#premier league smut

[riahollywood]

♡ a snippet from my fic - Scarlet and Erling’s first time together

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We relocated to the couch where we sat cuddled up together as some movie played. I wasn't paying any attention to what was on the screen as I rested my head against his shoulder.

Erling placed one of his hands on my legs and gently begun caressing my skin.

"You always wear such short things." He commented, his eyes lapping up my bare legs.

My body froze under his touch.

"To be fair I am tall so pretty much everything is short on me even if it's not intended to be." I managed to mutter out, my heart rate increasing as his fingers went further up my thigh.

"You are going to get me into trouble one day." Erling left his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to where I wanted him.

Before I knew it, he had closed the small gap that was between us and softly planted a kiss onto my lips. The kiss didn't last long before he pulled away, leaving me disappointed.

It felt like his eyes were burning through me as I watched as he studied my face. The tension was killing me and I knew he must've felt it too.

I reached out and grabbed the last of my wine, swigging all that remained to give me the confidence boost that I so desperately needed.

"Did you want to show me where your bedroom is?" I asked and his eyes immediately lit up.

I thought back to the first time I was here and how I had ran away when he had asked me the same question. Now it was me that was asking to be taken there.

This man was doing serious things to me that no one had ever made me feel before.

Without saying anything, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

He carefully put me down onto his bed. I didn't even have time to look around the room as Erling climbed on top of me.

He leaned in, capturing my lips with his. Sighs and moans passed from both of us as he caressed my body with his hands. He ran his tongue over my lips and I gladly parted them allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

Erling pulled away. His gaze wandered down my body and landed on my pink lacey knickers that were now on display after the friction of Erling's body had caused my dress to ride up. He groaned softly when he noticed and he moved down my body.

He kissed up each of my legs till he reached the bottom of my dress, pulling up the fabric a little more to rest on my midriff.

He brought his face to my knickers, his hot breath hitting me before he planted a singular kiss onto me.

His hands went to each side of my knickers as he toyed at the material.

"Can I take these off?" He asked, looking up at me. I nodded.

He slipped my knickers off and down my legs, chucking them somewhere to be found later.

He bought his face back to my now exposed area and wasted no time attaching his tongue to my clit, the shock of the sensation making my body bolt.

Erling smirked. "Relax, baby."

I listened to him and led back. Erling bought his tongue back to my centre, making small strokes.

Without moving his face, he brought my legs up onto his shoulders so he could get a better angle before going back to licking and gently sucking, causing me to moan.

I reached down and pulled his hair out of the tie, allowing my hands to tangle through his blonde locks. I looked down at his face buried into me and my legs hitched over his back. I could see his muscles through his white shirt and God, he was so hot.

He removed his mouth, instead bringing his thumb down to rub me, glancing up to see if I was enjoying it.

This man.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asked, speeding up the movements of his thumb.

"Oh my God." I moaned at the sensation before bringing my hands back to his hair, causing him to replace his thumb with his tongue once again.

He lapped me up, drawing small circular shapes around where I was now throbbing for him.

Much to my dismay, he stopped.

Erling stood up and removed his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his pair off pants.

He climbed back onto the bed and pulled my dress off my body. He took a moment to study my body that was now left in just my bra.

"Fucking hell." He murmured before climbing back on top of me, attaching his lips to my neck.

He planted quick, gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbone till he reached my breasts. He ran his finger tips across my hardened nipples that were just covered by the thin lace, making me whimper.

"As pretty as this is, let's get rid of it." He expertly unclasped my bra and threw it to the side before discarding of his boxers.

He was now hovering above me, his naked body inches away from mine.

I was nervous at being so exposed to him but excited at the same time.

I looked up at his eyes, his pupils had widened and there was little of the beautiful blue colour to be seen now.

He bought his hand up to caress my face. "Are you sure you want to do this, baby?"

My heart fluttered every time he called me baby.

"Yes, Erling. I've never been so sure of anything." I spoke truthfully.

He took himself into his hand and stroked up and down a few times. I looked down and my breath hitched as I noticed how big he was.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" He asked, studying my face.

"Um, I'm on the pill and definitely clean so you don't have to."

Erling nodded.

"Me too. Not on the pill, I just meant-" I laughed as he stumbled over his words, grateful for it breaking the tension.

He took himself back into his hand and using the other to hold my hip slowly guided himself in.

"Fuck." He mumbled as he entered me, letting out a shakey breath.

"Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay baby?" He asked, looking at my face for any hesitation as he eased the rest of the way into me.

I yelped slightly at the shock. He was big. Seriously big.

Erling looked concerned and went to pull away but I tightened my grip around him.

"Can you just... go slow to begin with, please?"

Erling nodded, looking down to watch himself as he pulled out of me to slowly enter again and eventually  begin a slow pace.

He groaned and buried his face into my neck as he thrusted in and out of me, building up a faster pace.

I tried my best to focus on the beautiful man above me who was holding me so tightly as he fucked me. Each time he went past a certain point I felt a sharp pain, and after a couple of minutes I couldn't brush it aside any longer.

"Erling?" I spoke quietly.

"Yes, baby?" He answered hoarsely as he continued his movements.

I didn't want to stop him but as things quickened, I was struggling.

"It's hurting." As soon as I said those words he immediately stopped, moving his head from my neck to look at me. He slowly slid out of me, making me wince.

"Oh, no. Oh, Scarlet I am so sorry. I didn't realise I was hurting you." He spoke, his voice cracking at the end.

"It's okay, can you just give me a minute?"

"No, we don't have to do any more Scarlet. I'm so sorry I hurt you." He stroked my face as we locked eyes. His were glistening. He was visibly upset he had hurt me even though it was through no intention of his.

In that moment, I felt so connected to him. Looking back, this was moment I could see myself falling in love with him.

After a minute I reached down and stroked him a couple of times, making him groan in surprise.

I lined him up to me.

"Do you want to try again?"

Erling took a sharp breath.

"Baby, please tell me if it hurts again." He said, waiting for me to nod before he tried to enter me again.

I could feel myself still tense. He was a good few inches in and stopped for a second before trying to go any further.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm just really tense from nerves."

"Baby, I'm literally inside of you. There's no need to be nervous anymore." He said sweetly as he moved my hair from one side away from my neck, planting some sloppy kisses on my neck, knowing how much I loved this.

He soon relaxed me and managed to enter me all the way, letting out a groan into my neck.

As my body got used to him, the uncomfortable feeling subsided and was replaced with pleasure as he thrusted.

He bought his forehead to me, looking me dead in the eyes as his movements continued, making me moan in pleasure.

He smiled hearing my moan, obviously pleased he was making me feel so good.

"Does that feel nice?" He asked in a slightly mocking voice, knowing the answer.

"Oh my God." I moaned as he picked up his pace.

The kisses were passionate, even meaningful as he did his best to keep his soft lips on mine, only breaking away when a moan would escape either of our lips.

Eventually Erling pulled away, scrunching his face up slightly before speaking.

"Fuck, Scarlet. Can I come in you, baby?" He asked, looking at me desperately.

I mumbled, struggling to speak cohesive words with how he was making me feel.

"Mmm."

"Baby is that a yes?" He asked quickly, needing confirmation.

"Yes, Erling." I managed to get out.

Erling hid his face into my neck as his movements got quicker, catching my sweet spot each time which caused me to clench around him.

I felt my tummy go as I realised what was happening. No man had ever made me come like this.

I let the unfamiliar blissful feeling take over and I moaned Erling's name.

I dug my nails into his firm back as he moaned expletives in my ear, coming undone in me.

We led in silence for a minute, catching our breath before he slid out of me.

He pulled me into him and I gladly cuddled up to him, putting my face against his chest as I listened to his pounding heartbeat slowly begin to return to normal.

We stayed like this for what must've been a good 10 minutes before he got up and took himself to the bathroom after telling me to stay put. He returned a few minutes later with his pants now back on, a damp flannel and a towel in his hands.

I couldn't help but stare at his body as he sat down onto the bed.

"I thought I'd better clean up my mess." He said as he carefully pulled the sheets away from me.

He bought the cold flannel down to me and wiped me where his juices had seeped out. The sensation of both the cold water and the tenderness from taking him made me wince. Erling looked heartbroken.

"Did I really hurt you that bad?" He asked concerned as I sat up.

"It's okay, Erling. It's my fault for being tense."

"Scarlet it's not your fault if I've hurt you. You shouldn't have let me carry on." He asked, a tone of anger creeping into his voice.

I knew he was angry at hurting me, not at me, but I didn't know what to say. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes, a mixture of the pain, Erling's tone of voice and the overwhelmingness of what we had just done.

I sat up and began scanning the room for my discarded clothes.

"Scarlet?" Erling asked as I got up and quickly put my underwear back on.

"I need to leave." I went to pop my dress over my head when Erling stopped me, pulling my wrists to my side.

"Please, I just want to go." I said, my voice breaking as I could feel tears brimming at my eyes.

Erling noticed and he looked truly devastated.

"No, no, no." He grabbed me into his arms and sat back down on his bed as he cradled me in his arms.

I gave in trying to leave and accepted my fate. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and he kissed the top of my head.

"I didn't mean to shout, I'm sorry."

I avoided his gaze, instead looking down to my hands. "It's okay." I muttered.

"I just can't deal with the thought of you being in pain, let alone me being the one causing it." He spoke quietly.

"Seriously, it's fine. In the end it felt amazing. Just... it's been a while and you're... not exactly small."

He couldn't help but laugh slightly as he ran his hand up and down my arm.

We sat there with me in his lap for a good five minutes and just enjoyed each other's presence.

"Stay here." He got up and put me back down onto the bed.

He returned what must've been 10 minutes later and asked me to follow him into the bathroom.

I followed him into the beautifully marbled room where he had ran me a bubble bath and placed a clean pair of his pants and t shirt on the side, presumably for me to put on.

I caught a gimped of myself in his mirror. I looked absolutely fucked. I was just in my underwear which weren't on properly, my hair looked like it hadn't seen a brush in about a week and there were numerous hickeys on my neck.

They'd be fun to cover come Monday.

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[someonegoood]

MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 2 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which life does not go on after Mason breaks your heart over and over again. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 2 ! Mason made his first goal for United and I'm emotional 💞 I'll do part 3 later

taglist: @dreamingofautopia @xjval @sunflower-tia @sad-fridge2323 @girlidekanymore @borbolwra3

Chelsea added to their story.

Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood. Everything was related to him.

It’s been two months since Mason shattered your heart after that nightmare of a night. The funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part of you that still loved him existed. 

You had waited for him to text you to ask how you were and if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, both of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility. 

Life eventually went on, even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. And you’d see yourself by night, in your dreams. All these faces in the crowded city of London, and for some reason, you’d still try to find his. Mason was no longer yours.

Although he never was.

The first time Mason saw you after that night was a couple of months later, at a family lunch. The two families —Mounts and yours—had united in your family's garden for a little lunch to catch up on life. You had turned twenty and Lyon was old news. 

But Mason’s eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sit between his sister and your brother just before him. Sipping from a glass of wine that you most likely didn’t like, he glanced at you.

Your brother had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, his attention was on the pretty blonde talking to your nanny.

Mason had spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Although he just couldn’t. 

—Dear, will you serve me a little piece of that cake? —Your mother had her plate in her hand, waiting for Mason to react. It took him about five seconds to come out of his trance and then he served her what she had ordered.

He was too busy thinking about you.

—So, Mason… when is your next match? Your dad told me you were playing for England. —Your mom tried to lighten up the mood since you were not bickering with Mason as you were on other occasions. 

Mason smiled up while you looked at him and caught a glimpse of his beautiful Cheshire cat smile.

—I’m playing next week, on Sunday… —He looked around at everyone and proceeded. —You are all invited, of course. 

After an hour or two, everyone stood up, scattering around the decorated garden. Mason grabbed his phone from the table and headed to the kitchen in search of a beer.

In the background, the voices of the two families blurred together as you finished washing your plate. Both Mount sisters were busy playing card games with their mother and your brother was having a talk about politics, which you were not at all interested in. You had no one to talk to.

Suddenly, you feel someone behind you trying to open the refrigerator. That bloody refrigerator, which, being so old, could not be opened correctly. You turned around, not expecting to see Mason looking at you.

You headed to the refrigerator to open it, so Mason moved from where he was previously standing, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gave the refrigerator a little kick and it opened.

—Thanks… —He said grabbing the beer, the tension being palpable in the air. After a long pause, you continued:

—How are you? —you asked, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the British landscape.

—I’m alright.

Scoring some scarce points with Chelsea has become almost impossible under a year ago now, and you really felt sorry for him, knowing everything he and his team put in.

—How are you holding up? —you stood next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours, before looking down at the floor. You felt the look of pity that Mason was giving you, but you tried to ignore it.

—Thank you, really. 

—Mase...

He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn’t pressure him to answer your question, instead, you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the garden in silence.

—It will be alright, you know. —He hummed, knowing you were still hurt because of what he had said.

—I know. —You whispered back. —And don't worry much about scoring, in the least expected moments your shot is the one that serves the most.

He hated how much you believed him because at that moment he felt like the six-year-old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself, who thought everything was possible. 

Mason looked down at you, the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, and threw his head back in a laugh. 

—I don't think I’m ever getting rid of you.

Now it was your turn to laugh. After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place. He did a face.

—I know, I know. —You said with a sad look on your face.

—You know I’m too old for you, right? —Mason whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours.

—I’m in it for the long game, Mount.

It felt like your heart was twisting and stuttering, sometimes beating too quickly that you were afraid it was going to push you over the edge. You wanted him to notice, to do something to fix it. 

Time went on flying, the last few days being hectic. It was already Sunday and today Mason was playing with England and obviously, you were more than proud. He had invited your brother —his best friend—, you and your family to watch him from the special box for family and friends.

The cold air hits your face as soon as you enter the box with your family. Excited, you see Debbie and Tony, and their children already seated. You were so nervous that your hands were even sweating.

You sit next to Stacey, Mason's older sister. She gives you a smile.

—Nervous about the game? —she asks.

—A bit, yes... —you say as you settle down, your eyes scanning the pitch, looking for him. For Mason. 

—This should be an easy game, England has a better team.

—You never know. —you reply. You were almost freezing, you only had the basic England t-shirt on.

Stacey noticed that you were shivering from the cold and decided to take off the sweatshirt she had tied around her shoulders. She put it on your lap and smiled.

—Put it on, otherwise, you'll freeze to death here. —she said, laughing.

—I'm... —You said about to deny it. For a second, you thought about the cold that you would catch without the sweatshirt, so you decided to take it. —Oh, never mind.

The sweatshirt was white and had his number and surname printed on the front, in a blue font. This made you remember the uncountable times when you stole Mason's sweatshirts just to have his number on you.

Stacey, without you seeing, grabbed her phone and texted his brother: "Just wanted to say that she's here and she's got your name on her sweatshirt. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you."

All of a sudden, Summer, Mason's niece, came up to you asking if she could sit in your lap to have a better look at the pitch. It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you, as she had grown up seeing your brother and you in the Mount household.

—Look over there, Summer! There is your uncle. —said Stacey, and both Summer and you looked over to where the players were entering the enormous pitch. There he was, beautiful as always.

The whistle was blown and the match started. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of the box, watching the match carefully. The atmosphere was electric, and each second increased the tension.

—Yes! —You screamed when Mason's friend, Declan, scored the opening goal, feeling your heart beat against your chest rapidly. Summer looked up at you with wide eyes, before she started giggling. You smiled and leaned down to where she was and kissed her on the forehead.

The second half started and your eyes only followed Mason running up and down the pitch. Only one goal was scored in the whole 45 minutes of the first half, that being Declan's goal.

Abruptly, Stones stole the ball from a player on the opposing team. He ran alone, jumped over some defenders and, feinting, the ball passed to Henderson on the right side. He analyzed the position of the players spread around the pitch before passing it to Foden, who was almost close to the goal.

He passed it to Mason and he, avoiding the players, aimed and kicked with all his strength.

The world went silent for a moment. He had scored.

After realizing that he had scored a goal, Mason ran to the end of the field, right where you were. The atmosphere was pure shouting, people jumping and celebrating but you only had eyes for Mason.

He looked towards the box looking for those who truly love him and just at that precise moment, you connected glances. With a shaky breath, you stood up from your seat and waved to him, also trying to hold Summer up with your other arm.

Mason's heart melted when he saw that scene and many things went through his head: he couldn't believe he had scored a goal after so long and he also couldn't believe how beautiful you looked with his niece in your arms.

In celebration, he pointed to both of you and you could only sigh in love. The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for England.

As soon as he stepped into the box, he scanned the room for you, but Summer caught him off guard.

—Uncle Mase! —she ran toward him and he picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

—My favourite person! —His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in days, but you looked prettier than usual.

You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was love from him and for that, you haven't slept well in the days after the family lunch with the Mount's.

—I played well, all thanks to you. —He kissed her head and his niece giggled. The little girl ran toward her mother and then closed the door, leaving you and Mason all alone. Your family had congratulated Mason before and told you they were waiting outside.

—How have you been? —His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something.

—Mason! —you laughed. —You just scored a tremendous goal for England and you ask me how am I? Sometimes I don't understand you.

—Alright, alright. You have a point! —he laughed, definitely not missing those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy.

His gaze searched yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at your sweatshirt with his surname and number.

His number looked very good on you, he thought.

He gazed at your lips and he came dangerously close to you. You stepped back, hitting the table. Mason was looking straight into your eyes when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table. You let out a little squeal. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to pull him close and kiss him passionately.

—We-we should go. —you said, clearing your throat. —Your family is waiting.

Quickly, Mason grabbed your wrist.

—Mase... You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a heart.

Now he’s frowning as he tries to unravel your words. His breath hitches.

—I feel things… —your heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him say that.

Pushing his hand down, you look back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again.

What he didn't know is that he's everything you were imagining those long nights… he had never kissed you, not even touched you.

—It’s okay if you want to stop- —he said, while you slid your hands under his t-shirt. Running up and down your hands through his lower torso, you felt his abs contract.

—Mount, I'm certain that I'm okay. —you said, giggling. He smirked. Your core grows tighter with his expressions, now holding onto his broad shoulders.

Unexpectedly, you both heard from behind the closed door someone shout: —Mate, are you there? The party starts at ten, hurry!

Fuck. That was your brother.

Mason had completely forgotten about the party in honour of their win. How the fuck was he getting out of that room with a hard-on? He had to calm himself.

You, on the other side, felt your heart falls into pieces. You thought about how long you had waited for this exact moment, every time you gave your endless hope all you ended up doing was bleeding. And this time, not only he was about to leave you alone but he was going to leave you turned on.

—I'm-I'm sorry... —he said, exiting quickly from the room.

After that match, you only heard from Mason through your brother. He had told you that after the match, at the party, Mason had rejected every girl who appeared to flirt with him.

Apparently, you've had an effect on him.

Mason hated how his heartbeat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his parents' house, with a blue shirt that had printed out the number 19 on the back, hugging your figure. 

You had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, you had for sure gone through puberty. He didn’t like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.

—So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at home?

You took a minute to understand. —What?

—The game, remember? We're having lunch here and then driving up to watch the game. —Said your brother, while getting on the boat. About three weeks had passed since you almost kissed Mason and now you were about to hop on the Mount's boat in Portsmouth.

You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversations with your brother, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about that night which was, in a way, kind of relieving.

Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that your family was coming over. But when his sister sent him a text saying that your family would join him before his game, he was flabbergasted.

You both hadn't spoken since the night of the win, but you both were thinking about that interaction since then. To forget that incident, he had spoken to one of his best friends, Ben, in search of a solution.

—Mate, what you need is a good fling. Maybe you should invite someone next time you're going on a family boat day —said Ben, laughing because of what Mason was asking him.

You got on Mason's boat, feeling heavy-hearted once again. After an hour, you were seated on the floor, helping Stacey with a puzzle, after your mom expelled you from the kitchen when trying to help her. Meanwhile, Mason and his mother sat down on the couch.

—She has grown into a beautiful woman, don't you think? —His mom said teasingly, already knowing that you were not the only one fallen for someone.

—Yes, she has. —He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his sister had said. —Mom... I think I fucked up.

—If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here.

—No mom, I really- —Mason got interrupted by the entrance of a tall, dark-eye, skinny blond, almost gotten out from a runway. She turned toward Mason and presented herself as Daphne, a friend. Debbie now understood why her son said he had fucked up really bad.

Your brother, seeing Daphne —the supposed fling of Mason— talking with him, turned to you.

—Forget your stuff, let’s just get off this boat. Don’t turn around okay? —his hands gripping strongly your shoulders. He knew how much you liked his best friend.

You laughed and followed your brother down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.

—Since when have I ever listened to you? Dear God, I- — Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Mason and his mother, and the presence of a girl that looked like an actual model.

She was leaning on him and he was laughing at whatever she had to say, while Debbie looked at you with pity. You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out, for a hundred times.

—You knew?

Your brother sighed before running his hands through his hair: —She's only a side thing, a one-time fling. I mean she’s not you, but he decided to find someone before Christmas. —He shrugged his shoulders and you felt the rage creeping up your body.

—What about me? When will I be happy? —you said, crying.

That sentence broke your brother's heart.

19 years to be exact, that's the time you've been waiting for him.

[glossyblue]

Emotional Rollercoaster

glossyblue: sonny being a father🫠💭

Summary: you are a mess, after giving birth to your twin, but your husband is always by your side, taking care of you.

Pairing: son heung min × reader

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In the midst of the chaos that was your life, you found yourself cradling your newborn twins, a girl and a boy, in your arms. The joy of their arrival was tainted by the overwhelming exhaustion and confusion that consumed you. Your body was a stranger to you, marked by the toll of childbirth, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last. Your husband, Heung Min, was a constant presence by your side. He was always there, trying to alleviate your pain, showering you with love and sweet nothings. He appreciated you for the gift of his children and constantly reassured you that you were doing well, even when you felt like you were falling apart. 'You're amazing, you know that?' Heung Min whispered , as he watched you nurse the twins. His eyes shone with admiration and love, and it was a balm to your frayed nerves. 'I'm a mess,' you replied, trying to muster a smile. 'You're the most beautiful mess I've ever seen,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 'And I love you more than words can express.' You couldn't help but be touched by his words, even in your state of disarray. He was a constant source of comfort and strength, always reminding you of your worth and the importance of your role as a mother. 'I don't know what I would do without you,' you confessed, tears brimming in your eyes. 'You'll never have to find out,' Heung Min replied, his voice steady and sure. 'I'm here for you, always.'

As the days passed, you gradually started to find your footing. The twins grew stronger and healthier, and your body began to heal. The fog of postpartum depression slowly started to lift, and the weight on your shoulders lessened with each passing day. 'You're doing so well,' He said one day, as he watched you from across the room. The twins were nestled in their cribs, and you were finally able to take a moment for yourself. 'I couldn't have done it without you and your support,' you replied, smiling up at him. 'We're a team,' He said crossing the room to wrap his arms around you. 'And we'll face everything that comes our way together.'

And with that, you knew that you were going to be okay. You had your husband by your side, and your beautiful twins, and that was all that mattered. Despite the trials and tribulations of motherhood, you knew that you were blessed beyond measure, and you wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.

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[bunniandhoney]

virgil van dijk anon here!!!! can you write age gap + height difference + size kink please 🌞

yes!

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because i think he loves a little cockwarming session after a match. he’s just too tired to give you a good fucking. you’re his good girl though, so you sit on his lap facing him as your cunt sucks him in.

“mmm. you always know how to make daddy feel good baby.” he says running his fingers up and down your spine.

all you can do is nuzzle your face into his neck and whine, because while he’s perfectly content, you’re trying your hardest to stay calm. virgil is just stretching you so damn good and the position puts him so deep it feels like he’s sitting under your rib cage. and even though you know he’s tired, you are starting to squirm.

“be good and stay still for me” he says tightening the grip on your hip.

“can’t it feels too good” you says rocking harder against him.

and frankly virgil has had enough; all he wanted to do was relax after his match, but you are just so damn cock hungry and he’s too hard to do this.

“fine, since you’re so damn impatient.” he moves his other hand to you hip and picks you up on his lap, pulling you off his cock.

and before you can complain about the emptiness virgil slams you back down on to his dick. he digs the balls of his feet into the floor to push as deep into you as possible, but now that’s not enough for him. no, you’re just the right size for him to do whatever he wants with you.

hugging you at the waist virgil stands up, never once stopping his thrust. and “f-fuck does this feel good.”

“yeah, you love when i bounce you on my dick, when i make you take it all.” he says panting

you’re about to cum, already close from the fullness of the cockwarming. his thrust are making his pelvis hit your clit so nicely every time he bounces you and “oh my gosh” do you start to shake against him, tightening your arms around your boyfriend.

suddenly he’s coming too, feeling you squeezing so tight around his cock, pulling your hips tight to his, resting you back on the sofa. he stays there for a moment gently rocking into you as his cum pours into your pussy.

“mm, you can pull out now baby.” you says when his thrusts come to a halt.

covering your whole body with his virgil kisses the tip of your ear and whispers, “daddy’s not done cumming baby.”

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hey anonny, here ya go! hope this tickles your fancy

my requests are still open so feel free to send more my way!

xoxo

Bunni

[ladymarycrawley]

The man of my dreams - John Stones

Request: requested by my smutty and nasty mind

Warning: SMUT smut smut (the gif is pretty self explanatory)

Tag list: @masonxomount , @johnstonesfc, @prideofpd, @kathb59 (not on my tag list but I thought you might interested), @chelsealover

John was chilling on your bed as you walked around in just your knickers, keeping your hands to your chest, to cover your naked boobs.

That sight didn't go unnoticed to your boyfriend who looked up at you scanning your figure with his eyes, taking it all in.

"This isn't fair of you"

"What?"

"Walking around naked"

He looked genuinely frustrated, sulking.You smirked and shook your head.

"I was about to take a shower but I forgot to take my underwear"

When he got up he leaned down for a kiss, a loving but hungry kiss. You body was adhering perfectly to his, the pressure of your naked tits against the soft cotton of his light gray t-shirt caused a little moan to escape his lips. 

It was at that moment you realised a totally unintentional gesture as walking around your house practically naked soon turned into something quite provocative and hot.

John's hands rested on your hips, softly brushing your fluffy skin as he let his thumbs under the side of your panties.

You soon switched your roles as you became the horny one. When your other half's lips parted from yours, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss rather desperately.

"Come take a shower with me…this pussy needs you" You whined with no shame at all.

You woke up all of a sudden, panting. The wetness between your legs just gave you further confirmation of what the dream you just had was about (as if you needed any ulterior proof). 

You glanced towards John’s body resting by your side as a part of you wanted to jump on him and put into practice what your subconscious just showed you but the other thought it wouldn’t have been appropriate and it was best if you left things as they were and tried to go back to sleep.

Putting your mind to rest in order to get back to sleep seemed harder than ever, as you couldn’t stop replaying the evocative images you dreamed of.

It was now four hours since you started tossing and turning in your bed and it was time for you to accept you wouldn’t have gotten the lost sleep back, as a thudding headache was starting to form

As you first put your feet on the ground, the cold wooden floor reminded you you wouldn’t have find the perfect combination of comfort and the warmth provided by John’s body and the soft duvet wrapping you nowhere else in the house (nor in the world) and that thought brought a grimace of pain to your lips.

That wince soon turned into a smile when your tired eyes fell on your boyfriend still deep in his sleep: his angelic appearance literally drove you crazy as he looked so cute but also so irresistible as well, making you feel a slight sense of frustration (well, after that dream that kept you up almost all night it was impossible not to feel frustrated).

You put on your big pile vest before going downstairs, where the sight of the Christmas tree together with all the other decorations you and John put around the house some days earlier, warmed your heart. It also served you as a reminder that you still had some presents left to buy and you huffed, switching on the heating as well as your laptop to deal with that formality while having breakfast.

The warmth of the black coffee you were sipping from your favourite mug caused a jolt down your spine, a pleasurable one but not as good as the one John’s lips provoked when he pressed them against the nape of your neck as a form of greeting.

Your focused pout evolved into a smile once again that morning: feeling his touch on your skin was the best sensation ever to you, the only person whose touch would never annoy you.

“Hey” You whispered over your shoulder.

“Good morning” His eyes were still half closed and swollen with sleep and you couldn’t help but press a tender peck on the bridge of his nose.

“You woke up quite early for someone who’s on her day off” He grumbled, stretching his back and long arms, before walking past the stove.

“Yeah erm I couldn’t sleep very well”

“How come?”

“No idea…” The thought of the real reason behind your early wake up caused you to blush as you tried to hide the nervous laugh that was about to leave your mouth behind your mug. Your eyes lingering on his body, on the perfect curve of his bum,on the outline of his bicep peeking out of his short sleeved t-shirt as well as his tattoos gracing his skin, made it even harder for you to resist and a sigh immediately came out of your mouth. 

It didn’t go unnoticed to John who gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I have nothing to hide from you” You smiled, looking back at the computer screen before you.

He didn’t buy your poor acting performance and he was determined to find out the truth behind your weird demeanour.

“Come on, tell me what’s happening”

“Nope babe, everything’s okay”

“You had a nightmare?”

“No, not really…”

John bent over you in what should have been an intimidating posture in his mind but it only made you cheeks turn crimson and your heart beat faster.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, bending backwards against the back of the chair as his tall figure was now towering over you.

“You leave me no choice other than punishing you”

Oh what a pity, the man you had been thirsting over for the whole night was threatening to punish you…dreams do come true, if you believe hard enough.

You bit on your lower lip and slowly undid your robe’s belt, without looking away from John’s eyes.

“I’m ready”

He definitely liked the direction things were taking, he was quite pleased with it actually, but he was just playing, being a tease as usual. 

You realised it when he smirked and got away from you, leaving an innocent kiss on your forehead. 

To say he let you down was an understatement, was he really there only to play with your deepest needs??

“That’s all?? A kiss on the forehead was your punishment?”

John turned around and looked at you, his head slightly bent on the side.

He gently nibbled at your finger before sucking on it, savouring what you just offered him.

Without losing eye contact with him, you spread your legs and pushed a finger underneath your panties to move it through your folds. Your dream mixed with the interaction that was taking place was enough to make you wet already.

You slowly got up to walk to where he was and stood right in front of him. The lust in your eyes said it all and the gesture that followed was just a further proof of it: you rubbed your finger, sticky with your wetness, over John’s lower lip so he could taste how bad your craving of him was.

“I guess my breakfast is almost ready…”

You both smirked as John lowered down his head to press a trail of kisses that started from your jaw down to your neck.

You giggled and let him take control of the situation, going for the next steps.

He lifted you up to place your body on the kitchen counter you usually used as a table or as a countertop so you could sit on it. Strangely to say it was a place you never had sex on with John and the newness of it all made it even more exciting, giving chills down your spine.

The hiss you whispered as the cool marble came in contact with your hot skin made your boyfriend giggle and it was the only moment he let go of your skin. 

He smirked at you before spreading your legs so he could stand in between. 

His kisses were burning hot as he went on taking off your clothes without any hesitation, being particularly grateful that he only had to get rid of your pajamas’ top as your night equipment didn’t include any bra. 

His white t-shirt followed the lilac night robe on the floor as it already left your body moments ago, when you showed him what your plans were. 

The sight of his bare chest drew a grin to your lips. His god-like body always made your mouth water, especially that time that your excitement was peaking.

He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth. 

John firmly pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him in order for his tongue to give some attention to your chest

You whimpered as you felt his lips around your nipples that soon got as hard as the marble you were sitting on.

The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.

“Yes” The feeble mumble that left your mouth, followed by your hand in his hair, spurred him on as your boyfriend shifted his attention to the other nipple.

His torture was gentle but ruthless at the same time and he wasn't giving your mind time to process everything that was happening in that kitchen.

When he was done, his mouth left your upper body to move down and brush soft kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.

What he left behind were the signs of his passage which consisted of red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body with those signs and you wouldn’t have put up any resistance.

That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body.

John stopped when he felt your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he lifted up his head to take a look at your face.

“This pussy needs you” That sentence you moaned was the exact same one you said in your dream last night as that expressed your needs in the most accurate way possible.

“Getting there, baby girl…” He pressed a kiss, one on each of your inner thighs “...show me where do you want me”

You gently guided his hand where you needed him the most, pushing it inside your panties and you gasped: the warmth his fingers were radiating brought a whimper to your mouth and a tremble to your legs, feeling as if your knees were about to fail you.

He whimpered when his pads came in contact with your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it: even after all that time, he still had that effect on you and it was priceless to him.

“So wet already…” He groaned, biting on his bottom lip. John gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand out of your underwear to bring his index and middle finger to brush over your still covered folds in a slow but intense motion.

It was then the turn of his thumb to test the waters as he applied a pleasurable pressure against your clit, moving it in circular motions while doing so. A desperate whimper left your mouth as he did that.

“You like it, don’t you?”

You nodded as his hand job was forbidding words to come out of your mouth. 

Desperate, high-pitched moans became the only form you could express yourself with.

John gave a quick glance at you before kneeling down to press a couple of soft kisses below your belly button. His eyes were closed and his lips felt like feathers against your skin and you placed your left foot over his shoulder.

“Yes babe”

Another quick glance right before he kissed your still covered but damp pussy.

You were now fully ready to have him fucking you: you were ridicolously wet and you couldn’t help but moving your left hand in circular motion over your clit, the squeaky sound of your wetness mixed with your ragged breathing being the soundtrack of the moment.

He moved your slip to the side and, as soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew they were gonna take the palace of your hand: he kneeled down and placed both of his hands on your thighs to keep them open for him to eat you out without any problem. 

At first he helped himself to have full access to it by opening your folds with his thumbs. He gave it a first, raw lick there as if to give you a preview of what was waiting for you. Then he positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy so passionately. He was sucking on your bud and parting your folds with his tongue, his tip frantically teasing your skin down there. 

God he was good at eating you out, it was never enough for you. You started bucking your hips against his mouth as the urge to feel his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you was insatiable. He moved his tongue from down to up, making it each time faster

He kept alternating those motions encouraged by your heavy breaths and also added some husky moans that sent you over the moon.

He was perfect and everything he did as well.

A loud pop was what made you wince, meaning he broke the contact with the most secret part of you that he knew like the back of his hand by then.

“So perfect…” He breathed out, looking at your wetness and pressing his lips to it another time. He now brought his index close to your mouth and you liked it, a lot. But it was too soon to make you cum and it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen.

John got up and gently pushed his erection inside of you, causing your mouth to form an O shape while feeling every inch of him filling you.

In a romantic spark, John leaned himself forward so his body would adhere perfectly to yours and brushed his lips against yours, while waiting for you to adjust to his big cock.

The man started with gentle but deep thrusts that touched every single corner of your walls, making you yearn for more.

He left a small peck at the corner of your mouth before pulling himself up and speeding up his moves.

The incoherent sounds coming from your throat were getting louder and higher as the sweat drops adorning his abs perfectly matched the heat of the moment as well as his stamina.

He pressed his hand on your stomach as if to feel his dick pumping into you and you kept moaning and holding onto him, touching his neck and moving your shaky fingers up and down his back.

“Yes yes yes” You squealed as John hit your most sensitive spot while fucking you mercilessly. His pushes were making you see stars almost literally as your vision got blurred and tiny, dark dots started to form before your eyes.

He decided adding some more pressure could have been a good idea so he synchronised his pushes with his fingers: he slid down the hand pressed on your stomach to brush its palm over your clit, before letting his thumb do the work.

His finger's motion was as fast as the one of his pelvis, you thought you were about to pass out. Your boyfriend gasped when he lowered his gaze to where your bodies were connected and saw your juices starting to coat his member. It was irresistible and one of the hottest things he ever saw.

“Babe I - I'm cl-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as a loud groan from John anticipated what you were going to say. He was close too but wanted you to cum first so he gave his all for the final thrusts and your hand joined his once again, both your fingers brushing against your swollen clitoris. 

The orgasm washed over you, culminating in a loud whimper and it was so strong he left you shaking.

Once he met his purpose, John slowed down, placed a kiss on your thigh stretched against his left shoulder, and released his load inside of you, spattering the last drops of his seed on our lower stomach.

You were both panting messes, trying to recover from one of the best sex sessions you ever had.

You were still there with your eyes closed, still a bit shaky and trying to catch your breath while he opened his eyes to catch sight of his cum coming out of your vagina: the sight of it made him bite on his lower lip and pick it up for you to taste it. It was the perfect mixture of both of your juices and it tasted like heaven.

“Haven't you had enough, want some more?” He asked hoarsely as he enjoyed the view of you sucking on his thumb as it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tried.

You sat up on the table, keeping his body between your legs.

“Can't have enough of you” You breathed out with a raspy voice, looking intensely into his eyes while swirling your tongue around his finger.

John smirked and squeezed your love handle with his free hand.

“You know what?”

“Mhh?”

“You had your breakfast but I didn’t have mine…” You naughtily suggested as he sat down on the chair before you. “...and I’m hungry…”

You hopped off the counter to go and open the fridge, under the curious look of the City defender, who smirked when you wiggled the whipped cream as a hint of what you had in mind.

John’s smirk was a reflection of yours and it kept getting bigger as you walked closer to where he was.

“So naughty…” He slurred against your cheek before leaving a playful bite on it.

“Spray it wherever you want” Your offer sounded too inviting not to take it literally: he grabbed the can from your hands and your nipples got smeared with the white cream that came out of it.  

It soon disappeared thanks to his tongue that licked it off, making you moan with satisfaction.

He did the same to your buttcheek, biting on your soft but toned skin and winning a laugh from you.

“You cheeky boy!”

“You said wherever I wanted!” He giggled and slapped your bum before giving other small bites here and there.

“Okay enough, my turn now!” 

You sprayed it all over his chest and gave him a kinky look before letting your tongue travel over his upper body: the first thing your mouth touched were his nipples, now covered with the sweet cream. Your kisses left white trails along his chest that lead to his pelvis, the part you would use to eat your breakfast. You sprayed the whipped cream over his tip to pounce on it seconds after, to satisfy the hunger you had for him.

Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down guided his deep moans and spurred you to go forward. Your spit, that served as lube, got mixed with the cream and with his precum and tickled your taste buds in an unusual combination.

You stuck your tongue out for him to lick the new mixture off it too. In the heat of the moment he grabbed your face firmly which inevitably led to a messy kiss where your tongues engaged in a fight to show who was the stronger one.

That fight got so hectic you straddled him to kiss him better being in a more comfortable position. 

John tied your hair with his hand and tugged on them so your face leaned backwards and he had full access to your neck that he could bite and kiss the way he pleased.

“You know what would be good right now?” He huskily asked into your ear, leaving a kiss behind it.

“A shower?”

“Good girl”

"You're the man of my dreams" You meant every single word of that sentence, he was constantly on your mind as your dreams suggested.

He smiled against your lips as you kissed him sweetly, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of dreams...what happened last night?"

You led him upstairs where your big bathroom was. You grabbed his hand as if you feared he could get lost and entered the cubicle first, letting the stream of hot water wash over you, giving him a visual of your crucial dream…

TO BE CONTINUED ?

[blondie20000]

Champion - Jack Grealish x Reader

Set after the UCL final.

Manchester City have won the Premier League.

Manchester City have won the FA Cup.

Manchester City have won the Champions League.

Manchester have completed the treble. They did it!

This event was historic not only have they become one of the clubs to complete the treble but also they have won the Champions League for the first time in the club's history.

It was an event that deserved to be celebrated.

When the final whistle went off Jack cried out with happiness. He collapsed on the ground and the tears flowed down his cheeks. His team mates came over and hugged him.

You felt your own tears fall as you watched Jack being interviewed shortly after.

"This is what I have worked for my whole life!" He said his voice cracking with emotion.

Once the interview was done you ran on to the pitch and went straight into Jack's arms. You hugged him, kissed him and congratulated him on the win. Jack couldn't speak instead he broke down in your arms and cried again. You rubbed his back and waited for him to get his emotions under control. Eventually Jack takes a deep breath and calms down.

"I can't believe we did it." He said with disbelief in his voice.

You brush his tears away with your thumb.

"I knew you would do it." You said with a nod. "I believed you I believed in all of you."

Jack presses his head against yours. You can feel his body trembling slightly against yours.

"God I..." Jack shakes his head. "I can't..."

"Shh."

You gently wrap your arm around him. You can see the tears forming in his eyes again. Jack is a sensitive soul, he gets emotional easily. You can still remember how nervous he was last night anxiously pacing up and down their room.

"What if I mess up? What if we lose cuz of me."

"Jack."

"I nearly cost us the FA Cup!"

You can still remember the look he gave you when he said that. The fear and guilt in his eyes was heartbreaking to look at. You assured him it wasn't his fault but Jack wouldn't let it go.

"If it wasn't for Gundo...Argh fuck!"

"Jack!"

You had be his rock last night. You had to give him the strength he so desperately needed.

Here now you had to be his rock again you knew in time Jack will break down again. You held on to him tight as you led him off the pitch. You took him somewhere private where he can compose himself and relax.

"I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "I must sound like a right wuss."

"Never." You kiss him on the cheek and run your fingers through his hair. "That's one thing you are not."

Jack blows out a sigh. He sits back and runs a hand down his face.

"Okay." He nods. "I think the water tank is empty now."

You laughed at that.

He brings his hand to your cheek and smiles.

"Thank you."

You smile back. Eventually you clear your throat.

"Shall we join the others?"

"Yeah we better they will wonder where we have gone."

"With you anything is possible." You chuckled.

"Hey I'm not that bad."

"Hmm." You tapped your chin and grinned.

Then laughter comes out of you as you run out of the room with Jack chasing you from behind.

.........

The Man City players all gathered around with their family and friends in the hotel to party all night long.

Jack stood on one of the tables with a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other.

"YOU'RE MY WONDER-WALL!" He sang loudly.

You chuckled. Jack was off key as usual. Despite singing terribly You enjoyed his performances. You loved the way his eyes lit up when the song came on, the way his smile grew as he reached the chorus and the way he threw his arms out as he hit the high notes the sight of it was both amusing and cute.

"Hey Y/N!" He reaches out towards You. "Come up here and sing with me."

You shook your head.

"I'm good."

Jack wouldn't let it go that easily. He leans forward slightly. He nearly fell of the table but Walker managed to grab him and pull him back up.

"Easy there mate." Walker said with amusement in his eyes.

"I wasn't going to fall." Jack waves his arms. "I had it all under control."

"Sure." Stones laughed as he sipped his beer.

"This one here is a menace." Haaland says as he gestures to your boyfriend.

"Ya think we are going to need some bodyguards for him. Make sure he stays out of trouble." Walker grinned.

"Well Haaland is tall enough." Stones nodded.

"And Walker is fast enough." Haaland grinned back.

"Ah sorry mate babysitting is not for me." Walker replied.

"I thought the job role was a bodyguard." You laughed.

"You did say that." Stones laughed along with you.

"They are the same." Walker argued.

"Hmm..." Everyone looked at each other. "...Na."

You and the footballers laughed. Meanwhile Jack carefully climbs off the table. He walks up to you with the microphone still in his hand.

"One song...Please?"

He gave you his best puppy eyes expression. You groaned. You could never say no to that face.

"Fine one song."

He smiles and takes your hand. Haaland helps you on the table. The song comes on. A cheesy song in fact. You again groaned but Jack happily puts his arm around you and begins to sing. You joined in with him. You both screamed when you reached the chorus. Everyone responded with a cheer and a clap as we finished the song.

Jack jumps off the table and opens his arms out to you.

"I won't let you fall." He promised you.

"I'll be here just in case." Stones joked as he joined his team mate.

You hesitated for a few moments. Then you said.

"Fuck it!"

You jump off the table. Jack catches you and spins you around. You squealed in delight as Jack went faster and faster. Seconds later he stops and gently puts you down. He then leans forward and kisses you on the lips.

That earned a few whistles from the players.

"Oi get a room you two!" Walker yelled.

You scoffed at that. Jack turns to his team mate and grins.

"I think I will."

...........

As soon as the door to your room was closed Jack immediately had his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately. The hunger he had for you all came pouring out into the kiss. You respond and kiss him back. Then you raise your hand and stop him.

"Wait." You gesture to his body. "Take off your shirt."

His lips tug upwards into a smirk.

"So we are playing that game huh?"

You smirked at him.

"It's a surprise."

He raises his eyebrow at that.

"Oh."

He removes his shirt.

"Now give it to me."

He tosses the shirt over to you.

"Wait here I'll just be a sec."

You go in the bathroom and close the door.

Jack sits on the bed and waits for you. A few minutes later you come out. When Jack's eyes go on you he gasps.

"You are wearing my shirt?"

You walk slowly over to him. You sway your hips in a seductive way.

"I am." You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "And I have nothing under it."

Jack held his breath as your words hit him.

"Now." You grin at him. "I want you to fuck me in the shirt you wore playing for your club the shirt you wore in the final. I want you to fuck me right here right now."

Something snapped in Jack then. He didn't need to be told twice.

You squealed as Jack grabs you by the waist and lies you down on the bed.

Shortly after Jack quickly removes the rest of his clothes and joins you on the bed. You open your legs out for him. A growl escapes Jack's throat as he eyes you up and down.

"Blue suits you." He says. He goes under the shirt and caresses your breasts. "Really really suits you."

"I know." You replied sounding smug.

Seconds later you gasp as Jack's tongue enters you. He licks you up and down. He sucks on your folds. His tongue rolls around your entrance all the way up to your thighs. He continued to do that until he reached the bottom of your belly.

"You taste so sweet." He kisses your belly button and smiles. "I can't get enough of it."

It wasn't long before Jack was back down there teasing you again.

"Fuck!" You cursed as he hit a sensitive spot.

That only encouraged him to push his tongue in even further. Each stroke sent a a jolt of electricity through you. You wanted to bring your legs in but Jack's board shoulders stopped you from doing that. So you bit your lip and shuddered as Jack fucked you with his tongue.

His wet tongue brushing against your warm sweaty skin made you groan and you found yourself begging for more.

"Argh Jack!"

But Jack declined your request. He removes his tongue and goes back on top of you again. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Now." He said his voice stern. "Turn over."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Turn over?"

"I want to see my name."

His eyes are darken and his hands are clenched tight. You saw sweat already starting to form on his brow. Right now Jack looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. You thought that was so fucking hot.

"Sure sweetie." You teased him.

You grin as you roll on to your back. Jack caresses your bum and your thighs. He teased your entrance as he kissed your neck. You then felt his fingers trailing along the letters on the back of the shirt.

"You know what this says?" He asks.

"I do." You answered.

"What does it say?"

"Grealish."

Jack presses himself against you.

"And what's my name?" He asked his voice husky.

"Jack Grealish."

"And what am I?" He asked his accent becoming more board and heavy. You almost lost control by it.

"Y/N?"

"A champion! " You said with a sharp intake of breath. "You are a champion! "

You can feel the smirk growing on his face.

"You are right I am a champion. Hearing those words from you... that sounded so fucking good!"

You can feel his dick pressing up against your ass now. He is hard.

You smirked at that.

"Say it again." He ordered.

"A champion."

He growled at that. The growl sent a wave of goosebumps through you.

Damm!

"You know what this champion is going to do? This champion is going to fuck you until you wouldn't be able to stand."

You tensed up at that. The feeling of excitement started to rise inside you.

Suddenly you gasp as he goes inside you. He completely stretched you and touched places you didn't even know existed from this angle.

"Good babe good." Jack nodded as he went further inside you.

At first Jack started off slow. Eventually he picks up the pace and starts to thrust you hard.

You grip the sheets as each thrust hits you. A series of curses come spilling from your lips. At one point you buried your head into the pillow to stop yourself from screaming but Jack wouldn't have that Jack wanted to hear those sounds from you.

"Nah uh." He shakes his head. "I want to hear you love I want to hear you scream my name."

Jack grabs you by the ponytail and lifts your head up. His hold is tight but it wasn't uncomfortable. He kisses your neck again and around your ear. His lips on your skin made you moan with pleasure. You strain your neck to give him better access.

"You like that?" He breathed in your ear.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Jack."

"Jack what?" He is smiling against your cheek. You roll your eyes and laugh.

"Jack...The champion. "

His smile turns into a cocky grin. He grabs on to your waist tight which you are sure is going to leave bruises later and he goes faster.

"JACK!" You screamed his name out loud.

"That's it love." His grin widens. "Just like that."

You increase your hold on the sheets. You held them so tight your knuckles started to turn white.

You can feel that familiar fire at the bottom of your belly. You knew you are close.

"J...Jack." You said through clenched teeth. "I need to...I need to...AHHHH!"

Your cry made him moan.

"Fuck Y\N!"

Hearing that from him made you shake. You are going to have it let it out soon you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Please." You begged him.

He strokes your back where the letters were and said.

"Go on babe."

You didn't need to be told twice. You cry out as you let it all out. Shortly after Jack followed. He then slumps against you and takes a shaky breath.

"Fuck." He muttered into your back.

Once Jack moves away you sigh and turn on to your side. Your legs are still trembling. Jack comes towards you and wraps you in his arms. You breathe in his scent and find yourself relaxing in his arms.

"That was amazing." Jack smiles at you. "Thanks for the idea Y\N."

You smile back at him.

"No problem...Hey Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm proud of you right?"

He lifts his head to look at you.

"I know." He whispered.

Your smile widens.

"I will always be proud of you. My champion."

He grins at that.

"I am never going to get bored of that."

You laugh.

"I know."

He kisses your lips. His eyes shone with love.

"I love you Y/N."

You kiss him back.

"And I love you too Jack Grealish..."

You grin.

"...The champion."

The End

[pavardscherie]

rough sex tape and after care erling Haaland

four on camera, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & female you summary erling convinces you to make a sex tape. three wasn't enough so he wants a fourth one.

izzy talks man, the haaland game is strong on tumblr. really excited to fulfill more requests about different football players. so I'm very bad at starting smut, which is the reason why i started in the middle again, lol. hope you like it.

requests are open!

cheek pressed into the softness of the multiple cushions, the hair messily scattered across the face. hasty breaths escaped the puffy lips, spit drooling out of the corner and onto the duvets.

arms on the back, a large hand wrapped around your wrists to hold your limbs in the same position. ass held in the air with the help of erling’s strength, you already felt the exhaustion. from behind, his dick disappeared in your pussy, stretching the sore walls even further with the certain roughness of his thrusts.

tingles spread in your lower stomach, the feeling caused a wave of pain and pure pleasure. a fourth orgasm approached, another high that would lead to even further exhaustion. with dilated pupils, your gaze drifted over the side of the bed and found the black camera. a sex tape was what erling asked for, he never mentioned how much pleasure you would receive or the particular overstimulation he planned.

tongue, fingers, dick. you came around each. satisfaction for your body in ways, you could not describe. erling knew precisely what he was doing, the disparate ways to use his experience on you and assure you reached the climax. but he wasn't done with you. not until the camera captured your body in each position he loved.

a filthy movie, he could watch on repeat when his career lured him away from your shared home. pictures of the moment, erling would send you in the middle of the night, with his hand tightly around his dick. jerking off to the sounds you made right now, just on tape.

"you look so beautiful when you're completely messed up." the praising words slipped out of his mouth, between deep groans and hasty breaths. he was close, and you already switched between reality and the pure bliss of a fourth orgasm. "I can't take more.." you whimpered, your sore walls clenching around his hard dick repeatedly. close, again.

"almost there, babe." your hands were released as erling leaned forward. sweaty chest pressed against your back. calloused fingertips brushed the mess of hair out of your face, a soft kiss blown against the side of your neck. "give me one last." he whispered against the smooth skin underneath your earlobe. his voice, a raspy mess, cracking at the end of his demand.

in addition to the bruising pace, the tight grip of his large hand on the waist which would leave deep purple reminders of this particular night, his words were enough to push you into a fourth. lips parted, the mouth an o-shape, whimpers and moans spilled out of your mouth without a break.

walls tightly clenching around his dick, toes curling and the delicate fingers dug into the duvets underneath. the feeling of being wrapped up in your warmth, and the sight erling could admire close-up caused his high. a deep groan, your name rolling of his tongue, were the announcement of his orgasm. painting the insides of your pussy with white spurts, his forehead collided with your sweaty shoulder blade.

pants filled the bedroom, the smell of a long night of rough sex as the couple bathed in the aftermath of their orgasms. "i love you so fucking much." erling muttered against the sweaty skin, inhaling a deep breath and placing featherlight kisses around your shoulder.

"i love you too." you breathed out, trying to calm down from the intensity of orgasms over the expand of the entire night. "can you turn it off, please?"

erling's head snapped to the side where the bright red dot beside the camera lens still blinked. nodding as an answer to your request, he used his recovered strength to push himself off your warm figure and the comforts of the king-sized bed.

pressing a button on the device, the dot stopped blinking and the recording was saved for private use in the future. fleshy fingers brushed over his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat and clearing the strands of light blonde hair out of his face.

with an exhausted groan, you turned around to receive a more comfortable place on the bed. sprawled out, arms and legs stretched away from the body, you felt the aftermath of the long hours of relentless pounding. a sore feeling between the thighs, the arousal still running down the insides and staining the sheets underneath.

"i'm getting a cloth and warm water." erling reassured you before disappearing into the attached bathroom. filling a small bowl with water, and grabbing a soft washrag from the sink. in a hurry, he made his way back to the bed, where the love of his life lay.

an underarm over the closed eyes, you were almost asleep. the exhaustion made it difficult to stay awake while being unoccupied. rough hands caressed over the bruised thighs, the reminders of how his fingertips dug into your soft flesh from holding you tightly in position. "i will be careful."

dipping the cloth into the bowl, wringing out the redundant water, erling pressing the soft cotton cloth to the inside of your right thigh. wiping away the remnants of the last orgasm, a mixture of arousal and his semen. as soon as the rag reached your oversensitive clit, your hips twitched out of the way. any touch too much after the rarely faltering pace of his thrusts.

still, erling found amusement in your reactions. the knowledge that he was the one who did this to you, made you breathless and sensible to even the featherlight touch, filled him with pride.

"don't you laugh." you warned him when the quiet chuckle rang in your ears.

"would never do that, babe." he answered, a smirk dipped in smugness tugging on the corners of his mouth.

[zoyasribbon]

SILKEN WHISPERS — d. szobozlai

.ೃ࿐ summary : Punctuality has forever coursed through your veins, especially during the most significant occasions. Yet, who would have guessed that a simple silk dress could shatter that rule?

.ೃ࿐ words : 0,6k.

.ೃ࿐ genre : suggestive.

.ೃ࿐ warning : swearing, hot makeout sesh.

.ೃ࿐ author’s note : marking my debut in the imagine territory where I’m taking my first steps with this little guy here—i have so many ideas in store ^^ hope you enjoy !

“Fuck, I love this dress” he growled into your ear.

You marveled at how Dominik had a way of approaching you with such effortless charm, savoring every moment of it. His warm breath brushed against the delicate shell of your ear, sending ripples of sensation through your entire being. You could sense the contours of his lush lips as they curved into a wicked smile, long before you could catch their reflection in the mirror.

His exquisite mouth. The gentle bristle of his stubble. His tussled, soft brown hair. The earthy scent of his cologne.

Him.

You couldn't fathom why his compliment impacted you so deeply. Well, you were aware of your excellent taste in clothing, a truly refined taste. Even the shop assistant praised your choice earlier. Yet, it was gratifying to receive admiration for your dress selection, a specific taste you had honed over the years, despite hearing your mother's reprimands all through your teenage years.

There was nothing overtly revealing about it. You cherished the fabric's softness and the delicate hue, an homage to the early breath of the warm summer day that lay ahead. It draped around your form, lending both grace and a sense of comfort.

Elegance and comfort, precisely what you sought. With Dominik so close behind you now, you felt, on top of all that, utterly sexy.

You mirrored his smile before focusing on applying your red lipstick. Dominik drew even nearer. His large hands encircled your waist, exerting a firm hold. His thumbs traced delightfully slow, feathery circles down your back, igniting a blaze that seemed to sear the silky fabric, sending tendrils of heat down your spine. What was his intention?

You attempted to stifle a gasp, but the faint tremor in your body, as involuntary as it was, betrayed you. Naturally, Dominik, to his great delight, took notice.

His languorous demeanor slowly gave way to a more intimate and intense expression. Your eyes fluttered shut as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. He was acutely aware of the effect this simple yet intimate act would have on you, especially when he focused on that particular spot where your shoulder met your neck. It was, after all, one of his many areas of expertise.

Unconsciously, you allowed the lipstick you had just lowered to slip from your hand onto the polished wooden chest of drawers. This granted you the excuse to weave your fingers into his hair—a subtle act not only to steady yourself but also to unwittingly encourage his delightful administrations, preventing your legs from giving way.

"We're going to be late," you managed to articulate with a tremulous, breathless voice. He let out a small laugh against your skin. "It's your cousin's wedding, after all," you murmured desperately, knowing that soon you would be rushing headlong into trouble.

In response, he delicately nipped a part of your neck. That slightest gesture was enough to make you surrender. Your head tilted backward, finding support against his sturdy chest before leaning slightly to the side. Your hand grabbed a few strands of his hair, pulling gently, eliciting a moan from him.

Now literally pressed against Dominik, you could feel every beat of his heart pulsating against his still partly unbuttoned white shirt. The mirror had indeed offered you a delightful view of his well-defined torso.

You ceased pretending that this damn wedding held any significance the moment his hands slid forward across your breasts and descended towards the lower curve of your belly and even lower. Suddenly, he emitted another groan, this one more desperate and guttural than the first. Your breath caught.

"You know what?" he whispered, "Far too perfect. Let your hair down, darling, I need to ruffle you up a bit before we go."

[theturtlebappe]

Mason Mount for Champions Journal Issue 7 🔥

[damiansgoodgirll]

Would you write a fic for someone of your choosing (I love ur writing I'd read for anyone istg) where the reader is feeling stressed or upset because of exams and he just comforts her? Maybe after a bad test or smth college is being a bitch rn and I NEED comfort :')

hope you don’t mind this one is with big virgil van dijk!

vvd x reader

stressed out

college was killing you.

you loved studying, but the exams and the few hours you had left for sleeping were going to be the end of you.

you were getting ready for a very important test when you just got the notification that you would have a second test the same day, just in the afternoon.

you felt drained and tired and you were sure you were going to fail both of exams because you couldn’t concentrate anymore.

tears started welling up in your eyes and you did your best to keep it silent because you knew your boyfriend was downstairs taking a nap on your couch and you didn’t want to wake him up, knowing how stressed he was from the league and all of the football matches.

but you couldn’t help to get anxious and a few sobs escaped your lips.

virgil was awake and was making you a tea when he heard you. he knew how stressed you had been in this period and it was pained him seeing how tired you were and how he couldn’t do nothing to help you.

he decided it was the best time for visiting you with his delicious tea.

you heard a knock on the door and immediately knew who it was.

“can i come in baby?” he asked you.

“ehm…just one second please” you said, wiping your tears away “come in…”

when he saw your face his heart broke. your look was tired and your eyes were all red and puffy.

“hey baby…” he sat down on the bed next to you and gently laid the cup of tea on your nightstand “i made you some tea” he smiled.

“thank you” you tried to smile but you were too tired.

“why don’t you take a break love? i can see how tired you are…” he suggested taking your hands in his bigger ones.

“what? no-no i can’t…” you started rambling “i just found out that i have two exams tomorrow, not one, two! i can’t take a break virgil…i need to be ready for tomorrow and…” he cut you off when you felt his hand caressing your cheek.

“easy love, take it easy…you’re over working yourself and that’s not healthy at all…i know who this is important to you but you’re not taking care of you and i’m worried…” he looked straight into your eyes and that was enough to make you cry once again.

he helped you between his legs, letting you cry all of your tears while his hands stroke your back.

“it’s okay love, let it all out, you’re okay…” he whispered.

“i’m not okay…i’m so fucking stressed about these exams that i know i’m going to fail both…i just, god, what was i thinking when i decided to go to college? i just - i’m so tired virgil i can’t even keep my eyes open and in less than 14 hours i have a very important test to do…” you kept crying, more like a desperate cry.

“hey hey hey it’s okay…i know you’re stressed baby, i know…but i also know you’re smart and a badass and that you won’t fail the exams…you just need to rest a bit and when you’ll be rested you’ll feel like studying again” he said “you can’t overwork yourself like this and not taking care of yourself…”

“i know…” you wiped your tears away and looked at him in the eyes.

“now… why don’t you drink this delicious tea i made for you and sleep a bit? i’ll cook dinner for us and when you’ll be hydrated you’ll keep studying okay?” he reasoned and you couldn’t help but agree with him.

“can you stay here with me? for a bit?” you asked him.

“of course baby…” he laid on the bed next to you. you drank all of the tea he made and that helped you calming you down. he then went to stroke your hair, helping you relax and fall asleep.

you drifted to sleep only a few minutes later.

virgil stood next to you all the time, making sure you kept sleeping and that you felt relaxed, all he wanted was to help you but little did he know he’s been helping you the moment you met.

[formulalfc]

Meeting the boys

Virgil Van Dijk x Reader

tw-none just fluff

You had met Virgil at a mutual friends birthday dinner. As someone who had been a Liverpool fan all your life you were very much in awe and intimidated by the Dutch centre back. Despite your initial fear of the man you both got on really well, bonding over your love of the support and your childhood club. You sat next to each other during the dinner and barely gave anyone else at the table the time of day, instead happy to just converse with each other.

As the meal came to an end, plates being taken away from the table and well wishes being given all around, you feared that this would be the end of whatever you had with Virgil. But much to your surprise as you both stood up to go your respective ways, Virgil stopped you with a hand to your elbow asking you if it would be possible to exchange numbers with you before you left.

That was six months ago and since that day you and Virgil had been all over each other, dates as often as you could fit them in, a drawer at his house for when you stay over and you had both met each other’s families after you had made it official with each other.

However, there were some people that were very important to Virgil who you had yet to meet, the rest of the Liverpool squad. You were arguably more terrified to meet them than you had been meeting his family.

Virgil had reassured you that you had nothing to worry about at all, the boys will love you because you make him happy and that’s all that really matters to them.

So with your shaking hands in your pockets, dressed completely head to toe in Liverpool merch that Virgil had insisted you wear, you made your way to training with your boyfriend, his hand squeezing yours every few minutes.

When you arrived at the training ground you steeled your nerves and climbed out of the car making sure you had your phone and bag. Virgil walked round to your side of the car taking your hand in his and placing a quick kiss to your forehead before murmuring to you, “I promise love its going to be fine.”

You knew it would be fine, it was just the initial meeting that you were worried about, wanting to make a good impression on the boys that Virgil loved dearly. You shot him a small smile, squeezing his hand in thanks and you both began walking to the entrance.

Virgil took you out into a bit where you could watch training and sat you with a few of the members of the media team who sat and spoke to you while you were waiting for the boys to come out.

After a few minutes they started to gradually come out into the training area and the media staff you were sat with got up to go and help filming content for the social media. You saw Virgil come out with some of the lads you recognise from the years of watching them, Trent Alexander Arnold, Andy Robbo and Virgil’s favourite person, Joel Matip.

Virgil looked over at you sending you a smile, and gesturing in your direction to the boys, who in turn looked over at you, sending you waves, and Robbo even go so far as to shout, “Hello Virg’s Missus”, causing more of the players to look over at where you were sat. A blush quickly rose to your cheeks, not being used to the attention and also a little starstruck that people you considered some of your idols were looking over at you in curiosity.

You look back over at Virgil who was clipping Robbo around the back of the head before looking at you and mouthing an apology on behalf of the Scotsman. You simply shook your head back at him, a smile gracing your features at the brotherly relationship the two of them shared.

Their attention was quickly drawn over to their coaches, explaining what they would be going through in training today.  

You sat and watched Virgil as he trained, very much enjoying the way he looked as he did his exercises and drills with his teammates.

After a while you felt a presence sit next to you and you turned to see none other than THE Jurgen Klopp sat right next to you, grinning right at you as he stuck a hand out, “Y/N! What a pleasure to finally meet you, we have all heard so much about the beautiful girl that caught our Virgil’s heart!”

You were at a loss of words as you placed your hand in Jurgen’s, stuttering out, “it’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I’m a huge fan of yours.”

He simply chuckled at you before launching into the funny anecdote of the first time he had met Virgil and telling you how well suited he thought you two were. You both sat and chatted for a while, quickly getting over your nervousness when you realised how easy it was to talk to him.

He eventually got up, telling you that he’d better go do his job or he’d get sacked, causing a loud laugh to leave you.

The boys continued to train, you just sitting there and enjoying the view in front of you until a few lads came over to you.

“Hello Y/N! Its so nice to meet you! Virgil has said so much about you!”, Mo Salah said as he sat on your left.

“We’ve all been dyin to meet you”, Trent says placing himself on your other side, while a few others, Bobby Firmino, Joe Gomez and Kostas Tsimikas stood in front of you.

Your jaw was literally on the floor.

You had no idea what to say, looking around at them all your mouth opening and shutting as you tried to figure out how to speak.

“What are you boys doing to my girl?” A low voice rumbled from behind you.

“Nothing!” Kostas exclaimed, “we’re just talking to her!”

“Well I think that’s enough talking for today, come on Y/N”, Virgil ushered you towards him. Words of protest were heard from the boys around you, exclamations of “We only just sat down” and “We wanna talk to Y/N, we will be nice promise!” we left unheard by Virgil as he pulled you towards him with a grin on his face.

You turned back towards the boys and sent them a small wave, they boys sending you smiles and waves in return and also telling you to come and visit them at training anytime.

Virgil took your hand and led you away but not before you bumped into Joel Matip and Andy Robertson, two of the guys Virgil spoke the most about when you were at home.

“Y/N hello! Its nice to finally meet you, Virgil’s been keepin you all to himself, eh?” Robbo says jokingly.

You grinned at him, not feeling as shy as you did with the others as you knew so much about him from Virgil, “Lovely to meet you Robbo”.

Andy pulled you into a hug before you were pulled into another by Joel who whispered in your ear, “He ever annoys you, you let me know, I’ll put him in his place.”

You laughed at him as you pulled away, gaining a strange look from Virgil, to which you patted his cheek and gave him a grin before replying to Joel, “I’ll let you know if I need your help.”

Joel let out a chuckle and you felt in that moment you had done well today despite your nervousness.

As you were walking away with an invitation to the next meet up, you realised you were happy that these were there person you shared Virgil with.

[psgirlie]

baby back at chelsea where he truly belongs💙

[someonegoood]

MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 3 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which after everything you gave, you're not sure if you're going to keep going. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 3 ! final part for my first two works, I'm proud of how it came out

taglist: @girlidekanymore @sunflower-tia @nicolesainz @chilwellspulisic @anotherfan07

inspired by taylor swift's songs.

The feeling of freshness —the wonderful smells, the damp feel of leaves falling down the trees, the breeze and the rain on your skin. The sound of rain is wonderful: not just between a hard roof and leaves, but you can hear it on different types of trees and hedges.

The flowers, which look like they were painted by Monet himself, have colours so rich that no one can even attempt to imitate them. From the smallest weed to the grandest stalk, they are all beautiful in your eyes.

Around you are your friends; some are talking or enjoying the countryside air. You had decided to take me on a little vacation before returning to the routine of the busy city of London.

No distractions, no disturbances, especially without him. After seeing how Mason smiled at that blonde standing next to him and Debbie's painful look in the boat, you knew all these years were in vain.

The moments when you took care of him after he vomited from all the alcohol he had consumed at the party, when you covered him so he could go on dates with different girls and other things you had done for him.

The last time Mason saw you still burned in the back of your mind, the little stolen glances he gave you while you were wearing a pink t-shirt, the one that you had left back in a drawer in the Mount's house. Stacey had told you the t-shirt drove him crazy.

It had been weeks, and you still couldn’t understand why nothing went your way. Was it you? Had you done something wrong? Had it been you that caused the gulf?

—Babes, how could you ever think it's your fault? Clearly, he is out of his mind. —Clara talked. You and your friends were sitting on the porch in the extensive field that belonged to your grandparents.

Then Adelaida, who was resting her head on your lap, suddenly stood up, leaning on one elbow and said: —Please don't think it's your fault, you would be lowering yourself to his level.

Everyone had been adamant that it wasn’t you... even your mother. But even with those words of affirmation, it didn’t change the internal feelings, the heartbreak that felt it was never-ending. 

All you ever wanted was that connection, that string, that feeling that pulled you to another person, that proved he was the person meant to be for you. It was devastating to think back and know he wasn’t. 

Even though you were angry at him, you knew that when you saw him you would act like a little girl, crazy in love.

On the other side, Mason was in the kitchen, picking at the leftover food on the tabletop as everyone else was in the living room. His mother walked into the kitchen as he took a bite of little meatballs that looked delicious and she laughed at the pieces of meat that had fallen onto the kitchen counter.

—That’s definitely not the way to eat —she smirked knowing his son wasn't the type of person to sit down and eat properly.

—But you love me anyways, mom. —Mason flashed his puppy eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. It had been a long year for Mason. He stopped turning to family events when he knew you would be there.

—Mason Tony Mount, I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself-

—Mom. —Mason sighed. —Don't start this whole speech about her, please.

—Dear, I don’t even need to say her name... it will always be her. —She smiled, sadly, as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.

—She's happy, from what I heard. —he scoffed again.

—So then you know you’re being an ass, right?

Mason's eyes widened at his mother's question but she just laughed and waved him off. —After all the years she spent after you, dear, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.

That sentence shattered his heart. You weren't the little girl who ran behind him in search of attention anymore, you were a woman with maturity, feelings and beauty.

—But what if I’m not happy? —he asked his mum. Debbie felt her heart clench at his words, it was never good for a mother when they saw their son being at his lowest.

—Do you love her?

There was no answer.

—See, that would be very cruel. Mase... either you love her or you’re jealous. Just remember that she's a second daughter to me and I know her like the palm of my hand. I'm certain that she’s fragile when it comes to you.

After a week in the countryside with your friends, you were back in the city, at a party the english players were throwing in celebration of their team winning the last few games.

Every time he looks at you, it’s making him go mad. It surprises him how much influence you have on his night out. He actually believed he could handle it, seeing you after a while. Normally he’s the one who takes you to the football after-parties because you begged him like crazy. But not this time.

Did you wear a white dress on purpose tonight? He doesn’t know. You look beautiful and he wishes he had the nerve to tell you how great white looks on you. He remembers the time you almost kiss in the box, you in the white sweatshirt with his number. The guy talking to you on your right was Foden. Did you wear it for him? He doesn’t believe that, he doesn’t think he deserves that. 

Mason sighs. This is one of the hardest nights in his life. He shouldn’t have messed it up. If he didn’t follow what Ben said to him, he would probably be the one talking to you. Fucking Ben.

At the same time, you don’t know what’s bothering Mason. You thought he would be coming to the afterparty with Daphne, but his friends confirmed that he forgot her quickly. He didn't even kiss her. Neither touch her.

It surprised you, you were afraid he would show up with that beautiful model. A part of you felt really happy.

You feel his eyes burning into you while you talk to Foden. You quickly take the cocktail out of Phil's hands, while thanking him in the meantime. He shrugs it off. 

—What’s up with you? —He asks you after you take a few sips. 

—What do you mean? —You ask him. Is he noticing your bad mood? You tried hiding it, but maybe you failed.

—You seem distracted. Did something happen? —he goes on. You take a sip of your cocktail, thinking about your response. Could it be a bad plan to tell him about Mase? They’re friends after all. But on the other hand, it would be nice to talk about it to someone. 

—It’s him, isn’t it? —Foden answers his own question. You didn’t even realize you were looking at Mason until Phil spoke. You nod towards him, —Let’s go outside.

Then, you're sitting on a wooden bench outside. The white dress doesn’t give you much warmth, so you embarrassingly start to shiver. Before you can notice it, Phil drapes his jacket around your shoulders. 

—Fuck... —he says, regretting. —I knew it would be a bad plan to invite you. —Mutters softly, —I thought it was a good idea to make you feel better, now I just got Mount to get angry at you.

You laughed, thinking that was very cute. —That’s not true, Phil —you try to comfort him, —you can’t help me being an idiot.

—To be fair, Mason and you are both idiots. —Foden laughs, —Definitely unaware idiots-

But before he can explain to you anything, Mason shows up in front of you. 

While walking back to his car, he notices the sound of people talking outside. He thinks he’s recognizing your voice. He must be going insane, he thinks tiredly to himself. But still, he walks towards the sound. Quickly seeing you and Phil sitting together... fucking hell, why are you wearing his jacket? 

Before he realizes it himself, he stands before you and his teammate Foden. The chattering stops directly, did he interrupt something? He feels awkward with you and Phil looking at him amusingly. How can he fix this awful situation? 

—I uh... I wanted to say bye to you. —Mason said, ignoring the existence of Phil. —I am supposed to bring you home or will Phil...?—He stutters eventually, not wanting to finish his question.

—Wait, Mase, can we talk? —You react before Mason turns around and walks to his car in a rush. He nods.

—Of course.

The silence was sharply awkward.

—Don’t forget your jacket, Foden —Mason quickly says, —she can wear mine while we’re outside.

Phil, who no longer was sitting on the bench, laughed for a bit at his hopeless friend. Then he walks up to you, and takes his own jacket from your shoulders, while Mason quickly takes off his. You give Phil a quick hug to thank him, before getting into Mason's jacket.

—Don’t be an idiot to her —says Phil toward Mason whispering in his ear. You smile shyly, flushing with Phil's comment. 

Mason doesn’t know how to watch the interaction between his friend and you. He doesn't know where to look when you turn your attention to him. The white dress quickly grabs his attention once again.

Silently, both of you walk to the parking lot where his fancy Mercedes-AMG was parked. You had always made fun of him because the car was too posh in your opinion, although every time you needed a ride home you always ended up in his car.

Firstly he took the car keys out of his pocket and then he opened your door for you. He had always been a gentleman. The situation is unexpected, yet influenced by the tension that’s been built between you two through the last couple of months. 

—So, what do you want to talk about? —Mason asks you. You lasted a few seconds thinking about how to answer his question.

—Why were you ignoring me today? Why didn’t you come up to me and Phil to say hi? —You fire multiple questions at him, —did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me? —Your words cut through the thick air inside the car.

—I thought the two of you were busy with each other. —Mason mutters.

You scoff, this was unbelievable. —That’s bullshit Mase, you know I always make time for you.

—God!, I just wasn’t in the mood to see you two. —He said, elevating his tone, trying to sound casual but deep down, jealousy was gnawing at him like a relentless beast.

You don’t know what to say to Mason. You don’t even know what the boy means. He wasn’t in the mood to see you? Since when could that happen? 

—Why? —You barely dare to ask him. You have no choice, so you repeat your last question —why, Mase? —Your eyes start to fill with tears.

Mason sighs, —You won’t get it.

—You don’t know that. Try me.

—I just... I just don’t like seeing you with other boys —he confessed. You doubt for a bit. Should you tell him you were relieved he showed up alone instead of coming with Daphne? You decide not.

—Oh, come on Mason! You can't say that! —You almost shout. Mason's eyes open like plates. You had never raised your voice at him like that, so angry.

—Why not? —He, as well, says almost shouting.

—Because you don't have the right! It's-it's just that you can't say that as if my feelings were so simple... —You tried to calm yourself, you could lost everything now.

—Mason, I've been with you since the beginning and you know that. I'm your biggest supporter and deep inside you know I’ll always cheer for you. I’ve spent my whole girlhood- Fuck. —Tears start scrolling down your delicate face. He looks at you as if you were graceful.

—I wanted to be with you tonight, —you eventually say after a long silence—but you looked at me as if I didn’t matter.

—I know.

You sigh. Can't the boy say anything else? You feel obligated to talk further: —Why aren’t you telling me what’s wrong?

You don't get any answer. Looking at the ceiling of the car, you try to keep your cool.

—You know what? I’m going back to the party. Call me when you can explain at least something. —You want to undo yourself from Mason's warm jacket, but he stops you directly by grabbing your arm.

—I know you deserve to know what’s going on, but I don’t want to lose you. I know it’s a shitty excuse which makes everything even more unclear, but please don’t go back inside. —Mason talks soft and fast —and please keep the jacket on.

—What’s so important about the jacket? —You ask with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit. 

—Your dress distracts me and I don’t want to see you in anyone else’s jacket again. —This time he is direct with his words. Almost harsh. You wonder why your dress distracts him. Does he find it ugly?

 —Don’t you like the dress? —You ask.

 —I fucking love the dress. —Mason says. At that moment you feel something clicking. Despite his short explanation, you wonder if Mason may return your feelings.

—Just give me time. Everything is happening so fast and the fact that I'm just realizing that all these years all I've been doing is hurting you makes me go mad angry at myself. —He says, without breathing. —And... I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for everything I've done, for the countless times I've hurt you. I promise you will have a proper explanation. —He tried to smile, with tears in his eyes.

—That's the Mase I know... —You laugh lightly and Mason just stares at you, sweetly. —Now take me back home, probably my brother is already wasted.

What you didn't know is that that day Mason Mount started falling in love with you.

A few days after you were your house, sat in the cozy familiarity of the your couch while your mother flipped through the pages of a weathered photo album resting on her lap. Each turn of the page revealed a snapshot of your brother's and your past, a journey frozen in time.

—Look! You're wearing my glasses! —Said your mother, with clear emotion in her voice. She turned some pages that had photographs of your childhood: when you were born, your first tooth fell out and many more memories.

Your cheeks flushed with nostalgic warmth, a subtle testament to the innocence and joy captured in each photograph.

Among the sepia-toned memories and faded polaroids, there was a page filled with pictures where Mason and you, both still little children, intertwined in laughter playing in the park.

Your mom pinched your cheek. —Someday you will realize that everything you did was not in vain, on the contrary, it was all worth it. —She stopped to take a breath. —Because golden loves are like that. They stay with you forever.

—How beautiful, mom. —You ironized. She laughed.

—It will, darling... Come here. —And then you hugged her. You hugged her with all your might as you felt her warmth on your face. She giggled, breaking the embrace.

—You'll need a spell to make Mason realize what a fool he is.

—Mom!

A couple days later, you were back at Stamford Bridge once again. As you approach the stadium, you can feel the excitement building. The streets around the stadium eagerly anticipate the game ahead.

Inside the stadium, the dominant colour is blue. The stands are filled with supporters adorned in their team's jerseys, scarves, and signs that say "Pride of London".

—Call her Mason, I’m sure she's in the stands —said Ben, while putting on the new shirt they played in today. Mason held his cell phone, sitting on the bench in the large locker room.

Today was Valentine's Day and Mason had a game. Your brother told Mason he was going out on a date with his girlfriend but you would go in his place, as usual. He didn't know if you were coming, so Mason was nervous, especially with the talk you had in his car.

You had called Debbie in the morning, asking her if you should come to the game, and she told you that Mason would be more than happy to see you there. You wondered if he knew what you were up to if your brother had kept him in the loop.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

The third tone rang while Ben tried to hold Mason, about to faint from anxiety. In the background, music was blasting from the speakers while the guys on the team began gathering in the locker room for their last talk before the game started.

Reece James leaned closer, curious why his teammate was sitting with his phone in hand, bouncing his leg nervously.

—What has got Mount that nervous? I've never seen him like this —he says to Ben, seated next to Mason, fixing his shoes.

—It's his girlfriend-

—She's not my girlfriend! —Mason interrupted Chilwell, with an expression of fear. You still haven't answered him and the fact that his friends were bothering him added to his anxiety.

—Give me that shit. —Suddenly Kai Havertz appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Mason's phone and putting the call on speaker. Everyone's attention was on the tones ringing, hoping you'll pick up. The team had witnessed your situationship since Mason had joined Chelsea, so they knew you quite well.

—Hi? Mason?

Kai, standing on the bench in the centre of the room, had the phone in his hand so everyone could hear. His eyes widened and his mouth also opened, in surprise. Everyone stood up while Mason's blood pressure went down.

With a jump, Havertz handed the cell phone to his friend so he could answer you. There was a silence between your response and his because his teammates were signalling to him, guiding him in his response.

—Yes? —That was the only thing he could think of at that moment.

—You... you've just called me minutes before your game. Is everything okay? Do you need something? —For you, it was strange that Mason called you, especially right before his game. Mason's teammates melt with your response, you seemed like a worried girlfriend.

—N-no, I was calling to know if you're on Stamford Bridge. —He stuttered, nervous about your answer. You smiled a bit, already seated between the blue tide of fans.

—Of course! I wouldn't miss a game for anything Mase. —And that was the end of him. He said goodbye saying that he had to go out and play and hoped you liked the game, while all his friends were shouting acknowledging that probably by the end of the year, they would have a new addition on their team.

The match ended with Chelsea winning by two goals and the assistance of Mason. You couldn't be more proud of him and after the exhilarating victory at Stamford Bridge, you made your way to the cooldown room, where players and staff often gather to unwind after the match.

As you entered, you spotted Mason, the hero of the game with his crucial assist. A sense of pride swelled within you as you approached him. He was putting something in his backpack, distracted.

—Incredible game out there, —you said, startling Mason. He turned with a smile, recognizing your voice without seeing your face.

—Thanks, this means a lot to me... —Mason replied, his face beaming with satisfaction. You both exchanged a few more words about the match, sharing our favourite moments and the atmosphere at the stadium. Then, out of the blue, Mason's tone turned slightly more serious.

—You know... —he said, pausing for a moment. —I've been thinking. We've been through so much together, your support has meant a lot to me.

You nodded, feeling a sense of tenderness with him. Mason took a deep breath before continuing. —Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner later. Just to say thanks for always being there, you know?

Surprised by the unexpected invitation, you couldn't help but smile. —I'd be honoured to join you. —You said, laughing out of nervousness.

A couple hours later, Mason kept his hand on your lower back as he led you through the restaurant, your body settled into his side. His hand slid around your waist while opening the door, a shiver already wracking your body. You gasped at the white snow starting to lay outside, thick flakes slowly falling from the sky.

—Look there! Mase, it's snowing! —You tugged a little on Mason's hand on your waist, the heat replacing the cold feeling on your fingers. There was already a pretty thick layer on the ground and you wondered briefly how long it had been snowing. —It's so pretty.

Mason watched your smile widen when he was paying the bill, as you tilted your head back, eyes squinting as the flakes cascaded down. He'd never seen anyone get so excited over snow.

You looked so good under the twinkling lights, the candle in the middle of the table illuminating half of your face. He was having an amazing time, already realizing he mad in love with you.

From the way you keep your hair in a messy ponytail to the way you are surprised by the snow. Everything about you was perfect for him.

—Do you want to go for a walk before I take you home? —He slid his hand over your jaw, his thumb stroking away the little flake on your cheek. You gave a small nod, flushed since all of this was new for you. He grinned before stepping back and holding his hand out to you.

—M'lady?

You looped your arm through his and the two of you started off down the street, his gaze darting between you and the falling snow. You snuggle as close as possible to him to steal some of his natural body heat.

Snow was falling and settling into Mason’s hair, individual flakes dropping onto his eyelashes and you were certain he’d never looked prettier.

—Remember the time I tried to sneak out and you caught me? That time I was actually grounded for fighting with my brother and I wanted to buy the new console game you were so interested in. —You said, recalling those silly things.

He didn't know if his cheeks were flushed pink from the cold or from what you'd just said.

—But that game was so expensive!

—I know! I just wanted to give you something for your birthday. That's why I didn't have any presents for you at your birthday party.

Mason caught your gaze, head cocking curiously at the sudden shy look that had taken over your features. You let your eyes wander from him to the snow-filled street around you. You slowed to a stop, right against the barriers of the little lake and you leant against it, the two of you facing each other, your hand still clasped in his.

All you wanted was to grab him and kiss him, you didn’t care who saw or if you got a cold, you just wanted to kiss him in the snow.

After a silence, he said: —You know I want you, right?

You looked at him. Surprised. Self-conscious Scared. But above all, in love.

—I've been thinking and I can't help falling for you now. I’m not jealous because you have other people in your life, I’m not a fucking kid. That time with Phil, at the party, made me realize that I want you with me... By my side. I want to be the one you say 'I love you' to, I want to be the one that cuddles you, that-

You interrupted him. —Mase, I… I don’t know how to say this… —Voice uncertain as you watched for his reaction, for any flicker of emotion that stated he didn't want that.

His face fell, and he retracted his hands from the barriers that before were trapping you between his body and the barriers. Ready for rejection, he looked into your eyes.

—I… I like you too. —You looked down, feigning sadness. When you looked up, he was squinting at you. —I don't know how are you convincing my brother you're good enough for me...

—I'd probably invite him to one of my games and we could go for dinner after the game? I'll book somewhere for us. —You matched his smile with a nod, shoulders relaxing slightly after the confession as you pulled your hand from his so you could settle your arms around his neck instead.

—Sounds amazing. Deep inside he's a West Ham fan, y'know. — Mason's face contorted a little when he bumped his nose against yours, lips lightly brushing together.

—Oh shut up, —he muttered into your lips, —let me kiss you.

And you obeyed, your hands resting nervously at his neck as he ravished you, his tongue begging for entrance. You allowed it, moaning into his lips as they intertwined perfectly. His hands travelled from your hair to your waist where he pushed you closer to him.

You indeed had waited your whole life for this.

[glossyblue]

His revenge

glossyblue: Hiiiii everyone, after a while I came back with Jude!!!! I hope you enjoy, send me your requests💌🫶🏻

Summary: He thinks what you are doing to him is not fair and he wants to take revenge and make you feel it too. Smut

Pairing: Jude Bellingham × reader

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"Jude, come to bed," you called out, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow across the room. He stumbled in, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion from a long day at work. but you found his disheveled look endearing.

As he lay down beside you, you couldn't resist the urge to playfully poke his ribs, watching his eyes fly open with a start. "Hey!" he exclaimed, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. "What was that for?"

"Oh, I just couldn't help it," you giggled, tracing a finger along the line of his jaw. "You look so...sexy when you're all tired like this." The words slipped out before you had a chance to think, and Jude's expression changed from surprise to smug satisfaction. He turned to face you, his gaze lingering on your face as if searching for a hint of what you were really thinking.

"Really?" he murmured, the playfulness in his voice replaced by a low rumble of desire. "So, you want me?" His hand found its way to your waist, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin there. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body respond despite your earlier protestations of fatigue.

You nodded, the words coming out in a whisper. "I really need you, Jude." His eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all he found was raw, unbridled desire. Slowly, his hand slid up to cup your cheek, and he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted you all day," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Then, without any further warning, he kissed you deeply. His lips were firm and demanding, leaving no room for doubt or denial. The kiss was like a storm, sweeping away any remaining barriers between you. You moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. His hand slid down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers deftly navigating the fabric to caress the bare skin beneath.

But just as the heat between you was reaching a boiling point, Jude abruptly pulled away, his eyes gleaming with mischief in the dim light. "Actually, you know what?" he said, his voice a low purr. "I think I'm just too tired for this."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stared at him, utterly baffled. "What?" you managed to say, your voice shaky with need. "But you just said..."

Jude chuckled, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he lay back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. He stared at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I know," he said, his voice a low purr. "But tonight, I think I'll just watch you squirm."

You felt your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and arousal. "What do you mean?" you snapped, trying to push aside the feeling of rejection that stung deep within you. "Why are you doing this?"

Jude's smirk grew wider as he closed his eyes, feigning innocence. "What? I'm just tired," he said, his voice lazy and unfazed by your reaction. "You know how it is, right? Sometimes you're just not in the mood."

You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you—sadness, anger, and a hint of confusion. You couldn't believe he'd do this to you. "I hate you," you spat, trying to keep the hurt from showing in your voice. You rolled over, turning your back to him, and grabbed your pillow, burying your face in it.

Jude chuckled again, the sound grating against your nerves. "Oh, come on," he said, his voice still lazy. "You're just upset because I'm not giving you what you want. It's not the end of the world."

You threw the pillow at him, the force of your frustration surprising even you. "It's not funny, Jude!" you snapped, sitting up in bed. "You can't just tease me like that!"

He caught the pillow without opening his eyes, his smug expression unchanged. "Tease?" he said, feigning ignorance. "I'm just taking a page out of your book, love. You've done this to me plenty of times."

The comment hit you like a slap in the face. It was true that you had turned him down before, but it had always been out of genuine exhaustion, never as a cruel game. You felt a surge of anger, but before you could respond, he continued, "Besides, you're the one who said it's okay to say no, right?"

You clenched your fists, the fabric of the sheets bunching in your grip. "That's different," you argued, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm not playing games here."

"No?" Jude's tone was light, but there was an edge to it now. "It sure feels like it from this side of the bed." He sat up, the mattress shifting under his weight. "I've been there, waiting for you to want me, when all you do is push me away. Now, you know how it feels."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged within you. "This isn't about revenge," you said firmly, looking him in the eye. "It's about respect. And I expect the same from you."

Jude's expression grew serious, the smirk fading away. "I know,"

he said, his voice softer now. "But sometimes, you need to understand what it feels like to be the one asking for something and not getting it."

You stared at him for a moment, his words sinking in. You had never thought about it that way before. In your defense, you had always had good reasons for turning him down—work, stress, or just plain exhaustion. But you realized that maybe, just maybe, you had been a bit dismissive of his needs at times. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jude leaned closer, his expression softening. "It's okay," he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'm not mad. I just wanted you to see things from my perspective." He paused, stroking your skin with his thumb. "But if you really need me to make it up to you, I can do that."

You felt a spark of hope flare up inside you, your body still thrumming with the need for his touch. "How?" you asked, unable to keep the desperation out of your voice.

Jude leaned in closer, his breath tickling the back of your neck. "I'll make it worth the wait," he promised, his voice a seductive whisper. He slid his hand down your arm, his fingertips tracing circles on your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt the heat between you building once again, his proximity almost unbearable. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity and desire.

Jude's hand continued to roam, moving down to your waist and then back up again. "Just trust me," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'll make sure you won't forget this night." With that, he stood up, the mattress sighing in relief as he rose from it. He turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You could hear the rustle of fabric as he undressed, the anticipation in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

When he climbed back into bed, the coolness of his bare skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of the sheets. He settled behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. His chest was firm and muscular, a wall of heat that seemed to envelop you entirely. His breath was warm against your neck as he kissed you again, his lips moving from your ear to your jaw, down to your collarbone.

You shivered as his hands began to explore your body, his touch gentle yet insistent. He knew exactly where to touch you to make you melt, and he used that knowledge to his advantage. His fingers traced the lines of your ribs, the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, and the curve of your hips. His thumbs grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, inching higher with every pass.

You could feel your resolve crumbling, the need for him overwhelming any lingering anger or resentment. You leaned back into his embrace, your body arching towards his as he kissed your neck. He was right—his touch was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but crave more. You felt his hardness pressing against your back, a silent testament to his desire.

With a low growl, Jude rolled you over, his eyes gleaming with hunger in the darkness. He pinned your wrists to the bed, his body hovering over yours. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm going to show you exactly what you've been missing."

Your breath hitched as his mouth found yours again, his kisses deep and demanding. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You didn't resist as he slid your shirt up and over your head, his eyes raking over your exposed skin with greedy hunger. His palms skimmed over your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, making you gasp into his mouth.

Jude's weight shifted, and you felt his legs part yours, the roughness of his denim against your bare thighs. He ground his hips into you, his erection a clear indication of his intentions. You squirmed underneath him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants, his fingertips deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them.

"Let me show you what it feels like," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slid inside, his fingers grazing the fabric of your underwear. You gasped as he found the dampness that had been growing between your legs. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent a thrill down your spine. "You're so wet for me," he said, his voice a low growl. "You can't lie, can you?"

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he touched you, his fingers moving with a gentle but insistent pressure. He knew exactly how to play your body, how to make you crave him. You felt your resolve crumbling, your anger and frustration giving way to the all-consuming need for his touch. You arched your back, pushing into his hand, and he rewarded you with a wicked smile.

The feeling was exquisite, and you knew he was savoring every moment of your surrender. His eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a predatory intensity that only served to make you wetter.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he slipped a finger inside you, and you gasped, your body tightening around him. He stroked you slowly, his movements calculated to drive you wild. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your hips moving in sync with his hand. "Jude," you moaned, your voice needy and desperate.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "That's it," he whispered, his breath hot in your ear. "Just let go." His thumb found your clit, and he began to rub it in slow, firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. Your body responded immediately, pleasure pooling in your belly and spreading outwards like a warm wave.

Jude's kisses grew more urgent, his teeth grazing your neck as his hand worked its magic. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter, until it was all you could think about. Your hips began to rock in time with his movements, desperately seeking more friction. You moaned his name, your voice a hoarse plea for release.

He slid another finger inside you, stretching you gently, filling you up. The sensation was overwhelming, and you knew you couldn't hold out much longer. His thumb circled your clit with unerring precision, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. You bucked against his hand, your nails digging into the sheets as the orgasm built. "Please," you begged, your voice a breathless whisper.

Jude's eyes gleamed in the darkness, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched you come apart. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice a seductive taunt.

You could feel the orgasm building, the pressure almost painful in its intensity. "Please," you repeated, your voice shaking with need. "Make me come."

Jude's smile grew, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue probing your mouth as his hand continued to work its magic. His thumb applied more pressure, and you felt the coil inside you snap. You cried out, your body convulsing as the waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn't stop, his movements relentless as he rode out your climax, pushing you further and further until you thought you might shatter.

When the last tremor had passed, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours in the darkness. "See?" he whispered, his voice still smug but with an underlying warmth. "It's not always about the chase."

You nodded, breathless and dizzy from the intensity of your climax. Your body felt like it was floating on a cloud, and you couldn't help but lean into him, craving the comfort of his embrace. He kissed you gently, his touch tender and loving, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy of moments ago.

"I'm sorry," you murmured against his lips, the words spilling out unbidden. "I didn't realize..."

Jude kissed you softly, his hand stroking your cheek. "It's okay," he said, his voice soothing. "I just wanted you to understand."

You felt a pang of guilt for the times you had unknowingly hurt him. You cuddled closer, the warmth of his body wrapping around you like a blanket. "I do now," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Jude's arms tightened around you, and he kissed the top of your head. "Good," he murmured, his hand tracing patterns on your bare back. "Because I love you, and I don't want you to ever feel like you're not important to me."

You took a deep breath, the scent of his skin and the lingering musk of sex filling your nostrils. "I know," you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. "And I love you too."

Jude's grip on you loosened, his hand moving to stroke your hair. "Now, how about we get some sleep?" he suggested, his voice tinged with exhaustion. You nodded, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever. As he pulled the covers over you both, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The tension between you had been broken, and you were left feeling closer to him than ever before.

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[swayziiwriter]

United | Marcus Rashford

summary: a drabble on Marcus taking complete control over your body and having you reluctantly admit who was treating you so good

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: I promise that I will have a longer chapter out soon along with a requested fluff, until then enjoy this short drabble I haven’t republished yet

You moaned out as Marcus continued to pound into you, leaving you shrieking in pleasure. The red jersey you once had on was tossed onto the ground as Marcus practically ripped it off your needy body.

"Look at you" Marcus grunts, "letting a united boy fuck you like this" "who's filling you up baby?," he spits and thrusts into you so forcefully that you're certain you'll have bruises tomorrow.

"Huh, say it?" He encourages you as his speed intensifies, "You," you whine out, "and what team do i play for y/n?" He grunted out. Marcus was using this fuck as an ego boost, and you were taking it all.

You were a dedicated Arsenal fan. You practically have to force yourself to say, "united." Hearing you say that, moaning as you were wrapped around his cock was enough for Marcus to fuck you even harder. He watched you with a smirk as he fucked you to your climax.

You were a dirty gunner, but nonetheless you were his dirty gunner.

[ladymarycrawley]

Wet celebration - Mason Mount

Not requested but I was struck by the inspiration, after a long time, to write sth for our star boy so enjoy 💫

Warning: smutty, very smutty (and I said to myself it shouldn't have been lmao)

Tag list: @prideofpd, @chelsealover, @johnstonesfc, @masterclassbaby, @masonxomount

Mason going back to training after having missed some of the first games of the season together with the England camp was definitely something worthy of being celebrated.

Before he could go back you had in mind to have your intimate party which consisted of a candle lit bubble bath and champagne glasses to have a toast.

Everything had to be ready for when he came back home after his last session at the physio, the one that would have officially sealed his coming back on the pitch.

You were waiting for him kind of impatiently, both to have him all to yourself (romantically speaking) and to hear the good news of him getting the green light to go back doing the thing he loved the most.

He entered your shared house with the biggest grin ever, his trademark, and with his arms wide open.

“Guess who can go back to playing football?”

“Mhh let me guess…” You accepted playing his game, assuming a fake thoughtful expression as you walked towards him, between his arms. "Is that you?"

He nodded gloatingly, securing his grip around your body.

“I can go back playing” He hummed, sounding like a happy boy who just finished his homeworks and can go having fun.

“I knew it, I’m so proud of you” You whispered while cupping his perfect face in your hands. “And you deserve a reward”

Mason lifted his eyebrows in an enquiring look, waiting to have some explanations.

You smiled and took his hand in yours to lead him upstairs, where your romantic surprise was waiting for you.

When you stopped at the entrance of your big bathroom he saw the shadow of candlelights and smiled knowingly, walking in to look at the tub brimming with soap bubbles, the two glasses of champagne and the massaging oil on the ceramic surface waiting for you.

He wiggled his eyebrows and started unzipping his hoodie to throw it mercilessly on the floor.

“We need to hurry before the water cools down” His voice assumed an husky tone, the one he would usually get when lust was making its way inside his body and also the one that would make you wet.

You followed his advice by slowly discarding all the clothes that were covering your body, letting them fall on the floor. The only thing that didn’t leave your body was your powerful eye contact: you couldn’t look away from each other, you were a feast for each other’s eyes.

When you were both naked Mason offered his hand to help you step inside the tub as you thanked him silently with a smile.

You sat there, waiting for him to join you and to adopt your favourite posture which was laying your back against his chest and letting him do everything he had in mind to do to your body.

Before relaxing against his toned chest you stretched out your right arm to grab the two glasses and handed him his.

“What are we drinking to?”

 “To you being back at training and to me being always proud of you”

Mason smirked and raised his glass.

“I’d also like to drink to my gorgeous girlfriend who had this great idea…been missing some good bath tub sex”

“Mase!” You turned crimson as you nonchalantly sipped your wine.

“Oh come on, I know you’re no angel and your aim has always been this, since the beginning that little mind of yours started thinking about all of this”

You rolled your eyes and drank up the liquid in your glass, leaving some at the bottom of it to dip your index finger in and bring it closer to your boyfriend’s lips. He smirked as he didn’t doubt not even for a second about what was your plan for the night and swirled his tongue around your finger before sucking it. You had far better things to do than going on having some good wine, so you skipped to the main course.

A mischievous smirk appeared on your lips to match the one plastered on Mason’s face.

He took in your naked body, soaking your breast with some lazy strokes that gave him the chance to finally touch you. His thumb rubbed your nipple gently, soon adding the tip of his tongue to it.

Some sweet but forbidden cuddles were the things you missed the most during these days of pain and you weren’t the only one needing them so you moved your hand across his abdomen to place it in the tip of his dick coming out of water. The look you gave to it was obviously a luxurious one, you couldn’t wait to taste it.

You started by brushing your thumb pad left and right, adding a light pressure to it.

Mason sat on the step your bath tub had so you could give him his reward more easily.

The sight of his big cock twitching made you even more eager to have it so you moved closer, placing your palms on his inner thighs to let your mouth do the work you both were looking forward to: you spit on his member to make the movement of your lips smoother. Relaxed, cute moans started filling the room as he placed his hand in your tied up hair to spur you on.

“Oh good god..”

His eyes were closed and his head back against the wall: you succeeded in making him relax but you didn’t want him to get too relaxed as you needed something too, for being a good supportive girlfriend. When his precum started touching your lips you stopped, giving him doe eyes.

He opened his eyes and when he saw the way you were looking at him, knelt down in front of him all needy, he lost it: he needed to have you right there and then.

Mason’s brown eyes got covered in lust as he got back in the water and placed his hands on your hips to lift you on the step where he was sitting earlier.

He spread your legs open so he could start devouring your pussy as if his life depended on it. His tongue sucked, his teeth nibbled at your lips and his lips left small kisses all around: it was perfect.

“Oh yes Mase…I missed you” You whined, pushing your hips against his mouth. 

He let out a satisfied moan as he was pleased to give you such a good time. His tongue stopped licking your skin the moment he shifted it inside of you.

"Yes baby yes…fuck me”

The way he ate you out was about to give you your first orgasm but he did the same you did to him: as soon as he felt your juices down his chin he stopped and broke away.

“Mase -”

Mason lifted his weight on his arms to reach your height and whisper a little something to your lips.

“What goes around comes around”

He was too much to take: he was there making fun of you, looking hotter than ever and driving you crazy by being a tease.

Mason sat back in the tub as you straddled him, tangling your arms around his neck and bending your knees so that your feet were resting near his bottom. 

“You’re being a tease, that’s not fair” You cooed in his ear, biting on his earlobe in a playful yet horny.

“You’ve been a tease too and it was a pity I had to stop cause your cum tasted so good…”

A louder desperate groan left your lips, made it even more desperate by the feeling of his fingers dangerously close to your pussy.

The way he was there, looking irresistible, urged you to kiss him feverishly, a messy kiss that left nothing to the imagination.

During your open mothed kiss, Mason pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you roll your eyes at the back of your head because of the pleasure he was capable of giving you.

Then he wrapped his arms around your waist seconds before entering you.

Your O shaped mouth gave echo to a deep moan, letting him know you were fully ready to feel him inside of you. 

He started rocking his pelvis against yours in a slow but passionate motion. That position was perfect because you could get lost in each other’s eyes while fucking your brains out. Your thrusts were bringing heaven to each one. The hot breath of his panting against your neck and your heavy sighs in his ear made you feel so close, resulting in both of you reaching the climax at the same time. It was a mess but quite a sexy one.

The sex you just had was perfect, so perfect Mason kept his cock inside of you a little more, basking in the pleasurable feeling of laukewarm water as well as the one of your walls still clenched around him.

“Can we do this again after my next game?

“Yeah but in the shower this time…” You groaned, looking at the mess you caused as all the bathroom floor was covered in water. “We made quite a mess”

"Not so fast baby girl" He stopped your attempt of getting out of there, tempting you with the oil massage you put there as he shook the bottle before your eyes "we still have to try this"