#world cup smut

[esquen]

please write a jude bellingham smut where his mum and dad walk in on you and you have to face them in the morning

awkward ;; j.b

in which ;; jude and his girlfriend get caught by his mom

“missed you, so much.” you sighed out, feeling jude’s hip retract and push back into you. “mh, missed you too.” he bent down to place a kiss on your pouting lips as you watched him move inside of you.

“jude?” you heard a voice and jude immediately jumped off of you as your head whipped towards the door. when you looked, it was already closing.

“shit!” he whined and stared at the door then at you. “was that your mom…” you whispered nervously. “yeah.” he sighed out, laying next to you. “just, go to sleep. that’s tomorrows problem.”

“i didn’t get to cum, though.” you frowned. “i’ll help you when they leave, okay?” he brushed your hair out of your face and invited you into his arms, watching as he wrapped them around you.

——————

in the morning, you woke up to the sound of plates clanging and the stove turning off. you felt jude stirring next to you, waking up at the same time.

“hey baby.” you smiled at him as he placed a kiss on your lips. “hungry?” he asked as he sat up. “and horny. more hungry though.” you giggled and pulled the sleep shorts that were abandoned on your bed.

“c’mon, lets go.” he motioned for you to follow him when he finished changing. “scared to hear what you parents are gonna say.” you whispered as you walked down the hallway.

“it’ll be okay.” he shrugged it off and watched as jobe ran across the living room to grab your dog.

“mornin’ jude.” jobe greeted, picking up the dog and sitting down on the couch. judes parents whipped their head around at the name, immediately trying to hide their giggles.

“hey jobe.” jude smirked and walked over to his parents who were almost ready to go. “we made you both breakfast sandwiches, they’re in the microwave.” his mom giggled, pushing the juice back in the fridge.

“we’ll be back at six, we gotta get your cousins birthday present.” jude’s dad side eyed his mom who snorted a bit before putting a smile on her face.

“be safe!” she called out and walked towards the door, jobe behind her. “i wish i could stay, they won’t let me though.” jobe rolled his eyes and his mom hurried him out of the house.

they heard one last giggle leave her mouth as she shut the door, the three finally out of the house. you sighed out and looked at jude.

“went a lot better than i thought it would.” he smirked at you.

[desperate-gay]

jeez imagine Leah always catching you staring at her abs and then one day she’s teases you and lets you actually touch them

Abs

Leah Williamson x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

summary: your regular habit of staring at your teammates abs finally work in your favor

Saying you have a staring problem would be far from the truth.

Unless you are talking about admiring a certain someone, that someone being your very own teammate, Leah Williamson. It’s not like you purposefully stare at her, but what are you supposed to do when she is working out in a sports bra and glistening in sweat? Her abs are on full display, and who are you not to look? You’re only human.

Right now, you’re on the pitch practicing for the season coming up. You and your good friend, Katie McCabe, are doing simple passing and dribbling up and down the turf. A football goes flying past your feet from you being too distracted.

“Oi! What are you doing? We are doing the easy drills here, Y/l/n!” You blink to yourself and let out a big sigh, turning your attention back to the brunette. Subconsciously, you look back at the very thing that had you distracted in the first place. Katie follows your line of sight and sees Leah with her jersey lifted and wiping the sweat off her face. She looks back at you with an unimpressed look and smacks you on the head.

“Ow!’

“Get your head out of the gutter. You can thirst over your friend after practice.” She scolds while your cheeks begin to turn red from embarrassment.

“Okay, you’re right. I’ll race ya to the cooler!” Your feet get a head start, and you start running toward the chest that holds all the refreshing drinks, pushing Katie back to delay her speed.

“Oh no you don’t!”

—

Sadly, that isn’t the only time the Irish woman catches you gazing at the blonde. Arsenal just won the match against Liverpool. The team is all relieved but exhausted and just wants to head back to the hotel. All of you are getting changed in the locker room; some small conversations happening on the sides, but your eyes drift over to Leah. Fresh out of the shower, her wet hair lays over her shoulders and back, and most importantly, she’s shirtless.

Your head stays down, but your eyes still stay on her stomach. Her muscles flex with every little move she makes, making you clench your thighs. “Seriously? Again?” A voice startles you, causing you to let out an unintentional squeak. Leah looks over at the two of you and quirks an eyebrow. You smile at her and wave your hand, telling her it’s nothing.

Looking around, you make sure no one has their eyes on you before smacking Katie’s shoulder. She lets out a little ow and rubs the sore spot. “You can’t just scare me like that!”

“Well, I wouldn’t scare you if you were paying attention to your surroundings instead of looking at—” Her voice begins to rise, so you slap your hand over her mouth, glaring at her. She removes your hand from her mouth and puts her arms up in fake surrender.

—

The bus brings you back to the hotel room to stay the night, and everybody is assigned a roommate. You get roomed with Katie, Leah with Caitlin, Beth with Viv, and so on. Everyone heads to their designated rooms, but not you. Katie turns to you with her lip jutting out in a pout and pleading eyes.

“What do you want, Katie?”

She blinks her eyelashes consistently and finally asks, “Can you and Caitlin trade? Please?”

You look over to the Australian who is right next to her, also giving you a bit of a pout. Huffing, you offer your key card to the green-eyed girl, “Here.” Both of the girls smile and smush you in a hug. Caitlin hands you the opposite card, so you start to head to the room with your briefcase rolling beside you.

When you enter the room, the bathroom light is on with the door closed. Placing your briefcase by the front door, you make your way to one of the mattresses and flop down on your back.

“Oh, didn’t know you’d be in here.”

Surprised you didn’t hear the bathroom door squeak, you immediately sit up. “Katie and Caitlin wanted to room together, so we switched.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to room with me?” Your eyes widen, and your head shoots up. As you are about to defend yourself, you see a teasing smirk etch over Leah’s face, making the tension in your shoulders go away. She chuckles at your reaction while she turns her attention back to putting her clothes back in her bag. In all her glory, she stands with a Nike sports bra and a pair of basketball shorts on her body. “You do need to stop doing that.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Huh?”

Her body turns towards you, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re staring problem,” she continues to look over at you as your mouth opens a little. “If you think I haven’t noticed you on the pitch or in the locker room, you’re wrong.”

While you try and stutter a response, the smug look never leaves her face, and she slowly starts approaching you at the end of the mattress. Your eyes are looking everywhere but at her, and you blurt out, “I’m sorry!”

“Can you at least look at me?” Her tone is gentle, along with the soft smile on her face. In response to her question, you shake your head no. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll be distracted.” You mumble in embarrassment.

“Distracted by what exactly?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Her pointer finger curls under your chin to lift your gaze at her. She bends down to your height and moves her face right in front of yours, both your noses almost touching. Her hands reach out and grab both of yours, placing them on her abs, making your face turn redder than a tomato. You retract your hands and move further up the bed. “No need to be shy, baby.” Leah crawls up towards you, making sure to leave a little space in case you get uncomfortable.

Your legs are stretched out in front of you, and your hands are placed on your lap. Leah places both her arms on each side of your feet and her knees sit on the end of the bed. You look down at her, her hair in a ponytail, biceps flexing, and abs still on display. “Leah, what are we doing?”

“Well, from the looks of it, we're sitting here staring at each other.” She jokes, which only gets her a look in return. “Okay… okay, you really want to know?” You nod at her, and she makes her way up and hovers over you. Your breath hitches when her nose brushes against yours and her breath fans against your face. She starts to lean in, looking at your lips, before pausing and directing her eyes back to your eyes. “Can I–”

One second she’s hovering over you, the next her lips are smashing into yours. Your hands are wrapped behind her neck, fingers threading through her hair, while her hands ground themselves at both sides of your head, holding her up. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, and you never want to part, but unfortunately; both of you need to catch your breath. Leah is the first to separate the two of you, but not without leaving a nibble at your bottom lip.

Your hands trail down from her shoulder, to her chest, then finally down to her stomach. Her cocky attitude starts to make its way back over her body. Smirking down at you, she leans in to kiss your lips again. One of her arms replaces itself, so her forearm is now resting on the bed as her other glides down to the hem of your shirt. The cold feeling of her fingertips on your skin makes you gasp, allowing her tongue to snake its way into your mouth. Your tongues roll against each other, and you let out a small moan at the sensation.

Her lips make their way to your jaw and pepper down to your pulse point. She alternates between biting and licking over your sweet spot, leaving a red mark, and moving down just a little to repeat the process. “Leah,” she continues to suck on your skin, “Leah, the team will see.”

“So let them.”

You couldn’t even protest. The feeling of her skin on yours, her lips continuing to brush in the best places on your neck. It was surreal. You never thought this would happen; you thought you’d only be gazing at her from afar and that’s it.

The thoughts running through your head are soon interrupted by a particular rough bite. You hiss and dig your fingernails into her abs, causing Leah to let out a similar noise. She pulls away and tugs on your jumper, asking permission to take it off. You nod and sit up to help make it easier to slide off your torso. Without wasting any time, you grab her hand and place it on the strings of your pants.

“Please take them off.”

“Patience, darling.” She tuts, almost like she’s trying to make you explode.

Slowly, she pulls the strings of your sweatpants, untying them to get them looser. Her fingers grip the sides of your pants and pull them up to her, so your hips joist up, yours touching hers. While she begins to pull down your pants, she arches her neck down to kiss your lips again, diving her tongue into your mouth hungrily with no hesitation. Once your pants are off, she tosses them across the room and grabs your hips to flip positions.

Her hands slide from your hips down to your ass as she creates a slow, steady rock of your hips. Every so often, one of you pulls away to get a gasp of breath, and then you dive right back into each other.

Leah pulls back, her lips red and swollen. “Move up more, baby.”

Your eyes meet hers; her pupils are blown with lust. The movement of your hips stops for a moment. “What do you mean?” You gasp, still a little out of breath. Instead of telling you what she had in mind, her hands that remain on your ass pull you up, making you sit on her stomach. Before you have the chance to ask her why she moved you, her hand grips your neck and pulls you back down to attach your lips to hers. The other hand that remains on your behind encourages you to go back to rocking your hips back and forth.

The blonde flexes her abs, and right when you rock, it hits a pleasurable spot for you. She smiles into the kiss when you moan in her mouth. “You’re soaked, Y/n/n. I can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby.” Heat starts to rush up your neck, but not enough to stop the rhythm of your hips. Leah’s thumbs move to pull the elastic of the fabric that’s stopping her from fulfilling your needs. You lift your body, allowing her to pull them down to your ankles, so you can take them off yourself. “Come on, doll. Keep grinding, and maybe I’ll let you get off.”

You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, sliding it off your arms. She hugs your waist, pulling you in while you continue to slide your body up and down her stomach. The defender leans in, wrapping her lips around your nipple, and swirls her tongue around it. Between that and the continuous rub of your clit, you turn into a moaning mess.

“You’re doing so good for me, do you think I should reward you?” You nod your head, “I think I need more convincing than that, doll. I want you to beg.”

You’re quick to give her what she wants, desperate for a release. “Please, baby. I’ll do anything you want, just please give me your fingers.”

“That’s what you want? You want my fingers?”

“Mhm.”

Without warning, she grabs your waist and, once again, flips your position. She stands up and walks toward the end of the bed, leaving you with no time to react when she grips your ankles and yanks you down. Her hands massage up and down your thighs before she moves to place a kiss on your belly button. Your breath continues to race as you wait with anticipation for Leah to connect her lips where you need her the most.

She’s now down to your inner thigh, so she moves one of your legs onto her shoulder. With every other kiss, she leaves a hickey along with a praise. “You’re so gorgeous,” a kiss. “My good girl,” a bite. “Dripping for me,” a lick. You whine out of impatience, making her chuckle. “Impatient girl.”

Her tongue finally makes contact with your pussy, licking a long strip up to your clit. Your back arches, and you let out a booming moan, definitely bothering whoever is in the room next to yours. While her lips wrap around your bud, her right-hand makes its way to your core. She pushes her middle finger inside you while her tongue continues to lap around clit. It’s not long before she adds her ring finger, too.

The noises that escape your mouth make Leah feel like she’s on top of the damn world. Being able to please you so well, and also getting to do it with you. You, you feel like you’re on cloud 9. The dragging of her digits in and out of you while her mouth works magic on your clit made your head spin. She maneuvers her fingers around until she hits a specific spongey spot, which makes you let out a gasp mixed with a moan.

Leah lifts her head and continues to drag her digits in and out of you at a rapid pace. Removing your leg from on top of her, she moves up so she’s face to face with you. She gives you a mind-blowing kiss and moves over to your ear to whisper, “I know you’re close; I can feel you tighten around my fingers, baby. I want you to cum when I tell you to, okay?”

You manage to slip out an okay between ragged breaths. Her pace picks up, and her thumbs put pressure on your clit, making you feel like you’re body is going to implode if you don’t cum soon.

“Please, Leah. Please, I need to cum, baby. So, so badly!”

“Just a little longer.”

Your head snaps back on the bed as you moan and whine at the same time, “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

The tightening in your stomach soon snaps, making your back arch and your eyes squeeze shut. The screams you let out are almost loud enough to worry the rooms next to you. Once your high begins to settle, your body shudders as your back returns to the bed. You move your hand to stop Leah’s strokes, overstimulated from the long wait.

She crawls her way up on top of your body and places kisses on the bruises forming on your neck. You pull her into your body, wrapping your hands around the back of her neck, guiding her lips to yours.

After a few more minutes of making out, you pull away, “You are really good in bed.”

“Really?” Her tone wasn’t insecure; it was the opposite. This was another trophy to add to her collection of reasons to be cocky. You roll your eyes and pull her back into a smiley kiss.

“Now, I think it’s only fair I repay the favor.”

“I won’t stop you, doll.”

—

“Aye, Leah. Seems like you had a good time last night,” Lotte wiggles her eyebrows and smirks towards the defender, “might need to request a room that’s soundproof next time.” Leah rolls her eyes and walks towards the buffet. Everyone starts asking questions about what the brunette is talking about, trying to nag more information out of her. “Well, our beautiful blonde friend here had someone over for some private exercises.” The smug look never leaves her face.

You bite your lip and pull your jumper further up your neck, so no one sees the colored marks on your skin. Katie sits right across from you, and you see her eyes go wide. She then darts her eyes towards Leah and then you. She opens her mouth and points toward you, confusing your teammates, who are startled by her. You abruptly stand up, heading towards her and grabbing her arm. “Katie forgot something in my room; we’ll be right back.” A fake smile plastered on your face as you drag her down the hall. You scan your key card and then push the Irish woman as quickly as you can before shutting the door and standing in front of it.

Meanwhile, the team sits in the lounge, confused as to what they just witnessed. No one even thought of you as an option since they assumed you were still rooming with Katie. “Okay, now what the hell was that about?” Beth asks out in the open for anyone to answer. Her girlfriend, Viv, just shrugs right next to her and continues biting into her breakfast. The rest of the girls reply with I don’t know, and head back to their conversations. “Leah, maybe you should go check on them.”

In response, Leah nods and heads towards your room. She felt relieved when Beth asked her to go check on you because she wanted to do it anyway but couldn’t without raising any suspicions. When she knocks on the door, it swiftly opens, and she gets yanked in by her arm. Before complaining, she looks and sees Katie at the end of one of the beds with an unreadable look on her face, while you stand right next to the taller blonde.

There’s a long silence in the room before it’s interrupted by Katie, “So, you two... are together?” She quirks an eyebrow, looking at the both of you.

You look at Leah for some help, but she’s just as baffled as you. “Well, we never really put a label on it.” Biting your lip, you look at the girl right next to you, making sure it is the right thing to say. She gives you a soft smile and a nod, before wrapping her arm around you and rubbing her hand up and down your arm. Katie silently nods before mumbling something incoherently.

“What was that?”

“I said about fucking time.” Katie cheers, lifting her arms in the air and letting them drop, which shocks both you and Leah. “I could not stand dealing with watching you drool over her,” she points at you, causing a smirk to form on the blonde's face right next to you, “and having to hear you talk about how breathtaking she looks all the time.” Your friend fake gags as you blush at the thought of your longtime crush gushing over you.

Leah clears her throat, “I’m glad we finally put you out of your misery, but you can not tell anyone yet. Please.” It was very rare if you ever heard Leah beg. The defender always had a reputation for getting what she wanted without having to look small, as she likes to call it.

Katie gasps and places her hand over her heart, “Did the Leah Williamson just say please?” You let out a quiet giggle, earning yourself a soft smack on the arm.

“Okay, you two, let’s not wind each other up. We just don’t want the rest of the team to make such a big deal out of anything right away; we’re just having our first date tonight. Unlike Miss Ego over here, I will beg you, so please, please, don’t tell anyone yet.” You put your hands together and place them in front of your face as a sign of mercy.

“Yeah, yeah, I won’t say anything.” You squeal and go to hug your friend. Leah comes over and pats her shoulder as a way of saying thank you.

“Okay, we better head back to the lobby before someone thinks one of us killed a person.”

—

After a few dates and making you guys official, you finally decided to tell the team. They were all stunned but so happy that there was another power couple in the group. If you thought the teasing from Katie alone was annoying, you were in for a big surprise.

It was team bonding night at Beth and Viv’s place, and you all decided to have a movie night together. Everyone picked little white strips out of a hat that had movie titles on them, so no one had to argue about what movies to watch. Both you and Leah are sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the couch, while you sit between her legs and your back against her chest. Her arms are wrapped tight around you, and a blanket covers the two of you.

“Aww, look at the love birds!” Lotte teases while Jen stands up and hugs herself, making kissing noises, causing the team all to laugh. Leah grabs the pillow closest to her and chucks it at Jen.

“Ouch!”

You smile and turn your head awkwardly to look at your girlfriend. Her facial features soften, and then she returns your loving gaze. She leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your right hand comes up and grabs her cheeks to lean her further towards you. You set multiple pecks on her lips, causing both of you to smile in the midst of them. Without your knowledge, Steph catches the sweet interaction between you two on camera and saves it.

That same video was used both when you guys told the fans and also on the day of your wedding.

[swayziiwriter]

Yours | Jude Bellingham

summary: heart racing, Jude was fresh off his EURO qualifying eager to make his girlfriend sweat and plead for his body

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: a little something until I get my more detailed chapters out

Jude was in an outright wild state. The main sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom were his hips snapping into yours in a fierce speed and noisy constant cries pouring from your slobbering mouth. iIt was excessively suggestive, so salacious, and grimy that he wishes he can consume right now in his cerebrum to store and replay.

For the absence of better words, he was unable to get enough of it, so focused on how his cock fits so cozily in your throbbing walls, it seemed like he was beyond happy exclusively due to the hold your drenched pussy has on him. He was unable to try and pull away from you in the event that he needed to, just being sucked in at whatever point his hips move back. Jude was wanting to endeavor from ever eliminating himself from you in any case, he could become mixed up in this sensation forever and that is precisely the exact thing he wanted.

That wasn't even the main thing that had him in this strangle hold, his eyes couldn't quit focusing in on your lovely highlights responding to each haul of his cock, eyes screwed shut and temples scrunching in pleasure. You looked frantically entrancing under him, completely destroyed and unfit to contain your despicable groans with your nails diving into his arms. There was sweat that began to dot onto every last trace of your delicate skin hosing the sheets, that as well as your mind getting away from the truth was quite noticeable and he was going haywire from everything.

His eyes blurred over with desire at the sight and his eagerness defeated him. It lighted something so licentious in his very being that his pushes became more earnestly, sloppier, battering your inner parts determined to spill a heap to paint your walls white.

"I’m gonna-fuck!" You cry. He snorts out, blood humming when you press around him so immovably, "Jude-Jude please give it to me” you begged, arms grabbing at anything. “is that right? you'd like that wouldn’t you?” He teased, hand’s coming up to squeeze your breasts. “Make you mine huh? I think you’d like if I’d fill that pretty pussy up with my cum. He's proclaiming careless words, gasping shakily from the responsiveness, balls going tight.

"All mine." He groans, you both apparently couldn't regulate a solitary reasonable idea. just focusing on attempting to arrive at your climaxes. "yes--ah, all yours Jude only you” that was enough for him to overturn the edge, spilling his cum within you with a short of breath heave. It was so quick and abrupt that it left him stunned and puzzled.

You accomplished your own climax upon the sensation of the warm fluid spraying somewhere down in your center, you clasp down and writhe around him, draining him for everything he has. A clear white ring paints the foundation of his length when he bucks gradually to quiet down both of your highs.

Yet again he shivers at the consequential convulsions in weariness yet when he sees you totally screwed out-his cock blends, jerking and turning out to be hard once more. He flickers once. twice. Taking into account over his best course of action. You were unable to try and answer when your body moves no sweat, as though you weighed only a quill. His solid veiny hands takes tightly to your waist to put you on all fours preceding pushing your head down onto the messy bed, holding your scruff with one palm to keep you set up.

With your butt in the air, the cum begins to leak out of your pussy-spilling down to your clit. Quickly, he gets the liquid with his tip and hauls it to your opening once more, diving his full length into you to screw the cum back inside, making you kick your feet in shock. The rich pillows impeccably quieting your shouts.

"Can't waste any of it baby, need to give you more. make you brimming with it." He's not even irritated by the overstimulation consuming the fat top of his dick, you had him at your mercy without a doubt, and he was unable to be more satisfied.

[gavisfanta]

ONE NIGHT - FERRAN

summary: just a one night stand with a footballer after meeting at a club, yet after seeing him, you cant get enough.

warnings; smut 18+

The bright light of the club in Qatar flashed throughout the whole room, it got really annoying after some time.

However your friends dragged you over to the dancefloor where several other people were already dancing. The place looked hella crowded but you went there anyways. After about half an hour and three glasses of water, you realized that you needed to go to the toilet. So walking down some stairs which lead into a corridor, you saw some people standing by the wall, on their phone or just talking in general.

However while you walked to the women's toilet, you saw that a familiar face was looking at you.

It was a spanish footballer whose face you knew damn well from the tv and the worldcup. However you never saw him in real life, so it shocked you a little bit. However you kept walking, giving him no attention whatsoever.

"Hey" You heard someone call from behind you, to your surprise it was infact Ferran.

"Hey" you smiled back at him and walked a bit closer to be able to understand him better. Ferran didn't try to make it a secret that he was checking you out, his eyes sliding up and down your body before finally meeting your eyes again.

"You look good" He complimented you.

"Thank you" A smile crept onto your face, you were glad it was dark, or else he could've seen the blush creeping up on your cheeks.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" His eyes traveled down to your body again.

"No, I'm single." You answered, he was so attractive, you needed to pull yourself together so that you wouldn't touch him. His body looked too good in that white shirt and black shorts.

"Can I have your phone?" He asked while looking at yhe phone in your hands. You nodded your head and reached it to him.

"Why do you need it?" He didn't answer but instead just shook his head.

After he handed you back his phone, he looked at you. "Come by at 2am, if you want." He wrote his hotel and hotelroom into your notes app.

You smiled a bit and answered while watching him walk away. "Maybe I will."

"So why did you come?" Ferran opened the door even wider and let you in, flashing him a smile on the way, you entered his room and sat down on his bed. Your black dress sliding up a bit, revealing even more of your thighs.

Ferran made it once again pretty obvious that he was checking you out while closing the door and leaning against it.

"I was bored, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him faintly. He nodded his head and then went outside onto the balcony, you shook your head as you watched him stand behind the railing, looking at the Qatar, the cars driving in the city and the houses.

Seconds later he turned around and came back inside, looking at you still sitting on the bed.

"So you're sure you're not here for anything else?" Ferran asked and started walking towards you, stopping unfront of you, looking down at your body before his eyes met yours.

"Hm, not sure." You shurgged your shoulders again and broke eye contact again. He brought his hand up to your jaw, immediately applying a strong grip to turn your head to look at him again. "I'm not sure if you're worth not being able to walk tomorrow." A grin spread on your face immediately after you saw his face drop.

"Want me to prove you wrong?" Ferran asked while letting go of your jaw finally, he already felt blood rush to his dick.

"I don't know," You stood up, his face just a few inches from yours. "Can you?" You whispered. Ferran didn't think for one second and immediately crished his lips into yours, pushing you back onto the bed as he got ontop of you. His hands slid below your dress while he took it off, breaking the kiss for a second to take it off completely. He immediately took off his shirt too, leaving him only in shorts and you in your underwear. You wrapped your legs around his torso as he began to kiss your neck, as he began to suck on your neck, you threw your head back while small whimpers escaped your mouth.

He slid his hands below your body and unclipped your bra, removing it and also throwing it to the floor, he smiled a little bit as he loiked at your exposed breasts and then immediately began sucking on one, while with his hand he pinched your other nipple.

Your hands ran through his short hair as he slowly moved away from your breasts and began kissing down your stomach until he reached your panties. You held yourself up on your elbows as you looked at the striker while he hooked his fingers into the fabric and slowly began pulling it down, his eyes darting up at yours.

Taking your panties off completely and throwing them to the floor too, he hadn't yet broke eye contact with you. You looked at him while he slowly lowered his head and started licking up and down your folds. It didn't take long for him to insert his tongue into your pussy, eating you out slowly. Your legs were already shaking but Ferran held them down with his arms. You grabbed into his hair, trying to push his head further in between your legs. Just as he began to rub your clit with his thumb you moaned loudly.

As he worked on your pussy with his tongue, you slowly started feeling the knot building up in your lower abdomen. However when Ferran stuck two fingers inside of you and began to lick you clit, you knew you were about to come.

Just to make it worse he started flickering his fingers inside of you, reaching your g-spot and hitting it repeatedly.

You arched your back as you came, the only thing that left your mouth was in low moans, Ferrans name.

He then went up to your neck again, kissing it while you came down from your high. After you were just breathing heavily and Ferran was laying on top of you, listening to your heartbeat, you smiled.

"You're really good at this." You mumbled while running your hand through his hair, playing a bit with it.

"I know"

[esquen]

it’s always you : j.b

W.C ; 1.3k (i went overboard..)

summary ; jude is tired of you talking about your flings.

“hi!” you chirped, standing infront of your bestfriend who had his phone in his hand and his water bottle in the other. he looked up startled, but smiled when he saw you. “hey.” he greeted you and stood up.

the height difference between you two made his breath hitch, that similar feeling of you stretching your arms around his middle and pulling your body closer to his causing his face to heat up. he hugged you back nonchalantly, acting as if he was burning up inside.

“how are you?” you asked and pulled back, eyes peering up at him. he smiled at you, watching as you rested you chin on his chest. “im fine angel, thanks for asking.”

even his own nickname for you cause his throat to close and his mouth to burn. he studied your face for a second, the creases near your eyes, your lips when you smiled, the light huffs you took after a long walk. he took in the smell of your watermelon gum and smiled.

“what about you?” he asked, removing his hands from your body. he was longing for more, to move his hands down to the empty space on your waist, then to your thighs —

“i’m okay.” you disrupted his line of thought. “i’ve been talking to someone new. his name is aiden!” you whispered excitedly. jude felt his jaw clench and his stomach tense at the words you let out of your mouth. he was in utter shock, but he couldn’t show it. you were his childhood bestfriend. nothing more, nothing less. that’s how it would always be, unless he changed something up.

“really?” he asked, sitting down right after you. he put on that act. that same act he put on everytime you mentioned a new boy. “mhm! i was at his house yesterday— it was kind of a disappointment, though. he didn’t make me cum. i had to fake two orgasms.” you frowned. you were always comfortable sharing this type of information to eachother, lord knows you’ve heard worse.

jude snorted before you groaned out loud, “shut up!” you laughed with him. “the most embarrassing thing about a guy is not being able to make a girl cum.” jude added, watching as you stopped laughing but kept the same smile on your face. he watched as you removed your jacket, setting it over your thighs. watching you fix your hair, and lean foward.

he admired every single thing about you. the way you licked your lips as you talked to the waiter, how you rested your chin in your hands and listened to every single word he let out of his mouth. no one payed attention to him like you did, and no one payed attention to you like he did.

after lunch, both of you walked out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk. you continued to talk until you reached his car, him unlocking it and you getting in immediately. “ugh, it’s freezing outside!” you complained, jude immediately turning on the heater. “ready to go?” he asked, as you pulled out your phone.

“mhm, drop me off at aiden’s house please, i’ll send the address.” jude’s jaw clenched again at your request, starting to pull out of his parking spot. “let me tell you more about aiden!” you turned to him, putting your phone in the cup holders.

“so i met him at target—“ with every detail he learned about him, jude pressed on the gas a little harder and gripped the steering wheel. his knuckles turned a little brighter as he turned corners, slowly calming down as you eased into a different topic.

jude missed the way he was supposed to go to get to aiden’s house, instead making his way to his house. you knew the way all too familiarly. you know the turn he would make off the driveway when you were drunk, or when you got sick at uni, or when he was bringing you over for a sleepover.

and every time, you stayed. you didn't go home, you sat in his guest bedroom, contemplating getting up and snuggling into his body in his bed. you knew you couldn’t, his ex girlfriend occupying that space most of the time. you knew these thoughts weren’t normal, and you knew you needed to get rid of them as soon as possible. jude would never be yours, especially if he was a national football star.

“jude, you missed the way—“ “i know.” he shut you up, making that final turn off the highway. your chest started pumping as your eyes flicked to your phone, watching the text messages from aiden light your screen up. you started feeling sick, like that same time he was bringing you to his house after you caught the stomach bug.

every single inconvenience, he brought you to his house and sat on his couch with you in his arms, watching you eat the leftover dinner his mom left him. he knew you’d cook him something when you left, like you always did.

your breath hitched as he stopped the car infront of his house, opening his door and climbing out. you grabbed your phone and pushed your door open, getting out as well. "jude, what is your problem?!" you asked as he walked up to his house, unlocking the door. "get inside." he ordered, looking back at you before digging in his mailbox to check for anything new.

you stomped angrily past him and inside the house, throwing your jacket off to the side and waited as he came inside. he dropped his keys on the table by the door, along with a few cards. "do you want to know my problem, y/n?" he asked, as you crossed your arms around your chest.

"yeah, i'd really like to know." you mumbled. he took a few steps foward until he was towering over you, the same way he was at the restaurant. “my problem is you. you’re my problem.” your breath hitched in your throat at what came out of his mouth. “you’re all i think about. you’re all i think about all day everyday.”

“you should be with me. you shouldn’t be wasting your time with that twat, can’t even make you cum.” he whispered against your neck, your hands coming behind his head to keep him close. “i can do everything better than him. i can touch you better than him,” he whispered, moving his hands up and down your sides.

"i can comfort you better than him," he whispered into your neck, pulling back for a second. “i can kiss you better than him," he mumbled and brought your face to his, leaving a delicate kiss on your lips.

"i can fuck you better than him." there it was, the sentence that made your legs feel like jelly and goosebumps to rise on your soft skin. you moaned when the words fell from his lips, staring as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“promise me you’ll leave him. promise and i’ll give you everything and more right here right now.” your bestfriend spoke as he pulled away, almost as if he was pleading. you nodded against his skin anxiously, as if he’d disappear if you said no.

"'m gonna leave him." you whimpered as he kisses you again, a tiny bit more passion included. you wined at the feeling of his arms moving to frame your face, keeping him stuck to you.

[swayziiwriter]

Vulnerability | Jude Bellingham

summary: Jude’s exterior is often referred to as strong, confident, and well put together. But it all means nothing when he’s finally underneath your body in all his vulnerability.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: needy Jude is what I need in my life right now

Judes hips squirmed from under you once more, delicate whines producing from his lips as his hands tracked down their direction onto your hips. "Such a good boy for me” you teased slowly, his cock sinking further within you with each movement of your hips You felt his cum fill you up once more, his tip pushing it further inside of you, his length throbbing as it had the previous few rounds in the short stretch you had been fucking. However, the remnant of his seed that had seeped out had added an additional dose of pleasure that was bound to send you over the edge.

"That’s the second time you came baby. Filling me up with your cum so good.” Your voice delicate and arousing as you addressed him, hands pushed on his conditioned chest as he directed you all over, as though he was pursuing one more nut. "I think you can give me another one Jude, want it so bad”

As his teeth bit the skin against his bottom lip, he nodded, his brows furrowed in pleasure. His cock was unimaginably sore and he realized he'd been putting it through your tight walls three times prior, but in the end he was unable to stop.

The snugness of your pussy, how wetter you figured out how to get with all of his cum that laid within you, he adored the manner in which you rode him so carefully yet so awful; with a delicate flick of your hips, yet you never wondered whether or not to sink down on his length with a power that he merited, skin applauding against his from a pleasurable speed. He shouted out at your interest that he had his words, stammering as he whimpered out acclaims. "Fuck, definitely, i'm gonna cum in you again." Jude made the promise, his cock beginning to twitch in response to a throaty moan and a breathless sigh. “So good, this pussy so good to me”

As you got up, you smirked and leaned slightly back as you rode him from a different angle, one that was out of this world in terms of the pleasure it brought you both, while dragging your hips forward and backward. Your hand lifted shakily as you steadied yourself, arriving at down to rub at your delicate bud, and he watched you through weighty covers, legs shaking from under you from how close he was once more.

Your speed stimulated, groaning his name as your eyes never left his, and you knew from the way that his head drew further into the pad that he was not too far off. "It's practically shameful the way that you can't get enough of my pussy” you coaxed as he braved his high once more, a sweat-soaked wreck as he was more than overwhelmed.

Every last bit of his cock was delicate, pounding and jerking within you as he kept on spilling his seed; shudders running down your spine as you shouted out, whining as you felt your own delivery and revived your speed on top, the lower half of your body extending while he met you where you were and pushed from underneath you. He kept on pushing all through you gradually, in any event, when you fell onto his chest lost in your melodic groans before he pulled out, murmuring delicately when the tip of his cock tapped against your internal thigh; despite everything, he needed to be within you.

[gavisfanta]

༄ 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫𝑪𝑼𝑷 𝑸𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑹

"𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃"

Masterlist

credits for the idea to @pedriscroquettes

(None of these stories have any connection)

more fics to come soon / if you have any request for one of these players at the world cup send an ask

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★ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍

PABLO GAVI

Unusual Surprise - Gavi fluff

Costa Rica - Gavi smut

La Llegada - Gavi fluff

Sticky Rice - Gavi smut

Grand Drama - Gavi smut

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PEDRI GONZÁLEZ

Volume - Pedri smut

Germany - Pedri smut

Reports and sex - Pedri smut

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FERRAN TORRES

One Night - Ferran smut

Night One - Ferran fluff

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★ 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀

JULIAN ALVAREZ

The Moment - Álvarez fluff

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PAULO DYBALA

Save Travels - Dybala smut

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★ 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋

RAPHINHA

Arrival - Raphinha fluff

Locked Eyes - Raphinha Fluff

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RODRYGO

Caught - Rodrygo angst

★ 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

MASON MOUNT

Shopping Spree - Mason fluff

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TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD

Distance - Trent smut

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★ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐋

JOÃO FELIX

Alone - Felix smut

Beaches - Felix smau

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[esquen]

ESQUENS MASTERLIST

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

kylian mbappe

none yet

none yet

jude bellingham

night gown

euphoric

it’s always you

brielle

awkward

neymar jr

too early

pablo gavi

dad!gavi pt 1

dad!gavi pt 2

dad!gavi pt 3 (coming soon)

ouch

[desperate-gay]

i think Leah is a type that mockingly repeat your moans after good nights just because she’s so cocky i caaant

OMMGGG id so write something about this.

she’d be the one to mock your moans IN FRONT of the team in a conversation about your sex lives and embarrass you but act all smug.

i feel like she would also bring up the amount of times she made you cum and all the positions she had you in…

[swayziiwriter]

Tangled Emotions | Pedri González

summary: for some jealousy isn’t a good look on a man, a torturous feeling. But for Pedri? He looked good anyway. Mostly on top of you.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: we won’t get to see him play for a few weeks because of injuries so thought i’d cheer everyone up with a chapter for him

Your cunt was dripping with lewdness from Pedri’s constant attack, the bedroom was loud with the sound of skin slapping and heavy moans. The white juices that leaked from both your and Pedri trickled onto your white sheets, staining the light material. Your pussy was throbbing at the consistent effect of Pedri’s cock. His large hand often going down to slap your ass, kneading and running his palm against it.

"Mierda eres tan jodidamente apretado" Shit you're so fucking tight Pedri moaned, his head tossed back, his right hand grasping your hair, and his left hand clutching your hips. Your body canvassed in bruises brought about by the one who had you twisted and tangled.

Your hands moved unsteadily attempting to keep yourself up. Pedri manhandled your body, inflicting pleasure upon every inch. “So good for me baby, your doing so good” Pedri praised, smiling to himself at your compliance. You were unable to see his sweat-soaked body behind you as he stroked your hips. He let go of your hair and got your neck from behind, his shirtless chest contacting your back. It was to much. “Pedri I can’t-can’t take anymore” you cried unsure.

He leaned in your direction. “I know you can take it, begging for my cock like the slut you are but cry when you get it-“ you clenched your pussy that was wrapped tightly around his member at his words. “fuck you just braced around me” He moaned as he let go of your neck and put his left hand on your left cheek. He swiftly slapped your cheek, then caressed it slowly. You shouted in torment as your walls got more tight around his pulsating cock.

"Pedri, ah-ah Pedri” you groaned as Pedri kept his body near your back, leaving indentations around your shoulder. He knew how to quiet you down; he realized you maintained that him should relinquish his displeasure on your delightful body. He moaned as he continued to push into your opening. Your legs started to shake from the sensation of strain on your lower body. You pushed your thighs together, attempting to keep awake, and your arms were battling to keep you up.

"Your close, I can feel this pussy getting tighter” He let out a low chuckle as he felt himself getting closer to you as you whimper. His muscles fixed, pummeling himself in your lecherous set opening that made such a scurrilous clamor at whatever point he pulled out and hammered himself back in your core. He expected to screw you stupid until the sun came up again, hours and hours. Oh fuck

He knew your body, fucked you harder than ever before, and he could feel your legs trembling. Within seconds, your arms gave out and you crashed into the pillow that laid messy on your bed. He let go inside of your tight hole, ropes of cum spurting rapidly before spilling out of you. Only to then  plummel himself back in brutally.

Your tongue was out as clearly groans got away from your lips, your pussy leaked out hot, sticky fluid Pedri moaned to the feeling of your tight hole throbbing around him. Pedri continued to drill into your core, whispering Spanish tongued words to himself that could only be explained as filthy praises.

[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] RICHARLISON HEADCANONS

PAIR: RICHARLISON X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING RICHARLISON INCLUDES…

you’re very supportive throughout his football career

he is your biggest fan in anything you do

wearing his jerseys

“is that my jersey you’re wearing?”

he then buys you a jersey so you and him could match at the games

secretly, he admires seeing you wearing his clothes, whether that be his jersey or jackets

matching tattoos

after getting matching tattoos, richarlison thought of getting a tattoo relating to you

“you’re getting a tattoo dedicated to me?”

richarlison nods, and you warned him, “just don’t tattoo my face on your back”

richarlison ended up getting a tattoo with your name or your initials

him blasting dança do pombo from the living room

sometimes you’ll take a nap until you hear the purr noises from the song

“prrr…prrr…prrr…prrr…”

“richarlison, are you dancing again?”

“come down so i can teach you.”

he teaches you the pombo dance afterwards

because of that, you started giving him the nickname, pombo [pigeon]

on the field, he dedicates his goals for you

he points at you and mouths, “this is for you.”

yes, the bicycle kick goal was dedicated to you too

in his spare time, he likes making tiktoks

“amor, look what i made!” richarlison shows you a silly edit he made on tiktok

he uses those capcut templates to do them

“i can tell it took so long to make that!” you sarcastically told him

going on walks with him and his dogs

taking you out on picnics

his love language is gift gifting

on the third date, richarlison brought an extraordinary gift for you, larger than the usual

unlike the previous gifts, richarlison took you to his home to reveal a big teddy bear plushie

hair cut? you can always count on him

although not all the time

“just to get this straight, do you want it shaven or r9 style?”

“how about i go to a real hairstylist instead?”

he loves to make you laugh

friendly, yet a goofy person to be around

you are very grateful to have him in your life as your boyfriend

[applejuicefruit]

Neymar being protective over reader when a man tried to harass her please?💜💜

Hii! Thank you for requesting this ⭐️

I hope you like it ⭐️

tw: panic attack, touching without consent, harassment

My sunshine

You and Neymar started dating a year ago. You met when you moved to Paris and he couldn’t help but feeling attracted to you. Not just your beauty, he loved everything about you. Your shyness. Your kindness. Everything.

You were the perfect opposites.

You were shy and introvert, you hated parties, loud music and alcohol. Your ideal saturday night was staying at home with junk food and movies. Alone. Just enjoying that night for yourself.

He, on the other side, wasn’t shy. He liked to party. He was known for throwing big parties. His ideal saturday night was getting wasted at the club and dancing till morning came. Of course, when he didn’t have any match.

This time you had to go with him though. He thrown a birthday party for one of his best friend and he wanted you there. You tried to convince him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen, he wanted you to go. So you had no choice.

You wore a long grey dress, not to revealing, a pair of black boots and a leather jacket. You were nervous but tried to act normal.

“You look gorgeous meu amor” he said kissing your cheek.

You said nothing but smiled a little.

You left home and went straight to the club.

When you arrived you could already sense your anxiety rising.

“Just a couple of hours and then we’ll go home” Neymar said in your ear and you smiled at him.

Neymar tried to keep you close to him as much as he could but eventually he went dancing with his friends and, knowing you weren’t comfortable he said nothing, he kissed you on the cheek and left you there. All alone. In a huge place with people you didn’t know.

You went straight to sit on a black leather couch you saw a little bit away from the crowd and began to drink your water to calm yourself down a bit.

After 20 minutes Neymar was still dancing and you couldn’t help but smile at seeing him so happy.

But everything changed when a man sat next to you with a glass of wine in hand.

“What is doing a pretty little thing here all alone?” he asked trying to flirt with you.

You began to panic a bit.

“Nothing” you said with a firm voice

“Why don’t we go to dance?” he asked you

“No I’m fine thank you”

“Okay…do you wanna leave? I know a place where we could go”

“No I’ll stay here”

“You sure?” he asked now putting a hand on your arm. You flinched a little. You didn’t like when people touched you out of nothing.

“Yes I’m sure but you can go if you want to”

“Nahhh…I’ll stay here” he said while his hand was going to your breast. You were feeling so uncomfortable but you didn’t know what to do. You tried to look for Neymar but he couldn’t see you.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom” you said standing up and left.

You didn’t know where you were going as the place was huge and your eyes were glossy full of tears.

Once you got in the corridor you started crying and you held your self to the wall because you couldn’t stand up straight.

You were having a panic attack and no one was there to help you. Neymar wasn’t there.

You tried to calm yourself down but couldn’t concentrate. Too many thoughts invading your head.

“Here you are” the man of before said to you when he found you “are you okay baby? You want to get out of here?” he asked and you couldn’t help but feeling disgusted at how he tried to get into your pants when you weren’t clearly thinking straight

“No i’m good”

“C’mon I’ll help you” he said putting his hands around your waist

“No let me go…”

“Don’t be brat I just want to help you” he said while his hand went back straight to your breast.

“Don’t touch me…” you said trying to fight back but he wouldn’t leave you alone

“I know you want this” he said kissing your neck and you couldn’t help but feeling dirty.

He tried to lift your dress up when a pair of hands removed him from your body. It was Neymar.

You were sto tired of everything that you let yourself falling on the ground.

“Don’t you dare to touch her again” Neymar shouted while punching the guy right in the face

“Ney-Neymar I’m so sorry” the guy said before leaving.

You couldn’t stop crying.

Your head on your knees.

Ney ’s heart broke at the sight of you.

“Meu amor…can I pick you up?” he asked kneeling in front of you.

You said no.

You didn’t want anybody to touch you, not even your boyfriend.

“Okay…” he said softly

“I wanna go home” you whispered and he nodded.

You stood up by yourself and went straight into the car, Ney following you behind.

You didn’t spoke the whole ride. Too shocked to even say a word.

When you got home you went straight into the shower, letting the hot water cleaning your body. You felt dirty. You kept rubbing your skin until it turned red. You washed yourself but you didn’t feel clean, at all.

You got out of the shower and wore a black comfy pajamas and went to bed.

You saw Neymar laid on the bed waiting for you.

“Babe? Can we talk about it?” he asked

“I’d rather not”

“Baby…I’m so sorry I let this happen to you, I should have been there”

“It’s not your fault Neyney” you said and he smiled when you called him by nickname

“I should have been with you the whole night”

“Neymar, you had every right to have fun…you’re not my babysitter”

“No but I’m your boyfriend and I’m meant to protect you…”

“Ney…” you said putting your head on his shoulder “can you hug me?” you asked in a soft voice

He smiled and hugged you “I just wished it didn’t happen”

“Me too…” you whispered and he kissed your neck “I just wished I didn’t feel so dirty” you said completely breaking down

“Ehi no baby…no, don’t think like that, it wasn’t your fault, my sunshine, my beautiful sunshine, don’t ever think like that again okay? It wasn’t your fault…” he said keeping you close while you cried. You couldn’t even reply because of the tears. He started singing a soft brazilian song to help you calm down. Eventually you did. You fell asleep right there in his arms, while he was still singing to you. You wished you could stay there forever, in his arms, while feeling safe and protected.

[holygrailimagines]

Calvin Klein

Summary: Reader and Richarlison do a Calvin Klein photoshoot, smut!

Your husband was a rising football star, so the opportunity for a Calvin Klein photoshoot did not surprise you. What did surprise you was the fact that the directors wanted you to be a part of the shoot. You had zero experience with the media, but Rich’s manager insisted that everyone was dying to know more about Richarlison’s wife. You were flattered but were leaning towards declining the offer. You were so nervous about the media’s opinion, what if they hated you? Richarlison was having none of it. He constantly reminded you that you were beautiful and that this photoshoot was an incredible opportunity for the both of you. And so, here you were.

Both of you were getting ready in separate rooms, which elevated your anxiety even more. So many hands were working on your face and hair, it took so much willpower not to swat them away. When your makeup and hair was done, you were instructed to change into a simple, white Calvin Klein undergarment set. You were so thankful that they gave you a robe to walk around in. 

Your styling team walked you into a different room. This room had various cameras and a gray backdrop. Your eyes instantly landed on your husband, already standing in his Calvin Klein set. You watched as he posed, cameras flashing with his every move. You couldn’t help but feel horny at the sight. You just couldn’t stop thinking about what was under those white boxers.

Your dirty thoughts were interrupted as the director turned his attention to you. He greeted you warmly before instructing you to remove the robe. You became visibly uncomfortable and Richarlison could feel a ping of guilt begin to build inside him. The director notices and smiles softly,

“Don’t worry, it will be very simple. After all, he’s your husband. Just pretend none of us are here.” He says gently, trying to ease your uncomfortable feelings. You look over at your husband who gives you a small smile. You bite your lip, nodding as you work to untie the robe. It slips off your body, revealing the set. Richarlison’s breath hitched in his throat, but he couldn’t lose his composure. You walked towards him and began posing with him. After every flash, Rich would whisper sweet  words to you. 

As time passed by, you become more relaxed. The more relaxed you got, the more intimate the shoot became. Eventually, you were asked to be topless for one final photo. This photo in particular would have Richarlison cover your bare chest with his own. Your back would be turned to the camera, both of you staring into the lens. 

“Bravo!” The director and crew applauded as the shoot came to an end. You covered your bare chest with your arms as Rich pulled away, slipping your robe on for you. He put his own robe on and the both of you thanked everyone for being so accommodating and welcoming.

“You looked so beautiful,” Rich whispered to you in Portuguese and you instantly felt butterflies in your stomach. Now that the shoot was over, you were both getting undressed in the same dressing room- by yourselves. You were sitting at the vanity, gently removing your makeup. You looked up at him and puckered your lips. He leaned down and you pecked him on the lips, but he was quick to slip his tongue in. The kiss was quickly escalating so you pulled away, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth. He stared deep into your face, the light from the vanity illuminating your eyes so perfectly. 

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you in there.” He let out, and you felt yourself getting wet at his dirty words. 

“Me too,” you say, and he grabs your jaw, pulling you into another deep kiss. He pulls away and you watch in the mirror as he moves behind you. His large hand effortlessly slips the robe off your shoulders, revealing your bare chest. He leans down again, kissing your collarbones as his hands play with your tits. You moan at the overwhelming sensation. Something about watching this unfold in the mirror made it ten times better. 

“Get up baby,” he whispers, you stand up and feel the rest of your robe slide down. Rich pulls the chair out of the way, pushing it into a random corner of the room. He slips off his robe and places his hands on your back. He gently pushes you forward, bending you over on the vanity. He watches you in the mirror, your eyes clouding with lust. He pulls his white boxers down and they puddle around his ankles. He does the same with your white underwear. One hand grips your shoulder as the other begins pumping his shaft. You bite your lip, watching through the mirror as his teeth clench with pleasure. You feel him guide himself to your entrance, his tip sliding up and down your slit. He slips himself in and you both let out a moan. Your tight walls welcoming him as his cock fills you up perfectly. His thrusts are rough and hard and you were so glad you could watch him through the mirror. His abs flexing with each thrust, his biceps clenching as his grip tightens on your hips. He was so glad he had this view too. He could watch as your ass bounced against his cock and he could watch your flushed face in the mirror. You close your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of his cock slamming inside you. He leans forward, his chest directly on top of your back, his pounding thrusts still going strong. He wraps an arm around your throat and you instantly hold on to his elbows with both hands. 

“Look at how beautiful you look.” He cooed, grunting as you whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. It took so much strength to keep your eyes open. His thrusts were becoming deeper and rougher. The vanity was shaking beneath you as he fucked you like an animal. Your moans and his grunts were overpowered by the sound of skin slapping skin. With each thrust, you push back on him, doing everything you can to reach your high. 

“I’m gonna come Rich,” you let out, squeaking as he begins to jackhammer into you. He growls, his chokehold on you tightening. 

“Let go,” he whispers in your ear and you feel the knot untie in your womb. You bite down on his arm, your body shivering as you came crashing down from your orgasm. He rutted into you one last time, releasing himself inside you. He moans, slipping out of you, your mixed juices running down your thighs. 

A few weeks later, your feed was bombarded with reposts of you and Rich’s Calvin Klein photoshoot. Everyone was going crazy, titling you guys as the sexiest couple of the year. 

[didishawn]

more feran x reader x pedri smut

Stress Relief (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: smut, threesome, set during the World Cup, lots of Spanish, this is basically them releasing their stress on you, mentions of annoying Internet trolls that have nothing better to do than talking shit about Spain's nt

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Anyone would guess the two football players to take their free time to tour around the city or just relax lazing around, harsher fans would talk about how they shouldn't be permitted to have any free time and should just keep on training because otherwise they will suck on the next match.

No one ever says anything about the players locking themselves up in your hotel room and blowing off the steam on you.

Your eyes are set on the chain that adorns Ferran's neck, the metal moving as harshly as his hips against yours as he pounds into you, behind you in the Canarian, placing kisses on your neck and marking you up, one hand grasping into your ass and moving you to take the other boy's cock better, his other hand rubbing harsh circles into your clit, pinching it, bringing you closer to the edge, his boxed covered cock grinding against your back.

"Sigue tocandola, no hace más que apretarle" Ferran groans next to your ear, the other boy nods, his fingers touching the tip of the sensitive bud, making your hips stutter as you let out a long moan. (keep on touching her, it makes her tighter)

In your hazed mind, your hand reaches back, griping Pedri's cock though his boxers, moving your hand up and down, the stimulation making his head fall back as he lets out long moan "Joder, tú lo que quieres es que me venga antes de siquiera sacármela" (dammit, what you want is for me to cum before I even take it out)

"Entonces sácala y déjame chupartela" you manage to say in between the whines and moans that Ferran's unforgiving pace take out from you, the Valencian gripping harshly into your hips, surely a mark being left behind, and moving you harder against himself, cock slamming into you and kissing your cervix. (then take it out and let me suck it)

The Canarian boy nods, his eyes already fogged with pleasure, not thinking clearly, he almost rips his underwear off him, his thick cock hitting his lower abs, tip red and ready to be suck on, balls heavy and needy to release. He separates from your back Ferran taking the opportune to push you against the bed and for his thrusts to become harsher and faster, Pedri positions next to you, taking your hand on his and placing a kiss on it, on support of the hard pace against you, his cock next to your mouth, you feel Ferran take one of you nipples into his mouth, one of his hands pinching the other.

You lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Pedri's tip, making him groan out, almost tremble -the individual room makes it possible for him to jerk off, but his hand doesn't even compare to you, hence his sentitiveness. You turn into your side, your leg being placed on Ferran's shoulder to make it more comfortable, making you more open to the rutting of his hips. You are now completely face to face with Pedri's cock, tongue sticking out to kitten lick the tip, his hands bury into your hair, he has you still, grinding softly against your lips as one hand reaches down to fondle with his balls.

He is desperate, it is not enough for him "Si vas a hacerlo, hazlo bien por favor" (if you are doing this, do it well, please)

You give him a lazy smile that breaks at a particular hard thrust from Ferran's hips, the boy is close, so are you with him playing with your clit. You decide it is only fair for Pedri to find his release too, taking as far as you can reach from his cock into your mouth all at once, almost pushing him against the edge as he moans louder than you have ever heard him, one of your hands masturbates what your mouth can't fit, the other pushes against his ass so only you can move him or keep him just where you want him to.

"Joder, eres una puta diosa" he groans put his moans high pitched as he can't even manage to keep his eyes open. (damm, you are a fucking goddess)

"Vas a hacer que me venga, dios mío, como es posible que puedas estar tan jodidamente apretada tras solo un par de días sin poder follarte" Ferran whines out, strong hands grasping even harsher into your hips, moving you as if you were a rag doll, just there for his pleasure, although you too are just about to cum. (you are going to make me cum, goodness, how is it possible for you to be so fucking tight after only a couple of days without fucking you)

His words have you coming, letting out a long, loud moan with Pedri's cock still in your mouth, your lips doing their best to repeat the boy's name as a prayer as he gives the last couple of thrusts against you before Cummings deeply into you, filling you up.

Ferran leaves your insides, getting into his knees to clean you up with his tongue, devouring you as if you were his last dish. Your moans taking Pedri too to his orgasm, whining, hips trying to stutter bit your strong grip doesn't let him.

He is sensitive, whining as you supposedly clean his dick, but it is only to make him hard again. His mind is in a world of its own, the pleasure doesn't let him think. Ferran places a last kiss to your clit, making you also tremble, the Valencian reaches towards Pedri, his hand grasping the other boy's shoulder.

"Es tu turno de follarla" (it's your turn to fuck her)

Pedri absently nods, changing places with Ferran before harshly slamming into you, his hips aren't forgiving, hard, fast thrusts that have you screaming. Ferran kisses you forehead, your head in his lap as he tries to calm you down, his hands playing with you nipples and reaching down to tap against your clit. You struggle to reach his cock, Pedri's thrusts having you moving wildly, the bed is creaking and the frame slamming harshly against the wall, you are afraid the bed will break.

You start licking Ferran's cock, tongue moving up and down as he praises you "Mi buena chica, tan linda lamiendo mi polla no puede ni pensar claramente" (my good girl, so pretty licking my cock, can't even think ckearl)

His words have you moaning loudly and once again coming, this time your juices squirting all over the Canarian boy who doesn't stop his thrusts even as his hips stutter too, he too coming deeply inside you. He doesn't move and waits until the other boy comes deep into your throat.

"Venga, vamos a limpiarte" the Valencian says, helping you sit up as Pedri, with trembling legs, walks towards the bathroom and prepares the bath. (come on, let's clean you up)

Ferran picks you up, your legs around his waist and your lips attached to his neck, as he walks you to the bathroom, Pedri already inside the bathtub with a lost stare as he watches you both, helping you get inside too, your back against his chest, Ferran facing you both.

With time, you and Pedri become yourselves again, coming down from your highs, the three of you chat about everything and nothing at all, sharing stories and laughs.

You sleep quite good that night, in between the two boys who refused to leave your side, even if it may get them a reprimand from their trainer for not coming back that night.

[jusalle]

hiii cau u write something about richarlison being weak for neck kisses

★Richarlison Imagine★

You and Richarlison have been together for 3 years.

In all that time you've learned Richarlison's weaknesses. One of them were your kisses and especially your neck kisses.

He would instantly fold and give in.

••••

Richarlison would love to make you so flustered. Every single time he did it he would always be so proud of making you flustered.

He would even tease you for it, which you hated it.

You always said you would make him flustered and find his weakness one day but it was impossible to make him flustered.

Right now Richarlison was at one of his practices and you always made him food once he came home.

While you were making his food, you were thinking how to make him flustered. It was almost impossible to think what to do to make him flustered but only one thing came in mind.

To give him butterfly kisses on his neck.

Now you were just waiting for him to come home from practice.

After awhile you heard the door open.

"Meu Amor are you here?"

"Yeah Amor I'm in the kitchen" you said

You saw Richarlison come into the kitchen, he looked so tired but once he saw you he didn't even look tired no more.

"Thank you Amor, for making food" he whispered into your ear as he kissed you softly

You simply nodded and left him to enjoy his meal.

You went into the bedroom to fold clothes and you began to start thinking of a plan to make him flustered.

After awhile you heard the bedroom door open and you feel arms wrap around you.

"Amor, I missed you while I was at practice" He whispered lowly as his hands began to roam.

"You were the only thing I was thinking about" He said as he began to kiss you and making the kiss more passionate

At that moment you knew this was your chance.

"Me to Meu Amor" you whispered into his ear as you broke the kiss

You began to kiss his neck and giving him butterfly kisses.

He tried to supress his groans and his face looked so embarrassed.

That's when you knew you made him flustered.

"Look who's the flustered one now Meu Amor" you laughed softly

"I'm not fluster-" He began to groan from the pleasure.

You kept kissing his neck and you kept laughing quietly from accomplishing to make him flustered.

"Amor if you keep doing that, I won't be able to handle myself" He whispered into your ear

That just made you even more aroused.

"Amor I'm warning y-"

At this point he couldn't stop groaning and panting.

He firmly grabs your waist and lays you on the bed

" See amor, look where your little accomplishment got you" He grinned at you like a child

"This is going to be a long night, Meu Amor" he whispered to you.

You were just happy that you finally found his weakness.

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Hello my lovelies, I hope you guys liked this one because ik I did🤭 and I love all the request that you guys send me!. Also I'll be posting more so don't be suprised if yall see more stories!

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