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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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Can you do a kylian imagines where he meets your family for the first time and he is very nervous “bc you are not from the same country”

tysm🥰🥰🥰

a/n: i saw this request and i wanted to make it a fic asap. it's so cute omg pairing: kylian mbappé x reader warning: none just pure fluff wordcount: 0.8k summary: in which your boyfriend is very nervous, because he is meeting your family for the first time

“Kylian, are you okay?” You asked while walking into the bedroom. He had been gone for a while, but he said he’d only change his shirt. When he didn’t appear at the door, you knew something was off because this man is punctual. You find him sitting on the comfy hotel bed, fiddling with the buttons of his way too chic dress shirt. The way he moves is almost anxious. It concerned you, was he not doing well?

You mentally checked all the things that happened these days, but nothing wrong seems to cross your mind. Maybe he was backing out from meeting your family? You didn’t hope so. The two had arranged this trip to your home country a month ago, but maybe it was all too much now? Maybe he decided that he wasn’t ready? You were sure he had nothing to worry about, your parents were lovely people and your siblings were a big fan of his. Your mom already approved of him, due to the many stories you had told over your almost too perfect boyfriend.

You were soon leaving for your parents house, to finally introduce him officially. The feeling you had of complete joy to finally let some of the most important people in your life meet, was amazing. You two quicky had to leave though, the taxi outside the backdoor of the hotel was waiting. You usually stay with your parents when you were back in your hometown, but because of Kylians fame, you had to stay here. He came with the idea, else your parental home would be flooded with fans. It’s not like your relationship was a secret, but privacy was definitely nice. And you were pretty sure your parents wouldn’t let you sleep in the same room, and that was surely his biggest issue with staying there.

“Yeah, I’m fine, chèrie,” he said, not convincing you with his charming smile. He moved to the edge of the bed, patting on the spot next to him to ask you to join him. When you sat next to him, you wanted to ask further questions, but when you made eye contact with him, he looked away.

You frowned. “You know you can tell everything, right?” You tried to comfort, because Kylian was definitely hiding something from you. He normally was more vocal about his feelings than this. But that wasn’t always the case, when you first met him he had trouble expressing his emotions. You were naturally open about your feelings with your close ones, but he was an opposite of that. He had a hard time telling you how he felt, especially dealing with sadness. But you two had made great progress, he was more open, and you were a bit more private – just for the sake of your own reputation.

“Please don’t worry. I’m okay, I guess I’m just a little bit nervous.” He answered, now finally looking in your eyes. He grabbed your hand, starting to play with your fingers, out of habit and because of the nerves.

“For what?” You asked again, but you already had a strong feeling where it was about. You hated seeing him like this, stressed out and upset with no one but himself. You noticed that he spaced out for a minute, probably as caught up in his thoughts as you were.

He cleared his throat and fixed his almost saddened posture. “I don’t know, I’m just nervous about meeting your family, Y/N. What if they don’t understand me because of my accent? Or that they don’t like me at all? What if they hate me for having you stay in Paris with me?”

“Ky, I promise you they will love you. And if anything, they will only fall in love with your accent, just like I did. Believe me, their English is good enough to understand you. I promise.” You kissed his cheek after you the words left your mouth, and his jaw already relaxed. One of the many he reasons he was so in love with you, was the way you could make him relax in the worst situations.

“The accent made you fall in love, huh?” He chuckled, and finally that familiar look in his brown eyes was back; the confident (sometimes overconfident), warm shine had returned. You couldn’t help but push him softly.

“One of the many great qualities of Kylian Mbappé, what can I say?”

Your boyfriend was now just full out laughing, and the way he does that made you burst out in laughter too. He seemed to be okay now, and that warmed your heart. He pulled you closer and kissed you. Soft, sweet and short.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Je t’aime.”

#kylian x reader #kylian mbappé x reader #kylian mbappe x reader #football recs #football imagine #football fanfic #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappé fluff

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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babes i’m uploading today or tomorrow and i need prompts!

i want to write for kylian, if you have any ideas please leave them in the comments or use my inbox🫶🏼🫶🏼

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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red - neymar jr

a/n: sorry for ghosting!! i’m back with yet another steamy neymar fic. heavily inspired by red by taylor swift, would recommend listening to it. pairing:neymar jr x reader warning: suggestive, fighting, blood, mentions of sex, toxic!neymar wordcount: 2.7k summary: in which you meet your ex in a party and he lets his possessiveness get the best of him.

masterlist is here

gif is not mine!! creds to the owner.

Forgetting him was like trying to know someone you never met.

So was dodging him. Impossible.

He was everywhere. Haunting you like a ghost, pacing behind you like a shadow. You couldn't seem to live your life normally, without him. You wanted to move on, you told yourself over and over again; that it's time now and you gotta let go.

But you couldn't move on from Neymar Jr. He was your ex, but the only man on your mind. The only person you cared about enough to make a fuss about him being here. Caring enough to avoid him in every given situation. You couldn't face him. You couldn't trust yourself around him.

You two had been broken up for eight months. You should be over him by now. But those past eight months you weren't forgetting him at all. In fact, in the first three months after the breakup, you received multiple late-night booty calls or knocks on your door at midnight. And you fell for his charm every time, ending up entangled with him each night. Just to feel each other again. Staying away from each other wasn't an option – you needed him and he needed you, and that made you feel like absolute shit.

The months after the late-night meeting, you tried to cut him off. There was a reason you broke; the manipulative lies from his side, the half-truths from your side. The two of you barely had time for each other. You were focused on your career and Neymar with his. This caused him to almost pressure you into quitting your job. You didn't take that well, you wanted to keep working. It brought you joy, and it still does. Then you left him, for days. Not bothering any contact, ignoring everything he tried. It wasn't a smart move, but you felt like you needed space. But you might have pushed it too far. Every time he tried to make up with you, you still turned him down. You knew you were acting childish then. You should've been more mature, let him apologize properly, and fix that whole mess.

It was problems like these, that broke your relationship down.

But moments like the time you had told him you missed your family and he immediately arranged the flight and brought them over. Moments that felt like you could be everlasting. Times shared under the stars, thinking about your future, talking about your past, and just enjoying each other's presence. Joking about marrying and running away from your issues, but both hearing the truth in those words. Getting drunk in the kitchen, blurting out anything. The desire shared, passionate as sin, every time you kissed. Every time you felt each other. This love had changed you. And you wanted to hear from him, that you made such an impact on him too. You hoped to hear one day that losing you felt blue. A sadness he had never known.

But that thought was wrong. You didn't want anything to do with him.

Or so, you try to tell yourself.

The truth is, moving on from him was impossible, when you saw it still all in your head. But you had to, you had to ignore him at this party. The party was crowded and busy. Enough people around to pretend you didn't see him. Because if you looked at each other too long, you knew that you would wake up next to him.

You distracted yourself by drinking and dancing. But in the back of your mind, the flashbacks took you to beautiful times, places that you will never find again. The dancing helped, forcing you two to focus on the smooth rhythms that were played. The crowd was there to keep your mind off of him too, the occasional boys coming up to you, and dancing with you for a bit. Nothing too serious, subtle touches, quickly lingering over your body.

It went like that for a while, but once a guy got closer to you, the atmosphere changed. You knew this man was perfect to get your mind off of your ex. The way he moved, the way he eyed you was enough to know he would gladly stay the night. His hands moved up and down over your short dress, whispering sweet nothing in your ear - even though you didn't know his name. But he was giving you enough, enough to not think about Neymar.

You two were getting closer and the more innocent touches changed to more. You both knew that you were leaving this place soon. You wanted to tell him to leave, but then the situation took a turn. Suddenly you were sweating and very aware of everything going on. Aware of everything you were doing. Aware of the way his hands were on your body and yours in his hair. All because of him.

All because of his eyes on you.

His gaze, like a predator seeing his prey, only focusing on you. His eyes traveled down your body. But you couldn't break the eye contact between Neymar and you. You couldn't stop yourself from staring into his gorgeous eyes, wanting nothing more than get lost in them once more. From the distance, you couldn't see which emotion was shown in his hazel eyes, but from his body language and his mouth that formed a thin line, you know he wasn't pleased. He stood up, and you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Just like always, he would come up to the guy that had your interest and threaten them to leave. If they didn't give in, he would throw hands and fight. If they did agree to leave, he would take them home. Then he would fuck you. Then you would feel regret because you had yet again given in to his charm. He would leave in the morning, texting you later to tell you that the two of you should try it again. You would ignore that text and two weeks later you were in the same situation. It was a never-ending spiral, an unescapable ending. You knew the two of you weren't meant to be, or else it would've worked out. But Lord, getting away from him was impossible.

You were lost in your thoughts, but snapped out of the haze when he was almost next to you. It all happens so quickly, him shoving the nameless guy away, the guy not giving in. You tried to stop your stupid ex. It was all hopeless.

"Fucking hell! What's your problem, man!" The nameless dude yelled, pushing Neymar back. Neymar just chuckles, the dark sound sending a light shiver over your body.

He smiled a smile that made sure you knew that he was everything but friendly. "Stay away from her."

You had heard this sentence one too many times. Always the same, him claiming you and you give in easily. You couldn't resist him and you both knew. He was an addiction and you had no plans of going into rehab.

"No, what the fuck? We were just dancing, dude, back off!" The guy replies. He should've left already. He didn't know Neymar normally got a kick out of this. The arguing about you gave him adrenaline most times, but this time it was different. His lips were pressed even tighter to each other, and his jaw was heavily clenched. His body language screamed possessive and jealous. And God, you wished it didn't turn you on so much. As much as you wanted to get over him, the effect he had on you was always stronger than the hate you wanted to feel.

"I'm not telling you again. Leave," he said possessively, but you weren't his. You wanted to make that clear, but the whole moment had you frozen. Like it always does. You couldn't speak, couldn't move, and couldn't stop him. Why? You had no idea. You wanted him to stop, but a side of you will always enjoy this. The way you still have power over him. You loved that feeling, the feeling he was ready to fight anyone for you. If only he had fought for you like this when you were actually dating.

You had no chance to think about this sadness because a fight had broken out. Punches were thrown around and all you could do was stare. You were fuming, really, but you couldn't help looking at the way his eyes were filled with anger and a different emotion you couldn't place. You knew this possessive side of him was one reason you were toxic, but, God, it turned you on. And that was the problem, wasn't it? You were affected by this behavior of his, affected in a way you would end up on his king-sized bed. You were aware that this was so wrong, but your body made it feel so right.

The men curse each other out, and it made you realize the fight had gotten to a point you saw blood on their knuckles. There was no use trying to stop this, you would only hurt yourself if you got involved. You did what you thought was right, calling security and trying to get them both gone. When they arrived, Neymar immediately noticed. He disappeared before they could tell who was fighting, sleek as always. Your eyes never left him though. You followed him through the room and saw him swiftly make his way to the other side of the room. He has run away from his problems once again. He ran away as he did from the discussion and confrontations from his action.

While it felt like everything had changed, the everlasting routine was still going on.

Eventually, the security team arrived and escorted the now bleeding guy to the back, probably to get a first aid kit. They asked who the other person who was fighting was, and your eyes met with Neymar across the room. He brought his fingers to his mouth and signaled you to keep quiet. You couldn't help but do exactly what he asked. "I don't know, I've never seen him before," you said, trying to sound confident and holding your gaze on the security. They nodded and told you to keep your eye out for him. You agreed and they left with the guy who was dancing with you minutes ago.

You felt empty, knowing you had given in to your ex once again. It felt horrible, knowing he still could make you lie for him, protect him from consequences, and all this shit. He ruined yet another night for you. You wanted to be at home and wished you had never come to this shitty party. You made sure to say goodbye to your friends - who were barely your friends, just a party crowd you hung with. On your way out you arranged a cab for yourself because you were tipsy and were in no state of driving.

Once you were outside you felt someone walk after you. You already knew who he was without having to check. You could just tell from the way he sounded when he ran. You were able to recognize that sound anywhere because you had been in a million similar situations with him. Mostly in the setting of a fight, when he had to chase after you to apologize, or just to shove it in your face what you did wrong. But also as the sound of him leaving. Leaving after you had yelled at him again, for something that was probably not even his fault.

"Y/N, wait for me, anjo," you heard behind you. You stopped your movements and turned around. He jogged the last part and stood in front of you. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. You keep putting me in those situations, and I'm fucking sick of you and this behavior!" you scolded him, finally telling him what you had been holding back for a while. But you knew you weren't telling the full story. You were aware of the fact that you love his behavior and want nothing more than for him to take you home right now. The good moments with him keep covering up the shitty times like these. You needed him, but you would not admit that right now.

He seemed taken aback by that. Neymar expected you to run into his arms, just like all those times before. "Fuck, bêbe. Why do you always have to make this so complicated? I was just protecting you! He definitely couldn't make you feel as good as I do!"

He was right.

Nobody could ever. Not after him. Nobody ever had the chance to know your body as he did. You keep waiting for someone to show up that can do it as he can, but the truth is that no one would ever make you that way. It was something about his touch, his dirty words, and his skilled tongue. It made you relive all those nights just simply thinking about it. But before you could fall into that spiral, you snapped out of it. You realized he had gotten you exactly where wanted you to be. But you weren't giving in to him tonight.

"No, you're right." You said. His eyes lit up in surprise. In his head, he felt like he had already won, after the little step back only moments ago. But before he got to answer you continue your sentence. "He could do it better. I bet he would make me cum harder than you ever did. I bet he would feel so much better..."

His victorious expression faded as quickly as it came. His jaw clenched again, just like in the club, and his eyes shined in a different way. In a way that you used to see on the field, just as a defender had challenged him and he was ready to take his revenge. He looked at you like you were challenging him and like you were asking him to prove you wrong.

"Yeah? You really think he could do that?" He said in a low voice, smoothly getting closer to you. His mouth was now on the same level as your ear, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck. He slowly started pressing a trail of wet kisses on your neck. It sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, but you weren't sure of your words, which had only yet sounded confident. "Because I know for a fact, you are now wetter than ever. Wetter than he could ever make you. Meu Deus, your eyes are practically begging for me to take you. And you would like that, huh?"

He was right once again.

You were ready for him. But the fact that he was aware of it was for you a reason to keep fighting the urge to obey him and give him what he wanted. You shook your head, disagreeing. You saw him only grinning harder. He knew you were lying again.

"I don't. I have no interest in you, Neymar," you lied. As a response to your statement, he bit your neck gently, but enough to send a wave of heat down your body. You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a moan.

"So if I slipped my hand under this pretty little red dress, I wouldn't feel your body begging for me?" He said quietly in your ear. "You want that? My fingers on your pretty pussy?"

There was no point in lying further. You had already given in. At this point his words drove you insane, you needed him to touch you. Needed him to bring you a release. "Please," you whimpered, not able to hold back your urges. You heard him chuckle in victory.

"Good answer," he said in a very cocky way. "But not here, meu amor, don't want anyone to see you cum except me." His words once again made you shiver, and your body was needier than ever.

Every time you saw him, you couldn't help but give in. You understood that it was a problem, but right now your logical senses had left your head, and the only thing on your mind was seductive promises. Tomorrow you had the time to regret this, but right now you needed him to be all over you.

"Take me to your place," you told him while accepting that you would never get over Neymar Junior.

#neymar #neymar jr #neymar fanfic #neymar smut #neymar jr smut #neymar jr imagine #football imagine #football fanfic #football recs #football smut #gif credits to owner!!

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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we need the most leg twitching, sheet gripping, toe curling, jaw dropping neymar smut😭😭

ONYL IF U WANT TO THO

working on something spicy👀

my new fic that will be out soon (i promise lmao) red will be out before monday.

stay tuned!!

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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lil apology

soo, i haven’t been uploading any full fics and i feel kinda bad about that...

so here is me apologizing for that!!

i’m sorry and i’ll upload soon.

still working on red, and it’s going to be a long one!!

-> i’m so thankful for all the support i’ve gotten these few weeks. it means so much and i’m very grateful for this platform

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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Just discovered your account!! I love your writing. What is about your next fic? A little snippet👀?

working on it right now!!

but enjoy this short introduction to my new fic that will be uploaded soon: red

red - teaser

Forgetting him was like trying to know someone you never met.

So was dodging him. Impossible.

He was everywhere. Haunting you like a ghost, pacing behind you like a shadow. You couldn’t seem to live your life normally, without him. You wanted to move on, you told yourself over and over again; that it’s time now and you gotta let go.

But you couldn’t move on from Neymar Jr. He was your ex, but the only man on your mind. The only person you cared about enough to make a fuss about him being here. Caring enough to avoid him in every given situation. You couldn’t face him. You couldn’t trust yourself around him.

You two had been broken up for eight months. You should be over him by now. But those past eight months you weren’t forgetting him at all. In fact, in the first three months after the breakup, you received multiple late-night booty calls or knocks on your door at midnight. And you fell for his charm every time, ending up entangled with him each night. Just to feel each other again. Staying away from each other wasn’t an option – you needed him and he needed you, and that made you feel like absolute shit.

The months after the late-night meeting, you tried to cut him off. There was a reason you broke; the manipulative lies from his side, the half-truths from your side. The two of you barely had time for each other. You were focused on your career and Neymar with his. This caused him to almost pressure you into quitting your job. You didn’t take that well, you wanted to keep working. It brought you joy, and it still does. Then you left him, for days. Not bothering any contact, ignoring everything he tried. It wasn’t a smart move, but you felt like you needed space. But you might have pushed it too far. Every time he tried to make up with you, you still turned him down. You knew you were acting childish then. You should’ve been more mature, let him apologize properly, and fix it.

It was problems like these, that broke your relationship down.

But that thought was wrong. You didn’t want anything to do with him.

Or so, you try to tell yourself.

#neymar #neymar jr #neymar fanfic #neymar jr fanfic teaser #football fanfic #football imagine

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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what are you posting next?

second chance romance w/ neymar!!

the reader and neymar have been broken up for a while, and they both act like they don't care about each other anymore - even though their hearts believe other wise.

when they meet again, sparks fly. but where's a spark, there is a flame. and where there is fire, someone is bound to get burned.

inspired by pink's try and true love.

i wanted to get it out tonight, but i just wasn't able to write anything good, really. hoping to release this fic the coming week.

ideas for this fic are welcome.

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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guide to my page

hii, welcome to my blog!! here you will find football fanfiction and random rants about the prem. my messages are open if you just want to chat.

masterlist:

* contains smut ^ suggestive

DO NOT COPY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION

neymar jr

promoting in which you have to promote your new movie, and neymar knows exactly what it takes to get you on the front page delicate* in which fake dating neymar changes into something more caught* in which you were caught crushing on neymar, and he confronts you in the locker room. let’s just say things got steamy red^ in which you meet your ex at a party and he let his jealousy get the best of him.

jude bellingham

the 1 | part one | part two in which you and jude never seemed to like each other, but that one memory of his mouth on yours keeps replaying in your head. you didn’t think it meant anything, but a knock at midnight changed it all. late | part one | part two* in which your childhood friend was late for dinner with both of your parents. after an awkward situation during the meal, the dishes make confessions flow.

pablo gavi

schoolboy crush in which gavi is very shy in his relationship with you, being only together for a short while. because of that miscommunications happen and stress is caused...

kylian mbappé

language barrier in which kylian is very nervous to meet your family for the first time.

request rules!!

[won’t be accepting if they don’t contain all those three things]

player name is required [i only write for players who are currently active and who aren’t married]

concept [ideas for the plot, setting of the story, whatever you imagine!]

genre [fluff, angst, smut. some smut request might get turned down, if i feel uncomfortable.]

#football masterlist #football imagine #football fanfic #football recs #jude bellingham #mason mount #neymar jr #pablo gavi #richarlison #trent alexander arnold #fanfiction #masterlist #football smut

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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omg , late part 3??

i'm sorry i won't!! part two lowkey flopped so kinda lost my interest in it...

hoping to make some more series-like fics soon, i'm just currently searching for a prompt i want to write.

suggestions are welcome!!

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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When are you gonna post your next Neymar fic?

hopefully this weekend, now working on organizing my blog more!!

stay tuned bc if working off some request this weekend (which are mostly neymar ones!!)

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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Hi, I recently discovered your blog and I really love your writing. You're so good at it!!!

Could you maybe make a masterlist so anytime anyone like me who wishes to check your blog wouldn't need to scroll all the way down but can just click on the link?

You seem like a really fun person, I'd love to be friends and learn from you about writing because I too like writing ^v^

hey!!

thank you for the support i really appreciate your support, it means the world to me!

i'm going to work on it now!! i already thought of doing this, but i was simply just to lazy - but now my collection of one shots is growing so it's kinda necessary...

good luck with your writing and i'll be right here if you need advice (even though i'm just a beginner lol and english is my second language but still) or just want to chat!!

take care♥♥

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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Hey could you please do relationship headcanons of Ricardo kaka he not very much spoken and I would love one abt him😭🙏

i'm sorry i won't :((

hes kinda fine but he is literally 40 and married and i didn't know he exsited before you sent me this (oops), so i don't know anything about him

feel free to request someone who is currently active though <3

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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late - jude bellingham - part two

a/n: part two of late. can be read separately, would recommend reading part one first. pairing: jude bellingham x reader warning: like one curse word, light smut wordcount: 2000 summary: at dinner with you family things get a little heated.

After your encounter with Jude at your house, you two kept in touch with him. Hours spent texting, facetiming and secret meetings after midnight. The two you were living in this rush, a rush without an end. You weren’t in a relationship, but you both knew that the smiles you smiled were like nothing you had ever felt before. You were falling hard for him, and you knew he did too. That night, when he kissed you in your kitchen, you went to bed with butterflies going crazy in your stomach. He was the only thing on your mind; his featherlight touches, his delicate kisses and the effect he had on you. He got you craving for more. Craving him.

Kissing him was an addiction, something you won’t ever get sick off. The ultimate feeling he gave you, like nothing else mattered. Like you mattered everything to him. There was just something about him that caused you not to be able to stay away from him. Every time you two met up those past two weeks, there was just something between you. A spark that could never die, no matter what you did. You didn’t go further then kissing yet, but you both knew you wanted it. It wasn’t the right place or time yet.

You couldn’t keep your mind off of him. You were messing up the simplest tasks by simply thinking of this boy who swept you off your feet. If someone told you two months ago that you’d fall for your childhood best friend, you would’ve laughed at them. You couldn’t believe your luck, that you fell for a boy who you were sure of would treat right. You were also lucky that he had a short break from being in Dortmund. It was all just coming together so perfectly, like the fairytale romance you had always dreamed of.

But then the fatal flaw appeared; your family. Of course, you knew your parents liked Jude, they loved him! But the two of you weren’t even officially dating. You couldn’t think of a way you could act with him around your family. The easiest option was pretending nothing is going on between the two of you. But then again, every time you were around him, you were just simply drawn to him.

And now you were here, in the park not far away from your home. You and Jude were hiding behind a big tree, making sure no one could see you. The bench you sat on, was the very bench you always met up by. You were just having a simple, light conversation with occasional kiss-breaks in between.

While you were having one of these breaks, you suddenly heard your phone ring. You immediately knew it was your mom, you had a special ringtone set for her. You groan and break the kiss. “Sorry, it’s my mom, gotta pick up,” you said to his lips, his mouth was still very close. He nodded, understanding the situation, but looking slightly bummed. You gave him a scolding look, jokingly.

“Hi mom,” you said when you answered her call. You signed to Jude that he couldn’t make a noise. He just looked back at you, slightly offended. You stuck out your tongue.

“Hi darling,” you mom answered. “I wanted to tell you that we are going for dinner with the Bellinghams tonight. We’re leaving at six to your dads favorite place, will you back before then?”

You looked confused and Jude seemed to notice, mouthing to you a subtle ‘what’s going on’. “Yeah, that will be fine. Is everyone coming?”

Your mom thinks and then answered your question. “Well, Jobe is not coming, but I think Jude will be there. But I got to go now, hon. See you later!” She abruptly ended the call and you were a bit stunned. Not that you were planning anything tonight, but a warning a couple of days earlier would’ve been nice.

“So?” Jude asked curiously. You couldn’t help but smile at his curiousness.

“So, we’re going to go to a restaurant later today,” you replied.

“Huh? Are we going on a date?”

“No, Jude,” you said, with a fake annoyed tone in your voice. “Now, why would my mum call me to tell me that you and I are going on a date?”

He shrugged. “Dunno, your mom would do that.”

You nodded. He did have a point, your mom loved planning your life out for you. Which was annoying from time to time, but you knew she wanted the best for you. “We are going for dinner with your family and mine. We’re supposed to be there at six.”

“And are you going to introduce me as your boyfriend?”

“Are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend then?” You said back, not knowing for sure what you had to reply to his remark. Shit, did you forget that the both of you already made it official. Because if so, this was going to be an awkward encounter.

He chuckled. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“You don’t have to ask that, boyfriend,” you answered. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy right now, the warm and fuzzy feeling taking over your body. It felt so right. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

After kissing him for a while, the bench was really hurting your butt. “Babe, bench.” You simply stated, and your now boyfriend stood up, and grabbed your hand. You smiled at the thought of him finally being your boyfriend. You’d never expected it, but you’re very happy it happened.

“Take a walk with me before you go home?” He suggested, you nodded. It was perfect.

Walking down the stairs, you had realized your dress was maybe too sexy for tonight. A simple dinner with family and friends and you thought it was a smart idea to wear a mini dress. The dress really showed off your legs, but you were lucky it was still quite modest in the chest area. Looking at your outfit once again, when you stood in front of the mirror, you couldn’t help but think of yourself that you looked good.

You truly did. The cute dress showed off your body, but doesn’t show too much. The jewelry you were wearing made your outfit complete – the colors complimented each other perfectly. Your hair was nicely done and you had a good make up day, which made it all easier.

Your mother told you they were leaving, so you quickly grabbed your coat and rushed to the car. During the car ride you listened to music and chatted a bit with your parents. You arrived to the restaurant, and when you were in the owner recognized you. God, you had really been here a million times. Your dad even joked with him, like he was an old friend and not just a regular customer.

Jude’s family joined you a short while later, him strategically sitting next to you. You were sitting in a corner booth, with a couch. Both of your parents said on the chairs surrounding the table. You and Jude both sat on the couch, which was far more comfortable. The only downside; the table cloth really was itchy. The combination of your short dress and the way too long table cloth made your legs itch.

Your families talk about everything that happened past few weeks – spoiler alert; not much – and you and Jude just sit by quietly, occasionally adding something to conversation. You felt him all of sudden tap on your thigh, after you ordered your drinks. You shot him a questioning look and he just gave you a dirty grin. And you immediately recognized this grin, the one he always showed when he knew he was about to do something he knew he shouldn’t do. You had seen this smile thousands of times, especially when the two of you were kids. You shook your head, having a clear idea of what he wanted to do. He only grinned harder, and you knew he was going to ignore it.

When you felt his fingers making patterns on your upper legs, making his way more upwards, you looked around nervously. You were lucky the long cloth covered your legs, and also his hand. Your parents were still entangled in conversation with their lifelong friends. His hand reached your panties and his sudden touch made you want to groan out loud, but you hid it by coughing.

“Are you okay, Y/N? You look a bit red.” Your mom asked and you nodded. You told everyone you would just drink something and that it would be over. They nodded and went on with their conversation.

You felt yourself getting more turned on by every touch of his. His fingers now were moving in pattern, which you figured was spelling out his name. He was still only touching your clothed pussy, not giving you enough fraction to actually build up to an orgasm, but enough to leave you on edge.

The drinks arrived and now you were already pretty worked up. You needed him to give you more, give you more than just his still gentle touches. You knew he knew that, but you also knew that he wouldn’t. Which is obvious, since your parents are around. But still, he got you here, wet. You wanted him to fix it, desperately. You shot him a desperate look. He just chuckled and took a sip of his drink with his free hand.

You decided that you had enough of you only being in this shit position. You subtly scoot a bit closer to him, and looked at you surprised. You shrugged, not planning on telling him what you want to do. You slide your hand under the table, and he clearly didn’t notice. Your hand made it’s way to his crotch and you just shortly touch it, enough to make him feel it. His reaction was priceless, he slightly choked on his drink and that caused him cough. Your family’s looked concerned.

“Is there some kind of virus going around or something? You are all coughing?” His dad said, and soon they were on the topic of how some illness was spreading through the country again.

You two teach each other during the dinner, the desire almost becoming unbearable. The hiding is also getting harder. By the time you had dessert, you had to cover up so many whimpers of pleasure by laughing or coughing. But you knew it was tough for him too, his swallowing clearly getting harder for him and the clear movement from his Adam’s apple every time you touched him. The dirty words he’d whisper in your ears didn’t make it easier.

You were relieved when the dinner was over. Your legs felt like jelly from the stimulation you got. The worried moms immediately asked if you were okay and luckily Jude was able to save you. His excuse that you had food poisoning was pretty good. This excuse sadly led to a long rant from your farter how his favorite restaurant betrayed him and that kind of stuff.

When Jude was sure no one was looking he whispered in your ear. “Y/N, your driving home with me.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine. The combination of his low voice filled with lust and his breath in your neck made it harder for you to breathe. You swallowed hard by thought of what he was going to do with you.

Jude cleared his throat and both the parents looked at him. “Uh, Y/N and I just got invited for some gathering from Cory from our old school. Can I drive her there? I’ll bring her home at a reasonable time, obviously.”

In the moment of silence following, it seemed like the parents had a silent discussion. They agreed after a minute and Jude signed in relieve. You quickly said your goodbyes and made your way out of the restaurant. He slightly supported you while walking.

What you two didn’t know, is that the moms said unison: “They’re definitely dating!”

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late - jude bellingham

a/n: i’m back! i went through a huge writers block so that was awful but here is finally another fic. pairing: jude bellingham x reader warning: like one curse word, mainly fluff (not proofread, be aware please) wordcount: 2100 summary: your childhood friend confesses things to you that change everything after you studied abroad for two years.

part two is on my page

You were finally home, back in England.

After studying abroad for two years, in the US, you were finally moving back home. You’ve completed your first two years, but now you were back to finish your study in London. Still not with your family, but at least in your home country. As much as you enjoyed being in the United States with your friends there, nothing could ever feel like home. You couldn’t wait to see your family and your British friends again. Of course, you had flown back to England a couple of times, but not as much as you would like, due to just not being able to afford travelling so much.

But now you were back. Your stuff was luckily already at home, being shipped early. You only had one suitcase and one back with your essentials with you. Your family picked you up, even some of your friends were there! It was an amazing feeling, finally at home, knowing you didn’t have to leave. You adored the US, but home is were the heart is. And were Jude is.

Jude Bellingham was your childhood best friend. He was a bit younger than you, with one year separating you. You two had gotten close because he was the son of your mom bestie, the boy who you had spent hours of running through the playground with. The boy who was now a rising star. The both of you had lost touch, even though you talked in your first year. But after a few months you had barely any contact with him. He got busy with his training, you were out partying and getting your grades to a good average. The calls that were once regular, changed to short messages to just simply say how are you and congratulating him on winning matches.

And the worst part of it? You didn’t even care about it that much. Thirteen year old you would’ve been devastated, but now he just felt like someone in your past, maybe even another life. You felt guilty about forgetting his important role in your younger years, but your whole friendship with him felt like a fever dream.

You still could never forget him though, no matter how hard you tried. You just simply cared less.

But the thought of him faded to the background of your mind, when your girlfriends were questioning you about your exchange year. You answered almost all their questions, skipping every question about your love life. Sure, you weren’t a prude and there have been some guys, but dating? You went on a couple of first and second dates, but that was it. Nobody has ever caught your interest, no one ever seemed worthy of a relationship or even a third date.

When you were in the car with your family, your friends drove separately, they were firing questions to you too. You just nodded a lot and agreed with everything they asked. Obviously, you weren’t going to talk about all the times you and your friends got black out drunk. Getting liquor in the US was surprisingly easy, even though the legal age of drinking was 21. You were now 20 years old and luckily legal to drink in England, another point to the country you were born.

Dodging every question that the answer might raise some eyebrows, you survived the car ride home. You finally were able to settle back into your room. You smiled when you noticed that your mom put your stuff back were it belonged. It almost looked like nothing has changed. The room still has the same comforting feeling to it. When you tried to nap, your mother came in.

“Honey, I forgot to mention that the Bellinghams are coming over for dinner! Jude’s also back in town!” She said excited, thinking you would react the same way. But you could only fake a smile, not being able to imagine how to act around him. Your mom had already left, saying they would be here at six, it was now a bit over half past four. You still had time to mentally prepare. And physically, because you were sure you didn’t look your best – you were severally jetlagged and tired from you flight. You decided that showering was your only savior at this point.

You were ready just in time. You managed to work your awful eyebags away with using 3 different concealers. Your outfit was simple, just a tee with a comfy, yet chic enough, pair of pants. You wanted to look somewhat formal, so it would look like you were somewhat happy to be there. All you wanted to do was sleep.

After a while of sitting on your bed in self pity, your dad called you downstairs. You quickly made your way to the living room and were immediately greeted by the laughter of the parents – yours and Jude’s. You quickly greeted everyone, and they were asking the typical stuff. How you were doing, how it was overseas, if you had done something with your hair.

“Jobe couldn’t make it, sadly,” his mother said when she noticed you were looking around with a questioning look on your face. “Jude will arrive soon, I’m sure of it!”

When she said that, she sounded everything but sure. Your mom tried to make it less awkward by starting to ask the stressed woman about what she did those past days. It seems to calm her down and a few moments later they’re engaged in an animated conversation. You couldn’t help but notice her quick glances at the door, hoping he’d come in. Your mom excused herself and disappeared into the kitchen, to finish the meal. You followed her to set the table.

After 20 minutes, everyone was called to the dining room. All of you took a seat around the table and the moms chatted some more. Then all of sudden the doorbell rang. Your mom tells you to open for your late guest. You got up, and all of sudden you felt nervous. God, this was going to be awkward.

You make your way to the front door and when you opened it, you didn’t see the scrawny boy from your memory. No, in front of you stood a tall, muscular man. He didn’t look like the Jude you had left behind, but the lazy grin on his face made him look like he hasn’t changed a bit. But still, you couldn’t deny that he had gotten more attractive. His jaw was more defined and he generally has grown into his facial features more.

“Hi, I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, his words making you snap out of your trance. He chuckled. You didn’t realize how much you had missed his laugh.

“It’s no problem, really,” you replied, not knowing what to tell him. You move out of the door frame, creating space for him to get inside. He hangs up his coat and looks at you.

“There is something different about you.” He stated, looking at you up and down. You felt slightly uncomfortable because of the searching stare of his lingering over you.

“Well, it’s been a while,” you simply said, not knowing what to say about his statement.

He nods. “It’s a good different. You look good.” You felt yourself getting slightly red at the boys remark. He grinned and walked into the hallway, and you just followed him. At that moment you realized something had shifted, something had changed in your relationship. There was more.

Jude was greeted by your family and his, and earned a short scolding from his parents for his late arrival. You sat down, and soon everyone was entangled in a conversation. You were questioned a lot about your exchange years, but the real scary part was when your love life was bought up by your mom.

“So you have no American boyfriend we have to worry about?” she asked and all of sudden all eyes were on you. There weren’t a lot of people, but still. Jude had found sudden interest in the conversation too, not paying attention earlier this evening to whatever everyone had to say.

You shook your head. “No, there no one, mom.” You laughed uncomfortably. You quickly grabbed your glass, drinking some water to avoid further conversation.

“Someone like you should have a boyfriend, Y/N,” Jude’s mom said. “It’s so strange why no one seems to date anymore! Jude never comes home with a girl too! From his brother we don’t expect that yet, but Jude?”

Before his mom could go on, she was interrupted by her son. “Mom, not now please.”

His mother clearly ignored her. “You know, Y/N. Maybe you should go out with Jude!”

The second you heard those words, you choked on your water. Your mother claps. God, that woman was always excited about everything. You turned red and needed to cough. This was so embarrassing. Luckily your father was there to talk about Jude’s recent matches, and distracting everyone.

You were able to survive the night without any awkward conversations after that. Sure, every moment of eye contact you shared with Jude was awful, but therefore it went pretty well.

Then you had an idea to make sure you weren’t going to be in a situation like that again. You sweetly suggested to your mom to let you do the dishes and she thanks you for it. Sadly, your plans of dodging everyone in this room got ruined by Jude’s dad, who tells Jude to go help you. Jude shrugged and followed you into the kitchen.

“That was a weak attempt to leave,” he all of sudden said and you couldn’t help but let out all small laugh.

You grab the dish soap from the cabinet. “Believe me, I would rather do this three times than being in that room.”

He agrees with you and accepts the towel you handed him. While doing the dishes, which were more plates than expected, you two brought up some childhood memories and laughed about embarrassing things.

“You remember that one time that boy asked you out? When you were 14?” he asked and you nodded, but couldn’t remember what exactly happened then.

“Who was he again?”

“George. God, I remember being so mad about him asking you.” He says laughing.

“Huh? Mad?” You said, not remembering that. You tried to recall what happened that day, but really couldn’t tell what happened.

Jude seemed to know. “Yeah, I had a giant crush on you at thirteen.”

His words confused you. You didn’t know this. He noticed the confused look on your face. “Wait, you didn’t know? Damn.”

“I really didn’t.” You said, truly being clueless. You had never noticed, were you that dumb?

Your conversation fell quiet for a moment, he seemed to think about what he was going to tell you next. You didn’t take his words too seriously, because if it was really just a little crush it didn’t matter now, seven years later.

“Come on, I literally asked you to the formal, like every year! For four years!” He said, chuckling to your oblivion. “You really didn’t notice me having a crush on you for four years?”

You couldn’t do anything but nod. Were you so dumb for thinking he was just doing that out of pity? You remember that feeling, thinking your mom had asked him to take you to the formal. It was a bad feeling, but you ended up always having a good time with him at the dance.

“Luckily, I had enough training to distract myself from being upset about you leaving for school. You left me heartbroken, Y/N/N. What does America have what I don’t?”

This was the moment you realized he wasn’t playing. The slightly upset look in his eyes told you everything. The sudden guilt washing over you. You realized that when you decided to leave for college, you didn’t inform him at all. You didn’t tell him until two weeks before you left. “I’m so sorry, Jude. I never meant to hurt you.”

This apology was all you could do, still processing the situation. The look in his eyes softens, a small smile appearing on his beautiful face. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything,” you said, really wanting him to forgive you.

“Let me kiss you once to get over you?” He half asked, half stated. You put the plate away which you were currently washing and nodded, feeling confused by the situation. But you knew that you wanted him to kiss you. Some part of you always wanted that.

He came closer to you and cupped your jaw. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” His thumb moved over your upper lip.

“So do it then.” You said, not able to think straight. The only thought in your head were his lips.

After hearing you say those words, he didn’t waist any time colliding his lips with yours. After all those years, he finally was able to kiss you.

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