#jamal musiala x fem!reader

[planetpedri]

Ur so pretty — Jamal Musiala.

Pairing: Jamal Musiala x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jamal was your first love and with that came the fear of abandonment. But, Jamal was here to stay and he made sure you knew that.

Word count: 890+

Disclaimer/s: light angst , comfort , and mostly fluff !

A/N: this is my literal wife like im in love w him also listened to a lot of ‘ur so pretty’ by waisa project when i was writing this so. yeah.

When you and Jamal met for the first time, you were accompanying your friend on a double date. You weren’t looking for love or anything close to that but your friend was nervous and needed the comfort of your presence.

The problem lied in the fact that you had never dated before. Sure, you’d been on dates, but nothing had ever surpassed that singular date.

Jamal had swept you off your feet—literally. He wasn’t looking where he was going and tripped you. You’d nearly fallen on your face when he caught you, arms wrapping around your waist so he could hoist you back up.

The moment your eyes met you felt an unfamiliar warmth gather in the pit of your stomach, nerves rattling your body. He made you nervous in a weird way you’d never felt before.

It had taken two weeks for him to contact you again, and you were waiting.

Now, six and a half months later, you were dating—had been for four months now.

Sitting on the couch in his living room, you patiently waited for him to get home. He was training late today, so you’d opted for making dinner and sticking it in the fridge for him to heat up when he got home. The TV played a show you recently started; ‘Scandal’, which you were so engrossed in you didn’t realize Jamal had arrived.

He stood in the entry way, watching you curiously with a grin. He liked to watch you when you weren’t aware of him—not in a creepy way, he just loved to see you when you weren’t conscious of people and relaxed.

He’d been standing there for too long so he knew the second he spoke you’d spook. So instead he slips back out the door as quietly as possible, opening it and calling out for you, “i’m home!”

You turned around with a wide smile, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. “Hey! Hi, how was practice? Dinner is in the fridge!”

“Practice was fine, exhausted though. What’d you make?” Jamal asks, wondering into the kitchen where you meet him. He pulls you into a hug, pressing his lips to yours.

Smiling into the kiss, you mumble, “some healthy crap, your dietician would be very pleased with it.”

Jamal pulls away with a breathy laugh, “you can just make something we both like, i’ll just hit the gym extra hard later on.”

You shake your head. “Oh, no. I already made my own delicious food. That healthy stuff, that is only for you.”

Moving to the fridge you open it, taking out the food, and placing it on the counter. “You may heat it up while I make myself a smoothie.”

Jamal’s arms wrap around your waist, your back pressing against his as he places a few kisses on your shoulder. One thing about your boyfriend was that he was very affectionate. He hadn’t always been so touchy, but he made more of an effort when he learned about your doubts in your relationship.

Although those concerns had dwindled, he hadn’t strayed an inch. He comforted you with everything, he said the sweetest things. Essentially, he went above and beyond to prove that what he felt for you was not going away and time soon—if ever.

“Go make your food.” You giggle, wiggling out of his grasp. “I need my smoothie.”

“You and your smoothies.” Your boyfriend tittered. “Is it Strawberry or—“ You give him a look that has his lips twitching, “right. Why do I even bother asking.”

Reaching for strawberries in the freezer, you smirk. “Exactly. Have I ever told you how much I love and adore your full fridge and freezer? You always have everything.”

“Yeah, well, I try.”

As the microwave hums while heating up Jamal’s food, you prepare to make your smoothie. Conversations flow between the two of you even as he eats and the whirring of the blender—which you stop every few moments to add to the conversation.

“How’s your show? By the way?”

Your face lightens up, “so good. I’m on season two right now. When I finish the whole show, i’m forcing you to watch it.” Your finger points in his direction with a teasing tip of your lip.

Jamal’s eyebrows raise, “oh? Well, anything for you.” His words brings a prideful smile to your face.

“And this is why I love you!” You quip, your smug look falling the second you comprehend what you said. Too early. Too—

Jamal’s expression doesn’t miss a beat, his eyes flicker up to you. “I love you, too.”

Oh! Thats a comfort. Sort of?

“Was that too early? I should’ve waited.” You swallow thickly. You watch as he slips off the stool he was sitting on, wiping his hands on his pants, and walks around the counter to reach your side.

“It’s perfect timing, actually.” He assures, his hands cupping your jaw to pull you into a loving kiss. “I. Love. You.” He mumbles each time he pulled away.

A dreamy sigh leaves your lips, “you are so fortunately—for me, perfect.”

The taller man smiles, “and i’m so fortunately, your boyfriend.” Your heart grows three sizes as you meet his eyes. Any lingering doubt or insecurity you held about the future of your relationship died with that kiss and his words.

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[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.

[i4bellingham]

THE PERFECT CUDDLE BUDDY : jamal musiala x reader

in which something as mundane and as simple as waking up entangled in each other's arms can either boost to start one’s day or be a reason to laze around, your boyfriend uses it for the latter.

posting short pieces for now because of writer’s block, i don't like this situation at all 🤧 anyways i’m finishing a request for jude so it will probably be up by tmrw or the next day idk i’m not really sure but it will be posted for sure!

Jamal knows he should be getting up.

It's already past 6 am and the day is not going to wait for him to leave the bed, pause the time itself so he can prepare his stuff for another day of grueling training (which in his defense he actually enjoys).

But really? How could he even leave the comfort of his soft bed when he's got the most perfect cuddle buddy wrapped around his arms like a missing puzzle to solve the enigma that is his life?

You're there, all secured and warmed up in his arms as he nudges his cold feet in between yours underneath the duvet. He knows you'll probably notice the coolness of his skin soon enough and will most likely chide him for bugging you out of your sleep because of that but really, he wants you awake just as much as he is even though he doesn't straight up wake you up.

“Your feet’s cold J.” You mumble sleepily before kicking his feet away, making Jamal chuckle from your attempt of keeping him from your warmth when he plops an entire leg over your waist.

He rubs the back of your head to make up for his early shenanigans, trailing soft kisses on the crown of your head before you're burying your face against his chest.

“Don’t you have training today?” You ask him, patting his thigh that was over your hip. “You’ll be late if you don’t move now.”

“Nah... think I’ll be fine being late just for today.” He replies, reaching over the bedside table to his right to take his phone. “Or should I just skip training today? Tell the team I got cold or somethin’?”

“And for what reason would you pull this lie?”

He taps on his phone for a few moments before he's chucking the device back on the bedside table, shooting you a mischievous smile before tackling you in a hug that had you squealing.

“No- Jamal! I swear to God I’ll kick your ass if you don’t get off me right now!”

Jamal pushes his luck by completely letting his arms and legs go for support, letting his weight fall down on you as he snuggles against your chest comfortably.

“But you're soft, and warm and I’m tired baby... just let me recharge real quick yeah?” You boop his nose, rolling your eyes but saying nothing else except letting him lay on top of you like a sack of potatoesㅡ a fine sack of potatoes.

“But seriously though, are you heading over to training?”

Jamal nods his head. “Yes but I texted the team, told them I’ll be late because someone caught a cold...” He ends his sentence with a cheeky smile, grinning wider when he notice that you're contemplating who on Earth caught a cold.

He thinks it's cute the way your eyes visibly widens as the realization dawns on you about what he did, slapping his back playfully for a good measure before you're lovingly chiding the life out of him.

“No way you lied to your team! I did not caught the cold did I? Why would you lie love seriously?” You huff.

“But I want to spend some time with you... such a good day outside, bright and beautiful don’t you think?” He points at the windows, watching the sun rise above the horizon in all it's sunny glory.

You gently flick on his forehead, rubbing on his skin when he whines about your flick being too painful (even though you both know it's really not and he's just whining for some extra affection), you cuddle him close to you still.

“Or you could have just asked the team for a day off like a normal person would?”

“And have Phonzy blowing up my phone?” He asks with a shake of his head. “No thank you, I’d rather do this instead.”

“But you'll attend training later on the day, won’t you love?”

A soft smile blossoms in Jamal’s lips, most likely done by the familiar pet name you normally call him on a daily basis as he nods his head in affirmation.

“Yes Ma'am.” He nuzzles his face back on your chest as you wrap an arm on his back, rubbing your palm over his shirt up and down. “I’ll leave when the clock hits 9:30 yeah? Just let me lay down here with you... You're so warm and soft how is this possible...”

[writtingsomestuff]

imagine for musiala where you work as a physio for bayern, and jamal has a crush on her and all the guys tease him about it

🩷🩷 love you

OMG you're so sweet!!!! 🩷 love you too! I'm very sorry for being late. I've been busy this past month with my job and college.

More than just a crush - Jamal Musiala

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader Warnings: none ig

Jamal was not very expressive with his emotions, he was rather shy and introverted. He was not very communicative about his feelings or thoughts, but these last few days his teammates, and even his coach, observed how often he visited the physio. The new physio, who was the new intern at Bayern Munich. This was one of the greatest opportunities that were ever offered to her; it is true that it made her feel insecure at the beginning as she was going to directly treat professional football players, and that scared her, but after she met them and saw how close they made her feel, she started to feel more comfortable.

Jamal shyly knocked at her door, “come in” he heard her beautiful voice and he blushed. Jamal cursed himself as he did not want her to notice how red he was.

“Hi” he said quietly, and made his way into the room

“Jamal?” She gave him a small smile as she approached the bed where he was going to sit soon, “What happened this time?” She asked with her eyebrow raised, trying not to laugh as she knew that nothing happened to him

“My left foot” Jamal simply said as he pointed at his right foot

“Right or left?” She asked again

Jamal quickly changed his hand to indicate his left as he heavily blushed, even more, “Left, left”

“Alright, I think a soft message will do – you can sit down” She said as she observed the player sitting down on the massage table “How did you get hurt this time?” The same question was asked every time he entered the room, however, their conversations progressed. No one could deny the attraction between both of them, not even them. The players, the whole staff and even the coach could sense it; it was so obvious.

“Müller stepped on my foot,” He said as he started to undo his shoes. She knew he was lying, little did he know that she watched the training and nothing like that happened. She started to watch them after Jamal caught her attention only three days after starting to work. “I tried to wait a bit but still hurts”

“Oh, really?” She asked with a small smirk that intimidated the footballer, he was ready to lay down but remained sat. She crossed her arms and approached him, Jamal felt his stomach drop and his knees tremble; she was too close. He could see her deep (y/c) eyes, her soft skin he wished he could caress, her cute nose and her unique lips. He closed his eyes and let her famous perfume dominate him. She took all her courage together and for the first time in her life, she shoot her shot. “And, when did that happen?” She whispered as she got closer to the man in front of her, “during the small match, or the running session at the beginning?” Jamal looked at her surprised, she watched the training session.

“No… I mean…” He started to say, but nothing came out. “Is just that-” He tried again but nothing, she raised her eyebrows still waiting for a valid excuse. She held her smirk until the situation in front of her caused her to laugh; all that false confidence soon left her body.

Jamal was confused and embarrassed, he could not understand if she was laughing at him or at the situation. 

“I am joking Jamal, I just find funny the excuses you come with to come here” She told him with her normal tone, “You could have just asked, you know?”

“Yeah… I just did not want to bother you.” He said shyly, “I like you a lot. You are so nice and kind with everyone, you are so soft, and also incredibly beautiful. You make me feel nervous when you are around and I feel like I am not worthy of asking you for even a date -” He was interrupted by a pair of soft lips on him, Jamal was in shock but soon continued with the kiss

“A date tonight?” She asked once they separated, and he nodded. “At 9pm it is” She smiled softly. Jamal kissed her cheek softly before he said goodbye and left the room. Without his shoes.

[cher-rei]

sparks— jamal musiala [ J.M ]

how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist [saturn– sleeping at last]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: it's the knockout stage for germany for the 2024 euro, and as usual you're there to support your boyfriend, accompanied by some bad weather and a bet to spice up the evening.

genre(s): fluff (as usual)

[w.c: 3.3k] masterlist

notes: I had such a fun time writing this shut upppp shsjssj. this one is for my musiala girlies xx

"this weather is going to be the death of me," you said and took your seat beside your friends sophia and aaliyah who were huddled together in attempt to defeat the crisp yet strong german wind.

you tucked your chin into your scarf, but even then it didn't help. the three of you actually remembered to dress warm for today's match, unlike the last few games where you whole heartedly believed that the rain was just an episode.

before leaving the house sophia had to remind both you and aaliyah to bring scarfs because she had a bad feeling. so here you were, at the stadium in dortmund dressed in a pair of jeans, a cream knitted jumper, and a wool jacket that unfortunately hid your football jersey with your boyfriend's name decorated at the back.

the stadium was bustling and you couldn't believe that supporters still came out to watch football under these conditions, but it was an important match and you were filled with just as much anxiety and anticipation as them.

jamal was all the more excited the evening before when he facetimed you from his hotel room. there was a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke to you about training and how his day had been and it just reminded you of how much you missed him.

sophia and aaliyah agreed with you in that department, understanding just how difficult it was to be separated from their partners this long. but the three of you managed (barely) and showed up to every match together to show your support.

needless to say, the media were having a ball with the amount of content and pictures that were published of the three of you every week. there wasn't any issue with it however and jamal quite liked the fact that he got to show you off, saying that the world deserved to know just how smitten he was with you.

it was about twenty minutes into the first half when you felt a drop of rain hit your hand, having nothing much to do besides groan and deal with it. so far, little progress was made on the pitch despite the three shots on target that germany had.

"good on denmark for putting up a fight, but I'd really appreciate it if they gave up so that we can go home," aaliyah joked and you fought back a smile, while sophia was sat in her seat with a torn expression.

there was a small pout on her lips and by that look you knew that she was worried about kai. her gaze was glued to his figure running on the pitch, mentally cheering him on. "I think the rain is messing with him."

you hummed and lifted your head to look at the darkened sky, your face scrunching at the sight of the heavier clouds blowing over the stadium. the wind had started to pick up now which made the experience even more uncomfortable but you had to endure it.

a smile tugged at your lips as you watched your boyfriend make his tackles. there was just something about watching him play that made you appreciate the sport more, it was enticing. "pure class," you said out loud with a boastful smile.

sophia jokingly scoffed at your comment which caught the attention of aaliyah who felt the need to tease her. "what are you scoffing for?" she asked with a smug smile. "kai missed two goals already."

your lips parted in shock, but you remained silent and proceeded to listen to them go at each other from each side of you.

"yeah, well at least he had the chance. remind me where flo is again?" sophia countered and you let a laugh slip out at the attack on florian who was on the bench.

the teasing didn't stop though, and it got to the point where you had to physically back away because they were both leaning over you to take a jab at the other. the roaring of the fans was soon interrupted by an even louder roar which you recognised to be thunder.

seconds after, the rain got heavier and it was pouring. you heard the whistle blow from the pitch and apparently the match officials were taking an intermission to check if the lightning would be an issue any further.

you felt sophia's hand slip into yours, the chill sending a shiver down your spine. the three of you were nearly drenched and if it was one privilege that you loved then it was the option to sit in the booth at times like these.

it was announced that the match would be suspended until further notice due to the weather ten minutes before half time and your head instinctively turned to look for your boyfriend, to check if he was okay before you got up from your seat.

"and this is our cue to leave," aaliyah said and led you and sophia through the rampaging crowd to the top of the stands where you'd be covered.

the supporters however were doing the exact opposite and rejoicing in the downpour— dancing and waving their flags in the air while some used it as a form of shelter. the sight was anything but ordinary and you couldn't help but bask in the atmosphere.

another boom of thunder sounded through the air causing sophia to jump up beside you, her grip tightening on your hand. the three of you looked up at the sky, awing in unison at the strikes of lightning flashing between the clouds.

there was only one thing on your mind, and it was the need to take a picture. you took out your phone and waited for the perfect moment, practicically spamming the button until it hit the perfect shot.

aaliyah awed at the picture from behind you. "you have to send that to me, that looks unreal."

after a few more minutes and pictures being taken you finally made it upstairs to dry off. both teams were in their dressing rooms as well, probably more scared than ever because of the match interruption. uncertainty hung in the air at times like this, where all they could do was wait.

the door to the family booth that the three of you were sat in just closed when someone opened it again. to no one's surprise entered kai and florian sporting two completely different looks.

sophia's eyes softened at her boyfriend's state, his hair damp and kit looking like it just took a swim. she hesitated for a moment to pull him into a hug for some comfort seeing as he wasn't having the best time on the pitch.

aaliyah on the other hand ruffled her boyfriend's hair and laughed, gaining sophia's attention. "see what being on the bench does? he's as dry as the sahara right now while kai looks like he just drowned."

from beside aaliyah, florian's jaw dropped in offence, at the mention of him being benched which quickly broke out banter between the two while sophia was still comforting kai and giving him some words of encouragement.

watching them interact made your heart swell, making you miss jamal even more. and as if you summoned him, your smiling but breathless boyfriend made his entrance and without time to spare he pulled you into a tight hug.

despite the chill in the air and his body, you were filled with a warmth that you've missed so much the past few weeks. so much that you could almost excuse his audacity to hug you when he was dripping from head to toe.

you pulled away with a smile. "j, did you see the lightning? I can't believe that it's summer right now."

jamal looked at you puzzled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I came here to say that I missed you to the point of an enotional brekdown and you ask me about the lightning?"

your lips pursed at his counter but before you could defend yourself he pressed a quick but much needed kiss to your cheek. "we'll talk later, I just really needed to see you."

he looked up at his teammates who were leisurely enjoying their time with their partners, a look of disapproval on his face. "am I the only one who cares that we're playing an international knockout stage right now?"

"flo doesn't care, he's on the bench," aaliyah said and shot her boyfriend a teasing smile. "isn't that right babe?"

the german supporters in the stands all screamed in victory at the penalty that was given, and to no one's surprise kai was the one who was ready to take it and potentially put them in the lead.

aaliyah leant forward and looked at both you and sophia with a determined smile. "I think it's time for a bet."

a hum of intrigue left your lips at the idea but sophia shook her head. "he's going to get this in... I hope." she looked at her boyfriend who stood uneasily in front of the penalty area.

but a few words were exchanged between the three of you and an agreement was made.

"there's still 40 minutes left," she began and gestured to the pitch. "they're capable I'm sure, but whoever's boyfriend doesn't score has to pay for lunch tomorrow."

your eyebrows raised when she said "lunch". you knew very well that it wasn't just a meal. it consisted of breakfast, a trip to the museum or any activity really, lunch and supper. the loser would have to pay for the entire day, and it was no joke that you three were expensive.

aaliyah was more than confident in florian being subbed on and scoring, sophia was more uneasy than kai at the moment but had hope in her boyfriend, and you didn't really mind paying but you could never back down from a challenge.

the three of you shook on it and watched as kai got ready to take the penalty, everyone holding their breath in unison. it happened in a blink of an eye but the goal had sophia jumping up from her seat and clapping as loud as she could.

"guess I'm eating for free tomorrow," she teased and sat back down to which you rolled your eyes. aaliyah on the other hand shot you a competitive glare, causing you to laugh.

you eased back into your seat and shoved your hands into your coat pocket. "if jamal scores then I'll stand in the rain without my coat on, and if flo scores--"

"miraculously," sophia interjected which earned her a playful slap on the arm from aaliyah who quickly turned her attention back to you.

"then I'll have to? on the pitch?" she asked with her eyebrows raised and you nodded. she ran her tongue over her teeth and shook your hand, loving that you were upping the stakes and adding some more to the bet.

a good 10 minutes of no action went by and you were watching with immense focus, your gaze not trailing from jamal who looked breathtaking drenched in water, and without even saying anything sophia read your mind.

"they look ten times better with water dripping from them on the pitch, it adds something extra," she said bashfully and took her phone out to take a few pictures of kai since he wasn't too far away.

she then looked to aaliyah with a smug smirk. "obviously you wouldn't understand because flo is dryer than the sahara."

you covered your mouth at the retort about what aaliyah said earlier on. it seemed that the two of them never ended their playful banter, and you were always in the middle without complaining because it was genuinely so entertaining.

while they continued to talk, the universe gifted you with this perfect opportunity because you caught a certain someone's attention. he wasn't doing much on the pitch and you took advantage of the moment and gestured to the goalpost.

of course, jamal was confused but he was more than certain that you were asking him to score. he jogged on but kept his attention on you for a moment, and you gestured to the goalpost again, flashed him a loving smile and made a heart with your hands.

from beside you aaliyah let out a gasp. "that's literally cheating! you can't tell him to score."

you raised your hands in defence seeing as jamal had run off and continued to play. "I'm not doing this for me liya, I don't mind paying. and even if he does then I have to strip in this weather."

aaliyah shook her head at you, disagreeing with you wholeheartedly even though you tried to defend yourself. there wasn't much to say since you were being honest. "I told him to score because it gives him extra motivation."

now both sophia and aaliyah hummed unconvinced, to which you sighed.

"he just does better if I ask him to, okay? and he really wants that third goal, so if I ask him to do it then he'll do anything he can to get it."

it was practically scientifically proven (to you at least). jamal was always the type of person to do anything you asked him to, even before you guys started dating. all it took was a smile and he'd make sure that what you wanted was handed to you on a silver platter.

the devotion that he had towards you was unmatched, especially when it came to scoring or performing well on the pitch. no matter how he played, you always sat in the stands with a proud smile on your face and the appreciation that he was yours.

so even if he could barely see you from the stands, a simple gesture to the goalpost was enough of a tell tale that you wanted a goal. and if you wanted something, then he'd get it for you.

"and it's in from musiala!!!"

the german supporters jolted in their sears at the unexpected goal, rejoicing in the 2-0 lead and celebrating the clear advantage they had in heading to the quarter finals. you were the first one out of your seat the second the ball hit the back of your net, not minding the light drizzle hitting your face as you watched your boyfriend celebrate.

of course, he didn't forget about you and made sure to send a heart your way, one that you were more than happy to return. the adrenaline rushed to your cheeks in the form of a blush and looked at your friends with a smug smile.

they both sat in disbelief, their lips parted as you clapped. "I need that type of devotion in my life," sophia said and nudged your arm.

it wasn't too long that florian was subbed on for jamal, which was hilariously funny considering the context. aaliyah clapped with her lips pouted. "come on let's make it three for three, bench boy!"

both you and sophia burst out into a fit of laughter at her comment, and you swore that you saw flo turn to look at her with an expression that screamed "what the actual fuck??".

it was heading into the last few minutes of the match and despite flo having a few good opportunities, he took none of them. aaliyah grew frustrated from beside you, complaining about the incompetence of the players even though they did nothing wrong.

it was obvious that she was the one with the temper in the group, and that only showed even more when florian had a good run with the ball and she was practically sitting on the edge of her seat, screaming for him to kick it to which he did.

"yes that's what I'm talking about!" she screamed and hit her chest in victory. "three for three girls."

her moment of bliss didn't last long however because the referee blew the whistle for offside. she wasn't happy about that at all either and fought back a mouthful of curses. "what the fuck? how was the offside??"

the whistle blew for full time after a very eventful knockout stage, you and sophia adorning smiles while aaliyah was still complaining about the linesman not raising the flag sooner. the supporters started exiting the stadium slowly as the players went out onto the pitch.

the three of you weren't in any rush however, and made your way down leisurely. "at least you don't have to strip in the rain," sophia laughed and you rolled your eyes.

the rain did in fact start to pick up, and the light drizzle was lightly pouring now instead. you head out onto the pitch with them and started by removing your scarf and handed it to aaliyah who was more than happy to take it.

they watched with smiles as you took off your jacket, followed by your jumper to reveal the thin football jersey underneath. when they were happy with you, they headed off to their respective partners.

"you had one job! now I have to pay for lunch tomorrow!" aaliyah yelled as she approached flo who could've have been more confused. he threw his hands into the air at his girlfriend's outburst.

"thanks for the support I guess," he said and the two walked off to complain to kai and sophia.

for the nth time this evening you raised your head to look at the dark clouds hanging over the stadium, enjoying the feeling of the rain hitting your skin.

the moment of silence was interrupted by the feeling of someone tickling your side, and you turned to see your boyfriend who looked happier than ever.

"well done out there starboy," you said and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands took refuge on your waist.

he leant in to pepper your face with kisses, and you relished in the warmth you missed more than life itself. "when my girlfriend asks for something, she gets it."

your stomach did at least three flips at his answer and to anyone watching it seemed like this scene was straight out of a movie. seriously, you were standing in the middle of a football pitch in the rain. insane.

jamal pulled away to dry your face despite his sleeve being just as wet. "now can you please tell me why you aren't wearing a jacket right now, baby?"

your shoulders shrugged at his question. "I won the bet."

"huh?" he laughed at the absurdity and tried to make sense of what yoh had just told him, because in no way did it seem that being vulnerable in weather like this could be a reward. "and what did you win?"

you couldn't suppress the smile on your face, losing yourself in his eyes that felt all too close to home. "I won a very happy boyfriend."

the warmth of his hand cupping your cheek wasn't even registered until you felt his lips meet yours. the rain cascaded, each drop of rain that hit your skin being a reminder of just how real this moment was. how real he was.

his hands gently gripped your waist, and he pulled you closer for some extra warmth. the coolness of the rain heightened every sensation in your body— the warmth of his lips and his touch and the pounding of you heart against his chest.

and when the two of you finally pulled away, breathless but more in love than ever you were reminded to be thankful for moments like this. the rain continued to fall, but it no longer felt cold because all that mattered was the warmth of jamal as he looked at you with a softened gaze.

"we should kiss in the rain more often."

[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.

[moo-siala]

BURNING UP — JAMAL MUSIALA

PAIRING: jamal musiala x fem! reader

SUMMARY: jamal is sick and whiny

CONTENT: pure fluff, whiny jamal

NOTE: this small drabble is a repost from my old f1 blog. let me know if you’d like to see some f1 imagines too!

y/n had just finished showering when she heard groaning and whining coming from their shared bedroom—clearly, it was jamal. after quickly putting on her clothes, she opened the door to find jamal curled up into a ball under the blankets.

she knew something was up, he didn’t go near his play station at all and didn’t eat much today.

"baby, what's wrong?" she asked, walking over to him.

"i don't feel good. i think i’m dying," jamal whined.

she placed your hand on his forehead. "you’re not dying," she giggled. "but you're burning up. give me a minute, i’ll be right back." she left the room as jamal let out another groan.

she went back to the bathroom and grabbed a clean washcloth, dampening it with cold water, just as her mom used to do whenever she had a fever. returning to jamal’s side of the bed, she sat down and gently placed the damp cloth on his forehead, making him flinch.

"why did you do that? it’s cold!” he whined.

"you have a fever, and this will help," you giggled.

"what if it doesn't?" he asked.

"it should, but if it doesn't, i’ll give you some medicine," she smiled, kissing his cheek and laying down next to him, opening her arms.

jamal smiled softly and made himself comfortable, snuggling his head against his girlfriend’s chest and wrapping his right arm around her torso, making her roll her eyes and let out a soft laugh.

“what? i’m sick and i need to be comfy," he murmured, snuggling closer as her hands found their way to his hair.

"i know, just make sure the cloth stays on your forehead," she said, softly stroking his curls.

“thank you for taking care of me, libeling. you really are the best," he said, looking at her with puppy eyes, making her heart melt.

"i will always take care of my whiny boyfriend, you know that," she teased him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"i’m not whiny."

"are you sure?"

[b5withextrachicken]

dating headcanons - jamal musiala

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: how (i think) he'd act in a relationship

genre: fluff

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° jamal was definitely nervous about asking you out

° he couldn't stop talking about you to alphonso until he finally made the move

° he confessed on accident, stuttering after he realized what he said, his gaze strictly on the floor before you pulled his lips on yours

° you could always shut him up with a kiss

° in the first months of the relationship he's nervous, still trying to get used to it

° when he accidentally walked in on you changing, 'sorry's' and 'i didn't see anything but you look amazing' spill from his lips as he covers his eyes and immediately turns to leave

° always respects if you need space, after all he needs his space sometimes too

° i think he'd wait at least a year before even thinking about making your relationship official to the media

° he's proud to be your boyfriend and loves to show you of around friends and family but he knows how the media can be and he wants to keep them from you as long as possible

° after all he is rather private about his personal life

° however when fans spotted you and jamal hugging on the sideline after the game, they were shipping you guys non-stop

° like there were edits stories (even whole accounts dedicated to the two of you)

° speaking of which, he loves seeing you at his games, it'd make him fall even more in love with you than he already is

° always dedicates his goals to you while sending a love-struck look at you

° whenever he sees you in his jersey, his heartbeat quickens hoping his lastname decorating your back will be yours sometime in the future

° jamal definitely dropped the "i'm not looking for a relationship right now" in an interview, even though you guys were just seen kissing in the stands

° if you guys get into an argument, he definitely wants it settled before you go to sleep

° partially because he hates if you're mad at him but also because he doesn't want to sleep on the couch

° he just sleeps better with you in his arms

° jamal still gets flustered asf if you compliment him, even after months into the relationship

° loves kissing you, anywhere anytime (but not around phonzy anymore, you guys kissed one time while he was in the room and he couldn't stop teasing jamal)

° would kiss you in the morning, before going to bed, pre-game, post game, after a win, after a loss

° kissing you would always cheer him up

° a bigggg fan of hugs

° he loves hugging you tightly, his arms around your waist, you hands on his neck and his face buried in your neck

° he definitely goes on rants, especially after a game where the referees choices were questionable

° but you listen, his head resting on your chest as he rambles and you calmly stroke along his back

° i feel like he'd wear a hair tie on his wrist during games, a small but important sign that he was taken

° fans started pointing it out before you two went official and he'd get fined for it everytime but it was worth it

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[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😍

[dontexpectmuch]

hii! if you're taking requests could you write an angsty jamal musiala x fem!reader where it somehow ends well? smth like she's phonzy's sister and they're best friends but like, obviously they love each other and can't seem to confess

groans and curse words came out of your brothers room, some cheers here and there and the sound of fifa filled almost the whole apartment. you currently stood in the kitchen, preparing a snack board for his guests, since your brother seems to forget that he still needs to be a good host.

you did this because you wanted to help your brother, at least this is what you always tell him. though, in reality you just used this as an excuse to see your longtime crush and good friend, jamal. you don’t know when, how nor why it happened, but when you woke up one day and saw his message, some meme he though was funny, you couldn’t help but blush, feeling this fuzzy feeling in your stomach, hands becoming sweaty as your thumbs did a small dance while hovering above your phones display, as you thought of a good answer. you’ve never felt like that before and you were scared.

out of all people, it had to be jamal fucking musiala, your friend, your brothers best friend, germanys golden boy, the guy with the most perfect smile and cutest laugh to ever exist. your brother would send you away to live somewhere else if he ever found out, you would never hear the end if it, you’d never see jamal again, you would-

shaking your head lightly, as if trying to shake away your ugly thoughts, you finish the snack board and go to your brothers room, knocking on the door before entering. your eyes flew over the three guys scattered around, jamal on the couch, looking cute and cozy, your brother on his gaming chair, looking like your brother and leroy on the floor, using a pillow as a cushion.

“what’s that?” phonzy asks, tearing his eyes from the tv for a second, head nodding to the board in your hands.

“snacks.” you explain, walking to the small table infront of the couch that jamal was seated at and leaving it on there, before taking a seat next to jamal.

smooth.

“lookin’ good.” jamals voices out, leaning forward to eat some of the snacks . his perfume met your nose and you immediately had to fight the urge to lean against his side to take in more from his scent.

“well, someone has to be a good host and it’s obviously not him.” you tell him, pointing at your brother, who just flips you off.

“let him be, phonzy has an entire youtube career ahead of him, ��kay?” leroy butts in, laughing and dodging your brothers attempts of hitting him while also playing. as they continued on with their bickering, you tried to focus on jamal, of course as secretive as possible.

however, when jamal shuffled around a bit, repositioning himself to sit a bit closer to you and also smiling shyly, you tried your best to bite back the smile that dared to creep on your lips, your cheeks suddenly feeling like they would burn off.

“are you coming to our game tomorrow?” he strikes up a conversation, eyes looking at yours.

you tried your best to answer him, really, but his eyes were just so captivating, his voice was raspy but also oh so smooth and you wished dearly to be alone with him, just so you could pour your heart out to him, the way he deserved.

all this would stay a part of your late night scenarios, though, no denying that. you couldn’t do that to your brother, doubt taking over you whenever you started to believe that a relationship could indeed be possible. those annoying ‘what if’s’, thinking that jamal deserves better, someone who could actually keep up with his lifestyle, someone wouldn’t endanger one of his dearest friendships.

“yeah, sure.” was all you could spit out, lump forming in your throat as all these thoughts piled up.

“great, wear my jersey, das ist besser als phonzys.” jamal grins, his body now closer to yours than it was just a minute ago.

“eh, ja, klar, phonzy never gives me his jersey anyway.” you smile back at him, calming down after your internal break down.

you guys continue to hang out in phonzys room for a few more hours, you trying your best to talk with jamal without anyone noticing. and it seemed like jamal also tried his very best to keep the conversation flowing, him even paying you attention when it was his turn to play, never not laughing at whatever you said, looking at you with his eyes half closed.

after the two left you also went back to your room, pacing back and forth as you tried to look for a good outfit.

“yo.” your brother came in after knocking, arms crossed infront of his chest as he leaned against the door frame. he seemed tired, already in his sleep wear and teeth retainers in.

“what’s up?”

“be honest, do you have a thing for bambi?” he goes straight to the point, eyebrows slightly furrowed together.

hearing him say that made your mouth go dry, shock evidently written over your face as you put back the pants that you had pulled out, body fully turned to your brother. “why, why’d you think that?” you laugh, trying to play it off cool.

“‘m not stupid, y’know. you always try to talk to him and shit.” phonzy explains, pushing off of the door frame to come closer to you, “listen,” he begins again, voice soft but strict, “jamal’s my good friend, i like him a lot, but you’re my whole world, my best friend, for ever. if something were ever happen between you guys only for it not to work out in the end, i wouldn’t know how to feel. i don’t want to lose him as a friend, so please, don’t go ‘round and start anything with my teammate.”

the lump from earlier came back, sitting heavily inside your throat, “yeah, got it.” you nod, voice weak as you look at the floor, the excitement that you felt for tomorrows game long gone.

he kissed your forehead good night before leaving your room, closing the door to leave to alone with tears forming in your eyes. you didn’t understand why’d you react so emotionally to all this, usually being pretty calm and rational. maybe it was due to the fact that a tiny part of you hoped that everything would work out by the end, that you and jamal could be in a relationship with phonzy supporting you.

a sad laugh left your lips, laughing at your own delusional thinking.

you finished your night routine, climbing inside your bed, blanket pulled up to your ear as you tried to stop think about everything. suddenly, your phone lit up, illuminating the dark room. sighing, you reach out to your nightstand, turning the phones display to face you as your eyes read the message.

jamal. great.

the message was him telling you that he was excited to see you at the game tomorrow, promising to score a goal for you.

you smiled, it was a weird situation to be in, it was clear to the both if you that you liked each other, yet no one dared to confess first, your brother and shyness standing in your ways.

you lock your phone and put it back on the nightstand, sighing once more as you turn to the other side, closing your eyes to get in as much sleep as you could, fighting off the negativity in your mind.

tomorrow will be better.

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decided to make two parts :)

[i0veless]

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[i4bellingham]

“You have very beautiful lashes...”

Jamal looks down at you who was laid on his chest, a fond smile creeping on his lips before he moves to stow his phone away.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” To prove your point, you move further upwards, placing your face nearly close to his and though this gave you a vantage point to observe his beautiful eyes even further, this also gave Jamal the opportunity to appreciate and rever your beauty up close.

He reaches a finger to poke your cheek, chuckling when you made a playful move of biting his fingers off.

“I literally have to get eyelash extensions for my lashes to look good but yours are all natural.” You pout, tenderly caressing the skin of his under eyes. “I’m jealous-”

“But you're beautiful.”

“And so are you.”

Your boyfriend huffs, jokingly rolling his eyes at your immediate response.

“You’re beautiful both inside and out.”

You counter his remarks almost immediately. “But so are you. You're very beautiful but you're also very kind and respectful and incredibly caring and loving not only to me but even to your friends and family-”

Jamal catches your lips with his for a soft kiss completely cutting you off as he gently holds your jaw on his palm, nibbling against your lower lip before trailing his kisses down to your jaw and neck.

He smiles against your skin when he felt you sighing out a breath, relocating one of his hands to grab your waist. He lets his palm linger above your shirt as he coaxes your mouth to open up, sliding his tongue to mingle with yours when you did, he slowly slips his hand inside your shirt and rubbing it up and down your spine. The motion was still present even when the both of you had to break the kiss from the lack of air, foreheads touching as you both heaved in deep breaths of air.

“Bloody hell babe just let me compliment you, yeah?”

You chuckle, nodding your head wordlessly before you're pecking his lips for the last time, laying next to him right after.

“You always do that though, sometimes even going extra mile to get your thoughts across.” You tell him, turning your body to face him. You watch as the golden light from the bedside lamp kiss his features, making him appear more angelic underneath the artificial light. He has always been so beautiful, pity that not everyone can see that.

Jamal kisses your forehead before he's wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you close to him.

“And I will do it... every morning, every evening, everyday... until you get tired of me and my tackiness.”

“I don’t think that's possible.”

He furrows his brows. “What? You think I can't do it?”

“I don’t think me getting tired of you is possible.” You shake your head, stifling your laugh when Jamal's eyes widen by a fraction, mouth hanging open before he too shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips.

“Well I do seriously hope that you don’t.” He rubs your back, leaning his head against yours as he whispers his next words. “I still wanna marry you someday, mein Schatz.”

a/n: here's a short drabble for musiala to kick off my future posts for him !! 🤩

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Hii I have a request for Jamal Musiala, maybe him and the reader get into an argument and he makes her cry and she leaves the house and his all worried and goes out and looks for her (ending in fluff? )

Loved your last Jamal fic 💓

A day to forget - Jamal Musiala

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader

Warnings: None, I guess

Hello! I am so sorry for being late but I am in the middle of my finals.

Hope you like it tho! xx

“Sorry, sorry, sorry...” at this point, he lost the number of times he apologized, “Look, I didn’t mean that, at all. I swear I didn’t-”

“You didn’t? Why did you say it, then?” Your eyes were red of how much you cried. Both of you were in the middle of the salon, of your best friend’s apartment.

(Earlier this morning)

Jamal was angry and furious about everything. The team wasn’t at the best moment and he couldn’t do anything about it, he was distracted and every little thing could irritate him, every single one. Months have passed since you started to live together, however, you were stressed and occupied with your finals.

He just finished cleaning your bedroom, the bathroom and the guest room when he made his way to the living room. He cleaned to distract himself from overthinking, a tip recommended by Goretzka.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived there. You were sitting on the floor, in front of the table. The computer was in the middle of the table, millions of sheets everywhere; in the sofas, some under the chairs, others in the big table, and two of the were even next to the TV. Moreover, there were two bowls of food next to the computer.

“What’s this?” He asked trying to maintain his calm

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry but I just need to finish this assignment by tonight and I am so stressed, but I promise that I will clean once I finish” You quickly got up and made your way to him

“It seems as if a hurricane has passed” He said in a cold tone

You let out a small laugh as you thought he was kidding, “I promise” you approached him to put soft kiss his cheek, but he quickly turned away from you. It hurt, really, it felt like a stake in your heart, he never refused your hugs, nor your cuddles let alone your kisses

“Jamal...” your voice sounded weak, you hated it but you couldn’t hide it. True, you were occupied, busy and stressed but you weren’t dumb and you knew that he was distancing himself not only from you, from the whole world.

“Why do you have to be so messy? I mean you could study in a more proper way” he said without looking at you.

“Jamal I said I’ll clean it”

“You’re always a mess y/n, you could- I don’t know be more polite, study like a normal person, no need to throw your things everywhere” he still didn’t look at your eyes

You could feel your anger heating up. You weren’t very patient and that’s own of your flaws, however, he was being unfair and irrational.

“Jamal, stop I-” you started to say calmly

“No y/n, you need to be more polite, you are enough old to act like this!” he let out, and you couldn’t believe it

“Jamal seriously you either calm down or this is not going to end well” you tried to look at him in his eyes but no, he didn’t

“I really regret living with you”

That was it. That. Those six words, six damned words.

“I honestly- I don’t even know what to say!” you started and there was no turning back, “if you are going through a bad moment well, I am sorry but I can’t do anything about it! I tried to give you some space and time for you because I knew you needed it, but now, you fucked up so bad… so bad. You don’t have the right to come at me and relief your stress over me, alright? I don’t deserve this… I really don’t!” you screamed releasing the anger from your body “I am leaving to Claire’s, you can clean up this and live with your tidy house” you kicked the sheets on your way and quickly made your way to you shared bedroom

(Now)

“I didn’t want to, okay?” he tried to touch your arm, but you immediately refused “I am just so… I am a mess and I really shouldn’t have said you didn’t deserve it, I was an idiot and I am very sorry”

You looked at him, in his eyes. There he was, there was Jamal, his eyes were full of honesty and repentance

“Forgive me?” he asked with a small smile, and you couldn’t stop yours

“Yes” you hugged him tightly as he kissed your head and your cheeks repeatedly.

“Please, don't cry anymore” he wiped softly your tears

Any comments about my writing are welcome. Thanks for reading!

[cher-rei]

Heyy girlll, loved your last Musiala drabble. Could you maybe write another one where reader gets really jealous and Jamal eventually notice and just teases her ?

the boy is mine– jamal musiala [ J.M ]

the boy is mine, I can't wait to try him [the boy is mine– ariana grande]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: the new intern seemed a little touchy and you felt the need to put her in her place.

genre(s): take a guess... (fluff!)

[w.c: 1.4k] masterlist

notes: *giggles*

jamal was having one of his best practices yet as you watched from your spot in the stands. you wore a proud smile as he deftly maneuvered the ball past the defenders and scored, looking to you with a puppy-like smile to see if you noticed.

when you called to say that your lecture ended early and that you'd be joining him for practice today, he was ecstatic. he loved the opportunity to show off whenever he could and you were more than happy to cheer him on in whatever he did.

you always said that watching jamal play was a privilege and that it was an experience like no other, and were filled with pride knowing that you got to experience it first hand. however, your pride was mixed with annoyance today as you noticed hannah, one of the new physio interns, being a bit too enthusiastic every time he did something impressive.

you noticed how she would stand a bit closer to him than everyone else, giving him pats on the back, high fives, and once, even a playful shove. your annoyance grew with each interaction and you tried to brush it off, but it was hard when hannah was hovering over jamal like a bee around honey.

perhaps she was the main reason you showed up to practice... for the past two weeks jamal had mentioned her a few times, saying that she was so helpful and always offered to help when he needed. to you it was obvious what her objective was, but your boyfriend was oblivious. so instead of calling it out, you decided to see her in action.

with your jaw clenched you sat back in your seat, your attention on the girl who was well aware of your presence and who you were. she even had the gull to smile at you, but there was nothing genuine about it or her competitive glare.

eventually, jamal jogged up to you, his face glowing in excitement. "baby! did you see that last goal?"

the annoyance still evident in your demeanor, you forced a smile with your arms crossed. "yeah, you're doing amazing, sweetheart."

jamal wasn't an idiot, he noticed your tense posture and uninterested look immediately. he leant over on the barricade to get closer to you, a look of worry on his face. "is everything okay? wh--"

he was abruptly cut off by the call of his name. an annoyed groan left his lips at his coach calling him over but he made sure to reassure you that he'd be back. you couldn't suppress the smile tugging at your lips and nodded, watching as he hurried over to his coach, once again leaving you alone.

it wasn't long before that empty presence was filled by none other than hannah herself. she leisurely made her way over to the barricade near you but didn't say anything, instead her attention was on jamal. you couldn't help but look at the back of her head in confusion, wondering what she was trying to do.

eventually, she turned to look at you, her smile in place but her eyes evaluating every inch of you. "hi, I'm hannah. you must be jamal's friend."

it took every single nerve and muscle in your body to stop you from jumping over the barricade and gauging her eyes out. she knew what she was doing, and at some point that annoyance died down and was replaced with shock. you wondered where the hell she got the audacity from to be so blatantly idiotic.

you poked your tongue into the corner of your cheek and nodded. "girlfriend. I'm his girlfriend."

with that, she didn't say anything and just laughed. what the hell was she laughing for??the two of you held your gazes, but all you could think of was how she thought this was a competition. you couldn't blame her for her little crush on jamal, it was understandable. but it was the fact that she thought that she had even a slight chance.

bless him for not having any idea that she was hitting on him. it genuinely made you feel better, knowing that he couldn't care less but this girl was stubborn by the look in her eyes. but she didn't know who you were— not in the slightest and you were more than open to watch her shoot her shot.

you wanted to see how far she could get, but you knew that jamal only had eyes for you. he was yours. and you planned on having it that way for the rest of your lives.

when jamal came back, you didn't even spare him a glance and instead watched how hannah's eyes lit up as he got closer. she straighted her posture and fixed her hair, causing your lips to part in shock.

jamal glanced between the two of you with a sweet smile. "I see the two of you have met." his attention turned to you immediately, your look of utter shock causing him to worry but he couldn't even address it because hannah decided that she had the right to speak.

you remained silent and watched the exchange between the two of them carefully, mentally urging her to test her limits.

"you know if you ever need someone to help you cool down after practice, I'm available. I could use the extra practice anyway."

oh, so she wasn't embarrassed at all? her lack of shame had your mind running in circles and you wanted to laugh so badly. all you did was lightly scoff, a smirk on your lips. "he's got me for that."

hannah looked to you with a challenging gaze which you happily returned, the smile not leaving your lips. this was pure entertainment right here.

"yeah but seeing as I'm an actual physio, I know more when it comes to that," hannah said with the fakes laugh you'd ever heard. you wanted to wipe that smug smile off her face and bury her six feet under.

from the corner of your eye you noticed jamal's more than confused look but brushed him off. "and seeing that I'm his actual girlfriend, I know just how to help him relax."

jamal quickly interjected when he sensed the tension, knowing just how far you were willing to take this. "thanks hannah, but I think my girlfriend has it covered."

hannah shrugged, her eyes lingering on jamal. "well, the offer still stands." she smiled and sent you one final look. "it was lovely meeting you."

there was a boastful smile on your face as you waved her off, the annoyance slowly dripping away the further away she got. just how you liked it.

when she was gone, jamal looked to you, trying to stifle his laugh. "is that why you were upset earlier, hm?"

you shrugged, eyes darting over to hannah who was gathering equipment nearby. "just wondering how often your intern friend gets all handsy during practice."

with a teasing smile jamal rested his head on his arms, eyeing you up and down. he loved how overprotective you were over him, it made him feel special. "hannah, is just really enthusiastic about her job."

"enthusiastic, huh?" you mimicked, voice dripping in sarcasm.

jamal decided to play along for the fun of it. "yeah, she's like a cheerleader, always there to boost morale. she even asked if I needed a personal watter bottle carrier."

your jaw ticked. "did she now?"

"yep. and she said that I have the 'perfect shoulders for pats'. very specific compliment, don't you think?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to contain your jealousy and got up from your seat to stand against the barrier to be closer to your boyfriend. "she does realise that you're my boyfriend right?" you pointed towards yourself and jamal smiled. "you're mine. nobody else's."

a scoff left your lips. "the audacity."

jamal couldn't contain his laughter anymore and reached over to pull you closer to him, his hand resting on your cheek as he looked into your eyes with a softened gaze. "you're adorable when you're jealous, you know that?"

instinctively, you melted at his touch. "just wait until I'm burying her body then."

with that, he laughed again and kissed your cheek. "I only care about your shoulder pats, baby."

your annoyance melted away once again and you looked up at him with a pout. "really?"

he grinned and nodded. "absolutely. you're the only cheerleader I want. nobody else."

with that, you got up on your tippy toes and gave him a short but meaningful kiss on the lips, squishing his cheeks when you pulled away. "yes, because you're mine. are you mine?"

jamal couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks and simply nodded, an excited chuckle leaving his lips and you could swear that he was jumping in place. "nobody else's. just yours, love."

[praiafleur]

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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

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hector fort, marcus rashford

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

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WHENEVER, WHEREVER

Before you start reading I just wanted to say that this is the first time I ever write for a “public”, we could call it like that. Also, English is my fifth or sixth language, in case you find an error or various. 

This is any footballer x fem!reader (I hope it’s right) 

- I hope you enjoy it and any type of comment is welcome 

- It is weird because I just thought about it and wrote it down 

- Any footballer but Piqué, it would be weird if you did

[I am not trying to own or appropriate any of Shakira's songs (or her teams'). "Whenever, Wherever" is not my song and neither did I write the lyrics.]

WHENEVER, WHEREVER

He was coming down the stairs when he heard the music that you were playing out loud. It felt weird when he woke up and could not feel you between his arms and that is why he started to search for you. 

He quickly knew where you were as soon as he was able to hear properly and his brain started to function. That song was very familiar to him, to both of you actually, but maybe it meant more to him.

He saw you there, dancing with the spatula on your right hand and your left arm up, following the rhythm of the song. 

Two years ago

You both were having the fun of your life, especially you. You just finished uni finals two weeks ago and both of you started to date a few months ago, none of you said “I love you” yet, it was a relationship between two adults who liked each other.

You were looking at him, in his eyes, smiling and moving your body shyly to Shakira’s song. Your chairs were touching as he held his glass that was right next to yours. The ambiance was perfect to define a late summer night, everyone was happy and enjoying life the best way they knew, your friends were dancing on the floor, while you decided to sit down and  enjoy the party more calmly with your boyfriend. “Boyfriend”, pretty weird for you, right? First time having a partner and him being a well known footballer, that is something that you never expected, a real plot twist in your life. You have not changed since you met him but he surely showered you with affection, you blushed every time he called you “beautiful” and you felt a whole zoo in your stomach every time he held your hand, you could melt just by seeing him trying to make you laugh with a bad joke, and you could cry because he truly took care of you.

That night you looked very beautiful, not just because he told you so but because you felt happier and you truly liked the outfit and the make up.

He was directly looking at your lips, without shame, while you were lip syncing Shakira’s “Whenever, wherever”, ‘Think out loud, say it again’ you followed the song word by word, without any mistake, you could prove that you probably learned all of her songs by heart. He gave you a small smirk, he truly felt happy, seeing you finally relaxed and for being able to spend more time with you. It was a very loud party, but you were in your small bubble, enjoying each other’s company. You laughed a bit as you could not follow her famous 'Le-ro-lo-le-lo-le' and kept lip syncing the song, and when you followed her words: 'Tell me one more time that you'll live lost in my eyes' he knew it, it hit him. He was completely and entirely lost in your eyes, not just your eyes, he was lost in the whole of you, he was mesmerized by you, almost as if you put a spell on him that attached him to you for the rest of your existence. He was in love with you, entirely in love with you.

Present

You were there singing that exact same song that told him that he was in love with you. It was not a calm, relaxing or slow romantic song, however, it told him.

He hugged you from behind, sliding his warm arms on your cold belly, he almost swore that you were wearing the same top you did that night, it was not but it was quite similar. It surprised him that two years later he remembered every single detail and every second of that night. He thought about writing it down as he was scared about ever forgetting even a millisecond of that night.

He kissed your cheek as you gave him a smile, one of sincerity and love. He then, whispering, told you, “I do, I live lost in your eyes.”