#paulo Dybala one shot

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Instagram ~ Paulo Dybala

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@ yourusername mi bebé, te amo tanto❤️ (my baby, I love you so much)

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paulodybala yo mucho más😍🫶 (I much more)

alicecampello cuties💕💕💕💕 -> yourusername 🤍🤍

paulofan los amo🫶🫶 (I love them)

Paulodybala✔️

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@ paulodybala Felices 4 años mi amor!

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yourusername te amo💓💓💓 (I love you)

vlahovicdusan felicidades hermano❤️👊 (congratulations brother)

alvoramorata 🙌🙌

pauloxy/n sooo cutieee🥹💕

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@ yourusername mi cumpleañosss🎉💗🫶

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paulodybala feliz cumpleaños mi amorrr❤️❤️ -> yourusername te amo🫶🫶

annekeemolenaar happy birthday love❤️🎈💋 -> loved tonight😍❤️

alicecampello birthday girl!!💓🎉

thessalacovich Felicidadesssss✨ (congratulations)

carolmiarelli 🎉🎉🎉

Paulodybala✔️

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@ paulodybala 🇺🇸 Non stop!!

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yourusername you’re looking hot🤤 -> vlahovicdusan stop drooling y /n🤓 -> yourusername I’m just admiring my hot boyfriend😌

pauloxfan omg look at y/n her comment🥹 -> fan.pauloy/n they’re so cute

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@ yourusername My champion! You helped the team with a victory, you even got tho score a penalty!! I can’t describe how proud I am of you, mi amor. ❤️🏆

paulodybala sos la mejor❤️ (you’re the best) -> yourusername vos🫶 (you)

rodridepaul vamosss💙

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[httpsdana]

Hii! Please write about Pau Cubarsi, something with prompt 58

Beautiful Boy~Pau Cubarsi

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers i write for

58-"hang on, are you blushing?"

y/n's cousin was getting married, and she couldn't wait to ask Pau to go with her as her plus one. He was nervous at first, as he haven't meant any of her family other than her parents, but when he noticed how excited his girlfriend was, he couldn't say no to her.

As their flight to Italy approached, the couple was getting more and more excited. Pau was just excited to see how beautiful his girlfriend would be in her dress, even though she told him she's keeping it as a surprise.

On the wedding day, y/n was expected to be getting ready with her cousins and the bride, so she had to make sure Pau was all set with his tie and suit, before leaving him to get ready.

As she sat on their bed in the hotel room, she scrolled through her phone, still looking for an inspo for her make up look. She was interrupted when she heard Pau clear his throat.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes widening immediately with a smile that took over her face quickly.

"Pau oh my god" she said in a low voice, standing up as he walked closer to her.

He looked so handsome. So elegant. So beautiful.

"what do I look that bad?" he teased, though a fear of that being true gnawed at him.

"no amor you look... beautiful" she mumbled, her hands reaching up to smooth down his suit.

Just then she looked at his face, only to see his cheeks in burning red, his eyes on the ground, and he was holding a smile back by biting his lip.

"hang on, are you blushing?" she teased, her arms wrapping around his neck as she looked up at him.

"no..." he trailed off, burying his head in her neck to hide his face.

y/n giggled, her fingers reaching up to run them through his hair.

"you're cute" she mumbled, feeling his arms around her waist tighten.

"shut up" he murmured into her neck, pressing a few kisses on her skin before pulling away.

His face was still lightest shade of red, a shy smile on his lips.

"aren't you supposed to be getting ready? the wedding starts in a few hours" he said, his arms not leaving her waist.

"no I'd rather be here... making you blush" she teased, her hands reaching up to hold his face.

"stop" he mumbled, his cheeks becoming darker again.

y/n laughed, pulling his face down to kiss him. He kissed her back, the deep shade of red on his cheeks still bright.

As they pulled away, Pau's smile wide as ever.

"I love you" he mumbled against her lips, their breath still heavy.

"I love you more my beautiful boy" she said, a hint of teasing in her voice, but he knew she meant every word she said.

[lecsainz]

is it alright if you write for dybala? It doesn't have to be anything long, just a small fic where paulo is *trying* to paint the reader's nails

It's okay if you don't want to!! :D have a great day!!💕 :>

FAVORITE ARTIST

parings: paulo dybala x girlfriend!reader

summary: that one where paulo decides to paint his girlfriend's nails.

an: can I talk about how much I'm in love with this man?

( my last work || go to main masterlist )

Paulo sat at the table, a concentrated expression on his face as he delicately held a nail polish brush between his fingers. His girlfriend, you, were sitting across from him, trying hard not to burst into giggles at his earnest attempt to paint your nails.

"Okay, I got this," Paulo muttered, his brows furrowed in concentration as he aimed the brush at your waiting fingernail.

You couldn't help but admire his determination. Paulo wasn't the most skilled when it came to nail art, but his willingness to make the effort made your heart swell with affection.

Gently resting your hand on the table, you held back your laughter, not wanting to disrupt his focus. Paulo carefully applied the polish, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

"Um, Paulo?" you finally managed to say, trying to stifle a laugh.

He glanced up at you with a mix of pride and uncertainty. "Yeah?"

"You might want to stay away from the skin," you teased, pointing to the smudges of nail polish on your skin.

"Oh," Paulo chuckled sheepishly, reaching for a cotton swab to clean up the stray polish. "Right, noted."

As he continued to work on your nails, you admired his determination and the effort he put into something that was clearly outside his comfort zone. It was a simple moment, but it meant the world to you.

Once he finished, Paulo sat back, looking at his handiwork with a mix of satisfaction and a hint of pride. "Not bad, right?"

You examined your freshly painted nails, a wide grin spreading across your face. "They look fantastic," you assured him, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Really?" Paulo's face lit up with a bright smile, relieved that you appreciated his attempt.

"Absolutely," you replied, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's the effort that counts, and yours is priceless."

Paulo beamed at your words, a soft warmth spreading in his chest. He leaned forward, capturing your hand delicately between both of his, his gaze filled with gratitude.

"You know, I may not be an expert at this, but I'll always try my best for you," Paulo murmured, his voice tender and sincere.

Your heart swelled at his words. "And that's what I love about you," you confessed, tracing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. "Your willingness to go the extra mile means more to me than anything else."

Paulo's eyes softened, a gentle affection shining through. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Thank you for letting me try things, even if they don't always turn out perfectly."

"There's beauty in every attempt," you assured him, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "And you, Paulo Dybala, are my favorite artist."

His smile widened, a mixture of contentment and adoration gleaming in his eyes. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering affection.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a rush of warmth as you held each other, cherishing the simplicity of the moment.

[xrichukix]

hi honey, i wanted a smut request about paulo where he is a himbo and all he thinks about is fucking you(obvious if you feel comfortable writing something like that). tysm❤

Birthday boy - paulo dybala

paring: reader x paulo dybala

Warnings: another smut , unprotected sex

You have been friends with Paulo for several years, unfortunately, some time ago you fell in love with him, not knowing that he had the same feeling, so you tried to move away from him and spend less time together. However, when his birthday came around and he invited you to celebrate with him by the pool, you agreed almost immediately. When you came handing him the gift he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you on the cheek close to the lips. He couldn't help the fact that various ideas of how to get you were circulating in his head for several days. The worst for him were the nights when he imagined you naked next to or underneath him moaning his name. he had to admit to having sucked himself a few times pretending it was you doing it and not his own hand. You tempted him without even noticing the effect it had on him, especially now that you were about to celebrate his birthday, you were sitting with your feet in the pool in a fucking skimpy swimsuit.

Automatically his thoughts wandered to the fact that an even better gift would be if you gave him a blowjob right now while kneeling in front of him without a bathing suit top. He was so focused on it that he didn't even look back and his dick was in full swing. he quickly covered his problem and focused on talking to you further. You came very close to him to drink, Paulo seeing your body so close without thinking he threw back the pillow and pulled you onto his lap, then embracing you he dug into your mouth greedily. you were shocked at first but after a while you kissed back with the same feeling, you slid your fingers into his hair and Paulo pulled you closer so you could feel his hard cock. when he pulled away from your lips he looked you in the eyes and said "I need you baby and I want you next to me take you on dates kissing and all the other damn things couples do just please be mine and just let everyone know that the only name you will bescream it will be mine" Not knowing how to answer you just nodded yes and now you kissed him. .after a while, Paulo moved with kisses to your neck and breasts, taking off your top from the outfit. He took your right nipple in his mouth and started sucking it to play with the other nipple with his fingers, thus making you moan, which he liked very much. he put his hands on your ass squeezing it before pushing your panties aside and he started teasing you with his fingers whispering in your ear "fuck baby you're so wet already, so ready for me, right? I'd love to see you ride me." After that, with his help, you started riding him to give both of you the long-awaited fulfillment.

[footballerimaginess]

I’d love a fluffy Dybala one shot maybe something like a tickle fight🫶🏼

"There you are, did you not hear me calling you?" you peeked over the duvet as Paulo walked into the bedroom whilst you were laying in bed. "No sorry, I was so cosy here. I was absolutely frozen when I came in so I had to get straight into bed" you laughed as Paulo jumped down next to you. "Course you did, well I can warm you up" he smirked as he felt your hand as you placed it on yours. "Noooo, its too cold. Get that off of me right now" you pushed it away. "Sorry" he smirked as he started tickling you. "Pau, stop it you know I hate when you tickle me and it is absolutely freezing" you laughed hysterically, trying your hardest to wriggle away.

[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Snowball Fights

player: paulo dybala words: 965 request: paulo dybala - You - 500 – 900 - The two of you just moved into your new house and one morning he wakes you up super excited because it snowed last night and your whole backyard is filled with snow so he practically drags you out of bed to go outside with him and build a snowman After you put on some warm clothes you start building the snowman when suddenly a snowball hits you from behind so the two of you start a snowball fight and at the end he just pushes you into the snow and you drag him down with you

A/N: GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WRITING PAU AGAIN. You’ve all been sleeping on him for far too long. I could never. 

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“Babe?” Paulo’s voice calls to you through your semi-awake state. You long to turn over and bury yourself back beneath the warmth of the covers but Paulo’s tugging them back, exposing you to the cold air and his cool body. “Please babe, wake up.”

The groan you make is the only sound you’re capable of doing as your hands claw pathetically at the duvet to try and capture the heat once more but he’s stronger than your sleep-weak muscles.

“Pau,” you whine, giving up fighting him for the duvet and instead, try to pull the pillow over your head but he grabs that too, leaving you slumped on the mattress frustrated.

“I need you.”

“Sex can wait.” you huff, deciding that this was the worst way to get you in the mood and not a mood.

“Yes, it can.” he agrees, making your eyebrows furrow together.

“Then what do you want that is so important to wake me up…” you trail off to check the time, “before 8am?”

The bed dips and moves as his body moves a little more, hands manipulating your frame until you’re on your back and he’s above you, lips at your earlobe and the light shadow of a stubble coming through on his jaw rubs at your cheek as he whispers, “it’s snowing.”

“So? It can wait.”

“Nu-uh. Wanna build a snowman?”

“No. I want to sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“Then let me be,” your words fall flat as your resolve melts and your body begins to come around from the sleep you’ve been pulled from. Paulo lays with an even body weight on you as you begin to stroke his hair while he nuzzles at your neck. A few minutes pass and when you show no sign of falling back to sleep, you let out a reluctant sigh.

“Fine.”

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The clothes you’d packed were to try and keep out coldness, maybe extending to a frost, but certainly not snow. Snow was not on the weather app, despite the temperatures plummeting and so you’d thought it was safe. Never, have you been so wrong. Reminding you once more to not trust the weather forecasts and just hope for the best.

With one hot drink and a light breakfast in your belly, you’ve brought out another hot drink in your flask to try and keep you warm whilst outside. Paulo couldn’t wait, or rather, wouldn’t wait. His footsteps are carved out, step by stepping showing exactly where he’s been. The steps lead to the beginnings of a snowman that is beginning to take shape as you carefully follow his steps, not wanting to create your own just yet. Snow flutters down, and though it’s only a light dusting that falls from a heavy sky, you get the impression that the prints left behind now will be filled by early afternoon at the latest.

Your thermal flask has barely touched the snow covered patio table when you feel the harsh thud against your back and a spray of snow falls on either side of you. You daren’t turn, not wanting a faceful of snow but you brace yourself for a second one or more, both of which follow in quick succession.

Gritting your teeth, you steal a glance and send him a scathing look his way; one that momentarily halts Paulo in his tracks but not for long. You’ve only just managed to place the thermal onto the table, making sure that it can stand without being knocked over before you scoop as much snow into a ball within your hands.

It’s barely shaped when you’re arching your back to avoid being hit once more but the moment it’s formed, you’re sending it flying in Paulo’s direction.

“I thought you didn’t want to go play in the snow?” Paulo yells as he takes cover behind the small mound that was the snowman's attempt.

“You woke me up and I chose violence as retaliation,” you justify, smoothing yet more snow into a sphere. “Come out you coward, you wanted this. You started this.” The ball leaves your hand, lifting up into the air before you catch it once more as you wait for him to make an appearance.

The pompom on the hat bobs up and down above the snow shield as he tries to move, making it easy to track where he is. Finding yourself bored of waiting but not wanting to step forward in case he hears the crunch of the snow beneath your shoes, you opt instead to send the ball flying in his direction, skilfully knocking the hat askew.

He straightens up instinctively to fix the hat position, only for him to feel the cold burn as your aim lands perfectly, causing a flurry of snow to fall from his head.

“Right,” Paulo snaps, pushing to his feet and begins to make his way back to you. Panic rises within you, the fear of being chased begins to ripple but the snow prevents you from moving as quickly as you’d like.

Paulo is upon you within what feels like seconds. You’ve barely made 6 steps when you feel his hands on your jacket, pulling you backwards to him before the feeling of being pushed begins instead. You twist your body at the right moment, hand grasping for anything of Paulo’s, fingers itching to close around something of his when they finally do at the last second. Fabric fills your hand, enough for your fall to take effect and pull him down with you.

“Do you give up?” He asks, rubbing his cold nose against your own.

“Excuse me, but you were losing.” You point out, though Pau shakes his head in denial.

“I don’t think so. But I’m prepared to take it easy on you next time.”

[footballxixstars]

Paulo Dybala

Paulo Dybala born on the 15th of November 1993. He plays for AS Roma and Argentina National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Take Advantage of the Time Alone ~ Finally you and Paulo get some time alone and you want to spend it wrapping presents but Paulo wants more

Ballroom Dancing ~ You, a professional ballroom dancer and Paulo come together as dancing partners but you forgot how easily dancing can cause you to have other feelings too

Cancelled Flight ~ Your flight home gets cancelled so you can’t go home for Christmas luckily you see Paulo at the airport

One More, I Dare You ~ Paulo just making egg puns and jokes all day and you’ve had enough

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[emwritesfootball]

Tracing Tattoos | Paulo Dybala

Since my mind has just been occupied by thigh/hip tattoo pieces all day, I'm just thinking of Paulo tracing them when you're cuddling on the couch or in bed. He's just completely entranced

Word Count: 410

Warnings: none just fluff xx

A/N: A couple days late but the sentiment stands - happy birthday @lawsandother xx

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While you and Paulo had your fair share of tattoos, you each had favourites on the other. For you, you loved the script on his ribs, often tracing it as a way to calm him down or relax after a long day. For Paulo, he loved your thigh piece.

The cherry blossoms started on your mid-thigh, tracing up and curling over your hip to cross over your stomach and low back. It was an intricate piece that had taken multiple sessions and it was by far your most-loved piece. You rarely wore outfits that would show it off, loving the feeling that came with knowing so few people knew it existed on your skin.

“Come here,” Paulo murmured in Spanish, beckoning you to crawl into bed. You were in nothing but one of his old shirts and a pair of panties, having just come out of the bathroom ready for bed.

“What?” You replied, smiling as you easily curled into his side, loving the way the two of you fit so perfectly together. Paulo’s hand instantly came to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing over the ink underneath.

“Just missed you is all,” he answered, giving you a soft kiss. You could taste the minty-fresh toothpaste on his lips, the same toothpaste you’d just used.

“Paulo! I was barely gone for five minutes!” You chuckled, your fingers tracing over the script on his ribs. “But I missed you, too.”

“Did you have a nice birthday?” He asked a few minutes later after you’d turned out the light.

“I did.” You smiled in the dark, pressing a kiss to his sternum. “Thank you. I wasn’t expecting a party but it was nice to see all my friends in one place for a day.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were surrounded by everyone who loves you. I know how hard the last year has been for you and I wanted to do something to give you an unforgettable day.”

“You know I would’ve just been content to spend the day with you, right?”

“I do,” Paulo hummed, pressing a kiss into your hair, “but that’s what I figured tonight was for.”

You let him trace over your tattoo in the dark, his fingers knowingly following all the twists and turns of the branches as he whispered loving words in a mix of Spanish and English with some Italian thrown in. You fell asleep in Paulo’s arms, safe and content.

[lxndonorris]

nailing it - Paulo Dybala

Y/N x Paulo Dybala

Theme: Fluff

Paulo trying desperately to paint your nails x

word count: 560+

Today is a special day for you and your boyfriend Paulo because it is your first dinner as an official couple. Of course, you went to restaurants before, but somehow, it feels different when everyone in the world knows that you’re dating the professional footballer.

You’re sitting in your kitchen, just finishing painting the nails on your left hand in a soft blue color, perfectly complementing your bright eyes, when Paulo walks inside the room, already wearing his dark tailored suit, looking very handsome indeed. “There you are.” He says softly, walking up to you, kissing your forehead tenderly. 

“Hey, babé.” You say, inspecting his outfit. “You’re looking so good today.” Your expression softens before you concentrate on your nails again. Paulo winks and takes a look at your nails. “Like what you see?” You smirk, lifting the now dry nail up, holding it next to your eyes. “Gorgeous.” He licks his lips, but then he notices your other hand. “You’re not done? We have to go in about ten minutes.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you put your hand down. “Relax, it’s not as easy as it looks.” He scoffs, looking at his own nails. “I bet I could do it faster.” Giggling, you look at him, raising your eyebrows. “Fine. Take a shot.” You say, pointing at the chair in front of you. Not sure how to react, he stands there for a few seconds, his gaze shifting between you, the nail polish, and the chair.

“Fine. But if it looks okay and I’m faster, you owe me.” Sitting down, he smirks again. “Whatever you want.” Shaking your head slowly, you hand him the bottle with the blue lacquer. He sticks out his tongue, imitating your words as he opens it in a swift move. Slowly, he starts to apply the polish, his hand shaking slightly. “Well, I’m even quicker than that.” You say snarkily, and as your eyes meet, you can see him fuming inside.

“Eight minutes.” You smirk while he finishes the first nail. It looks okay but not as good as yours. He notices the huge difference but tries to hide it, but he even knocks the bottle over, spreading the lacquer across the table. “Fuck.” He groans, quickly picking it back up again. Without saying a word, you just enjoy seeing him struggling. Paulo gets two more nails done, improving step by step, but you can hear him muttering something underneath his breath.

As he finishes the last nail, he compares your work with his and cringes. “It looks bad huh?” He says, raising an eyebrow. You inspect the nails carefully, but you have to admit that he improved along the way. “Ah, Nah. They look ok.” You shrug and take his still shaking hand. “It’s your first time after all.” He smiles weakly, stroking your hand firmly. “At least I was quick, wasn’t I?”

Giggling again, you shake your head. “We should have left about five minutes ago.” You smirk and he closes his eyes in defeat. “Fuck.” He grunts, running a hand through his nicely done hair. “It’s fine, we would have been early anyways.” You kiss him lovingly, cupping his cheek. “Really?” He says quietly, rocking in his chair. “Yeah. Just need to get dressed and we’re good to go.”

Together, you get up and with an arm around your waist, you walk into the bedroom, getting dressed for the night.

[mywrittengartgallery]

PAULO DYBALA - Born Singer

Words : 1,7k

Warning : Fluff

Summary : Paulo discovers that his girlfriend has a hidden talent for impersonating One Direction

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He had just locked his car that he was already trying to quickly jog towards his doorstep. He was so damn tired, the cold only making it worse and just giving him the need to curl up under a warm blanket while sleeping as much as he could. To that, you could add the fact that he couldn't feel his fingers, it felt like ice cubes were sitting on his skin but they wouldn’t melt, and his damped hair from the after-practice shower would probably make him sick later if he didn't find his keys right away. However his shaky hands were doing everything but helping him. Paulo had to blow some air on the tip of his fingers to make his blood flood in this area again. He hated winter, actually no, he despised feeling cold and winter had the particularity to be defined by its harsh and unforgiving icy weather, especially here in Turin. It had been years since his arrival but still, he wasn't really able to get used to this. 

With a lot of focus and some luck, he finally found his keys at the bottom of his bag. He was pretty overjoyed inside but way too annoyed by the situation to show it. Paulo was a friendly person: he smiled a lot and was easy-going yet this, this was too much and he clearly wanted to die. Paulo was sure his body had been made to purposely avoid anything that was too close to ice.

 He had finally opened his heavy front door, then slammed it right away after entering his warm and expensive shelter. The sweet warmth provided by his house was wrapping around him like a cocoon provoking shivers that made his body shake. It was the best feeling honestly, his muscles were finally relaxing after minutes and minutes of being so tensed. A sigh of pleasure left his now chapped lips while he ruffled a a strand of his dark hair.

Then he heard it. It wasn't loud enough to be heard from outside the mansion but it was still loud, really loud. He lifted his head and dropped his bag on the pristine floor. What the hell?

He walked slowly until he reached the living room. A small smile found its place on his tired face. Paulo was leaning against the wall, watching with a lot of adoration the young woman dancing in front of him. She hadn't seen him and he didn't think she would soon seeing how focused she was. Her hair was trapped into a messy bun with some wild locks lightly bouncing to the rhythm of her movements. She was wearing one of his sweater that was way too big on her while her hand was clenching a remote. She was singing, or rather screaming, to the remote the lyrics of the famous British boys band. Her eyes were closed, hinting how much she was feeling the song, it looked like her life depended on it. She was continuing her show by pointing her index finger around, adding some dramatic gestures, jumping on the couch and gesturing to the empty area, that was probably full of people in her mind, to sing with her. She was so immersed, that just filled him with pure joy because he had never seen a girl this beautiful, clever and crazy at the same time.

Paulo couldn't stop watching her, she was definitely out of this world, and he had been so lucky that she had accepted to go on a date this one day, even though she was pouting and sighing. He knew he had won a little bit of her affection when she giggled to a silly joke of his. It wasn't even that funny yet she had cracked a smile and closed her eyes to let out the softest laugh he had ever heard. After that, she had relaxed a bit and started considering him. He had seen it in her sparkling eyes, the way she was beginning to open up to him, the way he had made a small place in her heart for himself.

He hadn't forced her to go on a date though, actually she was the one who had put herself into this mess. Whatever dumb situation she had tried to drag him into, he had gladly accepted to follow her. She was simply mesmerizing and he hadn't felt like he could refuse her anything. The moment she had put her warm eyes on him, he had lost any ability to think properly.

Paulo didn't move. His eyes were still following her small figure around the room. Then she made a final turn, to mark the end of the song, and finally opened her eyes. They immediately fell on Paulo’s frame. She automatically blushed and threw the remote on the couch, laughing out of embarrassment. He was smiling at first but couldn't help the fit of laughter that came after. She was the cutest.

"Pau! Stop!" she whined. He couldn't stop, even if he was biting on his lower lip to stop. She pouted and gripped a cushion to throw it at him a second later.

"Hey, hey! It's ok." He said finally calming down a little. After collecting the soft cushion on the floor, he approached her. "I also like One Direction, Zayn is my favourite!" Paulo said the last part with such a high pitched voice that was clearly trying to match her voice when she fangirled over Gigi Hadid's boyfriend.

"Whatever..." her eyes avoided him out of pettiness. She put on her hood and went to sit at the far end of the couch, changing channels without much interest.

"Are you being serious right now?" said Paulo with a hint of teasing in his voice. He also sat on the furniture, staring intensely at her. She just raised an eyebrow and nodded like a child. That wasn't enough of an answer for the footballer. He got closer to the young woman, quietly.

"You sure?" she nodded again without sparing him a glance. She asked for this, right? He sighed and just slid one of his icy hands on her neck, making her hiss.

"What the? Paulo!" She turned ready to get up but her boyfriend only grabbed her arm to bring her back. She was whining while giggling. He was tickling her and she couldn't breath, small tears were forming at the corner of her eyes.

"Really Pau stop it! I think... I... I think I'm gonna pee!" she tried to articulate but she couldn't stop her laughter that was making her stutter. Paulo was laughing, maybe just as much as her. He wasn't ready to let her go, she was too much for him, and sincerely he enjoyed the sight: her beautiful eyes were closed and a delicate blush from all the teasing was coloring her cheeks. Her hair was now a mess however he didn't care, he knew she would complain a little bit later, but still, he didn’t care. So he continued, fluttering his fingers on her smooth skin to bring out of her sounds of joy. She was contorting and slapping lightly his arm, kicking from time to time.

"Pau!" he probably should have stopped earlier. She was now on the floor trying to regain her breath, a hand on her stomach. She was still chuckling.

"Are you ok?" he said out of breath. "I might have a concussion thanks to you, otherwise I'm fine." She smiled at him. He let himself slide on the floor in order to sit next to her lying form. The atmosphere was becoming calm again but a feeling of joy was filling the two lovers. Her eyes were focusing on his small smile, a proof of her genuine fondness towards the Juve's star.

"Thought you would arrive later."

"So you could feel like a One Direction’s member?"

"Shut up idiot." She was kicking him lightly on the waist; he only took her ankles to place her legs on his. She surely liked it as she blushed a little. They were sitting comfortably on the floor, enjoying the presence of the other. The soft sound of their breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. Their eyes met then drifted away, this game lasted not more than two minutes resulting in a strong attraction. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled shyly, giving Paulo a clue of what she was thinking. They had been together for quite some time now but somehow she was still flustered whenever some sort of intimacy was appearing between them. An eye contact could make her blush even though they were far from having an innocent relationship. It was just the way he was staring at her, with his light pupils and his genuine smile. She felt like she was the core of his life, she had never been used to that feeling, and clearly she wouldn't ever be. So when it was too close to a sentimental moment where they could sincerely pour their love and fondness for the other, she blushed.

He tugged her towards him and kissed her, softly. His hands held her warm cheeks while she was balling the fabric of his sweater in her delicate hands. Nothing mattered anymore, they just took as much from the other as possible. He pulled her on his laps so she could entirely face him. Her arms moved to rest on his shoulders. They were so close yet it didn't seem like it was enough. Their kiss deepened, still slow. She was going to slide a hand under his sweater when his phone rang. Paulo reluctantly detached his lips from her neck and leaned his forehead on hers, also eyeing her. She pouted but the quick peck he gave her made her grin.

"I think I might have to answer."

"Might does not mean that you have to." She was trying to convince him with her perfect puppy eyes but he knew better than that so he just kissed her nose before throwing back his head and reaching for his phone.

She sighed and buried her face in the crook of his neck, peppering it with feather-like kisses.

He loved it. He loved them together.

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hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

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How about Paulo Dybala x reader with fluff 22 and playful/teasing 2 and a lot of fluff if possible?💖

Charming Disruption~Paulo Dybala

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

2-“I swear, I tripped and fell into your arms. Pure accident,”

22-“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”

y/n was nervous. Terribly nervous. Tonight was the night she was finally meeting Paulo’s parents. He had been excited about it for weeks, but she couldn’t shake the flutter of anxiety in her stomach. She knew how important this moment was to him, and she wanted everything to go perfectly.

She stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down her dress, trying to calm her racing heart. It was a simple dress, elegant and understated, but she wanted to look her best. She could already hear Paulo’s voice, that sweet, teasing voice, making his usual comments about how amazing she looked.

But tonight, she needed to be composed. She didn’t want to do anything to make a bad impression. And she certainly didn’t want to embarrass him by acting too affectionate in front of his parents. She already knew he would want to shower her with kisses and hugs like always, but she just needed to keep a little distance for the sake of first impressions.

When she finally entered the living room, Paulo was already waiting for her, a wide grin on his face. His eyes instantly lit up the moment they landed on her.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” he asked, his voice soft and full of admiration.

y/n smiled nervously, feeling a blush creep up her neck. “Thank you, Paulo. But we should really be going. Don’t… don’t be too clingy tonight, okay? I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of your parents.”

Paulo’s face fell slightly, but he quickly pouted, crossing his arms. “Clingy? Me?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Never.”

She shot him a look, hoping he would understand the seriousness of the request. He nodded but still seemed a bit disappointed, though he quickly regained his usual playful demeanor.

As the two of them arrived at his parents’ house, the warmth and kindness of the atmosphere helped settle some of her nerves. Paulo’s mom greeted her with a hug, and his father smiled warmly, immediately making her feel welcome.

Dinner was delicious, the conversation flowing smoothly, though she found herself occasionally holding back her affection for Paulo—no kisses, no hand-holding, just subtle gestures. And Paulo? He was being a little whiny, but she could tell he was trying to respect her wishes, even if he wasn’t happy about it.

Later, after dinner, y/n found herself sitting on the couch chatting with Paulo’s mom about everything from food to life in general. She was so easy to talk to, and y/n was starting to relax. Paulo, on the other hand, had been hovering, clearly unable to stand the distance between them for too long. She could feel his eyes on her, a mixture of affection and longing.

Just as she was laughing at a joke his mom had made, she suddenly felt a weight crash onto her, and before she could even register what had happened, Paulo’s face was buried in her neck, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

“I swear, I tripped and fell into your arms. Pure accident,” Paulo mumbled, his voice muffled by her neck.

His mom burst out laughing, and y/n couldn’t help but let out a nervous giggle. She was embarrassed, of course, but it was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so ridiculously happy, his body pressed up against hers with no intention of moving.

“I… Paulo, you—” she started, trying to push him off playfully, but it was no use. He wasn’t budging.

“amor, you’re comfy,” he mumbled, his face still hidden in her neck, his arms now wrapped more securely around her waist. “I’m just enjoying the moment.”

Paulo’s mom grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You two are adorable. I’ll just leave you alone for a moment,” she teased, giving them both a wink before excusing herself from the room.

y/n couldn’t help but laugh, even as she felt her face heat up from the closeness. “Paulo, you really didn’t have to do that,” she muttered, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him close. His warmth, his scent, his arms around her—it was comforting, no matter how embarrassing the situation was.

Paulo lifted his head slightly, just enough for his lips to brush against her collarbone. “What? I just wanted to hold my girl. Is that so bad?”

She shook her head, letting out a little laugh despite herself. “I should've seen this coming”

Paulo grinned, completely ignoring her words as he snuggled further into her chest, his head resting on her now. “I just wanted to be close to you, amor. I missed you. Besides, I’m sure I look so cute right now, you’ll forgive me.”

She rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, you’re definitely cute,” she teased, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “But still, you made me look like a total fool in front of your parents.”

Paulo lifted his head to look at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “No one’s going to think you’re a fool. You’re too perfect for that.” He then pressed a soft kiss to her lips, catching her off guard. “Besides,” he added, “I’m not going to let go of you now.”

She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “you should be grateful I find you too cute to be mad at you” she whispered, her fingers playing with the strands of his hair.

Paulo grinned, happy to be held by her, his arms tightening around her waist. “You think I’m cute?” he teased. “Well, I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” he murmured.

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Paulo Dybala - Sunshine Sweetheart

Words: 2324

Warnings: strong language, unprotected sex

Here’s is my first smut one-shot. Please let me know what you think of it, feedback would be so helpful for the future :) xx

I want to thank @avsensio and @paul-pogba-6 for reading it first and telling me what you thought of it. Love ya xx

 Looking outside, you squinted as the afternoon sun glared at you from the backyard. You'd just woken up from a nap and were now pondering on whether or not it was a good idea to join your boyfriend outside. He looked absolutely amazing, sitting there in your backyard on one of your garden chairs, calmly tapping around on his iPad as if the heat outside didn't bother him at all. He looked so relaxed that you didn't want to disturb him but at the same time you needed cuddles and wanted to be in his presence.

 Making up your mind, you slid open the back door and huffed at the heat that met you when you stepped outside. Paulo lifted his head up when he heard the door opening and smiled, leaning forwards to put his iPad on the table and wrapping his arms around you from behind when you settled down in his lap. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes, enjoying his embrace as he pressed a kiss to your hair. You loved moments like these, where the two of you could just relax without having to worry about attending an event or entertaining guests or something along those lines. Your life in Italy was relatively busy and it made you appreciate these occasions even more.

 "How was your nap, baby?" He murmured, shifting to get more comfortable and you lifted one of your hands to caress the back of his hair, running your fingers through the short strands lazily.

 "It was nice," you mumbled, "I had a wonderful dream."

 "Yeah? What was it about?" Paulo asked and you smiled, turning your head sideways to press a kiss to his jawline.

 "Last night." You answered and he immediately looked down at you, his eyes no doubt darkening at the reminder of the previous night, even though you couldn't see them as they were covered by his sunglasses.

 "What part of last night?" He arched his eyebrow and your gaze briefly flickered to how perfectly it curved above the frame of his sunglasses.

 "The part where your face was buried in my pussy and you made me cum several times." You said unashamedly and Paulo clenched his jaw, the tendons briefly appearing beneath his skin as he swallowed.

 "Oh," He breathed, taking one arm from around your waist and letting it slowly trail downwards, the path he was making burning your skin deliciously even though he didn't make direct contact with it because of your shirt. You shivered as he reached the waistband of your shorts, his fingers teasing the thin line of skin that was visible between your shirt and your shorts before they dipped beneath the flimsy fabric.

 "And how did it make you feel, thinking back on how good I tongue-fucked you last night?" He whispered in your ear, groaning when he met your bare core and discovered that you weren't wearing any panties. Your breath hitched when his thumb flicked over your clit teasingly, heat immediately pooling down in your core at the reminder of how many times he made you climax the night before and the thought of having his fingers buried deep inside you now.

 "Fucking good." You rasped out when his middle finger dipped between your folds, feeling how ready you were for him.

 "Fuck, you're wet." Paulo cursed and immediately slipped his finger inside of you, the palm of his hand cupping the rest of your pussy and you gasped, arching upwards slightly but Paulo anchored you to him with the arm that was still slung around your waist. He grinded his hand down on your sensitive nub and you moaned quietly, trying to keep quiet because the neighbours might hear you. It turned you on even more, though, knowing that if anyone were to look over the hedge at that moment, you'd be caught.

 Paulo thrusted his finger in and out of you, slipping in a second one quite easily and you pressed your face into his neck in an attempt to stifle the moans that were escaping you. He sped up his pace, his palm still grinding down deliciously on your clit and you bit down on his neck in response. Your hips were moving upwards, desperately seeking release for the knot you felt building up in your belly.

 "Pau, please." You moaned and he slipped his fingers out of you, instead pinching your clit between two fingers and rubbing it. Immediately, fireworks exploded and you moaned, gushing all over his fingers and you felt your juices wetten the shorts you were wearing, ruining them in the process. Paulo slipped his hand out of them, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean and you stared, transfixed and somewhat dazed from your climax as his mouth wrapped around his index and middle finger, the sight turning you on again even though you just orgasmed.

 "Lose the shorts, baby." Paulo's fingers slipped from his mouth and moved back down, his thumb now brushing the inside of your thigh and you complied, fumbling with the waistband of the shorts before sliding them down your legs quickly. You could feel his erection pressing against the bulge of his jeans and you stood up, turning around to open his zipper and pull his jeans and briefs down his legs, Paulo helping you out by lifting his hips up. His dick slapped up against the fabric of his top, which you made him take of as well, and for a few seconds the sight of his dick, red and dripping with precum, tempted you with thoughts about taking him in down your throat. You suppressed the urge, however, and moved forwards to crawl on his lap and straddle him.

 Paulo reached down, gripping his dick and giving it a few strokes, spreading the precum with his thumb before lining himself up to your core and gripping your hip with his other hand to guide you downwards.

 You moaned as you slowly sunk down his length, your arms slung around his shoulders to support your weight as the chair you were sitting in didn't offer you much of it. Paulo groaned, hiding his face in your neck as his dick filled your heat. He didn't move, though, suppressing the urge to start thrusting up into you, instead waiting relatively patiently for you to adjust to his girth. No matter how many times you've had sex, it always took a bit of time to get used to him. He was quite a bit bigger than your previous boyfriend.

 "Joder, eres tan apretado." Paulo whispered against your skin and moaned again when you shifted a bit, making the chair creak beneath you. You slowly lifted yourself up, sliding one hand from around his neck to rest on his chest for extra support, and then slowly slid back down again until you felt like you couldn't go down any further. Biting your lip to try and keep yourself quiet as Paulo filled you completely, you started moving against him, trying to strike up a pace that suited you both. It wasn't too fast as the limited space of the garden chair didn't allow for much and the limited space already made your thighs burn. The feeling of Paulo's cock inside you put that burn on the of your mind, though.

 "Te sientes tan bien, nene." Paulo's one hand came up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head backwards so that he had access to your neck as his other snuck beneath the hem of your shirt, making its way upwards to your breasts. You felt sweat running down your neck because of the heat of the sun shining down on the both of you, but Paulo didn't seem to care as you felt him dart his tongue out to taste your skin, trailing a slow path upwards.

 His hand finally reached your boob and you moaned as he pinched your nipple between two fingers, shivers running down your spine at the feeling as you moved up and down his length Biting softly at your neck, he released your hair to put his hand on the small of your back, pushing you closer to him as you rode him slowly. His grunts and moans were spurring you on, though, and you wanted to up the pace but it was difficult because you didn't have enough leverage.

 Paulo must have sensed your struggle because suddenly his fingers abandoned your boob and his hands were cupping your ass, pressing you close and lifting you up with him as he straightened from the chair. The sudden movement made you squeal and stop your ministrations, but it didn't take long for him to press you against floor. Placing his arm on the floor just above your head, he gripped your thigh firmly with his other hand and made sure your leg stayed slung around his hips before he started moving within you.

 And this time the pace wasn't as slow. Paulo drilled into with a sharp movement of his hips, drawing out just as quickly before he filled you again to the brim. You couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped your lips and Paulo hushed you, pressing his lips against yours but his thrusting made the kiss incredibly sloppy.

 "¡Fóllame duro, Paulo! Si me quieres follar, fóllame duro." You whispered, still somehow not satisfied by the pace he was setting, and he retaliated by biting your lip and thrusting into you so hard that you saw stars. He pulled out slowly but thrust back into you just as hard as before and this time you scooted upwards a bit, the shirt you were still wearing luckily making sure that you weren't hurt. Letting go of your lip, Paulo closed his eyes and grunted as he repeated these movements time and time again, making you see white every time he pushed his dick into your pussy.

 "Like this, huh? Is this how you want it, nene?" Paulo's voice came from above you but you were so lost in the amazing feeling of him fucking you, so close to the edge of an orgasm, that it sounded like it came from far away. But when you didn't answer, he stopped his movements so suddenly that you cried out, grasping your hands at his back to try and make him start moving again. You were probably leaving behind red marks on his skin with your nails but you knew he didn't care. Paulo didn't give in to your urgings, however, refusing to move inside of you until you answered him. You opened your eyes, blinking up at his dark eyes which were flickering across your flushed face. Meeting your gaze, he quirked an eyebrow questioningly.

 "Tell me, is this how you want me to fuck you?" He asked you again, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wetten his lips and your gaze dropped downwards, staring dazedly at where it disappeared again inside of his mouth.

 "I asked you something, baby." Paulo drove his hips into yours again suddenly and you slung your head back with a loud moan, your hands trying to make him resume his movements by pushing and pulling at his hips.

 "Si, eso es, Paulo. Just fuck me, please."

 And that was all he needed to hear, apparently, because he pulled out and started pounding into you again, harder and deeper than before. You bit down on his shoulder, trying your best to keep the loud moans inside of you. The gesture was futile, though, as your neighbours had most likely already heard the two of you. No matter how hard you tried, you weren't exactly being quiet.

 It didn't take long for Paulo to bring you to the edge of an orgasm again. His dick just felt so good as it slammed into you, filling you completely each and every time. It wasn't until Paulo carefully slid his hand upwards from where it was still gripping your thigh, brushing the wetness of the juices that leaked out of your pussy before rubbing his thumb over your clit in circles, that you were pushed over the brink. Your sudden climax overwhelmed you and you opened your mouth in ecstasy to moan out loud, but no sound came out. White encompassed your entire vision and you felt your pussy clenching down on him, which made your boyfriend groan and start bucking his hips more desperately. Sliding your arms upwards to sling them across his neck, you cradled Paulo close as he went in and out of you with sloppy movements, seeking his own climax. Bringing your lips, which were still trembling from your own orgasm, to his ear, you whispered softly, "Cum for me, baby."

 That was all it took for Paulo to groan and fill you with cum, collapsing tiredly onto your body after a last few thrusts, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily, and you felt his nose brush against your skin as he nuzzled your neck, running your hands through his hair soothingly as he came down from his high. His hand was softly rubbing your thigh, which was tingling a bit with how hard he had gripped it earlier, and you hummed in contentment at how good the motion felt.

 It took a minute or two but eventually he shifted, pressing a kiss to your neck before pulling out of you, his seed dripping out of you as he did so. Paulo let go of your thigh to lean up on his forearms above you, looking down and grinning crookedly at you.

 "Well that was a good continuation of last night, wasn't it?"

 You simply laughed, using the hand that was still on the back of his head to tug him back down so you could press your lips against his. 

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Jealous sex with Paulo Dybala

My jealous man Paulo Dybala

Author's note: Thanks for request i hope you like it let me know (sorry for any mistakes english is not my native language)

paring: reader x paulo dybala

Warnings: it's just a pure smut, unprotected sex, alcohol

You and Paulo have been in a relationship for over two years. He was confident in himself and your affection. Paulo was never the type of guy who was very jealous of his woman, he knew that it was enough to embrace you and the guy would give up trying to pick up.

But everyone has their limit right?

It was when both of you didn't have much time for each other, too busy with your work, and sex took a back seat. When the option of going to an event together came up, you immediately agreed to accompany Paulo.

Friday night you wearing a beautiful black dress that clung to you like a second skin, Paulo couldn't stop looking at you he was enchanted by the way you look. however, he had to politely persevere until the end of the party.

"Can we go mi amor?" he asked while grabbing your hand.

You nodded your head and left, arriving half a hour later. The party was in full swing you were a bit drunk when you saw Paulo who was paying more attention to his friends and unfortunately a very beautiful model slightly inherited you went for another glass of champagne. As you drank it, a stranger approached you, not much of your type but however, your drunk mind was very eager to get to know him better, and since Paulo was having a great time, you decided to have some fun.

Your conversation with the stranger was in full swing when Paulo noticed this pickup attempt and decided to take matters into his own hands. he embraced your waist and kissed your neck looking at this unfortunate guy with superiority. seeing this situation the stranger decided to tease him a bit he kissed you on the cheek as a command and left and Paulo got angry and whispered in your ear "Baby what the fuck was that supposed to be?"

However, it was your teasing response that unnerved him "You know, after talking to him, I think he's pretty good and he sure fucks well"

After that, Paulo left the party without a word, dragging you with him and you went home, he let you come in first immediately pressing you against the wall with his body kissing you greedily and slipping his hand under your dress and panties at which you moaned into his mouth .He has always loved to makepleasure in every possible way, but today missed and frustrated, he decided to teach you a lesson that it's not worth making him jealous in this way.

When he pulled away he said "I'll show you who can fuck you and whose name you'll be screaming"

He lifted you under your thighs and led you to your bedroom throwing you onto the bed. He took off your clothes and started kissing your neck avoiding your sensitive areas while teasing you with his fingers making you so damn wet. he slid two fingers inside you, giving you a fast pace at once, which made you moan his name loudly after a while he started mercilessly teasing your clitoris with his tongue. He was eating you up, the hungry animal making the only thing that was able to come out of your mouth was his name mixed with curses. You wrapped your legs around his head, pulling his hair while arching your back.

"Paulo i-..." you were unable to finish as Paulo interrupted his actions by licking his lips.

"Honey, who said I'd let you come now you will cum when I want it and how many times I want it"

You bit your lip at the unpleasant feeling of not having an orgasm and watched him get up and start undressing looking straight into your eyes before pulling you to the floor on your knees so that you could see his cock standing in front of your eyes. "Suck it baby show me that you want to be my good girl and that only my dick can give you pleasure and only his can you have inside you"

You ran your tongue along its entire length, taking it into your mouth you began to suck it and with every moment you took more and more while clenching your thighs and moans of your name came out of his mouth mixed with approval of your actions. on the spur of the moment he grabbed your hair and pressed you so that your nose touched his belly and you sucked your cheeks in, strengthening your movements not only along its length but also playing with his testicles. "Fuck just like that y/n" When you opened your mouth to catch your breath with a few hand movements he made him come with a loud moan straight onto your tongue and lips watching you lick yourself and swallow all his cum gasping for breath he laid you down so your ass was up and he spanked you which you squeaked. he slid inside your oversensitive pussy grabbing your hips, he started to slide in and out of you at a fast and hard pace making you a fucking loud moaning mess.

"Mi amor do you still think this guy would be better than methat he could see you like this and touch you and know how to please you and that that little tight pussy would be his hmm?"

You shook your head in denial while grabbing the sheets to keep yourself in position.

"Use the words baby I want to hear you"

"No.. paulo i'm...only yours" you barely got the words out you were so overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Good girl," he muttered after a moment, letting you come finally for the first time that night. you knew that after this long intense night you would be sore and your throat would be sore, but you felt that it ended well. He will convince you that only wants you and that you are his and if there is a potential threat, you will deal with it in your own way.

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BJ.

Day 5 of the NSFW smut writing challenge.

Words: 2127 Player: Paulo Dybala. Warnings:  dirty talk, praise, swearing and male oral sex.  Request?: no.

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Paulo’s girlfriend is by no means a virgin, it’s just she’s never really given much oral sex. Because of this, she’s never been able to build up the experience for it or really know what is liked. She’d watched porn, the way the girls would perform it and tried to mentally take notes, but it wasn’t the same as doing it in person.  When she met Paulo and things had turned heated, she’d embarrassingly blurted it out. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she’d said, “it’s just…I’m not fully sure how. I’m not that good at it so…” Paulo’s eyes had lit up, a smirk had taken over his mouth and he’d laced his fingers through hers before saying, “so how about I teach you?”

She was a willing student, certainly more than happy to learn and receive the benefits of it. She was excellent at following instructions and had no problems putting in the effort. She had no issue with dropping to her knees, dangling her head off the side of the bed to try and perfect the deep throat or just tease him. With each blow job she performed, her confidence grew.

So tonight, when Paulo comes downstairs freshly showered and wearing low slung sweatpants, her eyes drift to the noticeable bulge in them and she can’t help herself. “Pau,” she purrs as she moves behind him. She snakes a hand around his waist and strokes over his stomach and back up again while pressing her lips to the middle of his back. “Baby?” He replies. One simple word yet she hears the smile in it and knows he knows what she wants. “I’m thinking…” she drops her hand a little lower, pressing it against the waistband of his sweats. She could easily drop it lower but she doesn’t want to grab at him. He hasn’t given her the green light yet despite the twitch she feels just below her hand as he begins to harden. “Thinking what?” She bites her lip, hating that he wants to hear her say it.  While her confidence has grown by giving head, she’s not been as confident in asking to do so.

Paulo turns to look at her, amused while waiting for her to answer him. To him, she looks adorable as she hesitates while she wonders how to ask him. his hand goes where hers was, tugging at the waistband of his pants before dipping inside them. Paulo grips his semi hard cock and pushes them down. Her eyes drop to below his waist and she rolls her eyes. “What do you want?” He asks her again. “I want to suck your cock.” She finally says. “Yeah? C’mere then.” He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the chair. He sits, shuffling himself towards the edge and pushes his sweatpants down, leaving his erection hidden from view in his boxers.

She rushes forward, landing on her knees between his legs. She pulls the shirt over her head, knowing how much he loved to look at her body as she does this and peels her shorts from her body, leaving her only in her panties. Her breasts are on show and Paulo can’t help but bend at the waist to reach forward and tweak at her nipple which hardens almost instantly. Her fingers find her wrist and pulls the hair tie from it. She quickly scrapes her hair on the top of her head and ties it into a messy bun as Paulo laughs. “Hair up? You’re going to go for it this time huh? You mean business?”

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she reaches forward and palms him through the material that holds him back. She runs her hand flat against his hardness and traces the lines of it. She smiles as it jerks forward and runs her thumb over the dome of it. When their eyes meet, she pulls his shorts down, exposing his complete length from tip to base. One hand grips him at the bottom, allowing her to angle it towards her mouth. She licks her lips eagerly and traces his cock along her bottom lip. Pearls of pre-cum dot the slit and it does not go unnoticed. Her tongue swipes over it, her eyes still locked with Paulo’s as she does so and feels the pull within her stomach as his eyes flicker closed at the first contact from her mouth.

She allows a build up of saliva to form before she opens her mouth and sinks her lips down over him. As she does so, the spit dribbles down his length, lubricating it perfectly as she takes him further into her mouth just as he taught her. She sinks lower before dragging her lips back up to the head and sliding back down again before taking him fully into her mouth without warning and causing his hips to buck.

She begins a rhythm. Slower than he usually likes it but quicker than she would if she was teasing him. When she sits backwards slightly, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. He stares down at her intently, his eyes narrow but his pupils wide. His lips are parted slightly and his chest rises and falls unevenly. Paulo visibly turned on always arouses her and today is no exception. She feels the pull between her legs as her core clenches.

She hums around him; vibrations travel through her lips and he moans. His hands are desperate to run through her hair, to grip the locks and hold her in place as he fucks her mouth just like he’s wanted to since they met. He loves watching her like this. On her knees before him, his cock slipping between her lips and how absolutely fuckable she looks.

There was something incredibly sexy watching her as he took her, in any way that she’d let him but to see her before him like this, knowing her mouth was predominantly his; that he’d taught her how to use it was something else. It was a real turn on to know she was this good because of him.

She continues to move up and down his length, swirling her tongue over his tip before taking him down once more. When he inches towards the back of her throat, her instinct is to stop, to push him out and start again. She doesn’t want to, she wants to do better than she’d done before and push her own boundaries. She inhaled deeply through her nose and slides her lips lower, taking Paulo as deep into her throat as she can.

Her throat burns at the intrusion, her eyes water and her gag reflex tries to kick in. She grips his hips, tries to relax her jaw and after a few moments, her body adjusts to the new obstruction and she’s able to inch him further into her throat. Paulo digs his fingers into the chair arms, his muscles tense as he watches her struggle momentarily, torn between enjoying the way she looks with his cock deep within her throat and wanting to tell her to stop if it’s too much. When he feels something give and him slide further inside of her, his eyes roll and he can’t help but cuss loudly.

She drags her mouth back to the head, releasing him momentarily as she takes in a welcomed lungful of air before starting again. She realises, as she takes him into her throat slowly, why so many women do enjoy giving oral. Hearing Paulo moan above her, feeling his body react to her every lick, touch and suck. She loves the way he turns to putty when her mouth envelopes him completely. She knows he wants to take over, knows he wants to grip her hair like she has done previously when he’s been face first in her pussy, his tongue driving her to an orgasm at a disgustingly quick rate. She understands how he must feel knowing he’s getting her off like that and she can’t help but feel amazing for it.

Wanting to feel him take over her in a way that no-one else has, her eyes meet him as she comes back up to the tip of his cock. She swirls her tongue over it and says “want to fuck my mouth?” His cock slips back between her lips as he bucks his hips in response. “You don’t want that.” He’s not even sure he can control himself if she says yes. “Don’t I?” She asks, sinking her lips back over him, taking in only a few inches but it’s enough. Her lips look plump around him, her eyes are wide and shiny from them watering before and she’s giving him the “come to bed with me” look. He looks lower, her breasts look perfect from this angle. In fact, everything about her from this angle looks amazing. “I don’t know if I can hold back.” “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” She sucks gently along his shaft, her hand moves from the base to the head and begins to stroke it while her mouth works to the base and back up. “Are you serious?” “If you want to.”

Paulo nods, not wanting how desperate he is for this to happen show in his voice. He brushes her hair from her face and rests his hands on either side of her head. She removes her hand and opens her mouth, taking the first inch of him inside. She leans forward and prepares herself for what’s to come. Paulo starts of slowly, lifting his hips to push himself halfway into her hot, wet mouth. Like before, she relaxes her jaw, allowing him to thrust in and out of her at a pace that satisfies his needs. It starts slow, allowing her to get used to her mouth being filled in a way that she’s not anticipating like she would if she was in control. He picks up speed, only ever entering her half way, not wanting to push the boundaries too soon.

“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” he tells her as he watches her lips drags along his length. “Fuck you know how to take it,” He picks up speed, enjoying not only the feel of being immersed with her but also the sound of it. He loves the sounds of her occasionally gagging on him, the wet sound of her throat as he hits the back of it. He loves the hum of her throat, the vibrations that travels straight down his cock as he slips into her throat as she takes every inch of him until his pubic bone presses against her nose and his balls hit her chin. He pauses there, peering down at her as her eyes water, spit dribbles down her chin and drips onto her chest. Her fingers begin to dig into his thighs as she struggles and only then does he pull his hips back to the seat and allows her a moment to recover. He knows he’s close, he’d be spilling himself wherever she would allow within a minute of so if he keeps up the pace he’s currently thrusting into her. Paulo knows despite the fact that he’s fucking her mouth, that she has full control of this situation. He knows that even though he’s controlling the speed, she’s calling the shots. The girl before him with the innocent eyes and powerful tongue has him under her spell and there’s not a thing he can do to stop it. “Where do you want it?” He asks as he slows his hips, hating himself for breaking his rhythm when he’s so close but needing to know what she’s comfortable with. “In my mouth,” she replies before dipping her head back to his dick and swallowing him back down again greedily.   “Oh fuck,” he hisses as she deep throats him with such ease he can’t believe she’s only just done this tonight. It feels incredible and he succumbs to her, jerking his hips several more times as he swears over and over as he climaxes. She pulls off him and swallows before wiping the saliva from her chin and wiping her cheeks, wondering what kind of mess she looks like but for Paulo, she looks incredibly sexy. “I don’t know what put you in this mood,” he says as he pulls his boxers and sweatpants back into place, “but shit, I would not complain if you did this again.” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She tries to come across as cool and collected but inside she’s bursting with pride. “You do that. Now how about you get your ass upstairs and I’ll return the favour…”

[footballxixstars]

One More, I Dare You • Paulo Dybala

Easter Prompt List • Number 1

“Make one more egg pun, I dare you,”

‘What did the egg do when it saw the frying pan? It scrambled’ ‘What do you call a mischievous egg? A practical-yolker.’ ‘What do you call an egg who likes to go on Safari? An eggs-plorer.’ ‘Why do you have to watch what you say around egg whites? They can’t take a yolk.’ These are the things that you’ve heard all day.

“Make one more egg pun, I dare you,” You threatened, causing Paulo to just laugh. It was Easter so Paulo thought that it was acceptable (eggceptable) to use egg puns at every given opportunity. You were really getting annoyed with them by now and just want him to shut up. They were a little funny, to begin with, but now they aren't. He does this every year and reuses the same jokes and puns so you’ve heard them all over 100 times already. It wasn’t only puns there were also some jokes to do with eggs as well. How he has so many jokes and puns about eggs is beyond you. Paulo did put his hands up in defeat motion before getting back to doing whatever he was before.

Paulo had stopped all of his puns and jokes from there not saying another thing to you about eggs. Well not until dinner time game and you gave him the perfect opportunity to do so.

“Do you want my lamb? I can’t eat anymore,” You asked him, moving your plate slightly closer to him.

“Omelet that slide…right onto my plate,” Paulo said moving his plate closer to yours so you could put the food onto it. You did put the lamb onto his plate only because you didn’t want it to go to waste but you were very close to giving it to the dogs instead because he did the one thing that you warned him about earlier.

“Paulo,” You warned. He looked at you innocently. He looked like a puppy trying to make you forget about what he had done but once you raised an eyebrow at him he started talking.

“God, can’t take a yolk can you?” Paulo said clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

“Just because it’s Easter doesn’t mean you have to use egg jokes and puns,” You said rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re poaching all my best yolks,” Paulo continued causing you to pick up some of his food onto your fork and put it into his mouth forcing him to be quiet and eat, which he continued to do.

The next couple of hours Paulo didn’t use any more egg puns or jokes again which you were really thankful for. The two spent the rest of the day just relaxing and watching movies so he had no actual reason to use egg puns and jokes. You were trying to find reasons to make him not make them and apparently you did. You could tell that Paulo was getting tired so you were hoping that you wouldn’t hear anything else to do with eggs for another year. It was all in vain though and you knew it.

“I need a double shot of eggs-presso,” Paulo groaned, rubbing his eyes. He was struggling to keep them open being too tired yet he could still make puns about eggs. You were so close to hitting him but still bashed your head against the pillow showing him how annoyed you were.

“You're on thin ice,” You growled at him causing him to shoot you another innocent smile and cause him to start laughing which caused you to smile at him. As much as his jokes and puns annoy you they can occasionally make you laugh although you do hide it from him. You love him more than anything and will deal with the egg puns and jokes once a year if it means being with him.

MASTERLIST | MORE DYBALA

[emwritesfootball]

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 12 with Paulo Dybala

walking shelter dogs together and dreaming of finally getting their own

Warnings: cute dogs and fluff

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“Are you ready to go?” Paulo asked, grabbing the bag of supplies he kept by the door.

“One second!” You called back, lacing up your trainers and jogging over to him. “Ready.”

Paulo slung an arm around your shoulder as the two of you headed out to the car, eager to get to your monthly dog shelter volunteering job.

It had started as a date idea of Paulo’s back when the two of you had first started dating, but both of you ended up loving it so much you both mutually decided to keep going back at least once a month to walk the dogs. When Paulo broke up with his last girlfriend before you, she had taken the dogs and you knew how much it had broken his heart now that he didn’t get to see them.

You were slowly broaching the topic of getting a dog with him but you weren’t sure how open he was to that idea. Sure, the two of you talked about it every month but you only seemed to discuss it during the shelter days, shelving the conversation for another four weeks each time.

Paulo walked into the shelter first, you following close behind. The two of you greeted the staff, signing in at the volunteer section and putting on your nametags. Paulo took a few selfies and signed a few things for some of the other volunteers who recognized him - and for some of the new staff that had started in the last month - before both of you headed to the dog section of the shelter.

The dogs started barking and wagging their tails, instantly recognizing the two of you. Paulo cooed to them in Italian, pressing his hands and face against the cages, letting them all sniff and lick at him. You did the same, greeting all the dogs by name, noticing the new ones and seeing which ones had been adopted in the last month.

“Hi, Kaia,” Paulo murmured, unlocking one of the cages and reaching in for the Husky puppy. “I’ve missed you.”

The puppy placed her paws on Paulo’s chest, licking his face. You watched your boyfriend giggle and pet the dog, clipping the leash onto her and setting her on the ground. You grabbed your own dog from its cage and did the same, you and Paulo heading out on the predetermined route.

“Do you ever think you’ll adopt another dog? You asked absentmindedly, the question slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

“I’d love to, I just don’t know if we’ll have enough time to take care of it,” was Paulo’s response. It was the same one he’d been giving every time, but there was something in his voice that had you hopeful.

“I think we would,” you mused, ideas flowing from your thoughts to your mouth. These were things you’d been thinking about and you wanted to let Paulo know that the two of you could do it. “We’ve both owned dogs before - we know what goes into it - and I think we’d be good at it. Sure, there would be an adjustment period, but we would be able to manage it. Maybe we wait and think about it seriously over the next few months and decide once the season ends?”

Paulo gave you a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the action. “That sounds perfect.”

Your good mood continued as both of you walked a few more dogs, discussing potential breeds and names among other things. Both of you were all smiles after your day at the dog shelter, excited for all the possibilities to come.