.

“This isn’t even, I mean, we’re not even…” you struggle to string the right words together.

Jamal cups your cheek and you melt into his touch. Your words say one thing but your body suggests another. 

“I like you, I really do. I know I didn’t get the chance to say it last night,” he assures. You feel your cheeks heat at the sudden confession. “I don’t want to see you with someone else. I don’t want to act like I’m perfectly fine when you bring up some other guy.” You look deep into his eyes with a look that says, me too. After last night you knew you and Jamal would never be the same, for better or for worse. You pick the former.

“And especially not Mathys, Jesus.” You chuckle, finally lightening up. “Out of all the people you wanted to use to make me jealous, you chose him. Blegh.”

The giggles leaving your chest are unabashed the second time around. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, and it sucked.” Jamal’s palm lets go of your face, dropping down to take your hand in his. He resumes to his original point. “I want this, okay? I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to see you in my shirt every day,” he says while fumbling with the hem of his shirt hanging off your frame. 

“I want you.” 

You wrap an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in closer, this time properly sitting on his lap. “Never took you for such a romantic, J.” 

He stifles in a laugh, pressing his forehead against yours before closing the gap. You’re finally his.

[starlitmelanin]

Hey, can you write smut with Musiala, when you are friends and one day reader asks him to teach her do blowj and then it turns to sx🤭 if you can’t I will understand

private lessons | jamal musiala

pairing - jamal x fem!reader

word count - 1.4k

warnings - contains smut (18+, mdni)

jamal was your guy.

he was the one who always knew what to say, the one you could talk to about absolutely anything. you and him quite literally shared everything with each other, from your dreams right down to your weirdest experiences. there was a kind of comfort in your friendship that made sharing easy, sometimes maybe too easy. so, when the topic of sex came up one day, it really wasn't a big deal.

you admitted, somewhat shyly, that you'd never gone down on a guy. and maybe you were reading too much into it, you probably were, but you could have sworn that you saw jamal's eyes darken for a moment, a flash of something you couldn't quite place, as he responded with a casual, "i could teach you, you know. just say the word."

it was lighthearted, disguised as a playful quip, a throwaway comment, and you both laughed it off, but the idea lingered in your mind longer than you cared to admit.

weeks later, you found yourself at his place, a couple of drinks in hand, the evening winding down into that comfortable silence that always felt like home.

maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way jamal would occasionally look at you when he thought you weren't paying attention, but boldness crept in, and you blurted out something you'd only ever thought about in the privacy of your own mind.

the words tasted almost sinful on your tongue, and when you asked him to teach you how to do it, jamal's expression was something you wanted to memorise. his eyes widened just a fraction before a slow, suggestive smile spread across his face.

he didn't seem thrown off, and why would he be? although he'd never voiced it, he'd always been attracted to you. sure, this was new territory for both of you, but the prospect excited him more than he was willing to admit.

"you're serious?" he asked, his gaze softening but still holding an intensity that made your stomach flip.

you nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline mixed with a hint embarrassment. you and jamal were tight, sure, but this was still unconventional, so naturally, you'd feel a bit embarrassed. "yeah, i mean, only if you're okay with it. i've just... never done it before, and i trust you."

the way you were looking at him — so willing, so eager. it was satisfying in a way he couldn't quite describe. how could he refuse you?

it started off lighthearted, the two of you laughing awkwardly as you settled into a comfortable position. and when you finally got on your knees in front of him, the carpet soft beneath you, the atmosphere immediately shifted.

"okay, first of all, relax," he said, his voice soothing. "no pressure, yeah?" he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "it's just me."

you took a deep breath and nodded. "just you," you repeated, more to convince yourself than anything.

jamal started to unbutton his pants, and you watched, feeling a rush of nerves and anticipation. and when he freed himself, you couldn't help but stare. he was already hard, and the sight made your mouth water.

jamal noticed your reaction and chuckled softly, stroking your cheek. "open up," he instructed, his voice gentle but authoritative.

you did as he said, your mouth parting obediently. there was something incredibly satisfying about him teaching you, about being the first guy to have you like this. he revelled in it, and you could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at you, like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen — too innocent.

he guided you with his hands, showing you how to position your lips, and you took him into your mouth, your movements awkward at first. it was an unfamiliar sensation, the taste of him, the feel of him against your tongue.

you were inexperienced, unsure of yourself, but jamal was patient. he guided you, his hands tangled in your hair as he set the pace, showing you what he liked. as he began to slowly thrust, you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, the expression on his face one of pure bliss.

the more you relaxed into it, the more you found yourself enjoying it. the taste of him, the sound of his moans, the way his hips jerked involuntarily when you did something right. you felt powerful, in control in a way you hadn't expected. you loved the way he responded to you, the way his eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at you.

"good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with arousal, and you felt a strange sense of pride as he groaned louder, his fingers tightening in your hair. "just like that."

you gagged a little as he pushed farther into your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you didn't stop. you didn't want to.

jamal groaned above you, his grip growing tighter as you took him deeper. "fuck, you're doing so good, y/n," he praised, his voice strained.

the sound of his approval sent a thrill through you, spurring you on. you wanted to keep making him feel good, wanted to show him how much potential you had. you craved his validation.

you could feel him throbbing against your tongue, and you knew he was close. when he released into your throat, the sensation was overwhelming. the warmth, the taste, the sheer intimacy of it all. it was intoxicating.

you could feel the slickness of your saliva mixing with your tears, your makeup smeared, as you swallowed, savouring the last taste of him. it was messy, raw, and so unlike anything you had ever experienced. but it was perfect, so euphoric it made your head spin.

you looked up at him, your eyes still watery and your cheeks flushed. you loved it. you loved the way he made you feel, the way he took control.

you needed more.

"please," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "i want more."

jamal's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. he bent to your level, cupping your face in his hands.

"you sure?" he asked, his thumb brushing over your glistening lips.

you nodded, your pulse quickening at the thought of going all the way with him. you wanted this, wanted him. "yeah, i'm sure."

he kissed you then, his lips gentle but insistent. it was a stark contrast to the fervent intensity of moments before, but it was no less overwhelming. you melted into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt as he pulled you to your feet.

he guided you to his bed, his movements slow and deliberate. he wanted to savour this, to make sure you felt every moment, every touch.

undressing you carefully, his hands explored your body with a reverence that made your breath catch. he took his time, kissing and caressing every inch of you until you were a trembling, needy mess beneath him. and when he finally entered you, it was like coming home. he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was almost too much, but you didn't want it to stop.

the passion between you was almost hypnotic, too beautiful. he was gentle but demanding, his touch both comforting and electrifying. he knew this was your first time, and he catered to you, making sure you felt nothing but pleasure.

you were lost in him, in the way he made you feel. it was everything you had never known you wanted. clinging to him, your nails dug into his back as he took you until you were a quivering, moaning mess beneath him.

and when you finally came, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, a wave of bliss that crashed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling. he followed soon after, his release perfectly blending with yours.

you lay there together, your bodies intertwined, your breath warm against his chest. but as the euphoria began to fade, reality started to creep back in.

how could you return to merely being friends after this? how could you look at jamal and not remember the way he just made you feel, the way he just took you apart and put you back together?

you were screwed, and you knew it. but as you lay there in his arms, you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. you had trusted him, and he had given you something so lovely — something unparalleled.

things would definitely be tricky, going forward. but you and jamal would figure it out. you always did.

[saleeba]

infatuated ; jamal musiala 🥀

summary ♡ just a short, sweet smut about sucking dick innit <3

pairing ♡ jamal musiala x gn!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, oral (m receiving), cum eating, zero plot as per usual 😍

a/n ♡ requested by this lovely anon!! i’m not too in touch with jamal but he seems adorable so i just wanted to explore him a little more with this short fic!! i hope u guys like it esp u anon :D

there was no feeling in the world that could come close to what your mouth feels like on his cock for jamal. not even winning a match nor scoring a goal could fill him with so much elation, he was just that infatuated with you.

when you innocently asked if you could feel him cum in your throat before he had even put a leg into bed, he was far from taken aback, the softness of your voice immediately pulling his lips to yours to place a deep kiss before he replied with a yes please.

and there the two of you had been for the past few minutes — jamal’s legs spread to accommodate your body, flat on your stomach and lips wrapped around the seething-red tip of his cock, not yet wanting to move further, not wanting to rush any bit of this.

“baby, please don’t tease,” jamal whimpered, hips bucking in an attempt to seek relief further into your warm mouth. luckily for you, you had a hand on the base of his cock, your grip just enough to hold him down before you pulled yourself off to scold him.

“i’m not teasing, jamal,” you say with a painted pout on your face. you knew you were teasing, he knew you were teasing, but you still feigned being offended, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to deny you and would let you have your own way. “now, will you let me do what i need to do?”

before jamal could dare to speak out in defense, you tongued his tip, leaving the tiniest kitten licks on the head before you navigated your mouth to the tiny hole in the middle, puckering up to sip away at it. he sighed in defeat, although taking note of how you hadn’t done that before but yet welcoming the new sensation of your mouth giving special attention to his most sensitive part.

“where did you learn to do that?” jamal quizzed, panting as his fingers found refuge stroking your cheek. “i mean, i’m not complaining but-”

“dunno, it was an intrusive thought, i think,” you cut him off with a giggle, hand wrapping around his cock to keep it occupied while you two conversed. you said the next part whilst avoiding eye contact with him, shyness casting your gaze to where your hand was working him slowly. “just wanna drink all of you in.”

the shyness didn’t stop you from taking jamal’s dick back into your mouth though, finally granting his wish of engulfing the throbbing length deeper into you. jamal’s moans dropped a couple of octaves as you moved lower, cheeks pulling in to suck tighter around him while your head dipped up and down.

“oh, fuck, baby,” he huffed out as your tongue talentedly swirled around him, lips running along the few prominent veins on his pretty cock. “you’re taking me so fucking well, love the way your mouth feels, oh fuck!”

his muttering was cut off by the way you sloppily mouthed at his balls, tongue laid flat to coat the smooth skin in your spit as your fingers focused on jerking the first two inches of his cock off. already missing the way he filled your mouth to the brim, you replaced your fingers with your swollen lips, head easily sweeping down to let his tip kiss the back of your throat.

the sounds coming out of jamal’s mouth were becoming desperate with each passing second, his lungs operating even harder to push out sighs and pants of pleasure, which set off your own arousal; the butterflies in your tummy flew even wilder.

“you’re fucking unreal, baby,” jamal praised you, lungs still grabbing onto oxygen to make sure you were hearing how good your mouth felt around him. “gonna cum right inside that tight throat, want you to take it all, angel,”

you moaned around his length, a muffled please sending vibrations right to jamal’s core, the cacophony of filthy slurping sounds, his moans and yours making the tense knot of ecstasy unravel in a split second. with a guttural groan, he came right inside your eager mouth, spurts of milky fluid flooding your throat, your lips insistently tightened around him to draw every drop from his twitching cock. you audibly swallowed his cum, tongue darting out to collect the last few drops that were trickling down his shaft.

“oh, oh my god, baby, oh fuck,” a few moments had passed since he came and your mouth was no longer on him but jamal still felt like he was on fire, the waves of his orgasm still rippling through him. he looked across to see you licking the tips of your fingers, slightly moaning at how determined you were to clean up and take in every bit of him.

once you felt satisfied with your cleaning job, you laid next to his spent body, snuggling up to his side and planting a chaste kiss to his chest. “how did i do, babe?” you pressed, your turn now to stroke your fingertips along the heated skin of his cheek.

“fucking amazing,” he breathed out, laughing in pure dizzy relief before rewarding you with a kiss on the forehead. “once i get my breath back, i’m repaying you so quick, just give me a few minutes.”

you laugh humorously, telling him to take his time, the flame of arousal still burning ferociously in your core.

[marlenelyra]

Can u write a musiala x reader smut?

Jamal Musiala-Morning

Smut

Jamal woke up early, the sun shining through the white transparent curtains, covering the big window near the bed, straight on to his face blending him. The window a spilt open letting a cool breeze brush over the naked skin of his body. The sunlight flooding the whole room in a yellow light making it look magical. Also you wrapped tightly into his side quietly breathing still fast asleep, Jamals arm draped loosely over your side keeping your back pressed to his front. You both lied on your side as his stretched out arm was under your head. That’s when Jamal realised that the sun wasn’t the only thing that woke him, also the fact that your ass was pressed against him and his boner. Fuck.

He didn’t want to wake you just so he could get rid of his little problem. But the images of last night flooding his brain making his boner even harder didn’t help.

„Fuck Jamal“ you had whimpered his name as you had arched your back

Not really caring anymore about interrupting your sleep, Jamal leaned forward his lips grazing your neck as he started leaving wet kisses there muttering your name quietly trying to gently wake you up.

Your eyes fluttering open at the feeling of him pressed against you and the wet kisses on your neck. „Jamal what are you-„ His hot breath tickling you and his hand that used to lay over your stomach now slowly slipping under Jamal’s red Jersey that you had put on after last night. His hand gripping at your waist pushing your ass further against his bulge making you gasp. „Morning Darling, mind helping me out“ he questions smiling smugly.

Your boyfriends eyes scanning your face as you considered his request. Not having to think long since his touch made you desperately need him. Turning and lying on your back you smiled to yourself „Gladly“

A smile erupting on the curly headed face as he pulled himself on top of you his arms on each side of your head making his body hover over yours. His lips not even an inch from yours, feeling his warm breath on your skin making you feel nervous, a pool forming between your legs. Your thoughts running wild as Jamal’s nose slightly brushed yours. Before you could whine about the lack of contact Jamal’s lips met yours as he licked over your lips asking for his tongue to enter which you gladly let. Pressing his lips harder against yours Jamal let his hand rest on your thigh, slowly trailing up making you squirm under his touch.

He smirked into the kiss letting his fingers hook around your underwear sliding it down. Pulling away from you sitting up on his knees to pull your panties fully of you discarding them somewhere in your bedroom. Craving him you pulled him back on top of you by the waistband of his training shorts. Your hands ran up over his six pack reminding you again how hot he was. His mouth finding your neck and his hand your folds slightly applying pressure to it. Moans escaping your mouth as your hands gripped his hair. „Jamal I need you inside me please“

Your boyfriend doesn’t waste no more time sitting up as you pulled his shorts and boxers down, him discarding them like he did to your underwear. His dick sprung free, heat rising to your core desperate to feel him inside you. Jamal groaned leaning forward and finally entering you. A loud moan escaped your mouth trying to adjust to his size but before you could do that he pulled nearly fully out again only to snap his hips back into you. „Fuck“ he moaned shakily.

The boys dick filled you completely, making you clench around him. He was fucking you now relentlessly loud moans and curses escaping your mouths. He let his hands run up your body finding your hands and lacing them in his. Jamal’s actions were making you a moaning mess his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck nibbling at your skin leaving red marks. Your hands grasped his hands tightly as his thrusts hit your g-Spot repeatedly, intense pleasure washing over you, your head feeling dizzy. „God I love you“ he whispered shakily over and over again.

His face leaving your neck keeping his thrust fast at a steady pace. His lips finding yours as you felt yourself coming close, his mouth muffling your moans. You felt amazing and overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside you. God. You moaned his name as you came, clenching around his dick. Pleasure washing over you. Jamal’s steady pace became sloppy trying to chase his own high. His his hips snapping into yours as he finally came with a load moan releasing himself inside you filling you up. A short but relaxing silence filled the room while you two were trying to catch your breath. He pulled out admiring you under him.

„Fuck“ he smiled „You are amazing and so beautiful“ kissing you sweetly. You smiled into the kiss his hands still in yours squeezing them. Jamal pulled away, He left kisses over your whole face muttering „Ich liebe dich so sehr“ (I love you so much) between the short kisses. You giggle his mouth tickling your face.

„Ich liebe dich mehr“ (I love you more) you answered proudly. His mouth falling open he looked at you shocked playfully. „Nicht möglich“ (Not possible) his hands left yours grabbing your waist and flipping you over so you laid on top of him, him wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your laughter filling the room. You rested your head on his chest closing your eyes enjoying the moment praying it would last forever. But you knew you had to clean yourself up not only from his liquids but also because your body’s were all sweaty.

You turn your head resting your chin on his chest looking at him. „We need to shower“ you mumbled. He groaned but let you go anyway. You pulled yourself up walking towards your bathroom as you turned around stopping at the doorframe „Komm schon Bambi, Lust auf eine zweite Runde“(Come on Bambi, how about a second round) He pulled his head up smirking at you as he stood up fast following you into the the bathroom.

[judes-baeeee]

Does anyone else who follows me support Bayern cause I lowkey wanna start posting Bayern content as well 😢

[hummusxx]

—— Materialist——

I’m taking requests!

smut* fluff• angst^ coming soon+

Imagines/Blurb:

Camera*•

description: taking pictures with Jude didn't go as planned. Jude Bellingham x Reader

Driving Jude to practice •

description: embarrassing Jude on his first day of practice Jude Bellingham x Reader

¿i cómo estás?•

description: With Jude signing with Madrid, you only thought it was right to teach him some basic Spanish. Jude Bellingham x Reader

Shy around him•

description: Jamal never fails to make you shy, even when cooking Jamal Musiala x Reader

Champion description: becoming a national champion with your soulmate by your side

Jude Bellingham x lsu!reader

Thank u too my man(insta au)•

description: in which a popular influencer discovers the most handsome man on earth

Jude Bellingham x reader

Sun Kissed skin (insta au)

got a secret but can u keep it

Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

I don’t Care

summary: It's New Year's Eve in Madrid. Everyone is out having parties and celebrating the new year while u is stuck home sick with the flu. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up.

Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Series:

Gorgeous: pt(1)• pt(2)• pt(3)*• pt(4)+•

description: Y/n is a famous fashion designer that has been invited to the LV show and meets Jude. Their relationship develops ever since that night in June. Jude Bellingham x reader

hummusxx’ corner

I finally have enough stories on here so I thought why not make a materialist. So here it is. Pleases send requests, they are open for anyone but mostly for Jude. love y’all😍

[b5withextrachicken]

currently writing something for jamal musiala xx

[dontexpectmuch]

masterlist:

generally, my requests are always open, however i do not write any smut, please respect this rule. thank you for reading :)

jude bellingham

the first „i love you“ pt.2

relationship habits pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

gossip queen judeth

road-trip

skincare time

break up

kisses all over you

after an argument with your parents

partner in crime, apple to my pie

silent treatment

dating someone that’s older pt.2

late night work

stay at home nurse

first snow

couple’s tattoo

sick judeth

moving on pt.2

a crush that isn’t you

after practice things

clingy judeth pt.2

sleep struggles

your own family

himbo bee eff

tea time

make out sesh

annoying jude

barbie time

sleepy s/o

bio lesson

kpop concert

rollercoaster

boba date

fair games

touches w jude

dance class

so sick

lego bouquet

exams

jungkook

calvin klein ad

jobes match

la liga campeones

f1 baddie

true crime

champions league winner

cooking buddy

lost in madrid - mini series

rúben dias

neighbors part two

flo wirtz

general hc

first loss

jamal musiala

couple’s yoga

clingy jamal

attending his game

crushing on each other but not being able to confess pt.2

dating someone that’s older

long distance relationship

studying for an exam

catching feelings

confessions

pedri gonzalez

meeting the family

cheater

pablo gavira

liking his arms

others

benjamin pavard - late night cuddles

benjamin pavard - late night dancing

erling haaland - relationship habits

mason mount - relationship habits

[wusiiala]

uhmm hello, excuse me, I just read your soulmate au wusiala fic you shared and it was so so good??? I was wondering if you have a masterpost or something with all of your fics? 👉🏽👈🏽 or something like that idk? pretty please?

I shall provide...

💌 wusiialaʼs fics

-> Jamal Musiala x Florian Wirtz ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

★ this shit feels like teenage fever (858 words)

★ think of me once in a while, take care (1807 words, mild smut)

★ I wanna be the one you think about at night (5561 words, chapter 2 coming soon (?))

★ “What was the first question again?” (1927 words)

★ bleach. (1315 words)

★ everything is blue / everything is gray (3285 words)

★ ℓet me breathe you in (1831 words)

...

-> Jude Bellingham x Pablo Gavi ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

★ way too in deep (1160 words)

...

More to come :)

[starlitmelanin]

masterlist key:

── fluff - ✿

── angst - ❖

── smut - ✰

• jude bellingham • trent alexander-arnold

• jamal musiala • aurélien tchouaméni

• vinicius junior

[p1astories]

# 𝐏𝟏𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 — navigation.

free palestine. — bookworm history nerd / swimmer | bisexual | asian-british | she / her | 🧺🌺🪿🪭

— #ALT ACCOUNTS !

# @f1-and-shiz

— formula one blog | #🍒🪩🍾

— #WORKS !

#OCs

nothing here yet !

#READER INSERT

# PG8 —

IMAGINES :

nothing here yet !

BLURBS :

# — 6:15 AM. work in progress ! will be out soon.

— #GUIDELINES !

# absolutely no — smut ( not yet ) , racism , homophobia , transphobia , disrespect or anything of the sort — you will be immediately blocked and reported.

# i write — x gender neutral ! reader and x female ! reader , smau , imagine , blurb , series.

# i write for — ( # — FOOTBALL :: pedri , gavi , ferran torres , joao felix , marc guiu , lamine yamal , hector fort , jamal musiala , florian wirtz , kai havertz , joshua kimmich , ruben dias , pau cubarsi , cole palmer , robin le normand , pablo torre , lena oberdorf , alexia putellas , manuel neuer , alessia russo , julian alvarez , fermin lopez , marc bernal , martin odegaard , jule brand , federico chiesa , scott mctominay , kenan yildiz , son heung - min , jude bellingham , riccardo calafiori , leah williamson , lucas bergvall , rasmus hojlund , pablo torre , thomas muller , mason mount , alejandro garnacho , bukayo saka , arda guler , ona batlle , aitana bonmati

( # — FORMULA ONE :: franco colapinto , oscar piastri , paul aron , jack doohan , max verstappen , arthur leclerc , kimi antonelli , ollie bearman , rbr ! sebastian vettel , jenson button

( # — OLYMPICS :: keegan palmer , leon marchand ,

( # — FICTIONAL :: conrad oxford , eggsy unwin , percy jackson , jason grace ,

( # — ACTORS / SINGERS :: nicholas alexander chavez ,

( # — KEEP AN EYE ON THIS LIST ( above ) :: this list may be added onto a lot , as i very quickly find new people to obsess over ( lol ) or i just might not feel like writing for them anymore. also, keep in mind that this list only contains who i feel the most comfortable abt writing, but i like to be pushed out of my comfortzone once in a while :) — you may suggest someone that isn’t on this list in my ask box , and i’ll decide if i want to write them :).

# warning — probs inconsistent posting , swearing , slightly mature themes , possible violence or anything trauma inducing — i will be adding a trigger warning.

# taglist — ( if you want to be tagged when i post a fic , write ‘ # ’ under this post <3 )

c. #P1ASTORIES — 2024.

[moo-siala]

꒦꒷ MOO-SIALA’S PORTAL ꒦꒷

welcome to my blog! on this post you’ll be able to access my masterlists, prompt lists, and anything i end up adding on here

꒦꒷ REQUESTS ARE: open

— WHO I WRITE FOR: i’m down to write for anyone, but for footballers i’ll be focusing mostly on jamal musiala and erling haaland since tumblr lacks content for these two. for f1 drivers it will be mostly max, but i will also try to write more for f1 drivers and footballers that don’t have a high demand on my inbox.

— PROMPT LIST: a prompt list for requests that will be updated from time to time. the prompts are divided into four categories: fluff, angst, random, and nsfw/smut. you can mix and match as many prompts as you want, but please specify if you’re using prompts from different categories !

— MASTERLIST : here you’ll find all my work.

NOTE: please be patient, i do this for fun and sometimes I’ll take longer! and please do not copy my work.

[leviscolwill]

others !

i can see you (ben chilwell x coworker!reader)

after you lost your hotel room key you're forced to ask your friend ben to share his bed with you [wc: 1k]

soleil pluvieux (rúben dias x reader)

you never thought you'd be grateful for manchester's shitty weather, but that was before you met rúben at your usual bus stop [wc: ~680]

agora hills (joão félix x singer!reader) [smau]

you said you'd never show off your boyfriend ever again, but that was before you met joao

fake texts — #1

featuring: mason, trent, jude, pedri & dominik

dad!rúben blurb — #1

plastic off the sofa (gavi x reader)

moving with your boyfriend ignites an unexpected heart to heart discussion [wc: 0,6k]

cherry flavoured conversations (bsf!ferran x reader)

winter vacations with your best friend ferran turned out to be more exciting than usual (part of my 600 followers celebration <3)

meet me in the afterglow (ex!jamal musiala x reader)

in which, your ex boyfriend picking up his old stuff from your house doesn't go as planned (part of my 600 followers celebration <3)

crazy sexy dream girl (enzo fernandez x reader) [smut]

meeting up with your boyfriend's parents for his birthday is always nice, getting caught wouldn't be as nice (part of my 600 followers celebration <3)

sleepy kisses (noni madueke x reader)

in which, waiting for your boyfriend to come home after a much awaited victory is a much harder task then you thought

[praiafleur]

requesting rules

request box status ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ closed!!!

psa 🗣️: as a woc, i do not deep dive into the physical appearence of the reader or their race/ethnicity unless stated otherwise. i do, however, write with black fem reader in mind. still, anyone can enjoy. i only write fem!reader x oc. i DO NOT write smut.

who i write for

trent alexander-arnold, alejandro balde, alisson becker, lucas bergvall, jobe bellingham, levi colwill, ruben dias, paulo dybala, rodrygo goes, marc guiu, curtis jones, joão félix, víni júnior, noni madueke, kylian mbappé, jamal musiala, lucas paquetá, bukayo saka, leroy sané, dominik szoboszlai, aurélien tchouméni, virgil van dijk, nico williams, lamine yamal, kenan yıldız

who i’m willing to write for

hector fort, marcus rashford

do not request

please don't ask for super detailed or highly specific scenarios!! i still need my creative freedom to let your ideas come to life x

don’t request fics based on real-life scandals, controversies, or personal lives of players. under no circumstances will i tolerate gossip in my requests.

no requests involving violence, abuse, non-consensual scenarios, incest or anything that could be triggering or harmful, including weird kinks whatsoever.

lastly, please do give contructive critism where i need it! it is so appreciated.

[saleeba]

homepage ᥫ᭡

who am i? piku. 20. she/he/they. bengali. br*tish.

what do i write? fluff, angst, smut, blurbs, one shots, instagram aus.

who do i write about? kpop (nct, itzy, blackpink, twice, red velvet + more!) football (gabriel martinelli, jude bellingham, mason mount, trent alexander-arnold, kepa arrizabalaga, bukayo saka ++ many more!) & more to come!

who do i write for? fem!reader, gn!reader, poc!reader, g!p reader.

request box? TEMPORARILY CLOSED!

masterlist: click me!

rules: click me!

check out my latest works!

⤷ thigh riding ; jude bellingham 🖤 (18+)

⤷ reward ; gabriel martinelli 🌟 (18+)

⤷ infatuated ; jamal musiala 🥀 (18+)

© all rights and credits go to the owners of the images and visual aids used in my posts. do not plagiarise any of my original work. please be respectful when interacting with this blog. thank you!

[oscpaistry]

Masterlist

!Inbox is open!

Who i write for:

Virgil Van Dijk

Xavi Simons

Memphis Depay

Frenkie de Jong

Trent Alexander Arnold

Erling Haaland

Jude Bellingham

João Félix

Kylian Mbappe

Marcus Rashford

Darwin Núñez

Max Verstappen

Carlos Sainz

Jamal Musiala

What i write:

Smuts

Fluff

Angst

What i dont write:

Heavy abuse, reader or person im writing about

Really sad things

Pregnancy

I dont think ill post part 2 storys if yk what i mean.

When i write/post:

Since im busy with school rn, i mostly write in the weekends, and i try to post during the week. When i have a day off or sm ill try to write and post as much as i can. I mostly post in the afternoon or night.