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pulisicsgirl · 3 months

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favorite t-shirt - christian pulisic

summary: after an afternoon spent together, the rain forces Christian and Y/N into a startlingly domestic evening, and he’s not quite sure how to handle himself

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings/tags: established relationship, new relationship, Christian being the nervous little introvert that he is, tooth-rotting fluff

requested: no

song inspo: “Favorite T-Shirt” by Jake Scott

notes: happy fic-versary!!! Exactly one year ago today, I posted my first fic on this account so I wanted to do just a little something for it. I haven’t written for Christian in a bit but I figure it was only right to go back to my roots with a lilte fluffy piece for him to celebrate the occasion!! ☺️ This is an idea I’ve had for quite some time, so I hope I did it justice! Feedback is always appreciated!! Also, I don’t know what kind of car Christian has, but for the sake of the fic, please pretend it’s some sort of SUV

“You ready?” Christian, looked over at you, eyebrows drawn upward in anticipation of your answer. He leaned slightly into the center console of his car, leaning closer to you as a grin of child-like glee washes over his features. The little crinkles by his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.

You only nodded in return, lips pursed as you tried (in vain) to hold back your smile. You rested your hand on the handle of the car door, watching as Christian did the same, not breaking eye contact with you as he did so.

“Three…” he began counting, and your heart leapt at the silliness of it all.

“Two..” he continued, and you wiggled in your seat as you prepared yourself to jump out of the car.

“One! Make a run for it!” he shouted, flinging the car door open and leaping from his seat. You followed suit, stepping out into the torrential downpour of rain. It was the kind of rain that made it difficult to see anything more than 20 feet in front of you, and you felt the fabric of your shirt become soaked immediately as the raindrops hit it.

You giggled at the fact that, rather than sprinting to the front door to preserve his own clothes, Christian was waiting for you as you rounded the front of the car, his hand outstretched for you to take. You quickly did so, and the two of you ran up the winding sidewalk toward the front door of his home.

However, you hadn’t accounted for the rain-slicked concrete, and as the two of you rounded the sharp corner, your shoe slid, losing traction and sent you flying to the ground. Thankfully, your momentum carried you into the grass, your landing soft as you hit the ground.

A hearty laugh broke from your lips, the kind that shook your whole body. You only found humor in the fall, no longer able to hold in the glee that seemed to be filling up your entire body after the perfect day you’d had.

Though Christian’s mind had filled with worry as soon as he felt your hand slip from his, he was relieved as he saw you laughing from your spot in the grass.

Ever the sensible one, Christian slipped your phone from your pocket (since you had decided to leave everything else in the car to save it from the rain) and tossed it, along with his phone, wallet, and keys under the shelter of the front porch and ran back out to help you to your feet.

When you had calmed your laughter, you opened your eyes, looking above you to see Christian standing over your body. He had a foot on either side of you as he stared down at you incredulously, an amused smile on his face. He held his hand out for you to take, helping you to your feet.

As you stood before him, Christian pulls your hands, that were still in his, up and over his shoulders so that you would wrap them around his neck. He dropped his arms to wrap them around your waist, pulling your body fully into his as the rain continued to pour around you.

The two of you couldn’t stop smiling as you just stood there, soaked, a bit cold, and taking each other in. You admired his features, and he only seemed more beautiful with the raindrops falling down his cheeks. You reached a hand up to the top of his head, running your fingers through his curls that had grown more prominent as the rain wetted them.

You couldn’t help yourself from cradling his jaw in both of your hands, pulling his face toward you as you connected your lips in a gentle kiss, feeling the cold raindrops splashing on your cheeks as you pressed yourself even closer to him.

Kissing him felt like a breath of fresh air.

The kiss was only broken a shiver ran its way up your spine, the cold rain chilling your bones.

Christian grinned down at you. “Come on,” he spoke, kissing both of your cheeks, your nose, and then your forehead before grabbing your hand. “Let’s get inside.”

The two of you ran to his front door, seeking the warmth of the indoors, and you stumbled quickly to his bathroom. You pulled two towels out of a cabinet, handing one to him as you both attempted to soak up some of the water that had seeped into your clothes.

As you were attempting to squeeze the water out of your hair, Christian mumbled something about getting a change of clothes and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

The day had been nothing short of perfect. Christian had let you know the week prior that he had a day off and wanted to take you on a picnic— nothing extravagant, just the two of you, in a scenic area he had discovered not long after moving to Milan, spending time together and getting to catch up. Your relationship with him was fairly new, and Christian jumped at every opportunity he had to just spend some quiet time with you, talking and getting to know you better.

The whole plan had been perfect— that is, until it started sprinkling when you were about 15 minutes from your destination. Christian sighed, swearing up and down that he had double- and triple-checked the forecast for rain. Your reassurance to him that it would probably pass quickly proved to be false when, as Christian parked the car, the rain had only increased in its intensity.

Christian’s sigh of disappointment was unmistakable— his shoulders were slumped as he mumbled an apology for “driving you all the way out here for nothing” and he reached his hand up to the gear shift to drive away.

But you had stopped him with a hand on his bicep, instead crawling over the seats into his trunk. The sound of the rain grew significantly louder when you pulled the handle and opened the door to the trunk, gesturing for Christian to join you as you laid out the blankets that he had packed for the two of you

The next few hours were spent feeding each other bits of the food he had packed, talking about everything from your family, to his transfer over the summer and how he was adjusting, to the ideas you had recently had for new decorations in your apartment. The sound of rain and occasional thunder accompanied your conversation in the background the entire time. It was truly the perfect afternoon with him.

It all left a funny feeling of warmth in your chest, despite the cold, wet clothes you were peeling off of your body now. When you had stripped down to only your underwear, you heard a knock on the door of the bathroom.

You opened it, peeking around the side of the door so that your half-naked body was still shielded from sight, and found Christian standing there in only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He had clearly run the towel through his hair, the ends sticking up on various directions. Your tummy couldn’t help but flutter at the sight of him.

He held his hands up to you, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes and quietly muttered “these are for you.”

You took them from him, noting the plaid fabric resting on top of the stack.

“I didn’t have anything else, so I figured you could wear a pair of my boxers until your clothes are dry.”

You felt the heat rise to your face, knowing your cheeks sported the same pink blush that Christian’s currently did.

“Thank you.”

“Um, you can just.. toss your clothes in the washer with mine if you want. I’ll be down in the kitchen.”

With a nod, you retreated back into the bathroom, heart fluttering at how nervous you clearly made him.

You peeled the rest of your clothes from your body, replacing them with the items Christian had left for you. The fabric smelled faintly of him, and you had lost yourself for a moment, with the t-shirt bunched up in your hands, pressed to your nose, as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. It smelled like home.

Minutes later, after tossing your rain-drenched clothes in the washer and starting the load, you found yourself wandering down the hallways of Christian’s home, admiring the picture of his friends and family that lined the walls as you passed.

When you finally entered the kitchen, you found Christian leaning with his back against the countertop, staring at something on his phone screen. He had put on a t-shirt as well, you noticed, and couldn’t help self-indulgently thinking that you would have liked it much better if he hadn’t.

He perked up, looking at you when he heard your soft footsteps entering the room and you watched as he went slightly slack-jawed at the sight of you.

In his mind, his thoughts were running wild. This was the first time Christian had ever seen you in his clothes, and he already knew he’d jump at the opportunity to have you wear them more often in the future. His tummy did a little flip at the sight of the waistband of his sweatpants that you had rolled up a few times so they wouldn’t cover your feet.

He decided in that moment that the one you were wearing would forever be his favorite t-shirt.

He did his best to pull himself together, but he knew immediately by the slight smirk on your face that you had clocked onto his reaction.

“I-I was, uh… I was thinking we could order food or something while we wait for our clothes to dry, and then I can take you home if you want,” he did his best to speak casually, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes kept scanning your body wearing his clothes.

He wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was some weird possessive side of him that was causing him to react this way, but he knew then and there was the most beautiful you had ever looked.

You just hummed a soft, “okay,” as you walked toward him, taking the phone from his hands and placing it on the counter before you tucked yourself under his chin. As he wrapped his arms around your torso, you titled your chin up, placing the softest of kisses at the base of his neck, and Christian prayed that you couldn’t feel the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

“O-Or if you don’t want me to take you home tonight, you’re welcome to stay here, too,” he added, speaking a bit hurriedly, because he didn’t want you to feel like he was kicking you out, either.

“Okay,” you repeated softly.

Okay you’ll stay, or okay you want me to take you home?

Christian couldn’t get his mind or his heart to settle as he overthought every little thing. Your relationship being fairly new, this was the most intimate and domestic scenario the two of you had found yourselves in so far, and he was terrified of overdoing it. Yet he had asked you to spend the night at his (for the first time ever) before he could even think twice about it.

You could practically feel the way his thoughts were running wild from the stiffness in his arms as he held you. So you did what Christian so often did for you when you were stressed.

You noticed weeks ago that, though Christian wasn’t huge on PDA, in the little private moments, he showed affection through touch a lot. Frequently, when you would express to him that you were nervous or stressed, he would seek out some form of skin-to-skin contact to help settle you—often it took the form of him slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt to trace small shapes and patters on the skin of your back.

So, as you felt his racing heart beneath your cheek, you slipped your fingers under his shirt, flattening your palms over his stomach, feeling the ridges of his muscles beneath your hands. Christian’s breath caught in his throat as you did this, causing his chest and stomach to shiver with the shaky breath.

Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the small giggle that escaped your lips, finding Christian’s nervousness incredibly endearing.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, pressing another short kiss to his jaw to show him you were just playing.

That small gesture (along with your touch under his shirt) did wonders to settle his heart.

He had nothing to worry about, he knew that. It was just you and him, and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.

He was only able to respond with a smile, tightening his arms around you a little more, keeping you pressed as close as possible. He repeated his actions from your embrace in the rain, kissing each cheek, your nose, and then your forehead before he dropped his head down to press his nose into yours.

You let out a soft hum as he gently brushed his lips over yours, leaving you longing for more. Unsatisfied with the barely-there touch, you kissed him firmly, holding his face to yours by the back of his neck, tugging lightly at the short hairs on his nape.

The kiss was broken by both of you grinning wide, unable to contain the joy you felt that seemed to be spilling over.

“I love you,” you whispered. It wasn’t the first time you had said it, but it still made Christian’s tummy flip all the same.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, just as softly.

And despite the rain that had seemingly ruined his plans for your date, Christian felt that the day couldn’t have been more perfect.

It was perfect because he had spent it with you. And that alone was enough.

“So, what was that you were saying about ordering food?” you broke the brief silence, and Christian couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.

That’s my girl.

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neverinadream · 7 months

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Fill It With Something Pretty

Summary: A pre-wedding dinner just isn't the right place to start jerking your soon to be husband off...or is it?

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Eat Your Young - Hozier

Warnings: 18+, minors dni <- seriously this is at another level than i normally write for christian, dom!christian, sub!reader, public sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl....), just a little bit of degradation, the reader is called a slut and a brat, ass appreciation, hair pulling, anal play and talks of anal sex, talks of cum, mentions of sex toys, unprotected sex, cum play

Notes: so hi. this has been sitting in my drafts since march and it was originally meant to be something small, like a blurb, and now it's completely something else 🤭 its nice to write again. did we like it? feedback is always appreciated.

"Stop it," Christian whispered over the edge of his glass the second he felt your hand touching his leg. He takes a long sip, licking the wine from his bottom lip, something you watch as you turn to look at him. His dark eyes catch yours and he has to stop the chuckle that bubbles in his throat. "You know what I'm talking about," he reacts to the innocent look in your eyes.

"But I don't know what you're talking about," you reply, your hand still caressing his thigh, "I'm not doing anything." His body tenses, his grip growing rigid around his wine glass, his knuckles white and piercing his skin, as you slip your hand onto the inside of his thigh, pricking him with your nails as you squeeze your hand around him. "I'm doing nothing at all," you add, the corner of your mouth twitching, curling into a half-smile, "I'm just sitting here, with my soon to be husband and the rest of our families, enjoying a pre-wedding dinner." You tilt your head to the side, "now tell me, what could I possibly be doing wrong?"

He sets the glass down, his hand disappearing below the table cloth and underneath the table. "You know exactly what you're doing," he whispers, flicking his eyes down and back up the table.

Your families seemed to be oblivious to his change in demeanour, talking amongst themselves, discussing the plans they had for after the wedding. Some were planning to stay in Monaco for a few more days, others unfortunately had to fly back home and resume their day to day lives. But not you.

You two had ten days planned, splitting your days between various European cities and spending your nights with your bodies entangled together, experiencing multiple moments of euphoria.

"I think you should behave yourself," he suggests, taking your hand away. He interlocks your fingers, caging them together to stop you from taking it any further.

"I am behaving myself," you bite back, brushing your lips lightly against his cheek, the unshaven stubble tickling your chin. You didn't like knowing he would be tempted to shave for the wedding. He gives your hand a light squeeze and strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. "But, I was born with two hands, baby," you whisper into his ear, slipping your empty hand over his crotch, his cock pulsating under your touch and bulging in his pants, "and I bet my life you'd love for me to do something about this."

His thighs tense and he tries not to be noticeable as he shifts in his seat. Of course, he'd liked to have your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him until the crown was weeping with cum, but there was a time and place for that, and that certainly wasn't with your parents sitting on the opposite end of the table. A kiss to his jaw brings him back from his thoughts.

"Tell me you want this," you purr in his ear, unpopping the button, before finding the zipper and tugging it down. There's just enough room for you to manoeuvre your hand inside, a soft gasp hitting his ear as you grab him through his briefs. He coughs to hide a groan, loving and hating the grin pressed against his skin as you kissed his neck. "Tell me you want me to jerk you off under this table."

His cheeks are dusted a light shade of pink. "Behave yourself."

"Or what?"

He removes your hand and leans in closer, his breath, a mix of fresh mint and sweet wine, warm as it hits your ear. "Or I'm dragging you into the nearest restroom," he warns, his voice low and raspy, "and everyone here will know how much of a needy, little slut you are, because we both know you won't be able to keep quiet as I fuck that dirty cunt."

Pleasure tingles down your spine, leaving a dull ache between your legs. His filthy words had left you with an ache only he had the remedy for. "Then do it," you push back, praying you were pushing all the right buttons to gain the reaction you wanted. Excitement builds as he detaches your caged hand but deflates as he reaches for his glass, lifting it to his mouth, acting like he hadn't just proposed the best deal to you.

Your chair drags loudly against the grey, cobbled slabs, the sound disrupting a few nearby conversations; they resumed once they saw you rising to your feet. Christian catches your wrist before you can step away, bringing your hand to his mouth, landing a soft kiss on your engagement ring. "Where are you going?" He quizzes, tilting his head back up at you.

"To the restroom," you reply, dipping to kiss his cheek. It looked like nothing more than a sweet, tender moment being shared between the happily married couple to be to those sitting around you, but it was the perfect disguise for you to whisper, "so you can pound this dirty cunt and treat me like the needy little slut I am," into his ear.

Ten minutes hadn't even passed before Christian had you bent over the restroom sink, your dress pulled up around your waist. You were trapped, with nowhere to move. If you moved forward, the edge of the sink would dig deeper into your ribs, and you could only feel Christian pressing hard into you if you tried to move back.

His hand runs up the back of your leg and over the globe of your ass, his thumb toying with your panties at the top. "It's a shame I can't enjoy this properly," he grunts, the silence filled with the sound of his pants being unzipped. He pushes your dampened panties to the side and notches his cock in line, pushing inside you with a single stroke. "Do you know how fucking tight you feel? Doesn't even want to let me go," he gasps, withdrawing his cock, feeling you clench around him.

You lift your head to look at yourself in the mirror, sinking your teeth into your lower lip at the sight of him standing firmly behind you. He flashes his eyes upwards to the mirror for just a second, giving you a wink that floods your body with more arousal, before looking back down to watch himself. Your focus shifts to the change in your expression, drinking in your loud, desperate moan as he slams his hips, thrusting from the tip all the way down to the base.

"Just had to start something, didn't you?" He does it again on a grunt. Your head drops and you reach for anything to hold onto, hands landing on the edge of the sink, moaning louder as he does it again. "Couldn't just wait another hour?" He fills the restroom with your moans, possessing no care for the others in the restaurant who might hear them. "Needed me that desperately, huh?"

You whimper, lacking any function of speech.

Sinking your hand between your thighs, you pay your clit the attention it was desperate for. "That's my girl," he groans appreciatively, increasing his pace and biting his bottom lip to catch his own moan as you clench around him. His hand moulds to the globe of your ass, squeezing the cheek. "Fucking perfect," he grins as you gasp, "would've painted it all nice and pretty too, if had just been a good girl for me."

"I am a good girl," you protest, grinding your hips to meet every one of his thrusts, chasing your high.

He stops moving, nestling his cock deep inside, and fists a handful of your hair, pulling you up to look at your joint reflection. "That's not what I see." He gets lower to meet his mouth against your ear. "I see a brat," he bites, breathing in the sweet mixture of honey and vanilla, the scent of your arousal consuming him to a state on insanity, "don't you? Look closer-" He pushes you further against the sink, trying to get you closer to the mirror. "-she's right there, just doing anything to get a reaction out of me."

"And I did, didn't I?" You grin, wide and wickedly. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Just had to follow me in here and teach your naughty girl a lesson."

"The only lesson you need to learn is how to stop my cum from dripping down your thighs after we both walk out of here."

He keeps your head held firmly in place, pulling harder if you try to look away, ignoring if you plead with him to loosen his grip. He ruts into you. Deeper. Harder. Filling the restroom with the sound of your desperate moans for him not to stop over the echo of skin slapping against skin, all whilst making you watch yourself come apart on his cock.

"Been thinking about our wedding night." He slams into you, over and over again, his body flooding with arousal as he thinks about the shameless debauchery he intends to act out. "Thinking about all the way I'm gonna take you," he grunts, grabbing the base of his cock as he withdraws himself from the grip of your cunt. He slides the tip between your lips, teasingly pushing against your entrance. "In your pretty mouth. In this perfect pussy," he releases his cock and slides back into you, "perhaps, if I'm lucky, this tight, little ass."

Your eyes widen. "Christian?"

"What do you say, baby?" He lìcks the pad of his thumb, pressing it against the tight hole, massaging as he continues the rhythm of his hips. He watches with fascination, his cock pulsating at the sight of his thumb burying into your ass, pushing into you at the sound of your gasp. "Gonna let your husband fill every hole? Claim them as rightfully mine?"

He loosens the tight ring of muscles, relaxing you into the new sensation, relishing the soft whimper that comes with it. You were shaking, knees trembling you could barely stand up, and perspiration had set on your brows as you got lost in this new dimension, feeling pleasure twined with a bit of discomfort, but one you endured because of the euphoric haze that consumed every part of you. You push back and circle your clit faster. This was how you were going to come for him; with his cock stuffing your cunt and his thumb pressed into your ass.

"Gripping my cock so tightly," he groans, letting his mouth hang open, "and making such a mess on your thighs - dripping everywhere, princess."

"Christian...nice...fuck..." You were incapable of stringing a sentence together, jealous that Christian could probably recite everything he knew about chess as he fucked you mercilessly. You could hear the smirk in his huffed laugh, only looking up to confirm it in the mirror's reflection. "There," you squeak, hair ripping from his hand as you force your head down, eyes squeezing shut and screaming, "'m coming!"

He fucks you through your orgasm, the high of the euphoric bliss blurring your vision with a burst of white spots. "Take what you need, baby," he coos softly, smoothing his hand down your back, "done such a good job for me, doing something you've never done before." He retrieves his thumb out of your ass, liking how you whimpered at the loss. "I'm proud of you," he grips your hips, holding you down on his pulsing cock as he thrusts up, spilling deep inside, "always- always so good for me."

You shiver, his breath blowing against your neck as he leans over, his body and warmth pressing into you. A satisfied sigh finds a place on your lips as he kisses your shoulder and neck.

"We are doing that again," you finally say, coming out of your euphoric fog.

"Which part?" Christian laughs, holding your hips as he slides himself free from your cunt's grip. His cock stirs at the sight of his cum leaking from your entrance. "The part where we let an entire restaurant know that I'm fucking you?" He tucks himself back into his briefs and fixes his pants. "Or the part where you let me finger your ass?"

That wide and wicked smile was back on your lips. "Both."

He hums, liking the sound of both. His finger traces over the curve of your ass. "Maybe get something pretty to put in there?" He suggests, licking his lips.

"And here's me thinking your cock would be the pretty thing to put in there," you giggle, now turning to look over your shoulder.

A blush sets on his cheeks, reaching his ears. "Okay, something just as pretty as my cock."

Your eyebrows prick up. "Well, aren't you going to get me some tissue?" You were becoming more aware of the cum dripping from you, the reality of it being one that wasn't extremely sexy.

Christian drops his eyes, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, gathering the milky liquid and pushing it up to your pussy. "I meant what I said," he thrusts two fingers into you, his thumb purposely teasing your clit, fucking the cum back in, "you're going to learn how to walk out of here without my cum dripping down your thighs."

You grasp the sink, "Christian!" You were sensitive and wanting more, but shudder as he withdraws his fingers, watching in agony as he sucks them clean.

"Come on," he gives you a soft tap on the ass, "we still have dessert to order."

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riahollywood · 7 months

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you and me forever | christian pulisic

had a thought, didn’t turn out great, here it is anyway x

“come on sweetheart, give me one more, I know you can do it.” christian cradled her face with his hand, keeping his eyes on hers till they fell to the back of her head, her mouth dropping open as his name left her lips.

“christian, oh baby, fuck,” she squeaked out, him having successfully worked her through the sensitivity till she was feeling pure bliss again as he moved between her legs.

he looked down between the two of them, marvelling in the sight of her swallowing his cock. little groans escaped from his throat as her warm walls clentched around him and he felt himself approach his high that he had been holding off for longer than he could now bare.

christian drunk in the image below him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes clamped shut as moans continued to leave her mouth.

“yeah? you like that, princess?” he muttered into her ear, not stopping the perfect pace he had built up, hitting her sweet spot every time. the light stubble of his beard brushed up against her skin sending shivers up her body, despite the heat radiating from her skin.

she managed to get out a small whimper making christian chuckle slightly. “my good girl, that’s it, gonna come all over me again, baby?”

his words were all too much for her and with a moan of his name she clenched around him, seeing stars as she hit her high for the third time that evening. the sensation of her pulsating around him paired with the sweet sounds escaping her lips spurred christian on as he finally let his release take over, filling her with ropes of his come as he groaned into her ear.

christian collapsed on top of her causing y/n to erupt into giggles at the heavy weight of her boyfriend laying on top of her. she loved it when he did this, it was almost as though he forgot quite how much he weighed as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

she wrapped her arms around him, bringing one hand up to trace her fingertips across his back, drawing aimless shapes onto his skin and just loving the feeling of his skin under hers. christian equally adored the feel of her fingertips on him as he buried his face further into her neck, softly leaving light kisses over the purple and red marks that had already begun forming from the evening’s events.

after a few minutes, y/n begun struggling with christian’s body on top of her, reluctantly speaking up. “babe, you’re kind of crushing me now.” she giggled, not wanting him to feel bad. she loved the feel of him on top of her but her body couldn’t take it much longer.

christian was quick to use his arms to take the majority of his weight from her before slowly pulling out, enjoying the sight of his come slowly leaking out of her.

he hovered above her once more to plant what he intended to be a singular feather light kiss to her rosey lips, y/n taking the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, christian only pulling away when his lips curled upwards as he tasted himself on her tongue. his head spun just as much as her’s from the evening’s activities, completely and utterly in love with her.

christian told y/n to stay put whilst he quickly left the room to get a damp cloth. not even a minute later, he returned and carefully wiped y/n clean, only stopping briefly when quiet whimpers left her mouth at the cold sensation.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’m almost done.” he promised, guilt evident in his voice as he gently wiped at the stickiness coating the insides of her thighs.

she just smiled, “mhm, it’s okay, i suppose it was worth it.” she beamed, christian finishing up and tossing the cloth to the side.

he planted a gentle kiss to her lips, y/n looking up at him as he pulled away, a sleepy smile plastered across his face.

hovering over her still naked body, he couldn’t help his eyes taking over her, taking in every inch of her. she felt the heat rush to her cheeks as they flushed pink once she clocked christian’s gaze, quickly moving her hands down her body to try and cover herself. she suddenly felt self conscious, even if he had just seen every inch of her.

christian shook his head and grabbed her wrists with his hands, pulling them away to place them to the side of her body. upon her face was a sheepish smile at his actions, her eyes fluttering closed every now and then as she struggled to fight the urge to let slumber overcome her.

christian felt his stomach do a flip as his eyes reached y/n’s face once more. he would never get over the way she made him feel and recently all he had been able to think about was making her his forever. so much so, he had gone out and bought her a ring.

the pair had joked before with y/n showing him pictures of rings she liked, but after only being together for just under a year, y/n thought the idea was far too ludicrous to be anywhere near his mind.

she would’ve never expected christian to have bought her the ring that sat tucked away in the box at the back of his bedside drawer.

not the best hiding place, christian didn’t care. he almost wanted her to find it so he would have an excuse to give it to her seeing as he couldn’t pluck up the courage, nor could he find the perfect moment.

as she led underneath him, all he wanted to do was pull out the ring, confess how he wanted to make her his forever and officially do that by asking her to marry him.

his heart fluttered at the thought of her going to bars, to work, just out and about with his ring on her finger. everyone would know she was taken. that she was his.

neither of them were into big romantic gestures, both perfectly content with keeping their relationship fairly private. it was for that reason he found himself contemplating right there and right then, pulling the ring out and asking her to be his forever.

he was snapped out of his trance when y/n uttered his name, eyebrows furrowed together as she watched the expression on his face as his mind went at a million miles an hour.

“are you okay, baby?” his heart melted at the pet name she always called him.

“sorry babe, i was just getting lost in your eyes.”

she let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes. “we both know that’s a lie because i’ve been struggling to keep my eyes open.”

he chuckled at her catching him out. “okay, you got me there.”

“what were you thinking really?” she asked, furrowing her brows slightly as she watched on at her boyfriend looking deep in thought.

christian raised her eyebrows, doing his best to distract y/n with a playful comment. “i was just wondering if you think we could beat 3 tomorrow?”

y/n’s mouth flew open with a gasp as she chucked before replying, “mhm, i think you could give yourself a good run for your money.” she giggled as she felt her heart rate get a little faster at the thought.

after a little longer of laughing and cuddling, y/n reluctantly pulled herself away from christian and the cosy comfort of his bed to head to the toilet. she picked up christian’s previously discarded jersey from the floor and slipped it over her head, breathing in his scent as she padded off, feeling completely and utterly in love with the boy.

christian stayed lay on the bed watching on as she headed into the en-suite. his heart fluttered seeing her wearing nothing but his jersey with his last name and number on the back, a smile creeping onto his face as he thought about the idea of the name on her back becoming hers too.

his eyes glanced over to his bedside drawer as he contemplated what to do next, his mind going crazy. was he really going to propose to her in their bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers, following an evening of sex?

christian took a deep breath as he pulled back the drawer to his bedside cabinet, easily locating the square black box.

hearing the toilet flush and the tap run, he quickly made the decision, deciding there would be no time better than right now. he closed the drawer and pulled back the duvet, putting the ring down on the mattress behind his back.

christian wasn’t paying much attention when y/n returned, his mind too busy trying to scramble together the right words to ask the biggest question he would ever emit. she climbed in under the duvet to join him, frowning when she attempted to snuggle up into his chest and he didn’t move to welcome her in like he normally did. she looked up to face him, jutting out her bottom lip to give him a playfully angry look.

“excuse me, do i not deserve a cuddle?” she pouted up at him and he felt his heart start to go crazy as he realised what he was about to do.

“chris? are you okay, baby?” she asked, slightly concerned as she tried to make sense of what was going on.

“i just, i don’t want you to be upset that i’ve not made this a big deal. but to me it feels right, there is nowhere i’m happier than when i’m at home and it’s just me and you.” he spoke, eyes fixated on the space between them in the bed as he was unable to look at her.

“did you knock your head when i was in the bathroom?” y/n laughed with a confused look still spread across her face, completely dumbfounded as to what her boyfriend was going on about.

he continued, “i don’t want to do some big grand gesture just for the sake of it because that’s not us.” he gathered us the courage to look at y/n, her nose scrunched up in confusion. “all i want… all i want is you. i just want you, forever and ever.”

she let out a small, unsure laugh. “you’ve got me, baby.” she spoke softly, still perplexed where this had all came from, and where it was going.

“no, you don’t understand.” he took a deep breath before continuing, “i want you to be with me forever, to be the one waiting for me at home when i’ve had a shit day at training, to be the one i look for pitch side when i win a big game… to be the one who looks after me and brings me soup when i’m sick, and not just because that’s all you can cook.”

she let out a little laugh at that before letting him continue.

“i want you to be the one i watch walking down the aisle to me, waiting for you to take my hand and tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me just as much as i do you.”

all the pieces started to fall into place and y/n’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. she watched on as christian reached behind him to retrieve the black box, tears filling in her eyes as she clasped her hand over her mouth at the realisation of what was happening.

christian climbed off the bed and walked round to her side of the bed, crouching down onto one knee as he opened the box, a beautiful oval diamond, similar to the ones she had jokingly put in his instagram dm’s, shining in the low light coming from the bedside lamps.

“y/n, baby, will you marry me?” his brown eyes glistened as he nervously looked up at y/n, her eyes now watering too as she stared at the man who she loved with all her heart. suddenly she felt all her dreams coming true. all the time she had spent thinking about starting their own little family together, growing old together. it was all becoming a reality.

y/n let out a sob, tears now streaming down her face as she nodded. she didn't try to say anything, knowing full well the lump in her throat wouldn't allow her to.

a bright smile lit up christian’s face as pulled the ring from the box, his hands just as shakey as hers as he slipped the beautiful diamond onto her finger.

“oh my god.” y/n choked out, her heart feeling like it was ready to burst as she moved her hand back and forth, watching at the diamond dazzled.

he was now her fiancé. his glistening dark eyes were wide with love and his hair a total fluffy mess from y/n’s hands tugging at it earlier on that evening. he looked so beautiful, and she couldn’t believe he was all hers forever.

she opened up her arms and christian gladly met her embrace, pulling himself off the floor and falling into her arms in a cuddly mess on the bed.

“it’s you and me forever, baby.”

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lmaopuli · 6 months

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Never Leaving

*credits to gif owner

Christian Pulisic Angst

Warnings: argument, angry Christian, sad Christian, swearing

Word count: ~1k

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“Are you… leaving?”

You jumped at Christian’s question, not expecting him to come into your shared bedroom already. You didn’t want to look up at him yet, for him to see the tears still lingering in your eyes. You kept your gaze on the laundry you were folding, realizing it looked like you were gathering clothes to pack up and leave. You sighed, hoping and praying your voice wouldn’t give away your broken heart, “No, I’m just folding up our clothes.” You were hurt, really hurt, but you would never leave.

Christian lingered around the doorway, too nervous to come close to you yet. He had no idea what you were feeling, about the fight, about him. You still haven’t looked up at him, but if you did, you’d see the tears still lingering in his eyes, just like with you. He brought his hand up to face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose at the memory of how he spoke to you just moments ago.

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“I’m fucking sick of you saying the same shit over and over again every time we come home!” Christian snapped.

“What the hell am I supposed to say as your girlfriend, huh? Am I not supposed to support you?” You spat back, tired of the way he’s spoken to you, not just today but the past few weeks. “You want me to say you guys played like shit today? That you won’t be getting better? Is that what you want?”

“You keep suffocating me!” He responded. He’d regret his words later, but now, he was seeing red. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“Fine” you mumbled, shocked that he’d go that low. Tears were welling up in your eyes, but you turned around before Christian could see. You couldn’t deal with this anymore. “I’ll leave you alone.”

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“I thought you wanted space. What are you doing here?” you sniffled, annoyed with yourself that couldn’t keep your emotions in check anymore.

You looked up at Christian, and his heart squeezed uncomfortably at your blotchy eyes and red nose. He did this to you. He upset his perfect, angel of a girlfriend, and he didn’t know if he could forgive himself for it.

“God, baby—fuck, I'm sorry—I don’t want space from you. I didn’t mean that,” he stumbled, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Then why did you say it? It was so much worse at Chelsea, and you never spoke to me like that then.”

You were right. Some weeks were absolute hell at his old club, but one of the things you admired most about him was that he could separate it from your relationship. You were his safe space when things got tough. He couldn’t care less about what fans were saying on social media, as long as he could come home to you. You couldn’t figure out why a few tough games at Milan, when overall he was doing great, could get to him like this.

Christian sighed, trying to figure out a way to convey how he was feeling. You could sense the turmoil in his eyes, and motioned for him to sit next to you on the bed. A few moments ago, the last thing you wanted was to speak to him—but now, you needed to know what was clearly bothering your boyfriend.

“Chris, talk to me, please.” You pleaded after he sat down, placing your hand on his knee.

“This move to Milan’s been harder than I thought it was going to be.”

Your heart dropped at his confession. The fans have been amazing to him, so have his teammates and coaching staff. What? Your brows knitted in confusion.

“I just feel like there’s been a lot of pressure from everyone with how my time at Chelsea ended,” he continued, “I wanna prove that I can do really well here, and not just for a season.”

“Baby you’re doing amazing so far—”

“But the team isn’t right now. And I’m scared they’re gonna start making me the scapegoat again.” The tears previously welled up in Christian’s eyes were now flowing down his face.

Oh.

It took you a few seconds to register what he said, and you felt sick at how long he’s been keeping this from you.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” You asked, trying to brush the tears from his face.

“Because this is a huge adjustment for you too. You’re in a new country, learning a new language, trying to get along with the other girlfriends and wives and—”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about this. We’re a team, okay? You take care of me all the time, listen to my problems, give me advice,” you gently grabbed his face, making his red, teary eyes meet yours, “I wanna do that for you too.”

Christian didn’t know what to say. He tried to calm his ragged breathing, but you pulled him into your embrace, comforting him yourself, rubbing his back and leaving kisses on his hair—like he’s done with you countless times before. You had no idea how long you both were sat there, it could’ve been anywhere from a few minutes to an hour.

Christian mumbled something into your neck, but you couldn’t understand him with the way he was pressed into your body.

“What was that, baby?” you asked, imploring him to repeat what he said. He reluctantly lifted his head from your neck. His eyes were still a little red and cheeks had some remnants of tears, but he was looking a lot better.

“I said I’m terrified to lose you,” he said softly, voice cracking slightly.

You felt a pit in your stomach, tears pricking your eyes for the third time that night. Pecking the corner of his mouth, you whispered back, “You’re never gonna lose me,” and then you pressed your lips against his, showing him you weren’t going anywhere, that you would never leave.

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Christian is my first footballer love, and this fic was so out of my comfort zone, but I hope you Puli girls enjoyed it 🫶🏼 as always, feedback, reblogs, and likes are so so appreciated :) MUAH

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anadiasmount · 9 months

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Hi! If you still take requests can you do a bf christian pulisic headcanons please? I don’t see a lot of them for him 🥺

christian as a boyfriend ❣️

would always keep a hand on you every where you go. his love language is touch, so it can be, holding ur hand in public, on ur thigh, when your sleeping a hand around ur waist, a hand on your butt when he becomes possessive bc ik he is.

he kisses you softly, a hand on you hip and the other one resting on your cheek. as much as you love his gentle and soft kisses, you can’t help but enjoy the heated ones as well.

his heated kisses where he starts kissing ur neck all the way up to ur jaw, kissing the corners of your mouth before connecting your lips together. he especially loves bitting ur bottom lip and pulling it back, watching as you blush beneath his touch, his hand slightly around your throat with the smallest pressure. “god baby look at you. so pretty for me.”

bf!christian where he takes pictures of you secretly every where you are. you could be simply washing dishes or cooking but there he is with his phone. when grocery shopping and ur picking our sweets and crisps, you driving, you dancing freely to music. when you’d ask him he would shrug it off. “took it while you weren’t looking.”

during important events, he would spoil you, sometimes hiring a makeup and hairstylist for you, buying you a new pair of heels and dress. surprising you with a pair of earring and a necklace with his initial bc ur his. “don’t take it off. everyone needs to know ur mine, and only mine.”

i just know he’d be possessive about you in every aspect. you making small convo with the man at the bakery and he’s just there looking at him with a smug. at the gym where he towers you and covers you from anyone’s view. when taking a mirror selfie he places a hand around ur waist or on your boob. “gotta remind them, that’s all.”

on a rainy day he’s extra snuggly. you’d spend your day cleaning and then lay on the couch. make cookies and light his favorite candle. as much as he loves being big spoon, he feel safe and sound in ur arms. christian’s head on your chest while you draw small shapes on his back.

he knows how anxious you can get especially when it’s a place that’s super crowded so he’d tell you to trace his tattoos, and kissing ur temple every now and then. “trace them baby. distract yourself from them. it’s just me and you... i love you prettygirl.”

he’s a super private person like you, so date nights at home are special to him. you teaching him how to cut the vegetables required, telling him to mix the food in the pan/ pot. when everything is done, he grabs ur hand and brings you into him, dancing softly in the kitchen, hearing him sing to you.

when visiting the states, he takes you on his boat, spending the whole day swimming, reading, playing chess bc he taught you, and then helping him grill (bc he’s a grilling dad at heart). you would take pictures of him in the sunset, lay together with a blanket keeping you warm, and kiss him bc you truly can’t help it. “so handsome baby. cant get enough of you…”

christian bf where he gives you his jersey to wear and expect you to show it off. it drives him insane, especially when ur hair is up and it gives him a view of you small ear tattoo and on your neck as well. when ur alone he would definitely kiss them and just be in a horny mood. “yk how much i love when ur hair is up y/n… especially with my name on ur back. ur killing me out there.”

when the two of you can’t sleep, you spend hours discussing ur futures together. the two of you sacrificing to stay together, so anywhere he goes you go. talks about having kids, owning a ranch looking home, a big dog to protect you and the kids when he isn’t home. taking more vacations, to places YOU want to go to. “anything and anywhere you want, baby. you name it and i’ll give it to you.”

bf christian where he kisses your knuckles randomly, and you blushing bc it causes you off guard.

when he sleep you just fall deep in concentration at his beautiful face. ur eyes drawing back and forth from his small scars, to his freckles which you adore. the moles, the faint wrinkles, his stubble 😵‍💫

you begging him not to shave but he still does so bc he loves seeing you all pouty and moody. “sorry baby, but i just hate it.”

getting a tattoo that’s sort of dedicated to you. and when he finally tells you he’s just laughing at ur shocked face.

i just know when he’s drunk, he’s constantly wanting attention, doing things to show off, making you laugh by his dad jokes, and just being all soft and gentle. “baby watch this… i bet you haven’t heard this one… just hold me, need to feel you against me…”

him just praising you for everything, “good girl princess… being such a good girl for me… look at you baby, doing so good for me…”

him handing you his hoodies bc of how easily you get cold. knowing he gets mad when you stick ur cold toes in his warm skin, groaning at the contact. “baby! no pls stop… it feels cold.”

christian bf where he buys you the book you add to ur wishlist and when you’d ask how he knew, he would confess that he just knows. but since he loves spoiling you, he would look through that list specifically.

CHRISTIAN WEARING JEWELRY 😵‍💫😵‍💫 a watch specifically, or rings and it makes you go insane.

bc christian purposely wearing no shirt when around you, watching how you get all shy and innocent, but you just adore his back muscles, and his abs. dragging your small hand around his soft and warm skin, knowing he will get goosebumps.

bf christian having to wake up early for training, so he leaves notes for you reminding you how much he loves you, stuff you need for the house, or that he left coffee/ breakfast for you.

bf christian always being down to watch old movies with you. but instead of watching the movies he just pays attention to your eyes growing wide at ur favorite scenes or lines, ur smiles growing wide, holding you when you hysterically cry at certain scenes.

christian bf becoming so sad and scared that he’s going to lose you one day, even crying bc he never wants to let you go. “i can’t help it baby. if you were to ever leave idk if i could cope without you. pls promise me you won’t leave me? ever? i love you babygirl. want you all to myself.”

these are all i could come up with for now :( but i want to make another one bc i enjoyed making this one!! sorry if it’s short but this is how i picture bf christian 🤭❣️

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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want one? -c.pulisic

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + baby fever + minor errors

a/n: since my last Christian work got shadowbanned I hope this one doesn’t 🤞🏻inspired by this video

Avery crawls across the floor, Christian sits on the other end patting the carpet cheering words of encouragement for the seven month old.

“come on, Avery! come see uncle Chris.” his mouth hasn’t left a smile since you arrived to Florida a couple hours ago. the second you got to his sisters house your boyfriend has not left his nieces side. needless to say, he’s obsessed with her, and how could one not be? her rolls, eyes, and smile were just all too precious it was easy to get wrapped around her finger.

“good girl!” Christian cheers watching her plop into his lap, he holds one of her toys in his hands, and her little fingers are reaching up trying to bring it to her mouth.

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten.” you turn to devyn, the most gorgeous mother and Christian’s sister. she nods in agreement watching her big brother play peek a boo with her daughter. the giggles of them both echo around the house.

“they grow up so fast, before you know it she’s kicking a soccer ball around.” devyn chuckles watching Christian’s ears perk up, he picks his head up from the infant, a big happy smile.

“she’s going to play soccer?” he breathed out, almost ready to choke up. he was sure Avery would get into horses considering it was his sisters thing, but never once did he doubt she’d introduce her to the first love of his life— the game of footy.

“you act surprised! she’s got some pulisic genes in her, I’m sure she’ll be just as good as her uncle.” Devyn watches him pick up Avery pressing soft kisses against her skin and he mumbles some words you both can’t make out.

“maybe even better.” you chuckle saying it to just her. you can’t help but feel a certain way watching Christian interact with Avery. he’s always spoiled the little one from across the seas, but being in person with him and her is different. he’s so in love and wrapped around her finger you can’t help but imagine how he would be with one of his own.

“thinking about one?” she whispers, shoulder bumping into yours snapping you from your thoughts. you almost can’t help, but blush a little nodding. you’ve been with christian for a long enough time that children and marriage came up a lot, but the timing was never right. now seeing him with kids, maybe the best time was now.

“can’t help but think about it.” you sigh sinking further into the couch cushions allowing your ovaries to go into overdrive watching him lay on his stomach, feet kicking in the air watching the little girl play with her interactive toy.

“I know he wants one with you, it’s all he ever talks about to me now.” she gets up from the couch as Avery began to fuss a little. she goes off taking her daughter into another room leaving you both in the living room. in some way, you think the little girl knows there’s an important conversation needing to be held.

“she’s so freaking cute, y/n.” he moves to sit next to you, hand resting on your thigh, “I want one.” he whispers carefully watching your response. he knows what you’re about to say, he knows it’s not the right time, and he’s willing to wait. you’re the only one he wants to carry his children.

“I know, me too.” you whisper resting your head against his shoulder, “when can we start?” your words catch him by surprise. you hear his breath hitch a little watching him shift against you.

“y/n, be serious with me.” he says, you sit up off of him giving him a look that he knows you’re being for real. he laughs nervously half unexpectedly because he wasn’t expecting that response, “now? you want to start now?”

“whenever you’re ready, pulisic we can start.”

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augustinescruelsummer · 9 months

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MEMORIES | CP10

IN which you and Christian exchange heartfelt memories from your relationship while watching the stars, surrounded by a warm night fire.

fem!reader x cp10

content: fluff. teeth rotting fluff. reminiscing. she cleans a wound of his. the World Cup injury. christian’s a lovesick softie !!!

AN: this is so sweet like my teeth are rotting after writing this wtf. I actually have no idea where this came from it feels like the deep hell pits of my brain but I lowkey really like it LMFAO. Also this GIF? MY GOD. LORD. I am FINE.

WC: 2.7k

"REMEMBER that time you went flying into the goalkeeper at the World Cup?" You ask Christian while he nurses a beer, the fire pit providing a warm haze to the domestic night. The sky was crystal clear, minus the smoke your fire provided the air, and it was a perfect night to gaze at the stars. He chuckles softly at the random comment while running a finger down your hair, "How could I forget?"

You didn't know why you made the comment, suddenly overwhelmed with a collection of nostalgic memories while gazing into the fire between you two. Maybe it was the domesticity of the scene, the sun just setting over the horizon on a cold night, the two of them cuddled under her favorite blanket pointing out stars.

"What made y'think about that?" He prompts further, readjusting his arm to allow her more space to come closer. A soft smile falls over her lips as she fully recalls the memory.

THE MEN'S WORLD CUP. 2022.

A sound of horror falls from your lips as Christian goes to kick the crucial goal, flying into the goalkeeper. You watch intently as a blur of trainers come sprinting over to him as he holds his groin in pain, people repping the American flag around you craning for a look at the scene. He had been down for a couple of minutes, partly in pain and appreciating the goal he had just scored. You had felt nauseous, partly due to the fact you'd never seen Christian be intensely injured on the field. He attempts to stand on his own and walk towards the medical facility, but his face contorts with pain as his weight collapses almost instantly on a nearby trainer. His teammates look on despondently at the American boy and his abrupt exit, congratulating him on the phenomenal goal.

"I was so embarrassed," he recalls looking down at you, pulling you out of the trip down memory lane. Your eyebrows furrow at the comment, never knowing he felt like that.

"Why in God's name would you be embarrassed about an injury, Chris?"

He shrugs in an attempt to dodge the question, leaning forward with a long stick to probe the firewood around.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question," you push as he spends longer than necessary on a piece of wood that didn't need adjustment.

"I honestly don't know. The whole time I was in my own head thinking about how not-badass the debacle was, and at the end of the day I knew I was never going to live it down. Interviewers asking me if we could still have children because of it and the picture from my story getting leaked. I was playing for the damn United States and was going to have an early exit because of a groin injury. It brought the team publicity at the end of the day, but I was still mortified."

You lean back to look at his expression while he reveals his thoughts, comfortable in confiding. "It felt like I was 14 years old getting punched in the balls at recess," he adds with a soft chuckle, turning the neck of the bottle around nervously.

"I thought it was quite the badass exit," you told him confidently, "You went viral on social media for being attractive and diving into a goalkeeper for your country. You were labelled Captain America. That is nothing to be embarrassed about."

A grin creeps over his bashful expression and your heart warms at the sight of it.

"I was worried about you in the moment," you told him earnestly as more of the memory unfolded in your mind.

MEN'S WORLD CUP. 2022.

Qatar. A country you knew next to nothing about when it came to locations of hospitals. Your hands were shaking at the whispers Christian was being sent to the hospital. There was no crash course on what to do when your husband gets injured in the World Cup. You flip your phone over in your hands, making the decision to exit your place in the stands. The match had continued and you considered staying, knowing Christian wouldn't want you to worry, but that was inevitable.

"I was researching hospitals left and right, wondering where they would take you," You recalled, not missing the feeling of dread that overcame over not knowing where Christian was being sent.

"Still can't believe you took a fucking Uber in a foreign country to come and find me," he said with a snort. Christian's heart heated at the thought of it, his wife doing anything she could to come and find him. Even though he was delirious due to the pain meds, Christian had still found time to text you where they were taking him. You were in the next Uber to him the second the text hit your inbox.

MEN'S WORLD CUP. 2022.

You gazed into his room, a nurse patiently attempting to take his vitals as he held a thumbs up and snapped a picture of him laying on the bed. The match was on the TV still, Americans rallying to celebrate the valiant efforts of the team. A grin was plastered on his face watching his friends embrace each other. "It's called soccer!" Musah screams at the camera lingering by him, the saying a play at Christian's viral photoshopped meme. You revel in Christian's laugh before bursting through the door, the nurse just finishing his vitals.

"Hi baby!" He greets when you appear in front of him, the excitement of seeing you after a major win outweighing any logic as to how you got here. Sickeningly, he would do the whole thing a million times over just to be babied by you.

The memory is snapped when Christian once again returns you to the present moment.

"God, I don't think I've ever seen someone so proud of me," he said while laying a chaste kiss on your cheek. "I thought you might be upset or embarrassed about the whole situation, but I was incredibly wrong. My girl took pride in the fact her husband put their kids on the line for America."

"Hell yeah!" You chanted, pumping your first in the air. You laughed at the recollection of social media going wild after the event was over, fans wondering if their favorite football couple would still be able to have children. Talk about patriotic.

The fire crackled as a comfortable silence enveloped the couple once again, both of them in their own world thinking about heartfelt memories.

Christian, thinking about when he tied for the 17th International Goal Record in qualifying against Mexico, pulling up his jersey to display his celebration. "MAN IN THE MIRROR," his undershirt read in haphazardly written Sharpie, a true display of his poor penmanship. The moment froze in time, though, when he looked up from his shirt into the boxes and made eye contact with you in the crowd. He swore his heart stalled.

Along with the rest of the American crowd, you were screaming his name out for all the field to hear. His name, an action that had him transfixed watching the stands. You stared at him, shouting the three syllables of his surname, which were heavily enunciated so he knew what was being chanted.

He rose his pointer finger up at you, a sly wink in your direction catching the eye of the camera man. He followed the receiving end of the wink, and there, on the jumbo tron, was you turned around pointing at the proud PULISIC plastered on your back while he motioned towards you.

He took a swig from the bottle beside him to distract his mind from going down every single memory his heart held with you. It was a tempting offer. Christian watched you adjust so your head was in his lap, folding the blanket over both your bodies to fit. You scrolled through the Barnes and Noble app searching for a new book to read as Christian watched the stars twinkle in the night sky.

"Whatcha thinking about, Chris?" You pat his knee a couple moments later to catch his attention, noticing the dazed look in his eyes.

"You."

Your heart sped up at the word, confident it was now a puddle on the lawn. He continued his thought without being prompted,

"Thinkin' about that time when I scored my first ever goal in the pros and you blew me a kiss, and I knew right then that I was gonna marry you." He grinned wickedly down at you, "Thinkin' about that time I scored and the screens caught you with audio screaming I was your 'Captain America'. Hearing my own wife use the nickname was the only thing left needed to die peacefully." He gazes down at you lovingly, capturing your lips to secure the sentiment and sweetness of the moment shared.

"Those two moments you just described," you told him suddenly flipping to where you lie on your back, gazing up at his face. "Are some of my favorite moments too. I was so proud of you I thought my heart would burst, and I was wondering how much jail time I would serve for jumping the fence."

"Jail time?" He asked inquisitively with a laugh, "I don't know what'd I would do if security tried to manhandle you off the pitch for jumping. I wouldn't have enough time to stop laughing to help."

You both giggled at the thought of it. "Y'know after I called you Captain America on the 'tron, I sat back down and went on Amazon to get you a lego set of his shield. It didn't come in the mail until three weeks later because it had to be custom made."

He splits into a smile thinking about the gift, it sitting on the trophy case in the bedroom. It hadn't been moved since he placed it, being featured in personal interviews in zoom calls during lockdown. He took anytime to talk about it when given the opportunity, being his favorite gift ever. It was a fairly large shield, custom made and built with a "Pulisic" engraved in an arch into the middle.

He remembered when he unwrapped and squealed like a little girl, holding it in his hands like a newborn. "Baby, this is the best gift I've ever gotten! It's not even near my birthday!" You had come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist fondly.

"I got it 'cause I love you and I'm proud of you," you told him, leaving a sweet kiss in between his shoulder blades. He blushed under the praise. "Can I frame it?" He asks, gently setting it down on the kitchen counter. "Do whatever your heart desires, baby," you told him with a joyous expression.

"Y'wanna hear my memory, Chris?" You ask him while staring at the stubble beginning to grown in on his face. You take notice of an ingrown hair that needs to be removed before he starts itching and complains at the burn. He hums an affirmation, finishing off his beer.

"My memory is when you got that nasty turf burn after a Chelsea match, and instead of going to have the trainer clean it, you brought it home for me to deal with."

He laughs wholeheartedly, "What can I say? There's nothing better than being babied by your wife." You roll your eyes at him, appreciating his full honesty. Christian has no shame in his love for his wife.

You had freaked out when he walked through the threshold of your old shared apartment, his shoes squeaking on the freshly cleaned carpet.

"Christian!" You had chastised from the couch without looking up, "Take your dirty shoes off, were you raised in a barn!?" He doesn't respond, causing you to look up with a frustrated demeanor, before taking notice of his bloody knee.

"Christ, baby, I thought you would've gotten that looked at before you left the field," you said, beckoning him closer. Christian tries to not let the joy he's feeling show at the thought of you having to take care of him, knowing it's about to occur. He's a softie, what can he say?

"I needed my favorite doctor to look at it?" He tells you with a charming grin, phrasing it like a question in an effort to avoid a lecture.

You don't put up a fight, guiding him to sit in one of the dining chairs while you disappeared into the bathroom to get antiseptic and Advil. You pour him a cup of water, double checking to make sure you were giving him the right amount Advil. You always had an irrational fear of your star boyfriend overdose on it because of a misread by you. Satisfied with the information the bottle had given you the previous ten times you had read it, you reentered the battlefield, aka Christian's knee.

Meanwhile, Christian had been smiling like a fool at the TV running post-match highlights of his game. It was such a small thing for you to turn the matches on while working from home, but it meant the world to him. He knew you had probably sat on the couch with your feet tucked under you, the work iPad you lugged around resting in your lap as you worked. The TV was probably set to a low volume, not loud enough to distract you, but quiet enough so you could still listen for your husband's name. You wore an oversized Chelsea T-Shirt, his name adorning the back per usual.

"This is gonna sting," you told him drily, holding no sympathy for your husband at the moment. He had to know you were not qualified in any sort to be cleaning up a pro soccer player's wounds, but yet here you were at 11:30 on a Monday night.

"I have work tomorrow," you stated as you stared at the alarmingly late numbers on the oven clock, which motivated you to harshly rub the antiseptic onto the burn.

"Jesus, baby! Is it really necessary to do it this rough?" He asked you, biting his lip. You didn't respond, outstretching your free hand for him to squeeze which he took gratefully.

"You know, if the team trainer had done this it probably would've hurt less," you said through gritted teeth, taking one last swipe down the wound.

"Ok, ow! Fuck!" He whined at the contact and you rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to call him a big baby. You were not particularly inclined to be dealing with his antics this late, even though you loved Christian more than anything. You slapped a bandage onto the burn, placing a kiss to it, making the classic smile return to his face at the tradition.

"I'll make you breakfast tomorrow morning to make up for the fact I kept you up," he told you while sliding off the chair. You smiled at his words, always a giver.

"Baby, it's fine. You can if you want to, but I tend to your wounds and shit because I love you and want to take care of you." You gave him a kiss on the lips before handing him his water and Advil. "I put you out some sleep clothes after the game ended, I figured you'd be tired," you said while filling up your own water bottle at the fridge. Christian smiled like a fool, wrapping you into his arms for a proper hug once you were done at the fridge.

"God, I love you. Thank you," he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head before making his way to the shower.

One of your favorite things was reminiscing on moments like these with Christian, moments where the health of your relationship shown through. There were so many you could laugh about with him. Christian stood up after another stretch of comfortable silence, attempting to put the fire out to the best of his abilities. You folded the blanket up and placed his bottle in the trash facing away from him. You heard the whoosh of the flames going out, and then felt a tattooed arm wrap around you, scooping you up. He carried you into your house bridal style, a delirious grin on his face the whole way up the stairs, drunk on the joyous memories.

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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someday / christian pulisic

request: Waiiittt what ab Christian being broody after seeing his girl bsfr playing with his niece

summary: after seeing you and his niece peacefully sharing a moment together, he starts to doubt whether he had been lying to himself about his feelings for you.

word count: 1.1k

author's note: changed a few things and i’m not sure i’m 100% sure if i liked it or not but i guess this is it (?? please leave feedback if u can <33

christian always wanted kids.

it was no secret that he was a family man. he was portrayed like that by every magazine that has ever interviewed him, and by every teammate that saw that the first thing he did in the changing rooms was facetiming his mom, no matter the outcome.

still, he was only 24, so he wasn't so worried about the timeline. yeah, he wanted a family, maybe one or two kids running around in the backyard, but it wasn't his main focus. he wasn't even in a long-term relationship, having broken up with his last girlfriend almost eight months ago now. his focus was undoubtedly on his career, wanting to reach big things with football. he knew he had the potential to achieve whatever he put his mind into, not even the sky being the limit for the american player.

his share of kids was now covered with his niece, the light of his life since arriving into this world. and even when he couldn't see her in person that often due to the ocean that separated him and his family, he always made time to include her in the daily video-calls, to ensure that she knew her uncle even when he wasn't physically there with her.

today, though, he was lucky enough to be spending his day with his whole family who had recently arrived in england after joining him in the trip to the world cup. he hadn't wished to come back home as soon as they did, with the national team not being able to reach the final stages of the competition as they dreamed, but he was glad to have another few weeks to enjoy with them before the international break comes to an end, and the second part of the season begins again.

due to you being christian’s assistant (a rather fictional role, created by him to have an excuse as to always having you by his side), you already were joining them to qatar, so it was a no-brainer that you would be spending the rest of the break with them. thankfully, you had developed a great relationship with the whole pulisic family, including the newest addition, avery. that’s how you ended up with her in your arms, cradling her softly in hopes of not waking her up from her nap, knowing how grumpy babies could be if you disrupted their sleep schedules.

“what are you doing?” said christian behind your back, startling you and disrupting the silence that had lulled the baby to sleep. you turned around softly, signaling to his niece that was deeply asleep in your arms to keep him from shouting again. he seemed to have understood, getting closer to you two, but rather silently now. after ensuring he kept quiet, you brought your attention back to avery, silently stroking her cheek, at which she let out a peaceful sigh that made your heart rise in content.

christian swore that he had never seen something so beautiful. at that moment, he thought that it was it, his facade had gone down and he was done: his brain seemed to have malfunctioned on the spot, not being able to speak any longer but, at the same time, not being able to tear his eyes from you two.

even with the amount of time you two had spent together in the past few years, he was sure his feelings were strictly platonic, having told his family exactly that each time they asked about what you two were. but now, after involuntarily fantasizing for a second or two about a future with you, including kids, a big house, even a dog or two, he didn’t know how he could face his family the next time they asked about you two. how could he convince them this time thay they were only friends, if he had allowed himself to go this far into his mind?

christian hadn’t considered that he was very much not taking his eyes out of you, almost not blinking while staring into his niece’s peaceful face. "do you want to hold her?” you asked, wishing that your voice could bring him back from the trance he seemed to be immersed in. he shaked his head, trying to regain his senses and drown the fake scenarios he had silently conjured. “w-what?” he asked, confused at your wide grin.

“i asked if you wanted to hold her, since you hadn’t stopped looking. are you okay?” whispering, you said, and took your hand away from avery’s cheek to squeeze his arm reassuringly. christian nodded, still too embarrassed to look straight into your eyes. he was used to you reading him like an open book on the daily, and he wanted to prevent you from recognizing the guilt in his features, even if he wasn’t at fault of where his thoughts had gone to, without asking for permission first.

"she looks like she's yours" christian blurted out, and immediately tried to fix what had escaped his mouth. “i mean, you are a natural” he couldn’t believe how dumb he sounded, but your smile comforted him, taking it as some sort of ‘compliment’, since you had always wanted kids. “it’s all her, honestly. did you see how cute she is?” you gushed, profoundly amazed at the little human that was still, even after all the talking occurred in the past few minutes, deeply asleep in your arms. against his better judgment, it seemed like christian couldn’t let the topic go, so he continued. "do you think about having kids? someday?".

"yeah, sometimes, i guess. i just don't know if i'll be a good mom, you know?".

he couldn’t disagree more with you, knowing that, if you wanted to have kids on your own in the future, you’d be the most loving mom ever. he had plenty of reasons to back up his opinion, mainly after seeing how bright your eyes got when a kid got near, whether it was his niece, with who you had created the cutest bond, even if you hadn’t had the chance to engage as much due to the distance that kept both you two separated from your families, or the little kids that always asked christian for a picture or an autograph before entering cobham. he was sure that, if your children turned up to be even half as caring and loving as you were, they would become fantastic human beings. christian could already picture a sweet, loving child, with the softest features and the kindest eyes, just as their mother.

"i'm sure you'll be a great one" he smiled, lovingly, now taking his turn in stroking his niece’s cheek. moments after, his sister came back into the room with the stuff she had claimed to need, and a knowing smile painted on her face, showing that her plan, even if not fully devised, had worked out just fine.

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pulisicsgirl · 1 year

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his girls - christian pulisic

summary: pregnancy is doing everything it can to make Y/N's life miserable, but with Christian's help, it's a little more bearable

pairing: Christian Pulisic x pregnant!reader

word count: 2.7k

warning/tags: pure, unadulterated fluff, pregnancy, descriptions of vomiting

requested: yes!!

notes: there will be a part two to this one because there was more to this request than I could fit in here! plus, that video after the USMNT game on Monday has me (and everyone else) feeling broody, so I figured I should finish this fic! As always, requests are open, and let me know what you think! <3 (also, this picture has me so soft for him)

read part two here

All your life, you heard women describing pregnancy as the miracle of life. A wonderful time, when you felt more connected and bonded to your baby than any other point in your life. A time where your body prepared for all of the blessings of motherhood as you baby grew and developed within you.

What no one prepared you for was everything else that came with it.

The morning sickness, the back pain, the mood swings, the sleepless nights—you seemed to have gotten the worst of all of these things.

In the early hours of the morning, the sun not yet peeking over the horizon outside of your home, you found yourself sitting miserably in front of the toilet. The nauseous feeling seemed to infect every part of you, your head swimming, your stomach churning. You felt as if the slightest movement of your head or arms would send you hurling in that particular moment. Your elbow rested on the toilet seat, forehead in your hand. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to breathe deeply through your nose, willing the nausea to pass.

“You didn’t wake me up,” you heard Christian whisper from beside you. You had been so distracted by the sick feeling in your stomach that you hadn’t heard the opening and closing of the bathroom door. You blinked your eyes open slowly to see him sitting on the floor beside you. His eyes were soft, and you could tell he was worried for you, despite this becoming a routine for you throughout your pregnancy thus far.

“It’s so early, and you have training later,” you tried to justify yourself. In your defense, you had also rushed out of bed pretty quickly, only having a few moments warning yourself.

His lips turned downward in a slight frown. “I want to help you, though. If I can’t take away the morning sickness, the least I can do is sit here with you.” He reaches out, placing a hand on your bare thigh, stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. His presence was already beginning to calm you. Your heart, that had been racing before he arrived at your side, now felt like it was finally slowing.

“I know,” you sighed, casting your eyes downward.

Christian had been nothing short of perfect throughout the last five months. He would do anything and everything for you, from grabbing something in another room so that you didn’t have to get up, to frequent massages to relieve your tense muscles. And he never complained about it once.

You knew he felt guilty for everything you were going through. You wouldn’t dare, even in the midst of a particularly bad bout of morning sickness, point an accusatory finger toward him, muttering that “you did this to me” as you so often heard about other pregnant mothers doing. Christian frequently expressed to you that he wished he could share the burden, seeing as you had made this baby together. But since that wasn’t possible, he made it his mission to help you be as comfortable as possible.

You ran a hand over your slightly round belly, sighing as you switched to lay your arm on the edge of the toilet seat and laid your head on your forearm so that you were looking down at the bathroom floor.

You were wearing one of Christian’s shirts—you had quickly gotten to the point where your own no longer fit after you had begun showing. Plus, you knew Christian’s heart swelled with pride each time he saw you, carrying his child and wearing his clothes. The longer your pregnancy went on, the more items of his clothing you would steal. It had started with T-shirts, progressing to his shorts and sweatpants, until the two of you were sharing much of his casual wardrobe.

“Did you get much sleep last night?” Christian asked softly. You only responded by shaking your head ‘no’ while it remained resting on your arm, closing your eyes as another wave of nausea began to build up. “Kicking too much?” You nodded, and Christian squeezed the hand that was on your thigh gently.

The nausea washed over you again, and you quickly raised up onto your knees, leaning over the toilet as you spilled the remaining contents of your stomach into the bowl. You immediately felt Christian’s hands gathering your hair into a ponytail, pulling the strands out of your face. He held the ponytail with one hand and slipped the other under the bottom of your shirt, using his fingers to rub your lower back, applying light pressure there.

Once the nausea had passed, you sat back on your feet and wiped your mouth with the toilet paper that Christian handed you. The morning sickness seemed to have drained you of any energy you had left, and you slumped over into his side, resting your head on his bare shoulder as he wrapped his arms securely around you. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, and the two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, with his hands slowly running up and down your arm.

Christian broke the silence several minutes later, whispering a short, “you okay for a minute?” and once you had nodded, he briefly let your side, returning with a bottle of cold water and a couple pieces of buttered toast. He handed them to you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to you while you ate the toast, holding the cold bottle against your cheek before taking a couple sips from it.

After you finished, you were feeling considerably better, so you decided to go back to bed before Christian had to leave for training. The light of the sunrise had just begun peeking through between shutters over your bedroom window, casting the room in a slight orange glow.

You and Christian crawled back under the covers, and he pulled you to his chest, lying on his side so he could use his hand to trail slow lines up and down your spine under your shirt. You sighed in content, tucking your face into his warm neck and pressing a kiss to his collarbone as a show of thanks for everything he was doing for you.

You were beginning to drift off when you felt a sharp pain in your belly, feeling your baby’s foot pressing against the surface. You groaned, being drawn from the sleepy state you were just slipping into. Due to your position against him, Christian felt the press of the baby’s foot softly against his own stomach.

“She really won’t give you a break this morning, will she?” he asked with a short chuckle. You pulled your head from his chest, pouting at his amusement. He reacted by placing a gentle kiss to your lips, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks. “Just think: a few months from now, she’ll be here, in our arms, and all of this will be totally worth it.”

“It doesn’t feel worth it right now,” you grumbled, nuzzling your face back into his neck to hide away like a grumpy child.

“I know, baby. I know,” Christian was unable to wipe the smile from his face at the thought of your little family of three coming home from the hospital in just a short while, a mix of both excitement and nervousness running through his body at the idea.

He slipped his hand from your back, resting his palm over your belly and rubbing it in circles to try to soothe your little baby with soft whispers.

It felt like mere moments before Christian’s alarm was going off for him to get out of bed, startling you out of sleep. He kissed your forehead, shuffling out of the bed while trying to disturb you as little as possible. After spending a few minutes in the bathroom, he emerged, collecting his things from the closet. He pranced to your side of the bed, sneakers in hand, and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he left to head to training for the day.

Your day following Christian’s departure proved to be fairly uneventful—something you were thankful for after a long, sleepless night and a rough morning in the bathroom. Once you finally emerged from the blanket cocoon you wrapped yourself in after Christian wasn’t there to keep you warm, you maneuvered through the house, feeling well enough to catch up on a few chores and things you hadn’t been able to do over the last couple of days.

Your productive afternoon was briefly interrupted by a short nap on the couch, something you found yourself doing more and more as your pregnancy wore on. The task of growing a child seemed to zap you of your energy if you tried to do too much on one single day.

In the early evening, you found yourself tidying up the kitchen—washing and putting away the few dishes that had accumulated and clearing the countertops of various items that had been left behind while music played softly from your phone.

As you were bent slightly over the counter, wiping it down with a cloth, you felt two strong hands slipping around your waist, causing you to jolt in surprise, a soft gasp escaping from your lips.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Christian spoke softly, pulling your body back into his chest. With his arms wrapped around you firmly, you melted into his embrace, leaning into his warm body.

“ ‘s okay,” you mumbled, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. Instantly, you felt at ease in his embrace.

“How are my girls?” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and warmth flooded over you at his words.

His girls.

“We’re good. Better than this morning,” you smiled at him, and short laugh escaped his lips.

For a moment, he just stared down at your face, laying on his shoulder. He tried to study your features, committing them to memory. He swore every day that the sight of you that he came home to every night was the most heavenly thing he’d ever seen. You were wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of his sweats—ones that he knew, without even checking, that you had rolled the waistband up so that they wouldn’t be falling past your ankles.

A slow song was playing on your phone that you had left sitting on the countertop as you had been cleaning, and Christian began swaying side to side, slowly dancing to the music. One of his hands smoothed over your belly, thumb rubbing soothing circles through the thin material of the large T-shirt you were wearing.

Your eyes remained closed as you took in the moment: the gentle tones of the song ringing out into the evening air, Christian’s warm body holding you securely, a hand resting over the bump that held the growing baby you had made together.

You felt completely and totally at peace, swaying there in his arms.

A soft smile played over your lips, one that Christian noticed and wished he could snap a photo of to save forever.

As the song that was playing came to an end, he pressed his nose into your cheek before placing a soft kiss there. “As much as I would love to do this all night,” he whispered, trying not to startle you from the peaceful moment. “I brought home your favorite, and I don’t want it to get cold.”

Your head snapped up quickly, turning to look at the countertop. Just as he had said, there was a large, brown, paper bag sitting there, with the logo of your favorite local restaurant adorning the side. You immediately knew what the contents of the bag would be, as Christian had made it his personal mission to know all of your orders.

You turned back to look at him, hormones getting the best of you as you felt your eyes moisten. “Christian, you didn’t,” you whispered.

“Babe, it’s just dinner,” he beamed at you, knowing that it still meant the world to you. Little day-to-day gestures in relationships were massively important to you, and Christian knew that.

You hugged his torso tightly, pressing your face into his firm chest, whispering a soft “thank you.”

That warm feeling didn’t leave you for the rest of the night. You felt overcome with gratitude, not knowing what you had done to deserve the life you had.

Later in the evening, you found yourself sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. You were playing with your rings, running your finger over the wedding band as you stared at it, lost in thought.

“Thinking about taking it all back?” Christian chuckled, crawling into the bed next to you.

“Never,” you smiled at him. He came to sit beside you and leaned across your body gently, resting his hand on the other side of the mattress next to your waist to support himself as he looked at you.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours slowly and sweetly, letting it linger for a moment. “Forever.” He nudged your nose with his, forcing a giggle from your lips.

“How did you feel the rest of today?” he asked, bringing his free hand up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. After your bout of morning sickness, worry for you had remained in the back of his mind the entire afternoon until he was able to come home and wrap you in his arms.

“I honestly felt okay today. I was able to get a lot of chores and cleaning done, so it was a good day.”

A satisfied smile took over his features as he looked over your face for a moment more. Then he shifted, pressing a kiss quickly to your nose before he shuffled down the bed, laying on top of your outstretched legs. He rests one of his arms across your thighs and sets his chin on his forearm. He lifts the hem of your shirt, raising it so that your bump is exposed. Christian poked your belly button, which he had loving dubbed “the microphone” and would talk to your baby through.

He swore up and down that she could hear him better when he used the “microphone,” which always caused you to roll your eyes at his antics. Secretly, he did it because he knew it would always get you to laugh.

“Hey, there, baby girl,” he cooed to your belly. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a limb press into your stomach from inside. You saw the slight distention in your belly as a hand or foot pressed into the surface, reacting to her daddy’s voice. Christian beamed with pride and rested a hand over the same spot, hoping to feel the baby’s movement. “You gave mommy a pretty rough time last night, didn’t you? I need you to give her a break tonight, okay? Let her rest a little bit.”

He glanced up at you with an amused look, and you could see a twinkle in his eye. His eyes became a little teary as he placed a soft kiss to the surface of your belly. “We already can’t wait to meet you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

Christian was going to be an incredible father—you already knew it. She hadn’t even arrived yet, and already Christian loved his little girl so fiercely and completely. You could see it, years from now, how he would do anything for his daughter. Whether it be tea parties and princess dresses or football and rough-housing in the backyard, he would be there for every moment. He would do anything for her and would protect her until his last breath.

You had to wipe a tear that slipped down your cheek at the thought, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment before you.

Moments like these reassured you of why you had never once doubted the man before you—the man you chose to marry, the man who would now be the father of your child. You already couldn’t wait to start your journey as parents, as a small family of three. It would be a hard road, sure, but it would be a road you could take with the support of Christian at your side, and there was nothing you could possibly want more.

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neverinadream · 7 months

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The Birthday Boy

Summary: Celebrations start early for the birthday boy...

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: The Kind of Love We Make - Luke Combs

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, fluff-ish, pre-established relationship, dom!christian, sub!reader, semi public, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), 'slutty' is used in relation to the reader like once, praise kink-ish, nipple play, grinding, choking, biting, fingering, i think that's it's it...not edited

Notes: if i can't give the birthday boy birthday head then i'll write some smut instead, been a while since i wrote smut. feedback is always appreciated

"I don't know if I haven't told you this already, but you look so beautiful tonight," Christian says, his arm wrapping around your waist, hand resting on your hip, after leaving your seat and plopping yourself down in his lap. He nuzzles his face into your neck, the slight shadow of a beard tickling you. "But you didn't need to do all of this for me."

"Of course, I did," you disagree, your face inches from his. Butterflies swarm your belly as you notice the amber flecks scattered within his brown eyes. "It's your birthday," you continue, pressing your hand against his chest, "and since I know you'd prefer to have us curled up on the sofa, facetiming your parents, and watching reruns of Gossip Girl, rather than dining at some Michelin star restaurant...-"

Christian interrupts you with a chuckle, breaking your chain of thoughts for barely a second; just long enough for you to allow his laugh to wash over you.

"...-I had to try and make it somewhat special for you." You look back at the table, looking back at your empty plates, the candles slowly burning, casting a soft glow across your balcony, and the wine glasses still half full with some bottle of red you had picked up earlier that day. "Even if I did burn it a little bit."

His heart thumps inside his chest knowing you had gone out of your way to do all this for him. "Still," he mumbles, moving his hand to cup your face, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip, before sliding down to your chin, "slightly burnt food or not, you've made today better than I could have ever imagined." He was never going to used to the effect you had on him.

"Now you just have competition."

He grins. "Oh yeah?"

His tone is playful, and it ignites that same familiar fire from the first night you both met, when a tipsy and overly confident Christian had challenged the only person in the room who had yet to crack a smile to a game of beer pong.

"It's not that I don't trust your ability to make my birthday special," you shrug your shoulders, "but I think this will be pretty hard to top."

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

Your eyes are locked, and a searing heat fills your chest with anticipation of his next move as Christian leans closer. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip, being careful not to smudge your lipstick. "Beautiful," he says, simple and effective to make your breathing heavier, your chest brushing against his with each exhale.

His lips finally meet yours after what feels like an eternity. They are soft as ever, like a pillow you can sink into, and you whimper into his mouth as you sink further into his hold.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in tighter as his hand cups your cheek. His touch makes your heart thump harder, each caress soft and attentive to make you as comfortable as possible, and soon enough, you start to feel the first flicker of fire licking through your veins as he deepens the kiss, his tongue prying your mouth open. He moans at your taste, cock twitching in his pants as he completely consumes you. His reaction has heat shooting through your middle and throbs at your centre.

You break apart, temporarily disrupting the kiss to straddle him, your centre coming to rest directly on his lap. Both of you groan as you settle your weight, a grin pinching the corners of your lips as he pushes his hips up into you. He's hard and thick below you.

"What time are your parents calling?" You ask, rocking your hips forward, the length of his cock pressing against you.

He lifts his wrist, checking his watch for the time. "In like twenty minutes," he mumbles, settling his hands on your hips, guiding your movement as you work up a rhythm.

You use your hands to drag his face to yours. "Then we better make this quick."

"No need to rush," he says, lips moving down the column of your neck. He bites, sucks and kisses you, and whilst you're sure they'll be something there for his parents to see later, you can't find it in you to care. It was his birthday. If he wanted to mark every inch of your body, you would let him. "We can start now," he grazes his teeth against your jaw, "and finish it later."

"I don't want you to be too exhausted tomorrow-"

"Don't worry about me, princess," he interrupts you, the bridge of his nose slowly turning pink, "just worry about doing something for me, okay?"

Your head falls back, allowing him more access to your neck. "A-Anything," you stutter, heat licking up your neck as you grow flustered from the desperation so clear in your voice.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the spot of skin beneath your ear. "Make a mess on my lap," he whispers, his voice so deep in your ear that it has your pussy clenching around emptiness. You moan approvingly at his filthy mouth, your wetness dampening the lace beneath your red dress, and your clit throbbing as he pushes his hardened length against you. "Grind that pretty pussy on me until you're dripping through whatever slutty underwear you have on under this dress," he continues, "I want you messy for me, baby, I want to feel you through my jeans."

You loop your arms around his shoulders, slamming your lips against his, letting his tongue explore your mouth as you continue to chase your high. You could feel his cock growing more rigid with each roll of your hips, and it sent a rush of confidence through you knowing you were the only one who got to make him feel this way.

"So fucking pretty for me," he mumbles, breathless as he pulls apart.

His gaze soaks in your smudged lipstick and hooded eyes, grinning as you lock your eyes together. His hands move from your hips, sliding the straps down your shoulders, and pulling your breasts free as he tugs the front down. Your nipples pebble from the evening chill and you whimper as he takes one of them into his mouth, tongue swirling and teeth grazing against the tip.

"Do you like getting off on my lap, baby?" He asks, pinching your nipple as he releases it from his mouth. His length pulses and you suck in a gasp as it nudges and slides against your slit. "I only ask because you feel fucking amazing grinding on my cock," he twists your nipple, groaning as you bite down on his shoulder. You were trying to stop yourself from being too loud. After all, the balcony of your apartment wasn't exactly secluded from the rest of the neighbours.

Something hot coils in the base of your stomach and Christian's eyes flare as you reach to move his hand around your neck. "Please, Christian," you whimper, pressing his fingers in, wanting him to squeeze.

"Dirty, dirty girl," his fingers grip your throat tighter and he thrusts his hips, pulling a cry, sort of like a mewl, from your lips, "wanting me to choke you so you can cum." You moan, your cunt fluttering around nothing, desperately needing to be filled, as pleasure rushes through your bloodstream. "Is that it, baby?" He pulls you in by the throat, pressing his body firmly against yours. "Do you need me to squeeze your throat until you're on the edge?"

"Please," you choke, forcing it out.

He picks you up, knocking his wine glass over, the deep red spilling across the table as he drops you onto the edge. You go to turn your head but he stops you, forcing you to look up at him. "Forget about it," he forces your legs wide, hiking up your dress until it's bunched around your middle, "just focus on me. You can do that, can't you?"

You force your head to move, his touch like gasoline increasing the blaze that surged through your veins.

He grins. "Good girl."

His hand skims over your centre, the pads of his fingers running along the front of your underwear. Your hips buck, pushing into his hand as he finds your clit through the soaked material. "Look at all this mess," he tuts, pulling your underwear to the side, taking a look for himself. He licked his lips. Your wetness glistened on every part he looked. "She's just begging for me to kiss it," he purrs, your body jolting as he strokes his finger through your slit, ghosting over your clit, "needs me to look after her because you got her all messy."

He smears his finger against the seem of your lips, coating your mouth in your wetness. "Taste good, don't you, baby?" He licks your lips, tasting your juices off your own mouth. "It's a shame I'll have to wait to get a proper taste."

His hand is back at your core, spreading your lips open with two fingers, the chilled air finding your swollen clit making you gasp. "Watch 'em, baby," he instructs, circling his fingers at your entrance, the anticipation of them filling you makes your stomach clench, "watch how easily they disappear." You pan your eyes down and watch his two fingers push into your cunt, your back arching and hips bucking at their intrusion. He pulls them out, a sheen of your juices coating them. "She's so pretty with two of my fingers deep inside her," he purrs, pushing them back inside until he meets resistance.

Your hand flies up and wraps around his wrist, his forearm tensing under your palm, the veins protruding underneath his skin. "That's it," you choke out, moaning as your clit throbs and pulsates under his thumb. He applies more pressure, stroking it in hard circles. His fingers curl inside you, making your eyes roll and your vision rim black as they brush against the right spot. "Gonna cum-..."

He watches your mouth open in a silent scream, and continues to pump his fingers, scissoring them to stretch and fill up more space. Your inner walls clench tight around them, milking them like they would his cock, and it pulses with just the thought of it occurring later tonight. He might have taken you here on this balcony if he didn't have the incoming phone call from his parents.

"That's it; give it to me," his breath coats your face, fingers softening around your throat, leaving kisses along your jaw, "give it all to me." Satisfaction burrows deep inside your chest like a blanket of warmth wrapping tightly around you, and you slump your head against his shoulder, sucking in deep breaths as you try to catch it. "Such a good girl," he whispers sweetly into your ear, pulling the front of your dress up and fixing the straps.

Blowing out a breath, you lift your chin and look up at him. "Any chance you can't push the phone call back by like at least another thirty minutes?" You cheekily ask, fingers playing with the belt loops on his jeans.

A laugh rattles around his chest, his smile bright and wide. "Unfortunately not." He moves your hands, wrapping your arms around his middle before your hands can wonder.

"Fine," you pout, "but I get to make the birthday boy cum next."

Christian dips to find your mouth, humming as the taste of you still lingers on your lips. "Already looking forward to it."

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riahollywood · 3 months

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the lucky one | christian pulisic

notes: just a whole load of fluff that i wrote when feeling like absolute shite at the weekend. enjoy 🥰

the shooting pain in your lower stomach awoke you from your slumber, shifting your lower body in the bed and clenching your eyes shut as you waited for the particularly bad pain to settle down.

you picked up your phone and after seeing no notifications unlocked it to go into your conversation with christian, your lips forming a pout when you noticed the message had still not been delivered.

after being together for a couple of months, you had spent many a lazy day bundled up under the covers of christian’s cosy bed. whilst you much preferred your boyfriend to be cuddled up with you, staying wrapped up under the luxurious duvet on his cloud-like mattress sounded like the much better option for your period pains compared to the basic set up you had at your uni accommodation.

it had been easy making the decision to bail on uni for the day, deciding to stay put till your pains eased up and you made any attempt to drive home.

knowing christian would be worried when he returned from his training session to his apartment and saw your car still parked where it had been when he left hours ago, you managed to type out a quick message letting him know you were blowing off your classes and hoping to sleep the pain off a little longer.

upon hearing the rattle of christian’s keys unlocking the front door, your concerns about worrying him were soon confirmed as you heard him shout your name as soon as the door closed.

“‘m here.” you called out weakly, knowing there was little point as he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

noticing the lounge and kitchen untouched from when he left earlier that morning, christian rushed down the corridor to his bedroom, his heart racing in his chest when he saw the bedroom door closed. just how he had left it earlier so he would not wake you when leaving.

he swung back the door, his heart twinging in his chest when he saw you cuddled up on his side of the bed, pale face resting on his pillows that carried his musky smell, able to bring you a little bit of comfort through the pain. your cheeks were flushed and stray hairs clinging onto your clammy forehead, worrying christian immensely.

you managed to lift your head slightly to take in christian’s appearance, that familiar warm, fuzzy feeling overcoming you as you looked him up and down. he had clearly had a shower at training, his fluffy curls looking fresh whilst he was dressed in grey jogging bottoms and his black puffer coat, clearly in too much of a rush to check you were okay to take it off.

“baby, are you okay?” he rushed over to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed and cradling your pale face in his large hand.

“‘m okay, i just- i have the worst cramps and i just wanted to stay in your bed all morning. i’m sorry, i did try to message you, i’m not sure why it wouldn’t send.”

christian’s heart swelled at your words. he felt awful knowing you were in pain and there was little he could do about it, but knowing you felt safe in his space, that you felt comfortable enough to just stay there, that made him so happy.

too caught up in his mind, when he didn’t reply, you started to get a little worried.

“you- you don’t mind that i stayed, do you?” feeling your already pink cheeks burning as concern filled you. he had been at training all morning after all, the last thing he probably wanted was to come back to you moping about. “i’m sorry, i can go if it’s a probl-“

christian furrowed his brows, shaking his head. “no y/n, i-, i’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to stay.”

you matched his smile before a particularly painful cramp took over. the discomfort on your face made christian’s heart ache.

“is it bad?” he asked softly and you nodded. “stay here, i’ll be back in a minute.” he planted a soft kiss to your forehead making your heart swell.

in that moment christian was grateful he had grown up with a close relationship with his sister, feeling fairly confident he knew what to do to ease your pain as much as possible. he hurried around, not wanting to leave you waiting too long. preparing a hot water bottle before grabbing a cold bottle of water and some pills from the cupboard.

when he returned, you all but melted at how thoughtful he was.

after gladly accepting the water and pills, christian stayed stood next to the bed, unsure on his next move. “is there anything else i can do to help?” he racked his brain for what his sister would do when she was suffering. should he get you some chocolate? ice cream? or was that all a cliche. he remembered his sister throwing up sometimes. would that just make it worse?

a dazy smile took over your face. despite the pain, you couldn’t help but soften at the sweetness of your boyfriend. “i think a cuddle would help.”

he gladly obliged, slipping himself under the duvet and settling down before immediately opening his arms up for you to fall into his chest.

christian was quick to wrap one of his arms around your body, the other reaching to reposition the hot water bottle, holding it to rest on your lower stomach.

“is that okay, sweetheart?” he moved his other hand to stroke softly back and forth at your hip just above where your pyjama shorts sat.

“mhm.” you let out a satisfied sigh, the warmth from the hot water bottle immediately providing you with a little relief. you managed to edge yourself closer to christian and tangle your legs with his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“you want to try sleep it off?” he asked and you just nuzzled yourself further into his chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat and being wrapped up in his arms settling you.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you lifted your head up slightly to look at christian, your insides bubbling at how beautiful he looked. his dark honey eyes staring into yours, the freckles scattered across his face, his rosey pink lips turned upwards into a smile at your words.

he hummed, leaning down and brushing his soft lips against your forehead once more.

“i think it’s the other way around, sweetheart.”

you shook your head, grinning as his hand slipped up the back of your pyjama top to rest on the small of your back, the feel of his cold hands on your burning up body welcomed.

“i’m definitely the lucky one.” you grinned till a further pain erupted in your lower tummy, causing you to clentch your eyes shut and let out a small groan.

christian’s expression dropped seeing you in pain.

“come on, let’s have a nap, see if you can sleep it off, baby.”

you nodded, resting your head back against his chest and closing your eyes, gladly accepting his embrace as you managed to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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aresverse · 1 year

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MORE THAN YOU’LL EVER KNOW

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Christian Pulisic x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Although your relationship with Christian was fairly new, you didn’t want to go a single moment without letting him know how much you care about him.

testing the waters with posting fics on here, just want to see how it goes! so, if you enjoy, thank you :).

I do not own this gif.

“No, that doesn’t look right.” You murmured, sighing in frustration quietly as you tried to rearrange the pillows and blankets that you gathered on the floor.

The lights were shut off, with the only source of brightness coming from the scented candles that you had finally lit, filling the room with an incomparable ambiance that you’d hope would relax Christian and ease him into being back home after the World Cup. He informed you hours prior that his flight would landing soon, and though he didn’t let you know when he’d be home, you had a hunch that it was any time now, leaving you to worry about the presentation of your surprise.

The pillows and blankets you took from upstairs now laid neatly on the wood floor, as you create your own version of fort, seeing that you were pressed for time. Beyond the scent of the candle followed the dinner that sat on the stove, cooking on low heat, but you could smell the spices even in the living room. You grabbed the remote, quickly opening the Disney+ app on the television, and searched for the only movie that you couldn’t get Christian to not talk about any hour of the day.

Despite the fact that the two of you had only been dating for three months, it felt longer. Even though the distance liked to interfere, Christian never stopped it from getting in the middle of your relationship, and in all that time, it only brought you closer. He was an open book, the kind to bare it all with nothing to hide, and you found out more about him than you thought you would; beyond how he liked to sleep, but the little things that could turn his day around in an instant if he was unhappy, what made him tick, but also what made him feel loved.

Once you had gotten the living room set up, a smile tugged at your lips, relieved that the stressful part was over. Just as you had finished setting the plates, carefully portioning his plate to his liking as you remembered, and set them down onto the coffee table, you could hear the key to his front door being inserted and the locks shifting. You quickly rubbed your hands off on your pants before walking to the door as fast as you could, wanting him to see you first before anything else.

The front door opened, and the smile on your face never faltered, only growing larger as you were finally face-to-face with him. Christian didn’t skip a beat, quickly pulling you into his arms as he murmured about how much he missed you. His hands laid at the small of your back, nose nuzzling against yours before his lips fell onto your lips, moving passionately.

“I missed you so much.” Christian breathed against your lips, his lips pressing another soft peck onto yours before pulling away to look at you. “You look beautiful, baby.”

He smiled at how coy you reacted, your head falling into his chest. “Stop making me blush.” You muffled against his sweater. His index finger tucked underneath your chin, lifting your head up just to shake his head at you, mouthing a clear “no”.

The two of you walked further into his home, only until he stopped in his tracks at the sight of the living room, looking back at you then back after noticing what you had done. “Surprise!” You beamed, the grin on your face larger than the last as you took his hand in yours.

“You did this for me?” Christian questioned in shock, taking slow steps forward as he looked at the blankets and pillows on the ground, the delicious home cooked meal that he couldn’t wait to scarf down, and the Monster’s Inc. movie that was waiting for him to press play on. With only a nod from you, he couldn’t resist pulling you into his arms again, a loving embrace this time. Soft thank you’s emitting from his lips over and over again, and you could feel the tension release from his body the more you held him.

You pulled away from him, your thumb rubbing against his cheekbone as you felt that twist of admiration in your stomach that you always did whenever you looked at him. Your nod was soft, as were your eyes that he was always utterly mesmerized from. “You deserved to come back home to something special, Chris.” You softly said, almost as if it was no big deal, knowing that he deserved to be treated like this always and how much things like this meant to him. The three letter words danced around your tongue, too soon to say it, but you hoped that he felt it.

You guided him to the ground, beckoning him to press him play so the two of you could eat, but he was still in disbelief. You lightly pressed a kiss on his cheek, unable to contain the quiet laughter that released from your lips as you pressed play for him. Even as he ate and watched the movie, even as he settled down with his back against the couch and his tattooed arm around you, all he could do is look down at you with loving eyes—those three letter words hammering in his head this time again, more than you’ll ever know.

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

She'd had her fair share of bad relationships, two to be exact and the impact of such relationships had made her somewhat afraid to truly put herself out there, she'd attend each of her friend's weddings and cheerfully see them acquire their happiness yet had never truly thought of seeking her own due to the traumatic experience her former lovers had inflicted upon her, however - fate was watching, and in its own way, had bestowed her with a blessing of a man, someone she knew, she couldn't live out and that was Christian.

She'd met Christian through a mutual friend, Gio Reyna who introduced the two of them to one another at his party and after an initial hesitance on her part, she relented and allowed herself to finally be happy and free of the past - Christian was unlike any other man she had met, he was gentle, attentive, funny, sweet, similar to a fictional character in a book.

And the best part was, he was patient, there'd be a reason why her two relationships had ended; she wanted to wait, and it didn't sit well with them, Christian however was patient with her - had even went as far as to say that he would wait a lifetime for her.

Fast forward to a seven months in and she knew that it was now or never, she wanted to show him that she was ready, that he was the one for her - she sent him a text, seeing as he was in the States just before the start of the new season at AC Milan, asking him to come over and spend the night with her, and when he responded with an affirmation, she'd spent the day cleaning the house then making food for the two of them before she quickly got to showering and freshening up, she'd chosen a white lingerie set which hugged her figure perfectly accentuating her curvatures in all of the right places, she covered the set with an old jersey he'd given her from his last international game.

Just as she checked her reflection in the mirror, the doorbell rings, she grabs her perfume and sprints a bit on the sides of her neck then her wrists before nearly sprinting out of the bedroom to head to the front door and open it, immediately attacking her boyfriend with a hug which made him chuckle, " Looks like someone missed me "

" Of course I did, you're playing miles away from me now " She pouts.

" Aww " He cooed, " I'm sorry baby, I promise I'll make it up to you " he peppers her neck with kisses before halting midway. " You smell amazing "

She blushed, " It's the new perfume I got "

He hums while pressing more kisses to her neck before looking up and grinning. " Is there a special occasion? " he wonders with a confused smile.

She looks down then back up with a teasing glint, " Let's eat dinner first and you'll figure it out "

He grins, " Ok "

They sit down together to eat dinner, and Christian inquires about her day while she does the same with his, they finish dinner - then he offers ( or rather forces his way ) into washing the dishes with her, once they were finished with washing and drying, she grabs his hand which confuses him, " Follow me " she said with a small voice.

She leads him to her bedroom, " Babe? " he asks, " What are we doing here? "

" You've been so patient with me all these months and I ... " She swallows the lump in her throat, " I want to show you how much I love you "

" Oh baby " His gaze softens, " You don't have to ... "

" No, I want to " She pouts, shuffling closer than standing up on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips. " Please "

He nods swiftly, reaching to pull his t-shirt over his head but was stopped by her soft hands, " Let me " she whispers, she helps him tug his t-shirt over his head, then she throws it across the room and smiles. " Perfect "

He cradles her face to press a kiss to her lips then pulls back, " I think it's only fair that I help you with your t-shirt " he murmurs, swiftly tugging the material off of her, his eyes widening at the lingerie set she wore. " Fuck baby "

" You like it? " She asks shyly.

" I love it " He whispers, kissing her once again then reaching behind to unhook her bra, tossing the material with her t-shirt, he then laid her down on the bed and took his time, kissing every bit of exposed skin, he then removed his sweatpants and boxers and smiled softly, he pecks her lips and begins to tease her pussy with his digits, " My good girl " he cooed in her ear. " You're so wet for me "

He climbs up and teases her pussy with his cock, coating the tip with her arousal, he uses his hand to stroke his cock before slowly thrusting inside of her walls, " Oh baby, you're so tight " he murmurs pecking her lips, " Try to relax baby "

" It hurts " She whimpers, wrapping her arms around his neck.

" I know baby, just be patient " He groans, " Jesus "

Minutes were akin to a lifetime, and soon enough the pain subsides turning into pleasure. " Chris, please "

He sets a leisure pace, thrusting in and out of her. " You're taking my cock so well baby, you feel me inside of you? " he cooed, taking her hand to place it on top of her abdomen, " You're mine baby, after tonight. No one can touch you but me "

She moans, " I'm all yours " she nods, sloppily kissing him. " All yours baby "

He smiles, " I can feel you squeezing me, you're going to cum baby, you're going to cum for me "

" I'm close " She whimpers.

" Come on, cum for me " He whispers, nuzzling his face in her neck while his hands toyed with her breasts.

She rides through her orgasm followed by him pulling out to spill over her abdomen, " Such a good girl " he moans and kisses her neck before moving out of the bed to go to the bathroom and fetch wet cloths to clean themselves up, he then picks her up in his arms and takes her to the bathroom, he placed her on top of the marble counter while he filled up the bathtub with warm water, then he adds a bath bomb before taking her in his arms and they carefully sink into the bathtub.

She nuzzles her face in his chest, " I love you "

He smiles, " I love you too " he presses kisses to her forehead, " I'm serious, you're mine, and I'm never letting you go "

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anadiasmount · 9 months

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Hi can you do a husband christian pulisic writing where the reader is his wife and she goes to the Real Madrid vs AC Milan game at the Rose Bowl to support him and brings her and Christian kids or the reader can be expecting.

all for you - christian pulisic x reader.

summary: request above!

wc: 1,2k

hiii!! sorry if this is a bit short but here you go!!

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“Okay, Tobias. We have to get ready for Daddy’s game! You want to go right? I know dada wants you there,” you said excitedly, only watching your three-year-old smile grow wider as he jumped up and down. “Yes, Mommy! Please I want to see Dad. I miss him,” he expressed, hugging your left leg tightly. You ruffled his curls and picked him up, and him immediately hiding in the crook of your neck.

“I know baby, me too! So let’s hurry so we can go see him, and wish him the best of luck okay? Remember how I told you we had to move for daddy’s work?” you whispered bringing your hand and dragging it up and down gently across his back, feeling as he nodded when you asked the question. “Well, today we're going to see how he works okay! We need to be there for him, cheer him on, and support him and his new club.

Tobies nodded again and whispered some words of encouragement for Christian. Tobias absolutely adored his dad. Always wanting to be like him from day one. He always appreciated him when he was at home, there to comfort him after a long game or just a bad day. All the cuddles, kisses, hugs, playing in the yard with a football, going out to parks where it was private and quiet.

You appreciated the big and small moments as well. Christian loved you more than his life,, you and his son were the things that kept him living. His happiness around you mostly, as you taught him how to love himself and you. He couldn't be more grateful to have a stunning and supportive wife from day one. You never asked for a lot, but he always made sure to make you feel like you were his queen.

After bathing and changing Tobias, you set him down for his nap. Him quickly falling asleep after the long day of traveling the day before. You had so much time to get ready and plan the awaited surprise for him. You talked with him about kids, so much you were sure he was ready for this second baby. Maybe the timing was or wasn't right, but Christian is the happiest father. And you were sure he would be the happiest man alive once you told him

The US heat was always extreme, so you put your hair up in a slick back bun, taking a few pieces of hair from the sides to give it a messy look, you makeup natural as you weren't going to waste expensive products just for it to sweat off. You changed into the new AC Milan white jersey, paired with a pair of denim ripped shorts and some sneakers you loved to wear on a casual day out.

You packed your purse, along with some snacks and drinks for Tobias, knowing hell get cranky if he doesn't have them… just like his father… After making sure nothing valuable was left out, you headed downstairs to meet up with his family and some of the other wags. His mom immediately held you into a hug, super excited to have you once back in the States. His dad followed after with a polite greeting, spreading a few jokes that made you laugh.

The stadium was packed, you didn't expect it to be like this but it made you feel happy at the amount of support for both teams. Christian had a history with Madrid, the goods like beating them into the UCL final, but also when they lost terribly. You were sure he would leave his mark like he always did.

You took a seat next to his sister and mom, quickly getting into a conversation and sharing a few laughs. The game shortly started after, your gaze immediately landing on your husband, who looked too good to be true. His messy wet curls, the tattoos you loved so much, the jersey clinging onto dear life. Just as you knew, he quickly helped the team advance to the first two goals of the game, watching as he cheered and celebrated with them.

Just as you least expected it, the game resulted in a loss, after a player from Madrid scored twice, and then finally made it 3-2 lost. Sure it may have been a friendly and just for pre-season but you knew Christian would be upset, he always wanted to win no matter what. It was the trait you and he had in common, being competitive. Tobias was happy either way, wanting to just hug him and tell him he was proud. Your baby boy.

You walked down to the fields where he was looking around for you. You told him earlier you didn't feel good, so he began to get scared when you didn't show up with his family. He indulged them with hugs, and you sneakily stood back as his gaze kept wandering for you. You even heard him say, “Where Y/n? Did she come?” which made you laugh and give in. His eyes lit up at you and his son, who were behind him for the whole time.

He picked Tobias up, feeling as the small boy cuddle into him, “Hi Toby, what did you think of the game?” He quickly conversed, hearing his son let out his opinions of the game and even how he played. Smart just like him. He placed him on his hip and grabbed your face gently giving you a kiss. He rested his forehead against yours, already feeling your comfort. “How are you feeling?” you asked.

“I feel great. I don't as much for the loss, but knowing I helped the team contribute to goals is an amazing feeling,” he said hugging your waist as you walked around the field together, thanking fans. It's the only time you were public as a family, enjoying the privacy a bit more. “I’m happy for you baby. You’re going have to score more goals for the three of us now,” you said with a smirk, slowly revealing the surprise pregnancy.

Christian completely stopped and looked at you with wide eyes. “Three of us? What do you mean?” he asked, kind of already knowing the answer. “It means that, by next year, you’ll have another baby cheering you on from wherever you are,” you said. He sat Tobias down, who quickly went on to play with a football nearby. “There’s no way… We’re going to have another baby?” he asked holding your face with both hands. All you could do with nod before he picked you up and spun you around.

He laughed and set you down, quickly kissing you, over and over again. “Christian! Okay, I get it, baby,” you giggled, gripping his biceps. “I'm sorry but I just love you so much! Thank you Y/n. For making me and Tobias the luckiest people alive. This small family we both created is all ive wanted, and thanks to you. I am able to be the person I am,” Christian admitted, making your pregnancy hormones go crazy, letting a few tears out. You hugged him tight, kissing his jaw and neck, wanting him to feel the love back. “You’re welcome, Christian.”

“Daddy! And Mommy! I want a baby sister!”

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first timer - c.pulisic

masterlist

requested: n

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

prompt: just lie back and let me take care of you.

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of nudity + mentions of oral + hints of a part two(?)

a/n: this had me smiling writing this 🫣

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you’ve never been intimate with anyone before you met Christian. he was physical with his love, and he never pushed your boundaries, but it was starting to get ridiculous how much you stopped him from going too far.

your friends nagged you constantly for not being able to put out, ever. they were always telling you he would get bored and find somebody else worth his time. but the truth was Christian didn’t mind the wait, he wanted to do whatever you wanted whenever you were ready. it amazed you that there was a man out there who truly wasn’t just trying to get in your pants and then leave you.

when you first had the conversation, it made Christian smile at how innocent you were. of course, he understood how important it was to a woman to find the perfect guy to do it with, so he offered to be that guy whenever you wanted, and tonight you were finally taking up that offer.

you had gained a lot of courage to ask him that evening—even though him being your boyfriend and all it shouldn’t have—but there you lie watching him undress and slip on a condom.

“you can back out whenever, okay? just say stop and I will.” he climbed onto the bed where your naked body lay exposed. this was the first time he ever saw all of you, and he couldn’t believe how breathtaking you were under all those clothes. he wished for this to have happened a lot sooner than allowing his imagination to take control.

“is there anything you need from me?” you asked nervously playing with the necklace around your neck watching him get in position. you could feel the anxiety and adrenaline bubbling in your stomach, you were unsure what to feel.

“just lie back and let me take care of you.” was all he said before his lips crashed against yours receiving a hard passionate kiss. your hands wrapped around the nape of his neck, moving down to his back your finger nails gently dug into his skin.

“I need you to open your legs for me.” his demand was gentle, but still firm and you did what he asked. his hands ran up and down your thighs before grabbing your legs and yanking your body closer to his.

“this might hurt, but I promise it won’t be long.” you lie there nodding your head having no idea what to expect, until you felt the tip of his cock enter in your entrance and a gasp escaped your lips at the pain. you weren’t sure how people could find pleasure in this.

“ssh, I know.” he whispered, beginning with a couple of short quick strokes to help you get used to the feeling of him, before deciding to go a little bit further. he saw how your face scrunched and relaxed each time he went a little further, he loved the little moans and gasps he was receiving from you.

“feel okay?” he asked, watching you open your eyes and nod your head. you could hardly breathe because you were met with pleasure and pain. you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to make it until he found your clit and his tip flicked it just right letting cum meet the plastic around his cock.

“good girl.” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck before finally pulling out and deciding he had one more trick up his sleeve before calling it a night. his lips moved down your body until he got to your thighs where the nibbling began. you could feel the prickles of his facial hair against your warm wet skin allowing a moan to escape your lips. he felt so good against you.

his tongue lapped your folds hearing you moan his name tugging on his curls. he made sure to clean up the cum that was left down there, he couldn’t believe how sweet you tasted.

the sensation and chills running down your body felt good. you couldn’t believe how much more pleasurable this act was. it had you screaming for more and he listened to those demands.

your legs weren’t the only thing shaking, your breath was uneasy and your heart was pounding out of its cavity. you were ready to come a second time, but you weren’t sure Christian would want that, “can I?” you asked, the words barely escaping your mouth trying hard to not let it out.

“go ahead, baby.” his mouth was there to catch most of it before he decided to get up and grab a towel he placed on your nightstand.

“good job, you feel better?” he asked pressing a soft kiss to your forehead watching your shaking body grow comfortable against the bed again. all you could do was nod in response, there were no words to describe how thankful you were for him.

“next time, I’ll teach you how to make me cum.”

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