#christian pulisic fanfic
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True, But My Bed Is Closer
Summary: Christian struggles to find the right words when asking you to stay over for the first time.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope - but the idea comes from something @pulisicsgirl said yesterday 🫶🏻
Warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, neighbour x neighbour, sommelier!reader, consumption of alcohol, talks of alcohol, i'm not a sommelier and far from ever being a wine expert so if something is wrong just ignore it, not edited, rushed ending
Notes: i don't know what this is and truth be told, i don't like the ending 🫣 anyway, hopefully you enjoy it. feedback is always appreciated and requests are open
"That can't be true."
"And I'm telling you it is," you reply, dropping your hands into your lap, "remember, which one of us is the expert here?"
Christian shakes his head, laughing light-heartedly as he reaches for the bottle of wine. The bottle was stained black, the type that came with a cork, and the label was printed in gold lettering. The company's logo stood out to him the most when he was trying to find the right bottle. It resembled a wax stamp, with a crest printed in the centre. He topped off both of your glasses, emptying the bottle of its very last drop, before passing you your glass.
"Cat pee?" He watches you take a sip, subtly glancing at your mouth as you lower your glass and lick your lips. "I don't believe you."
"Okay, maybe I've exaggerated a little, but-" A giggle bubbles in the back of your throat as you watch him playfully roll his eyes. "-but-! It did smell like cat piss." You take another sip, scrunching your nose as you remember the smell.
"And people liked it?"
You nod your head, cradling the glass between your hands. "It won awards."
"Do I even dare to ask how much a bottle of 'Le Cat Pee' costs?" Christian asks, draping his arm over the back of his couch, turning himself to face you. He kept his glass steady in his other hand, occasionally lifting it to take a sip.
"Not unless you want me to phone for an ambulance because you've gone into cardiac arrest." His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, a droplet of wine dribbling down his chin as he takes a sip. You pretend you don't see it, hiding your smile behind your glass. "It's not the most expensive wine on our list though," you mumble, taking a quick sip, "we have bottles on that list that cost nearly a thousand euros, if not more, and there a people who are far too happy to pay for them. Sometimes I want to tell them they're stupid for buying bottles that expensive, but you know what they say, the customer is always right."
"Jeez," he blows out hot air and nods to the bottle at his side, "and I thought I was paying too much for that bottle."
You set your glass down on his coffee table, making sure to rest it carefully on the coaster and replace it with the empty bottle. You knew about the company that made it, even visited the vineyard where the grapes grew last summer, when you wanted to introduce more local wines to the list. You and Eva, a waitress with a bubbly personality who always wore bright pink lipstick, and aspired to be a sommelier, had spent the afternoon touring the vineyard with the owner's eldest son, Edoardo, quickly getting tipsy on samples of wine and giggling at Edoardo's terrible jokes.
It was a family-run business, spanning back multiple generations, making it perfect for a family-run restaurant. But the owner's oldest thought differently, putting an end to your idea before it could even be considered.
"The labels are all made by machines now," you say, sitting the bottle back down, "but, originally, they used to put actual wax stamps on the bottles."
He chuckles, running his thumb delicately over the curve of your shoulder, drifting up the base of your neck. "Of course, you know that."
"Sorry," you apologise, looking down at your lap, "sometimes I can't turn it off." You knew not everyone cared about the history of wine, no matter how fascinating you thought it to be.
"Don't." He dips, kissing your shoulder and then your neck, breathing in the sweet sugary scent of your perfume, before drawing back to look at you. There was a slight red tinge to your bottom lip from the red wine you had been drinking. He was itching to reach out and run his thumb against it, but settled for leaning his head against his hand instead. "I like it." You give him a shy smile. "You're too smart for the likes of me."
"Oh, I don't know," you shrug your shoulders, glancing up at him, "you're pretty smart too."
"I'm pretty," he cracks a joke, making you giggle, "but I don't know if I'm smart too."
"Seriously?" You snort. "I've been here two years, Christian, and I make a fool of myself every time I try to speak Italian. Just the other week, I think I offered a threesome to a man and his wife." You scrunch your face and groan, remembering it like it had happened yesterday.
Christian had to agree, laughing quietly under his breath. You had as much grace with the Italian language as an elephant did performing ballet.
"But you've been here, what, eight or nine months and it's already like your seventh spoken language."
"Fourth spoken language," he corrects, putting his glass aside to take your hand. He slips his fingers through yours, his chest swelling when you squeeze around them. "But who's even counting?"
He lifts your joined hands and kisses the back of your hand, his lips lingering against the warmth of your skin, before lowering them a second later. A chance encounter on the stairs seven months ago had led to what was probably the best four months of his life. And you couldn't agree more.
You never thought you find someone who you could trust after the messy relationship you had with your ex, James, but Christian had yet to prove he wasn't worthy of that trust. He listened to you when you talked, clung to every word you had to say, made you laugh, made you smile, but importantly he made you feel seen.
"Did you always know you wanted to be a sommelier?"
You shake your head. "No, I didn't even know it was a thing until I was like nineteen. I wanted to own and manage a hotel."
He looked surprised. "Seriously?"
You pull your joined hands onto your lap, using your free hand to trace lines on the back of his hand. "My dad was a concierge and, even though it wasn't allowed, he'd sometimes take me to work with him. To a six-year-old, that hotel lobby was like paradise."
He watched your eyes light up as you recounted the memories of dressing up in parts of an old uniform, standing next to your dad as he greeted guests. The sleeves were always too long for your arms and the hat kept falling into your eyes, but it never stopped you from trying to copy your dad. Growing up, all your friends wanted to be a pop star or an athlete, but you just wanted to be like your dad.
"I would make myself dizzy in the revolving doors, run up and down the giant staircase, terrorise the grouchy receptionist," you giggle, your smile softening as you spoke about your dad again, "But, when it was time to leave, my dad would pick me up onto his hip and he would always say, 'Bug, one day, I'll have a hotel much grander than this.'"
"Bug?"
Your face flushes and you present him with a smile. "Yes, Bug."
"So?" He lifted his head off his hand and stretched his arm back across the couch. "Did your dad get his hotel?"
He fakes a gasp. "My girlfriend is a dropout?"
"No," you shake your head, "he got ill, so he took early retirement instead; he and Mum have just finished their second cruise. He now wants to visit as many countries as he can, dragging my poor mother with him." You release his hand and reach forward for your glass, taking a sip. "So, anyway, I decided I'd go to uni, maybe try and get a degree in hotel management. But by the end of the first year, I realised I no longer shared the same dream as my dad."
"Your-?" You wipe your mouth, nearly spitting a mouthful of wine back into your glass. He had caught you off guard, calling you his girlfriend. "Uh, yes," you decide not to fuss over it, "your girlfriend is a dropout."
"So, let me guess," he shuffles closer, bumping his knee against yours, "you backpacked your way through Europe, where you fell madly in love with some guy you met in France - no, Amsterdam - who wore sandals and rode a bicycle?"
"Not even close," you giggle, taking another sip, thinking that would've been more fun than having to deal with George. "I moved back home, got a job in a restaurant and hoped I'd wake up one day knowing what I was meant to do."
You tell him about the first sommelier you had met, a tall, lanky fifty-something-year-old man, with thinning, white hair and a constant smell of whiskey on his breath. At best, he was a functioning alcoholic, who snuck quick swigs of whatever was open behind the bar when no one was looking. He slacked heavily on his duties, sometimes showing up to work halfway through the dinner service. And when he did show up, he snapped at the waiters for offering customers the wrong wines.
"One night, we were serving a brand new menu, just trialling out a few new dishes, and George never showed. He wasn't answering his phone and none of us had the time to go by his apartment, so I did the next best thing - I broke into his locker."
Christian tilted his head, stifling a laugh. "That was the next best thing?" He challenges you. "To break into someone's locker?"
"He kept his notebook in there," you explain, leaning over to set the glass back down, the last bits of wine swirling around the bottom, "except his handwriting was terrible, even worse than yours, and I had to guess most of the pairings. I did the best I could with what I had. The night was still a mess, and George got me fired for damaging his property, but I liked it." There it was again, Christian noted, as the same light from earlier twinkled in your eyes. "I liked slipping into the role of a sommelier, trying to bullshit the customers the best that I could. It was fun."
He slipped his arm around your waist and caught a glimpse of his watch, his chest sinking when he saw how late it was. "I'm glad you found your thing," he mumbles, pushing the sadness down. He brushed his lips gently against your hairline, humming as you leaned into him.
"So am I," you agree, not wanting to imagine your life without a hundred different bottles of wines all bouncing around your head.
You prided yourself on knowing the difference between a white wine from France and one from Italy. You liked being able to tell people about the grape that was used to make the wine they were drinking, even if they particularly didn't care. You knew red wine went best with a stake, that sparkling wine went best with fried seafood, and that champagne was once much lighter and pinkish in colour.
You were a nerd for all things wine related and you loved it.
You loved that it brought you to Milan and that Milan brought Christian to you.
Christian looks back at his watch, the soft ticking acting as a reminder that your time together was coming quickly to an end. Soon Christian would be leaving for Texas, taking him away from Milan for a week or so, and you would be leaving for a two-week stay in Inverness to help an old friend plan an event for some prestige wine society.
"It's getting late..."
"I know," you sigh, tipping your head back to look at him, "but I guess it's a good thing I only live across the hall." You stay rooted to your spot and Christian shows no signs of getting up. "Means I don't have far to travel," you whisper, drumming your fingers against your lap.
"True," he hums, settling his hand on top of yours, bringing your drumming fingers to a halt, "but my bed is closer."
Your mouth opened and closed, a broken hum and an, "oh," being all you could muster up.
"Shit-!" You watch as he scrunches his nose, the peeks of his cheeks quickly turning an embarrassing shade of pink. "I'm sorry," he groans over the giggle that slipped past your lips, your hand flying up to quickly catch it. "I swear that sounded a lot better in my head," he nervously laughs, turning to look at you, "I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that."
"It's okay," you nod your head, giving him a small smile, "and technically you are right; your bed is closer than my apartment."
He tries not to smile too much, playing it off as calmly as the fluttering in his chest would allow. "Yeah?" His voice cracks, but saves himself with a quick cough. "You sure? What if you find out I'm a terrible sleeper or that I snore too loudly?"
You shrug your shoulders and reach for the last of your wine. "Who's to say I won't be the one snoring loudly?"
He chuckles, picking up his glass and polishing off what remains, using his knuckle to wipe the corner of his mouth clean. "No, you don't look like a snorer," he says, resting his head back against his hand, "you look more like a talker. I'll probably wake up to you talking about wax stamps on wine bottles." You smile at him for remembering your silly little wine fact. "Do you want to open another bottle or...?"
You shake your head, feeling like you had hit your wine limit for the night. Any more and you might just consider turning this night into a night of firsts and not just a first.
"Then do you want to go to bed?" He asks, taking your glass and discarding it with his to the coffee table.
"I would love that."
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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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Football Fields & Race Tracks
Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Warnings: f1 x football cause why not, don’t need f1 knowledge to read, reader drives for redbull (in max’s place sorry max fuckers), flirting, secret relationships, allusions to sex/sexual themes/innuendos, open ended promises, chris is a little old fashioned in some ways, alcohol and the consumption of, podiums and wins, a little PDA, mason and recee are their #1 supporters, hard launch babeyyyyy
Word Count: 4.6k
Author’s Note: all my patriotism disappears when I see this man. I dug this old idea out of my notes in honour of the concacaf win <3 // also this gif has nothing to do with this fic but he looks so sexy I had too use it.
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The paddock was packed; fans, crews, drivers, families and celebrities. Amongst the ranks of Monaco, Miami and Austin, Silverstone gets a massive influx of celebrities in the paddock. Considering it was a Saturday, you were shocked to see so many of them. Sundays were usually their day, they come in and take a few pictures then post them like they’ve been fans of the sport for years.
This was a big weekend for you, it was the last race before the summer break and you were ahead of your teammate, Checo, by 12 points. If you won this race, it would put you ahead going into the break. You had scored pole position, making it a little easier for you tomorrow but your focus was on the race and prepping for it.
At least it was until someone shouted your name from the Williams’ garage. The American accent was evident but you knew that voice all too well. You looked over to see none other than Christian.
You smiled, waving to the man as you walked over on your way back from the media pen.
“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a quick hug. You smiled, “what are you doing here?” You asked, clearly confused.
He looks over in the direction of Logan, “supporting my fellow American, duh.” He laughs, earning an eye roll from you.
“Wrong blue team, Christian.”
Christian laughed once again, his hand resting on your back. “Let me walk you back?”
You nodded, the two of you headed on the long walk back to the RedBull garage. The simple touch of his hand on your back brought you immense comfort during such a stressful weekend, he knew as much as well; hence why he chose to surprise you, letting you focus on getting pole position.
Christian’s hand cemented its place for the entirety of the walk, the two of you chatting as you made your way down. The sight of you two didn’t turn heads, you both ran in familiar circles and you worked with the same charities so it was normal to see you two together.
What everyone failed to figure out was that you two were a couple and had been for two, almost three years.
It was quiet and lowkey, you supported each other from afar in public and made up for the love in private. Most of your off time is spent with family and friends so when you two vanish off socials, no one thinks otherwise. There has been an occasional pap photo of you two being a little too friendly but nonetheless, you were both young athletes who barely had time to date so yet again, no one really gives it much thought.
The two of you stop in front of the RedBull garage, a few of the mechanics seem to have recognized him and were coming over to say hello. You see them coming over and wrap up your conversation with the player.
“I’ll see you around?” You asked.
He nods and gives you a quick hug. “I’ll see you tonight,” he whispers, his hand wandering down your back and there’s a soft squeeze on your hip before he lets you go.
You smile at the men rushing over, giving them their time with the Chelsea player before walking off. Your heart skipped a beat like you were a teenage girl when you thought about him, every part of your body aching for the man you called yours.
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Christian has some sort of a pull over you, a few whispers and a promise to make sure you woke up on time and you were in his bed; clothes scattered across the room, dinner left on the coffee table half eaten and now cold.
His tattooed arm over your torso, his chest to your back as you traced over the various patterns on his arm with your manicured finger. His lips trailed along your bare shoulder, a kiss with each movement.
It wasn’t often you two got to do this, no pressure for the time being.
“Are you nervous?” He asks; and there's the pressure again.
You huffed, sitting up a bit and pulling the fluffy white comforter over your chest. “Yes and no.”
He propped his head up on the palm of his hand as he looked to you, waiting for an explanation.
“Yes, I'm nervous because I need the points to be sure I'm ahead going into the break but also no, because I've raced this circuit a million times, I could do it in my sleep. There’s no actual reason to be worried, unless we get a sudden influx of rain.” You laughed, passing a hand through Christian’s knotted curls.
“I’m certain you’ll be amazing tomorrow, baby. Knock on wood.” He reached up and tapped his knuckles to the wooden headboard.
You smiled, leaning down to give him a kiss.
His support meant the world to you, you knew he watched the sessions when he could and he always sent you a good luck text before every one. You did the same for him, a good luck text before each game and you watched every game you could, even if that meant you were up at odd hours, fighting the urge to sleep just to see your boyfriend kick a ball around for 90 minutes.
Both of you watched the sessions after if you missed them for whatever reason.
You didn’t exactly have a normal relationship during your respective seasons, you just hoped you were in a similar time zone so you could actually FaceTime at normal hours and eat a meal together.
Speaking of food, your boyfriend sat up. “I’m starving, room service?”
“Yes please, we didn’t exactly finish dinner.” You reached for his shirt and pulled it on.
Christian had a wicked smile on his face, “I mean, I did eat didn’t I?”
You rolled your eyes, throwing a pillow at him. “Don’t be gross.”
“That’s not what you were saying when I was eating y-” you cut him off, a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Christian licks the palm of your hand, you pull away with a fake gag before you wipe your hand on his back. He ordered the room service and got up, walking to the wardrobe. “What should I wear tomorrow ?” He asked, searching through his clothes.
His words passed through one ear and out the other, you lazed on the bed and watched your boyfriend; his muscles flexing in his back as he moved the hangers, the lack of clothes left you with much to fawn over and you mentally cursed him for putting boxers on but you digressed.
“I can feel you staring,” he tells you as he turns to you with two shirts.
You smiled, “it’s called admiring actually but okay.”
Christian nods, pretending like he believed you and held up the shirts again. “Which one?”
You point towards the navy blue with your foot. “My team colours of course.”
He hums, hanging it back up. “Of course.” He made his way back over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “You okay?” You asked, looking over at him.
Christian turned, smiling at you. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“I do,” you smiled, reaching for his hand. “I love you too.”
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The arm over your waist held you in bed, your phone buzzing as you reached for it, eyes still closed for the moment.
The time read 10:32am and you sat up, thinking that can’t be right. The clock on the nightstand confirmed the time and you jumped out of the bed. You were supposed to be up at least an hour ago because you had a meeting at 11:30.
Christian opens his eyes, confused with your swearing as you stubbed your toe on the edge of the bed when you picked up your shorts.
“What’s going on?” He asks, voice laced with sleep and rubbing his eyes.
“I’m soooo late,” you groan, getting redressed as quickly as possible. Chris glanced at the clock and sat up, “oh my god, I'm so sorry baby. I said I was gonna wake you up.”
“We slept through the alarms, Chris.”
He pouts, reaching for you as you look around for your shoes. “Two minutes,” he begged, reaching for you.
You shook your head, “I have to shower and get going.” You wiggled away from his grasp, spotting your slippers under the couch.
He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting off of it and he pulled you to him, slotting you between his legs. Your hands rested on his bare shoulders, your boyfriend lifted your shirt, his lips pressed to your ribs and were moving down. “Stop it,” you mumbled, pulling him back by his hair. “I have to go.”
“We can shower together, save time.” He smiled and you can’t help but laugh.
“You and I both know that won’t end well.” You leaned down to give him a kiss, a hand pressed to his jaw. “I’ll see you there,” a mumbled whisper as you kissed him once more. The man tries to get you to stay with him but you wiggled from his grasp, blowing him a kiss as you walk out the door.
A sprint down the hallway and stairs to your room, followed by a quick shower and you were out the door again and at the circuit in record time and all 15 minutes before your meeting.
You spent the next hour listening to your strategist rattle on about race strategies and tyre choices. You were practically falling asleep by the time you got out of there, in desperate need of a RedBull or some sort of caffeine.
Bless your press officer; Colleen was waiting for you with a Red Bull in hand as she ushered you off to your next thing of the day. “So it’s a charity segment between you and a footballer, you know the one you always do the photoshoots with? I can never remember his name.”
“Christian?” You looked at her as you approached the spot and speak of the devil.
“Good morning, y/n.” He smiled at you as if he hadn't seen you 3 hours ago.
“Christian,” you nodded, popping the can open. “Nice to see you in the right shade of blue,” you nodded towards his navy blue shirt as you took a big sip of the acidic tasting drink.
The reporter started telling you two what she wants from you, Christian would be teaching you how to do keep ups. You already knew but you went along with it, whoever did the least would donate whatever amount the other chose.
“How much?” Christian looked at you, bouncing the ball a bit.
“100,000?” You look back at him and he smiles, nodding.
Christian started, the reporter counting as he kicked the ball up. He managed to do 26 before the ball dropped. “You have your work cut out for you,” she joked, watching as Christian handed the ball over to you.
“I suppose, but I’m certain I can beat Christian.” You smiled, setting the ball down.
“Same wager?” He asked, setting the price and you agreed before starting. You did 26 before the ball dropped, leaving Christian a bit shocked. He knew you played with your PT but he didn’t know you could manage at his level.
You looked at him, a smug smile on your face. “You’re good, perhaps you can fill in for me when I'm away.” He jokes.
“And who would drive my car?”
“Me, of course.” He gestures to himself, earning a laugh from you.
“You couldn’t do what I do, even if you tried.” You patted his arm, moving your hand away after a moment.
The reporter breaks up your little moment, announcing that because you both got the same amount in keep ups so you would both be donating $100,000. You thanked her for the game and you both headed out on your way.
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It was 15 minutes to lights out, and the grid was full. Crews, drivers, mechanics and celebrities doing their walk off the grid. You leaned over the halo of your car, upside down and into the car to the people passing by as you checked your wheel to make sure it was okay.
Someone calls for you, you just assumed it was Martin who was doing his grid walk but instead found a photographer with none other than your boyfriend.
“Can I get a photo of you two? Missed my chance this morning,” he laughed, referring to your charity segment.
You nodded, standing up straight. “How is it that you keep finding me?” You joked, an arm behind Christian’s back. The man wraps an arm around you and even under the thickness of your fireproofs and race suit, you could feel the heat of his skin burning into you; as if he was touching your bare skin.
“You’re always there,” he says; the words loaded.
The meaning behind them was meant for more than him just finding you today but something deeper, an emotional level to it all.
You looked at the man, a smile on his face as the photographer took a few photos of you two. Christian leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Good luck, I'll be rooting for you.” He whispered before letting go.
You stared at him as he walked off, your lead mechanic shouting your name to get your attention, telling you it was time to get in the car.
The 65 laps flew by, you held P1 for the majority of the race and only lost the lead for a few moments when you went into the pit. At the end, it was you in P1, Lewis in P2 and Carlos in P3. You were in the cooldown room, the 3 of you being ushered towards the podium.
Your heart swells with pride as you step onto the top step, hat in your hand as your national anthem followed by the Austrian anthem played. You smiled, lifting the trophy above your head, the sea of navy blue below roared with pride, equally as loud as yours.
Despite all the people being there for you, you were looking for one person in particular.
Your eyes meet his, you smile at him and press a hand to your chest as you take a swing of the fizzy liquid in the dark green bottle. Christian watched you, his heart swelling with love and pride and all these feelings that he didn’t have words to explain.
He looked a few feet down to see your parents, the two of them had come down for the race and it was nice to see them; they were amongst the very very very limited few that knew about the two of you - the list consisted of your parents and siblings, his parents and siblings, your PT and best friend as well as his teammates.
Christian smiles when he sees your father hug your mother, the two of them smiling up at their daughter on the top step.
He knew today was the day he had to ask your father the question that has been on his mind for weeks but first, he had to congratulate his girl.
You were on your way back to the garage when Christian found you; trophy tucked under one arm, champagne bottle in the other and your race suit hanging off of your hips. You always carried your own stuff, it filled a sense of pride that you had.
The man snaked an arm around your waist when he finds you, a big smile on his face. “Told you you’d win,” he beamed, making you smile.
“Lean back.” you instructed, lifting the arm with the champagne bottle. You two were stopped in the middle of the paddock with all the other people around you, flashing cameras and yet it was like it was just the two of you. You poured the last few sips of the champagne into his opened mouth, the giggles leaving you as it dripped down his chin to his neck. Your eyes followed the golden drops of liquid and part of you wanted to reach over and kiss right where it stopped but you resisted the urge.
The champagne went to the man’s head faster than expected, pulling you flush against him in front of you everyone. “What are you doing?” You whispered, a smile on your face.
Christian planted a kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips. His eyes met yours as he pulled away. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” He says to you quietly, making you laugh.
“Shut up,” you tell him, wiggling from his grasp as you jog towards the Red Bull garage.
You were rushed off to the hospitality building, everyone awaiting you and your trophy for team photos. After another shower of a sticky liquid - don’t be nasty, it was RedBull - you headed back to the garage when you found Christian, yet again, and your father.
The older man had a smile on his face, patting your boyfriend on the back. “What’s going on here?” You asked, looking at the two of them.
Your dad shook his head, “nothing sweetheart, Chris was just telling me a funny story from their game with West Ham.” Eyes shifted between your boyfriend and father, not fully believing their story but you were far too tired to dig at them.
You simply nodded and walked away, leaving them to their conversation.
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The tunnel was empty at the moment, your phone in your hand as you texted the man.
To Chris: Outside.
You waited a moment, taking in the walls of blue and white surrounding you, your finger pulling on the loose thread on the hem of your Chelsea jersey, the big number 10 on your back reflecting off the mirror on the wall.
“Hey,” he calls, pulling you from your thoughts. You smiled, walking over to him with opened arms. “How are you feeling?” You asked, nails scratching over the back of his head where he had cut his hair low.
You were officially on break from the racing season, you decided to spend it in England with your boyfriend but seeing that you lived there also, it worked out. They were playing a match against Leeds today and he asked if you wanted to come, you could never say no to him and the way he asked made you think he needed you there.
Since the race, he’s been a bit off. Something was digging at him and you had asked but he assured you it was nothing and he was fine.
“I’m okay,” he smiles, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You kissed his temple, “you go out there and kick some ass, yeah?”
“Don’t jinx it,” he mumbles and you laugh, the two of you shuffling over the wall so you can tap your knuckles against it. “Knock on wood babe.”
Christian smiles, a hand on your cheek as he looks at you. “I love you,” he smiles and you return the smile. “I love you too, Captain America.” You teased, giving him a kiss.
“Go on, I'll be waiting for you after.”
Christian pulls you back for one more kiss before letting you go.
You watched from the stands, he ran down the pitch with the ball at his feet and he kicked it straight into the net, the goalie jumped to block it but it went above what he expected. There’s a big smile on his face, running over the crowd as he shouted something. You watched him, your heart skipping a beat as he blew a kiss to no one in particular but you knew it was for you.
His teammates surrounded him, jumping on him as they celebrated his goal for a few moments before returning to the match.
The end score was 2-1, a second Chelsea goal from Reece in the 87′ minute which gave them the win.
The stadium starts to clear, the hallways full of people from the opposing team and the Chelsea staff. A few of them knew of you, all they knew was that you and Chris were good friends. You stood where you met him before the game, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to reappear.
“Hey,” he calls, getting you to look up.
“You were fantastic,” you smiled, giving him a hug.
Christian smiles, kissing your cheek. He was looking at something or someone behind you, you turned to see what it was and it was his teammate, Mason. Christian seemed a bit unsteady all of a sudden, as if something was bothering him.
Your hand touched his bicep, giving it a squeeze. “Chris, you okay babe?”
The man nods, “I have to talk to Mason about something, can you do me a favour?” His hand rested on your lower back.
You nodded, waiting for him to tell you what the favour was. “Can you go to the kit room for me? I think I forgot my cleats in there, you know it's my lucky pair and I wanna take them home with me.” He points in the opposite direction.
“Sure, I'll be back.” You tell him, walking off to the kit room. You arrived after a short walk but the door was locked and the lights were off. You knocked, but there was no answer.
To Chris: Door’s locked, do you know where your kit man is?
From Chris: Not sure baby, check around please? I really wanna take them home.
To Chris: Okay.
You continue to look for his sake, asking around for the kit man that seems to have vanished into thin air. You had spun around the place at least twice looking for this man or a key to the room before your phone buzzed in your hand.
From Chris: I remembered I left them by the bench on the pitch. Still with Mase, can you grab them? The lights should still be on out there.
To Chris: Okay.
You headed back down the now empty hallway, humming to yourself as you approached the tunnel. You can see the lights shining down on the pitch but you start to notice the red petals scattered across the tunnel floor leading out onto the perfectly cut grass.
There’s seven big letters in the middle of the pitch spelling out the words marry me with a bed of rose petals surrounding them and your boyfriend is there waiting for you with a big smile on his face.
“Christian,” you called to him, stopping before you stepped onto the pitch. “What are you doing?” You laughed, unable to control your emotions.
All of the emotions hit you at once, all the good and the bad, the hiding, the lies to people around you, the secrecy; everything had led you to this moment.
“Y/n,” he calls for you, pulling you from your thoughts yet again. “C’mere.” His hand beckons you over and you slowly make your way to him, after what felt like a million years you got to him, the man holds your hand as he lowers himself on to one knee.
Christian looks up at you, tears welling in his eyes as he grins. “Y/n, the last three years of my life have been some of the most amazing. I don’t have the words nor are there the words to describe the way I feel right now or how I felt when I met you for the first time. I knew from the first moment, I was gonna marry you, one way or the another. You are my everything; my stars, my moon, my sun, any and everything I do revolves around you-”
You cut him off with a giggle, “that’s so dramatic.”
He huffed; “Only you would interrupt someone while they’re proposing.”
“Oh, is that what you're doing? I thought you had a leg cramp and decided to go on a long tangent.” You teased, earning an eye roll from your soon to be fiancé.
“Can I finish ?” He asked, looking up at you. You nodded, a big smile on your face.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted; I'm the luckiest man in the world to have known you, to have you be mine and to continue for you to be mine. So what I’m asking is.. will you marry me, y/n?” He opened the little box he had in his hand; an emerald cut diamond sat in the center of a gold band with two smaller diamonds on each side.
You look at him, pretending like you’re thinking about it before you giggle to yourself and nod. “Yes Christian, I will marry you.” You met him halfway for a kiss, a hand pressed to his cheek as you do.
Christian slips the ring onto your finger, a smile on your faces that could light up the whole stadium.
“Perfect fit.” He smiles, pulling you into his side.
“What did she say?” You hear someone shout, you both look over to see Mason and Reece by the tunnel exit waiting for an answer to the question. You laugh, showing them your hand.
Reece shouts, running down the pitch to the two of you.“SHE SAID YES!!”
“FUCK YEAH!!” Mason follows his teammate, the two boys in blue popping confetti cannons that you aren’t sure where they got. You thank them for the enthusiasm and give them both a hug before Chris sends them on their way.
His arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you finally heading out. “Is this why you’ve been so shady lately ?” You looked at him and he laughed.
“Yeah, it's hard keeping a secret from you. I had to pull this off quick, cause once your dad knows, he’ll tell your mum and you know, as much as I love her, she can’t keep a secret to save her life.”
You paused, a small smile on your face. “You talked to my dad about this?”
“I had to ask if it was okay to marry you,” he says as if it’s obvious. “I love you, I had to do things right.”
You shook your head, laughing as you held his hand. “And they say chivalry is dead.”
Christian shook his head at your comment, ignoring your theatrics as you headed home for the night.
The next few weeks were bliss; the two of you under one roof, in one bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. You started looking into wedding venues and putting together the insanely long guest list.
When you two went back to your respective seasons, you wore your ring on a chain hidden under your shirt for the time being. Christian didn’t have an engagement ring but he wanted something so he’d always have you close - he opted to get your initials hidden in his sleeve of tattoos. The little letters tucked away right beside the forearm piece of the tiger’s eyes.
Once you both decide it not longer needed to be a secret, you announced it hard launch style on a weekend you’d both be together; a photo uploaded to both of your instagrams, your manicured nails against his forearm, your ring finger with the massive diamond on it pointed out the initials permanently on his arm.
Your phones buzzed nonstop for the next 5 days but you both ignored it, soaking up as such premarital bliss as you could.
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you and me forever | christian pulisic
had a thought, didn’t turn out great, here it is anyway x
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“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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Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)
WC: 800+
Warnings/Tags: pure fluff
A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)
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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.
“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”
“What video?” He replies.
I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.
“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”
“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.
He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.
“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.
“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”
“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”
“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.
“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.
I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”
“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”
“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”
“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”
“I know you will.” I wink at him.
His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.
“Y/N…”
“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.
“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”
With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”
The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.
“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.
“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”
“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”
Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!
“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”
“Why are you so sure I want it?”
“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”
“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”
“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.
“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”
“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.
“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.
“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”
“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”
“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”
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Baby Pulisic | Christian Pulisic
Pairing:Christian Pulisic x Reader
Sumary: Bebe Pulisic is on his way.
Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later). Mentions of pregnancy.
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You had, you had married the love of your life, the man of your dreams, and the future father of your children.
That future wasn't far away.
(...)
A few weeks before your wedding day, you had found out that you were expecting a baby from your future husband.
Fortunately, you had realized this because of the lack of your period and not because of the horrible sickness that had not yet begun and to your luck.
Was realizing this in this way helping you to be able to say it to Christian in a special way? Maybe?
Although I think the only thing that would be special about the news, besides its content, was that I would tell him on our special day, something like... A wedding gift
(...)
Ch- Can you believe we're married, you're Mrs. Pulisic now.
Y/N- I think I started to believe it, when I was walking down the aisle doing me to you.
Hugging each other, we shared a small moment, while watching our guests have fun.
Ch- Looking back, I thank you for having been so clueless, the day I met you.
Y/N- you're not clueless, you just forgot the instructions.
Ch- It's the same thing, but like I said, I'm glad I got it done.
Y/N- and I for having been there to save you. I laughed mockingly - listen, there's something I want to tell you.
By my words I go into protective mode.
Ch- Is everything okay?
Y/N- don't worry, I am, I just wanted to give you a gift in advance.
Ch- It must be something important, if it can't wait?
Y/N- It is, although we will have to wait a little anyway.
Ch- what do you mean?
Y/N- you, although I should really say, our gift, is already here, we just have to wait a few months to meet him/her.
I pulled away from his embrace, so I could show him what I meant.
Ch- you... I, really we... With tears in my eyes I nodded.
Y/N- Bebe Pulisic is on the way.
Christian's smile gave rise as he leaned over and kissed me before bringing both hands to my small lump.
Ch- thank you, just thank you.
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English Clases - Julian Alvarez x Reader
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a blue London - m.mount & c.pulisic
threes company
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pairings: mason mount x fem!reader & Christian pulisic x fem!reader
warnings: established relationship + not intended for minors + mentions of joão
a/n: THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN PRIOR TO THE BOYS TRANSFERS!!! missing these two in Chelsea blue dearly ☹️
he’s had enough of you. your dancing, singing, and tongue shoved down his teammates throats. it was his fault for saying you were nothing but friends, because now he’s regretting that.
now he’s watching you and joão make out in a corner booth of the club. his hands pressed against your ass, your hands in his thick brown hair— he hates all of this. he could vomit at the sight of it.
he knows your motives. he knows you’re doing this to get back at him for his comment, because you were so much more than friends. and right now, you wanted a little more than just friends with joão— hell or even the cute guy in the corner with a buzz cut, bright pearly smile that’s been blinding your vision for hours.
“can you give me a moment?” you pull away from him, body collapsing beside him on the cushion of the booth. all he can do was nod, you took the literal wind out of him, and it wasn’t just with your confidence, but everything you were doing to him was new. he knew why Christian wanted you all to himself.
your eyes caught his smile again, they were so bright and inviting. you wanted to curl up into that body, wanted him to press those pink lips against your skin.
“just go talk to him, looking at him won’t do anything.” joão runs his fingers through his messed up thick hair. as much as your eyes can’t pull away from joão and his beauty, you find yourself being lured into the man across the room, bodies intertwining almost instantly.
you’re not sure how it happened, or what even happened, because all of a sudden you’re in his arms, the next you’re in his car, and finally in his bed.
the lights are out, the rooms dark, but everything about him lights up the dark place. he worships your body like nobody before and shows you what soft, slow, intimate sex is like. the kind you and Christian never had. the kind with a climax and a story, the one that has you begging for more.
he doesn’t overstimulate you, time is just a number on the clock to him. your body and clit are all he cares about.
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“did you have fun fucking mason?” Christian scoffs watching your limp body walk through the door. your legs are like jello, having a mind of their own. you feel sore in all the places you’ve never felt, but your mind is still on a rollercoaster from last night.
“he fucked me better than you ever did.” your laugh is dry, not a hint of sarcasm in it. you’re being real and genuine, which he hates. he wants to show you that he can be just as good, maybe even better.
“and joão? his tongue better than mine?”
“face it, pulisic, everyone is better than you.” you smirk trying to pass by him, but his hand on your arm stops you and is pulling you closer to him, “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had and those guys know nothing about your body.”
he saw the way joão grabbed your ass, he knew you hated the hand placement. he’s sure you probably hated that Mason took his time, or that he just didn’t have stamina, but none of that bothered you.
“show me you’re better, then we can talk.”
and he does show you, but in a way neither of them could’ve. in a way that scratches your brain and has your pussy throbbing for more.
maybe it wasn’t all that much better, but when competition is involved? everybody wants to win.
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insta!AU requested by @dinonuggiesforliferz: can you do a Christian x Reader fic where Mason is both of their best friends and third wheels the whole relationship but in a funny way?
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masonmount Boys NFL night in with my bro! cmpulisic
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yourusername are you two cheating on me? 🧐💀
masonmount can you read “boys night?”
yourusername can you spell “occasionally”? 💀
cmpulisic yourusername baby we love you
yourusername who are you? cmpulisic
benchilwell “I don’t know her” Carey, Mariah
declanrice and she’s finally the third wheel!!!
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All’s well that ends well to end up with you.
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masonmount Are you letting your friends crash in the living room?
reecejames this is your place yourusername cmpulisic you make the call 🤪
benchilwell Are you highly suspicious that everyone who sees him wants him?
masonmount who doesn’t??
masonmount mum and dad
cmpulisic *daddy
yourusername who’s your daddy Masey
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He thinks it’s okay to keep singing my heart will go on.
itsmealewigi he’s almost too old for Leo
cmpulisic don’t let her ruin your dreams bro!
yourusername are you my boyfriend or his boyfriend?
masonmount mine, clearly
yourusername *flips table*
jazbenham I hope he’s behaving, you can slap him if needed! Xx
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masonmount I bet she’s gonna repost this with a Taylor Swift caption.
taylorswift as she should!
yourusername 😧😧😧😧 *jaw drops*
benchilwell screen capturing this so we can all make fun of Mase on his bday because he got burned by Taylor Swift.
yourusername to more beach days with you, lover boy! ♥️
cmpulisic all of them 🫶🏼
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Christian Pulisic x singer!Reader smau (part 4)
the final part of the mini smau series. yes, i’m aware that the title says Christian & not Mason. there’s a reason :)
faceclaim: Madison Beer
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yourusername no.
masonsfuturewife she moved on fast 😑
y/nsluver bffr. it’s been 7 months. get over it.
yourbestfriend i miss u
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y/nupdates Y/n & Christian via each other’s instagram stories.
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y/nfan7 ima be honest, i wouldn’t be mad if they were together. he seems like he’s such a sweetheart and he seems to treat her well
y/nsluver why do i kinda ship tho…
pulisicsgirl6 i personally feel like they’d make a better couple then her & m****
masonsfuturewife so mason can’t cheat on her but she can date his bestfriend after their breakup? so hypocritical
natisdelusional first of all, nobody ever said they were together. they’ve been close even before Christian met Mason. secondly, if they are together, she didn’t cheat. Mason did. there’s a difference. you’re just blinded.
yourbestfriend natisdelusional i’m so glad someone else said it for once and not me🤣
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yourusername you literally ASKED me to hug you because you were cold…
cmpulisic you have no proof of that
pulisicsgirl1 wait maybe they are together???
benchilwell she’s clinging to your arm like a koala🤣
pulisfuturewife i know i’m a Puli fan acc, but i think we lost her😔
y/nsluver THAT SHOULD BE ME
yourbestfriend hey yourusername left your OTHER best friend here… alone… waiting for you to come back…
cmpulisic you’ll be fine
yourusername you’ll survive
y/nfan8 NOT MASON LIKING THIS POST💀
y/nsfuturewife i hope he’s screaming & crying rn
y/nfan3 “and i hope it hurts like hell”
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cmpulisic oh we’re still doing the song lyric thing?
cmpulisic how about… “and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me”
yourusername im proud of u for referencing mother
yourbestfriend i’m not even lying guys, i wasn’t expecting this either
y/nsluver FINALLY
sabrinacarpenter so happy for you, girly 🫶🏼
y/nupdates you look so happy🥹
cartiamallan you haven’t been this happy in a long time. so happy for u 🤍
y/nfan5 she finally got her happy ending aww🥹
that’s it for the smau mini series for now! if i happen to think of (or if one of you can come up with a good concept) i may or may not continue this. i’m a sucker for some bestfriends to lovers so this was just me being a bit self indulgent 🤭
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Here's To Doing The Unexpected
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Summary: Christian tries to do the unexpected
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: Vienna - Billy Joel
Warnings: small talk of pregnancy, husband!christian
Notes: i'm trying to clean out the drafts 🫣 it's small, it's not that great, but i didn't want to waffle and end up turning it into something i don't end up posting. anyway, here's something that isn't smut. feedback is always appreciated
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"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" You tease, the kitchen smelling unexpectedly good, with Christian at the counter, a dishcloth tossed over one shoulder, looking like he had stepped out of an episode of The Bear. His mouth mimes the lyrics to Luke Combs 'Forever After All,' as he crushes a glove of garlic under the blade of his knife. You didn't even know he knew how to do that.
You step further into the kitchen, his cheeks twitching at your hand unconsciously sliding across the small of his back as you come to stand on his other side to inspect what he was doing. There's a pot of homemade sauce simmering on the stovetop behind you, the rich smell of tomatoes perfuming the air, and before you were ingredients like eggs, flour and butter. The typical stuff you needed to make fresh pasta.
This certainly wasn't Christian usual level of cooking when it came to doing anything in the kitchen. Normally, it was quick and simple meals, the ones he knew he wouldn't burn, and sometimes went in a microwave. Or, it was making Rice Krispies buns with your baby cousins, leaving the counters covered in the melted chocolate and stray pieces of Rice Krispies that never made it into the mixing bowl.
"I'm amazed," you tease him some more, feeling his laughter ripple through his body as you rest your head against his arm.
"Amazed that I haven't burnt the place down?" Christian laughs as you mumble 'no comment' under your breath. He turns and tips his head, brushing his lips lightly against the top of your head. His hand comes down to touch your bump, soothing his thumb over your round belly like it was his secret way of saying hello to. "This move was all about trying new things, right?" He crushes another glove of garlic, sliding it off the knife with the side of his finger. "So, I'm trying to not burn the kitchen down."
"Oh." You look up through your eyelashes, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to trap the giggle that desperately wants to escape. "I thought you meant we would be trying new things in...you know...the..."
"Dirty girl," he shakes his head, talking over you as your voice trails off.
"Yeah," your hand drops to give his bum a cheeky pinch, "and you love me for it."
He sets the knife down, wiping his hand quickly on the end of the dishcloth, before turning to face you. He's left chasing your lips, your body jerking back as the smell of garlic still lingers on his fingers. His brows rise to meet his hairline. "What?" He laughs, finally caressing your face. His thumb traces the shape of your cheek and he dips his eyes to look into yours. "Can't I kiss my beautiful, glowing wife?"
"You can kiss your 'beautiful, glowing wife' - which dramatic much? - when you're fingers no longer smell of garlic." You scrunch your nose. "Seriously, how does it not bother you?"
"Because I'm not six months pregnant." He sneaks a kiss to your temple and takes a few steps over to the sink. "You know, you don't seem to complain when my fingers smell like you," he cheekily says over the sound of the tap, lathering his hands in lemon-scented soap. You roll your eyes, your cheeks flooding with warmth at his crude joke. "Though, it has been a while," he turns the tap off, "I think I might have forgotten what you smell like."
"What's the matter?" You tease him with a perfectly mischievous smile. "You got blue balls?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." He wraps his arms around you, landing a kiss against your jaw. "I miss touching you," he whispers, sliding his hands up and down your sides, dipping to kiss down the column of your neck, "I miss you touching me."
"Christian?" He hums, half acknowledging you, too distracted by the softness of your skin. "The sauce is boiling over."
His head snaps back, eyes widening as his homemade sauce boils over the side of the pot and sizzles as it hits the stovetop. "Shit!" He launches forward, taking the pan off the ring, trying to wipe up some of the spilt sauce before any more damage could be done. "Shit. Shit. Fuck-" You cover your nose as a slightly charred smell permeates the air and watch his shoulders drop. "So much for trying to do something nice."
"Hey-" You take short strides across the kitchen and wrap your arms around his middle. On instinct, he reaches for your hands, rubbing his thumb across the back of your wrist. "It's okay," you kiss the back of his shoulder and press your cheek against it, "you know I've never really been one to like grand gestures, anyway."
"I know." He tucks his head back, a show of disappointment in himself lingering in his eyes. "I just wanted to do something nice before Bubbles comes along."
You lift your head. "Bubbles?"
"It's nothing," he mumbles, "just something to call them whilst we wait to meet them."
"Bubbles," you repeat, taking a step back and shrugging your shoulders, "I like it; better than calling them 'Baby' all the time." A frown stretches across your lips, turning your head to look at the preparation he had already done. He really was trying to make this Valentine's Day special for both of you. "You know, I think we could still salvage this," you tell him, swinging your head back around to look at him.
He lifts his brows. "We can?"
You crane your head to look around him. "Maybe even that, too," you add, pointing to the pan.
"Uh, no," he shakes his head, "that is not possible." He nudges the pot back with his elbow. "I wouldn't even feed that to my worst enemy."
You wink and quickly kiss him on the cheek. "We'll see about that, baby."
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dad to the rescue - christian pulisic
summary: when Y/N and Christian's daughter is frightened of the doctor, Christian comes to the rescue to calm her fears
pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader
word count: 2.0k
warnings/tags: descriptions of a doctor's office, needles/injections, anxiety, lots and lots of fluff
requested: no
notes: Hey y'all! I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently, but I have more time to right now that school is out. So I decided to rewrite this old fic that I wrote several years ago for another fandom to try to get the creativity flowing! So if you read a fic similar to this for someone else years ago, no you didn't. It's definitely not my favorite thing that I've written, but hopefully, it'll get the ball rolling!
“Mommy, I don’t like the doctor. It’s scary,” Lily whimpered as you helped her climb out of her car seat and onto the pavement.
You glanced nervously over at Christian, pleading silently for his help. You were naturally a nervous person—a trait that was dialed up to 11 when it came to your daughter. You were just as terrified, if not more so, than your daughter for this visit. Knowing that she was scheduled to receive an injection, you had convinced Christian to take the day to leave training early and accompany the two of you to the appointment—he always knew how to help in these situations.
“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got Mommy and Daddy here with you, and…” He trailed off, squatting down so that he was on her level, and he loudly whispered, “I hear they have toys in the waiting room!”
Lily’s face brightened instantly at his words. “D’you want to go find out?” he asked her excitedly, and Lily nodded her head quickly. Christian sprung to his feet, and the two of them raced to the door, hand-in-hand, squealing giddily as I watched them with a huge smile spreading across my face.
Christian pulled open one of the doors, letting Layla speed through and waiting behind to hold it open for me to walk through. He gestured for you to pass, muttering a short, “m’lady,” as you walked through, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes at him.
Lily was inside, trying her hardest to pull open the second set of doors, but it was too heavy for her small self. You reached forward, pulling lightly on the door, and she gasped, thinking she had finally gotten the door to budge on her own, before racing through and straight into the waiting room.
Christian followed in behind you, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You spun around, pulling him toward you with a firm grip on his shirt and planted a long, firm kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, he had a massive grin on his face.
“What was that for?” he asked, still smirking down at you.
“No reason in particular,” you shrugged, holding back a grin of your own.
“Well, whatever I did, I should do it more often,” he leaned down, pecking your lips once again.
You swatted his chest, gently pushing him away. “You have a daughter in there that has been promised toys and playtime, so you better join her. I’ll sign her in,” you said, pointing to the door of the waiting room.
“Yes ma’am,” he retorted with a short salute, and you punched his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’m going!” He grinned from ear to ear as he quickly joined Lily in the waiting room.
You turned around, heading to the front desk to sign in and receiving a clipboard with paperwork to fill out.
You sat in the waiting room, occupying your time by filling out the papers and occasionally glancing up to watch your husband and daughter playing enthusiastically with the toy cars. You couldn't help but smile as Christian made motor noises and loud honking sounds with his mouth as he wheeled the cars across the playmat toward Lily.
Before long, a nurse came to the door, sweetly calling out, “Lilian Pulisic?” even though the three of you were the only ones there.
“That’s us!” Christian smiled, standing from the floor and taking Lily’s hand, sensing that her nerves had quickly returned with the appearance of the nurse. As he led her over to the nurse, the fear was back on her face as she clung tightly to his arm, but she seemed to be slightly more confident as she walked with him.
The nurse weighed her and measured her height. Lily jumped up and down when the nurse told her that she’d grown 3 inches in the last year. After taking a few more measurements, the nurse led your little family into a small exam room and let you know that the doctor would be there soon.
You and Christian sat down in the chairs as you watched Lily wander the room, pointing out the various animals painted along the walls of the room. You pulled Christian’s hand into your lap, intertwining your fingers with his and gripping it tightly. Your worry for your daughter had quickly returned as you sat down in the hard, plastic chairs, and Christian sensed this, beginning to run his thumb over the back of your hand in an effort to soothe you.
A few minutes later, a young female doctor walked in, stethoscope hanging around her neck and computer in hand. Christian lifted Lily to sit on the exam table before settling back into his seat next to you.
“Hello there! You must be Lilian!” the doctor greeted warmly. “Do you go by Lilian?”
Lily remained silent, glancing nervously over at you with wide eyes.
“Go on, it’s okay,” Christian encouraged her softly.
She looked back at the doctor, replying with a quiet, “My name’s Lily.”
“Oh wow! Your name is so beautiful!” the doctor said excitedly, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Well, my name is Dr. Jones, but you can call me Anna.” Lily giggled and you could tell that she was already warming up to the doctor.
The appointment continued normally and Lily grew confident enough to answer most of the questions on her own, which caused your heart to swell with pride. Anna only turned to you and Christian to get more precise answers about Lily’s eating and sleeping habits.
Anna listened to her heart, took her blood pressure, and checked over every part of Lily’s body, from her head to her toes. Lily laughed especially hard when Anna looked in her ears (she told you between giggles that it tickles) and when she used the mallet on Lily’s leg to check her reflexes.
“Alright, we’ve just got one more thing to do and then you can go home!” Anna said as the appointment seemed to be coming to its end. “I see we’re scheduled for a vaccine today?” she asked, glancing at you and Christian for confirmation.
“Alright, so what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna give you a little shot right here,” she explained, drawing a small circle on Lily’s left arm. “I know that sounds really scary, but it’ll feel like a little pinch, and then it’ll be over, okay?” Lily seemed a little uncertain, but otherwise fine. Anna left, but not before explaining that the nurse from before would be back in shortly and giving Lily a high five on her way out the door.
Just moments later, the nurse returned, carrying a tray with some alcohol swabs and a needle on it. The moment Lily laid eyes on the tray, she began to panic.
“Mommy, I don’t want a shot,” she cried, the tears quickly welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. You jumped up from your chair as she reached out for you, rushing to her side and hugging her tightly as she cried.
It hurt you to see her this scared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to speak softly and calmly to her. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You heard Dr. Jones! It’s just a small pinch and then it’s over. You can do this!”
Your words seemed to do nothing to calm Lily nerves, and she whimpered, pulling you closer by the fabric of your shirt.
You felt Christian’s hand on your back, telling you that he was standing just behind you. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Here, let me.”
You stepped back, watching as Christian sat on the table next to Lily, holding your shaking daughter as she clung tightly to him. He shrugged the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders, pulling the short sleeve of his T-shirt up and over his left shoulder.
“Hey, look here,” he spoke soothingly to Lily, holding out his tattooed arm for her to look at. She slowly looked away from the nurse, who was preparing for the shot. “Tell me all of the things you see on my arm.”
Lily sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve, but her crying seemed to be slowing down now. She ran her small hand along his arm, trying to find something.
“There’s a tiger,” she spoke slowly. Christian turned his arm so that she could see the face of the tiger more clearly.
“Very good!” Christian exclaimed, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Now try to find something else.” He glanced at you as she continued looking, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention back to his little girl.
Lily jumped as the nurse wiped her arm with the cold alcohol swab, her focus leaving Christian’s arm as the fear in her eyes returned.
“It’s okay. She’s just cleaning your arm,” Christian explained sweetly. “Keep looking.”
“S-some letters,” she stuttered, pointing at Christian’s wrist. He nodded with a short “mhm.” Her fingers trailed up to Christian’s shoulder. “A bird.” She brushed her fingers across his skin, down the inside of his arm. “And that’s Mike.” A short giggle fell from her lips as she reached the tattoo of the one-eyed, green monster from Monsters Inc., a movie that she had watched many times with her father.
Christian noticed the nurse uncapping the needle, and he moved to point out something else so Lily would remain distracted. He flipped his arm over, pointing to the chess piece on his forearm. “And this here is a chess piece. It’s called the queen.” Lily tapped the inked game piece with her fingers, clueless to the movements of the nurse next to her.
As the nurse put the needle in her arm, Lily whimpered quietly. She gripped Christian’s arm tightly in her small fingers, clamping her eyes shut as she let out a small cry.
But the shot was over as quickly as it had started.
“It’s over,” Christian spoke to her, kissing the top of her head while she still held tightly to his arm. Lily looked up at his face, and Christian's heart tightened a little as he wiped the tear streaks away with his thumb. “You’re okay, sweetie. We’re all done.”
The nurse put a bandage on Lily’s shoulder as Christian slipped his arms back into his jacket.
Soon enough, we were dismissed from the room, and Lily reached out for Christian to pick her up. She lifted her arms into the air toward him, wiggling her fingers with droopy eyes—clearly exhausted from the whole ordeal. She was barely awake enough in his arms to pick out a sticker before dropping her head onto his shoulder as you signed her out.
The three of you walked out the front doors of the office and to the car. Christian carefully shuffled the small girl out of his arms and into her car seat as you held the door open. Lily had managed to fall fast asleep in the time it took to reach the car.
You closed the door gently, attempting to keep from waking her up. You softly pushed Christian into the side of the car, resting your hands on both of his cheeks as you planted a firm kiss to his lips.
When you pulled back, Christian had a confused but pleased grin on his face.
“You’re incredible. You know that?” you asked as you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you further into his body.
“You really think so?”
You nodded in response. “You have such a way with her. I would’ve absolutely been freaking out along with her.”
He quickly kissed you again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You know,” he started slowly, his smile only growing as he spoke. “We could always have another one.”
“Now you’re getting ahead of yourself, Pulisic,” you laughed, pulling away from him and beginning to walk around the car to get in on the passenger side. He reached to try to slap your butt as you walked away, but you jumped out of the way, dodging his hand and causing both of you to giggle as you ran around the car.
You heard him call from the other side of the vehicle. “You didn’t say no!”
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christian with prompt 28; sweating just thinking about it
finally / christian pulisic
prompt 28 (“I want to have my way with you.”) from the smut prompt list.
pairing: christian pulisic x lampard!reader (don't ask)
wc: 1k words
warnings: smut with a plot, alcohol and the consumption of, fingering, kinda public sex?
christian and you had been going back and forth for way too long for his liking.
it had only been sexual tension for the longest time, with you two clearly liking each other from the beginning. the fact that your dad was his manager made things a bit more difficult, that's why you two hadn't done anything about it yet.
apart from that one try at a party, which mason kindly interrupted.
"mate, you've been there for way too long! are you okay?"
panic cursed through your veins when hearing the english's words behind the door. you jumped from the bathroom countertop as fast as your dizzy mind let you, although christian made sure to stabilize you, holding your waist, to ensure you made it safely to the floor. his hair was messy due to how you were pulling at his black locks, and he certainly had a tent on his pants due to your heated session. "i'll distract him so you can sort yourself out, yeah?".
you're out through the door before he can oppose your idea. thankfully, you're not as disheveled as the man in front of you is, even if he wasn't the one in a full makeout session in the bathroom just seconds ago, before being interrupted.
"y/n? what are you doing here?" his tone was confused, and at first, you thought he would be too sober to buy your lie. "touching up in the bathroom" you excused, pointing with your thumb to the door where you had just come from. "who were you looking for, anyways?" you questioned. "christian. i thought i had seen him entering through that door" mason points in the same way you have done just seconds ago, and you thank the bad lighting in the club for hiding your flustered cheeks at the mention of the guy who was certainly inside the bathroom.
"whoa, you for sure have drunk a lot. you're lucky i'm not my dad, no?" you giggled nervously at that, but mason didn't catch onto it, instead tilting his head back in laughter. "come on, let's go get you sober up", you said, in an attempt to get him away from the door to the female bathroom where the american was currently. thankfully, mason's alcoholized brain didn't oppose your idea, and instead, joined you cheerfully.
safe to say, christian had been angry at the englishman for a whole day, even if the poor mason didn't really know the reason. to christian, being a massive cockblock and, at the same time, being so drunk to remain oblivious about it, was enough reason to stay angry for a whole training session.
but he was worried about you. he hadn't seen you since last night, and he feared that you would've been too hungover to make it to work the next day, but thankfully, you were in your office when he went to look for you.
"what are you doing here, christian?" you asked once he got inside the room, almost not waiting for you to give him the green light to actually get in. "we were in the middle of something last night," he says, and you roll your eyes, incredulous that he thinks this is an appropriate space to continue what you had started. "told you i wanted to have my way with you, and i will.”
"you're insane", you say, but still, get up from your chair to make your way towards him. he extends his arms to get a grip on your waist as he pulls you in, chests clashing against each other before your lips can do the same. it's messy, rushed, and you're glad the curtains covering the windows that face the training pitch are closed. your arms fly in the air, crossing behind his head to get him even closer than he already is.
christian's impatient as he fiddles with the buttons on your skinny jeans, to get them off of you quickly; both know there's not much time, and you can't be as loud as you'd like to be, so you try to muffle your moans when he touches you through your underwear. "need m-more than that, christian" you beg, and he complies, first sliding your undergarments off so he can work properly.
you groan, annoyed, when his lips turn away from yours, until he lowers himself to spit directly onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before they find your bundle of nerves. the new sensation has you squirming away, biting your lip harshly to avoid making any indecent sound as he makes quick work of his fingers in a circular motion. "still want more?" christian cockily asks, and when you nod eagerly, his hand continue traveling south, until his experienced fingers find your awaiting hole.
the moans you're producing directly into his ear spur him on, and even if he wanted you to beg for his fingers, he pushes one past your wet entrance, and you feel your knees going weak. you're helpless against him, backed only by the door behind you, and you feel yourself slowly falling apart due to the way his fingers seem to touch you just right, like he knows his way around your body even if this is his first time properly touching you.
"can you take one more?" christian mutters, and he groans when your wall tightens against his digit. he takes that as a yes, and kisses you messily before another finger slides into you, effectively trapping your moans into his mouth. the pace of his fingers thrusting into you is heavenly, and you're not far from falling apart from the pleasure he's giving you.
"you look so pretty swallowing my fingers, baby" christian grunts, pleased with the sight of his digits disappearing inside of you. "i'm sure you'll look even better when you're swallowing my cock, won't you like that?".
the pure filth he's whispering into your ear pushes you to the edge, your back arching at the sensation of your orgasm ripping through you, while his fingers keep the relentless pace, moving in and out of you.
christian stops when he hears your choked cry due to the overstimulation caused by how he's still touching you, even when your legs are trembling. if it wasn't for his hard grip on your waist, you'd be on the floor by now. "you were so good for me, baby. you did so good", he whispers in your neck, depositing a small kiss there, before taking his fingers to his mouth to taste you. annoyed at his try to rile you up, which is working, you roll your eyes. the next time he opens his mouth to talk only makes you grow more flustered. "please, tell me you are free tonight".
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the morning after | christian pulisic
notes: pretty much just lots of fluffy goodness. warning for overuse of pet names because turns out i just really want christian to call me sweetheart 🥹 enjoy x
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rays of sun trickled through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet, the light making you stir as you slowly awoke and took in your surroundings, memories from the previous night flooding in.
you had been dating christian for a month and last night he took you to a little italian restaurant where you celebrated the past four weeks getting to know each other and falling well and truly head over heels in love with each other.
from the moment he approached you in the bar to ask for your number, you knew there was something special about that boy as your heart started beating out of your chest as you chatted the night away.
you remembered the way his deep brown eyes stared into yours before he kissed you for the first time. the way he knocked on your door when he picked you up for your first date so he could open the car door for you. the way he looked after you when he took you to bed for the very first time the previous evening, how he had been focused on making sure you were comfortable and concentrated solely on your pleasure in an attempt to make the night as memorable as possible for you.
you rolled over slightly, expecting to meet his body, peel back his arm and settle yourself against his chest. much to your dismay, when you rolled over you were greeted with nothing but an empty space in the now cold bed.
glancing across to his bedside table, you scanned the area for a note, his phone, any sign that could lead you to an idea of where he had possibly left you for. but nothing.
your heart dropped. last night had been perfect and before you fell asleep, you were already looking forward to waking up in christian’s big arms, to be able to cuddle up together all morning as the birds chirped outside.
you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. had you got things wrong? had he finally got what he wanted from you and left?
you jumped when all of a sudden christian’s bedroom door opened and he wandered in, dressed in a t shirt and a pair of shorts, a tray containing pastries and juices in his hands.
he slowly walked over, unsure if you were just stirring or wide awake. not wanting to risk scaring you, he quietly placed the tray down onto his bedside table.
as soon as he realised you were awake, he climbed onto the bed and got himself comfy back under the duvet, laying down and turning to face you.
“good morning, angel. how’re you feeling?” he asked tenderly, a smile beaming from ear to ear as he thought back to last night’s events. god, he was perfect.
confused by your glossy eyes, christian didn’t give you time to answer him before questioning you again.
“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” he reached his inked arm out to cradle your face with his hand, his warm skin on yours for the first time that morning sending shivers up your body.
“i thought… never mind, it’s silly.” you sniffled, wiping away a tear that had involuntary slipped down your cheek.
“oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry now setting in. “do you regret last night?”
you shook your head. “no, definitely not. it was amazing, christian.”
his eyes lit up for a split second but the worry still lingered. “why’re you crying, baby girl?” he asked, voice soft and quiet.
“i just, i thought you had left.” you admitted, glancing down as you struggled to look him in the eyes.
“what? it’s my apartment baby, why would i have left?” he let out a small laugh, slightly baffled.
“i just thought, maybe you had got what you wanted and that was that, you had gone out and that was kind of my sign to leave.” you spoke softly.
christian’s heart broke thinking about those thoughts running through your mind. “oh, no, baby. no.” he pulled you into his chest which you gladly accepted. he nestled his head into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here when you woke up, i was trying to surprise you with a nice breakfast but i ended up burning everything, hence the running out to buy pastries.”
you laughed at his comment, instantly feeling better. “sorry, i didn’t even think-“
“it’s okay sweetheart, just know i’m never going to leave you, never.” he kissed the top of your head again before you pulled away. “i love you so much, y/n, love you so much.”
you couldn’t hold back a massive smile at his words that he had first admitted to you the previous night.
“i love you too, christian.” you beamed. “how’re you so perfect?”
“i don’t know, could it be my good looks?” he raised his eyebrows, wiggling them playfully.
“hmm, i don’t think it’s that.” you joked back, the irony not being lost on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off his perfect face, moving from his dark eyes to his freckled cheeks to his red lips.
he tightened his grip around you. “let me think, maybe all my money?”
“now you’re getting there.” you joked and he pretended to gasp.
“i’ve got it, it must be for my massive cock that had you moaning my name for hours last night.” your cheeks flushed red at his playfulness as you mockingly rolled your eyes.
“mhm well i didn’t know that when we started dating did i… we’ll just call that a nice surprise.” he grinned at your words, moving his face till it was just inches away from yours. you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his, the warm and minty sensation making you feel dizzy with love. you parted your lips allowing christian to slip his tongue in, his hand having travelled up his shirt that you were wearing to rest at your hip, his thumb gently stroking the bare skin.
christian grabbed your chin and gently pushed your head to the side, allowing him to attach his lips to the soft skin on your neck, planting a singular kiss onto a purple mark that he realised he must’ve left last night.
“looks like you’re going to need to bring out the turtlenecks for a little while.” he teased into your neck, his hot breath sending tingles up your spine as you giggled in response, realising you hadn’t even looked at yourself in the mirror today.
“god, i must look a mess.” you commented, thinking back to the previous night where christian had cleaned you up before dressing you in his top and tucking you into bed so you didn’t have to move.
“you look beautiful, the most beautiful girl i have ever seen and she’s all mine.” christian once again bought your lips together, simultaneously bringing his hand to run a fingers across your knickers which made you flinch.
his eyes widened, “what’s wrong, baby?”
you gulped. “i’m just a little… sore.” you reluctantly replied, not wanting to make him feel bad. he had taken his time with you and been gentle, only deepening his movements when you were completely lost in the pleasure and begging for it. but as much as he joked, the size of him was going to take some getting used to.
guilt washed across his face. “oh, fuck, i’m sorry, did i, did i hurt you last night?” his voice cracked over the last few words.
you immediately shook your head. “no, it was perfect, christian, so perfect.” you reassured him with a kiss. “you made me feel so good. it’s just… well, you’re right. you’re a little big.” you felt your face heat up again as the look of guilt was replaced with smugness on his face.
“we’ll soon get you used to it, baby.” he replied, a cheeky look on his face as you laughed before he brushed his lips against yours once more. “maybe some more cuddles and a bath first?” he suggested to which you nodded, taking the opportunity to wrap your body around his till you physically couldn’t get any closer, cuddling up to your boyfriend till you fell into a peaceful slumber, completely content with life.
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Frustration (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader) 🔞
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WC: 1.4K
Warnings: SMUT, dom(m), nipple play, clit stimulation, penetration. MINORS DNI
A/N: i wrote this as fast as i could (cuz i didn't wanna make any major changes if i couldn't finish it before the ucl game!) so idk if this is decent or not lol. if i miss anything on the warnings pls lmk! hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this was not proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍
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The first match of the season between AC Milan and Juventus didn’t go well for the home team, especially for Christian. One of Milan’s defenders got a red card in the first half and the team had to finish the match with 10 men left. Then, shortly before halftime, Christian got subbed off for another defender – it was the first change for the team. He was visibly upset because he still wanted to play and it felt way too soon to bring him to the bench. Not only that, Milan also lost by 0-1 so the day couldn’t have gone any worse for Christian.
I saw what happened and I could already tell that he would be in a very bad mood until the day ended. I wanted to give him a hug right away and let him know I’m here for him but of course I couldn’t, so I had to impatiently wait until the match was over to do so. On our way to the car, he didn’t say a word – he didn’t have to, his facial expression said it all. I tried to console him but he didn’t respond, so I waited until we got into the car to continue talking to him.
When we got into the car, he slammed the door so hard it startled me for a second. Holy shit, he really is fucking frustrated, I thought to myself. He was looking all grumpy and still didn’t say anything as he started to drive.
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Finally leaving San Siro, he took a deep breath before he started to talk.
“Sorry, Y/N, I’m just not happy with the way things were.” He admitted.
“Yeah, I know,” I rubbed his shoulder, ”I’m sorry you had to go through this shit.”
He slightly smiled.
“Mmhm. Ugh, I should’ve had more time on the field…” He sighed.
Even though I had assumed that the reason behind the decision was to maintain the defensive structure of the team, it didn’t feel fair to take Christian off that early.
“I’m with you, baby. But what’s done is done. Pioli might have thought it was the best decision, but in the end one goal was still conceded. Let’s just focus on the PSG game and give your best as always, okay?” I tried to encourage him.
“Okay… But sorry Y/N I can’t help but think the game could’ve gone better…” He grunted.
“Hey,” I kissed his hand, then continued consoling him, “don’t beat yourself up. That was not your fault! Tonight’s not your night. Nor Milan’s. Trust me, you guys will do better on the next one.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” He hesitantly agreed.
“Thank you, my dearest. I’m so glad you’re here.” This time, he was being genuine.
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Now at home, Christian didn’t waste a second to find the couch and laid on it. He drowned his face onto the pillow and screamed his heart out. I love that man so much but he is so used to bottling his emotions – which kind of bothers me, if I’m being honest – and seeing him screaming like that, I just knew he truly felt hurt and couldn’t contain it anymore. So I thought of a way to release his emotions – what I had in mind could actually be fun and beneficial for us both.
“You know, if you want to fuck your frustration away, I’m down.”
He immediately sat up, then turned his head right away and looked at me all confused.
“Say what now?”
“Yeah, I mean… I’m kind of in the mood, so… If you want.” I teased him.
He still wasn’t convinced.
“Are you messing with me?” He pouted.
“I’m serious, Chris, I’m not playing.” I smirked. “Do what you want to me.”
Without a word, Christian roughly picked me up and started kissing me. He threw my body on the couch and positioned himself on top of me. He took off all of his clothes right away, and when I was about to do the same thing, he stopped me.
“Don’t. I’ll take them off myself.” He demanded.
I nodded in response.
“Did I not hear a ‘yes, Christian’?”
“Yes, Christian.” I repeated his words.
“Mmm, good girl.”
I bit my lip and moaned when he called me a good girl. Those two little words never failed to drive me crazy. As he said that, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.
I was wearing his jersey at the moment. He wanted me to keep wearing it, so he took off everything I had on my body except the shirt.
“Fucking hell,” he gulped, “you look insanely sexy wearing my shirt.”
His hands began tracing my body starting from my chest. He rubbed and squeezed my breasts tightly then moved his fingers over my nipples, gently twisting and pinching them. It felt so good I closed my eyes and quivered.
“Do you like it when I play with your titties, baby?”
“Yes…” I whimpered.
“Tell me how good it is.”
“So fucking good…”
Before I knew it, I felt one of my nipples was already inside his mouth – he swirled his tongue around then sucked it. I gasped at such a pleasant sensation.
“Oh!”
When he heard my gasp, he gave a little bite and it successfully got me moaning so loud. My hand was grasping the cushion while the other was holding on to Christian’s arm – and when he bit my nipple, I squeezed his arm so hard it turned slightly red.
After he finished sucking one nipple, his mouth moved onto the other and did everything all over again. By then, my naked pussy was already dripping wet.
His hands continued wandering around my body, feeling every inch of the curves. When he found his way to my pussy, he started rubbing my clit with two fingers.
“Oh, so slippery already?”
“Mmhm…” I bit back a moan. “Please don’t stop…”
He rubbed my clit faster and my thighs started to clench.
“Ohh… Mmm… Yeahh… Faster!” I sputtered.
“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He asked.
“Y-y-e-esss…” I hissed.
He kept rubbing.
“Then cum for me now.” He demanded.
“I- Ahh…”
My entire body was trembling – my eyes rolled back and I stopped breathing for a moment.
“Holy fuck…” I moaned.
“Ah, that’s my good girl. But we’re not done,” He said as he put on a condom.
I took a glance at his hard cock and all I could think of was having it within my pussy.
“Get inside me now, please…” I begged him.
He then roughly pushed his cock into my wet pussy.
“I’m gonna fuck you harder than I’ve ever been tonight.”
He really meant what he said – he started pounding me really hard, deeper and so rough than he usually did.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” He moaned.
The sound of our skins slapping against each other was so loud even the other noises we made couldn't cover it. His hands were strongly gripping my thighs while he was thrusting his cock deeper and faster by the second.
“I- oh you feel so good… Ohh sh-shit…” His breath hitched.
“Faster!”
He immediately went full speed to the point where it felt like he was about to destroy my pussy. I could clearly feel his pulse inside me. Suddenly, my brain stopped working and I couldn’t say anything but moaned loudly.
“Hhh… Good fu-uck…” he panted.
His face was moving closer to mine and my lips immediately met his. I broke our kiss by biting his bottom lip then we heavily breathed each other’s air. When his neck was across my face, I started sucking it and left a mark. He moaned even harder when I sucked his Adam’s apple – it kind of tickled when it moved.
“Fuck… I’m close…” He whimpered. “Cum with me princess…”
And in an instant, the earth stopped spinning. The waves of pleasure just left my body, and at the same time I could feel his entire body quivering – his cock was still inside me.
Christian rested his face over my shoulder and heavily breathed into my ear. I kissed his ear and whispered, “feeling better now?”
He nodded, couldn’t say a word as he was still trying to catch his breath.
When he was finally able to speak he said to you, “Y/N, you sure know how to turn a bad day into a better one.”
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me and you? - c.p
gif not mine.
Summary: After being invited out to the wedding of his closest friend, some feelings are revealed during the event.
First puli fic! If you have any requests, they are currently open <3
Word count: 2.7k
He props up behind you, offering you a hand with your necklace. “Still can’t do it?” he teases, you nod and grab your hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. You watch as his hands work the clasp so the necklace would stay in place, his fingertips ever so slightly touching the nape of your neck. He sees the goosebumps that arise on your skin, holding himself back from pressing small kisses along your bare neck and shoulder.
He knows he shouldn’t, but you fit into his embrace so perfectly. He knows it's wrong to feel how he does, that it should never have happened because of the agreement always to stay best friends. But you were it for him, the way you hugged him close after a tough day, making those fantastic sandwiches when you don’t feel like making a big meal, always open to watching monsters inc for like the thousandth time.
It could be the little things like making coffee before he leaves, or when you stay the night in the morning you leave little notes rather than a text, when his family visits him you always give him space but his family adores you always making you feel included, you always make time for him even if you're busy or if you're not at you 100%.
But something he will truly never get over is how he is himself without you judging. Even before moving from America, he always dealt with his insecurities and constant judgment from everyone, it always was there. It got worse and he always shut out from the world, not knowing who or how to reach out to.
He doesn't have to be fake happy, or fake a smile, he can laugh loudly not caring if he lets out a small snort. He will often tease you, kiss your head, and hold your hand when you begin to feel nervous if you're out in public. When you tell him you would stay over he is always met with you layed out on the couch with a messy bun and glasses reading a book of interest. “If only you were mine…”
He cuts out of his daze and pays attention to how you turn around slowly, placing your hands along his chest. His eyes link with yours, and Christian smirks too when you let a shudder of air at the closeness of your bodies. “You okay?” he finally speaks, causing a blush to your cheeks when it comes out raspy and deep. You nod and fix his tie which was a little loose, he frowns at your sudden quietness, so he brings your small hands to his lips kissing softly along your knuckles.
“Tell me what's wrong…” Christian pleads, you sigh but smile nervously, “I don’t know how to describe it Chris. I have this feeling in my stomach that hasn't gone away, and before you start no Im not feeling sick,” you cut him off before he could ask you.
“It's a gut feeling that hasn't gone away since the morning,” he narrows his eyes and hums.
“If you continue feeling like that during the wedding please tell me. We can come home at any time,” he states. Home. You didn't realize till you were getting ready today that you've been coming to his home for the past 2 weeks straight. Cuddling on his couch, making breakfast before departing ways, having his friends over for game nights, and even sleeping on his bed at night, legs tangled beneath the sheets.
“I might go to my flat tonight…” you say randomly feeling like you've maybe overstayed your original stay. He shakes his head and squeezes your hands a bit tighter, almost as if he was afraid to let go, “Why? I wanted to surprise you tomorrow morning with brunch. Did I do something?” he frowns. “No, no, no! You haven't done a single thing, Christian, just missing the flat a bit. Last time I was there was two weeks ago…” you reveal giggling at his reaction.
He was so used to having you around he almost begged for you to stay, that you could do it together but in the morning, tonight he wanted you here, in his arms, in his bed, with his shirt.
You pull your hands from his and bring them to Christian's cheeks, swiping your thumbs over his freckles and slight stubble, “I promise I’ll be here before you wake up tomorrow, okay? So you can still “surprise me” with brunch,” you fake quote with your fingers. He chuckles and agrees, he hugs you, your scent hitting his senses, “Let's get going? I know you hate London traffic,” he kisses your cheek and interlocks your hands together.
“You look absolutely beautiful Y/n.”
“Likewise handsome…”
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Your eyes did not leave his toned body all night, not even when you stood next together while greeting around. Christian just looked like a good-to-be-true dream, his black suit hugging the perfect places, and the precious black tie causing dirty images in your head. His Daniel Wellington watch on his tattooed wrist, his right wrist wearing your handmade friendship bracelet.
He currently had his left arm wrapped around your waist, his fingertips from time to time drawing small shapes and figures. You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom to touch up your lipstick that had faded after drinking some water and a glass of champagne.
Christian meant the absolute world to you, and the constant fear of losing him if things went wrong always scared you. Were you willing to lose a person who brought you coffee while you studied? The exact person who always greets you with a kiss on your cheek and then who hid their head in the crook of your neck? That person who you randomly danced under the rain the summer trip the year before, almost kissed?
That darn blush that adorned his freckled skin when you complimented even the smallest bit? The one who always bought you and your flat roses? The one who always dedicated his goals to you? You were too attached at this point to let go.
How would you tell him how you felt inside, not knowing if he even felt the same? The feeling of rejection crossed inside your head, the confrontation? Who were you kidding, he felt the same for you. These whole two weeks proved your point. You suddenly felt more confident, sexy even, the bubbly feeling inside you still present.
Before you walked out to the party once again you made sure the lipstick wasn’t smudged or on your teeth. You found his eyes instantly, they were already on you, and so you walked over to the table and sat down next to him. “You really do look stunning Y/n,” said Weston with a slight smirk on his face, you thanked him seeing how Christian clenched his jaw. “Did you just get here or?” he asked leaning over to you slightly.
“No, I arrived with Chris. We’ve been here for a while actually,” you smiled seeing Weston nod. The air felt heavy around the table causing Tyler to abruptly stand up and asks for everyone’s drink orders.
When you declined his offer Christian leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Have something, please. You told me you had a gut feeling, and I want to make sure you're okay,” he pleaded with his gorgeous brown eyes, how could you say no? All you did was nod and listened to Chris order a drink for you and him.
When Tyler returned the mood uplit, everyone laughing and having a conversation, telling stories from each other lives, and those from the US camps. When the lights dimmed and lit up the door entrance you clapped at the bride and groom who walked in with their hand in the air. They each gave speeches, and soon the party began again.
For the first 2 hours, you danced with some of your girlfriends that attended who were there and Christian of course. You took pictures at a booth with him, using the props and sunglasses that were laid there. You laughed at the caught-of-guard pictures that were taken, going for a second round, this time coming out prettier and happier.
“I'll be right back, going to use the restroom and get a drink,” Christian announced quietly to you once you were sat at the table again, you nodded and whispered a quick ‘be careful’. When you looked around you saw Tyler shake his head ‘no’ at Weston who had a mischievous smile on his face, and you suddenly panicked when you read his lips, “let her be, she's here with Pulisic man!”
“Y/n! Have a dance with me! I promise I don’t bite,” Weston said in a joking tone. A slow song played in the back, and you skimmed over to the dance floor which had couples and even the bride and groom dancing slowly. You cursed at yourself for being such a people pleaser, not wanting to make anyone feel upset or left out, you were just like that. “Let's go McKennie.”
He led you over to the dance floor, you finally had a good look at his cream suit and black button-up. Both of your bodies swaying to the music, one of his hands on your middle back and the other interlocked with yours. “Trust me, my intention isn't to hit on you or make you feel uncomfortable. I apologize if I came off that way,” Weston spoke. You furrowed your brows confused, and looked up, “I don’t understand-”
“He loves you Y/n, so much,” Weston said and smiled when he saw you realized who he was talking about. “Christian never stops talking about you, ‘Y/n this, Y/n made these cookies, Y/n was telling me, Y/n is staying over tonight,’ he's utterly obsessed at this point,” he teases. You laugh and continue to dance, “Give him a chance, the two of you were made for each other. Everyone notices besides the two of you. The love and relationship have been there since day one.”
“Never took you as the advice giver Wes,” you said smirking making him laugh. “Well here we are I guess,” Weston shrugged his shoulders and spoke again “Do you plan on telling him? Because if looks could kill, I would be dead by now,” you turn your head at his words and lock eyes with Christian.
He looks down and walks off to the table, his jaw clenching and unclenching, fist closed so tight his knuckles appear white. “Never took him as a jealous type,” expressed Weston. “I wanted to tell him tonight. I don't know I'm tired of waiting and honestly, it feels like we're already together. I didn't realize till today I was there for two weeks straight…”
He suddenly stops dancing, “Be happy with him. You love him dearly. The two of you deserve it. Tell him how you feel Y/n.” At that moment, Christian suddenly appears slapping Weston’s back playfully, a forced and tight smile on his lips, “Tell who what?”
Weston chuckles nervously and quickly retracts his hands back, “Hey man, you're back!”
Christian nods and cocks his head to the side, “Never left Wes”. Weston awkwardly walks off to the table, and you laugh as Tyler ushers him with his hand angrily to come back. You gulp and clear your throat as you observe Christian now with no tie and his first three buttons undone, a full view of his chain and chest hair. “What’s up, you okay?” you ask when you see him take deep breaths, the jealousy still present.
He relaxes when you bring your hands around up to his neck, not holding back and wrapping his arms tight and close to your body. His head rests on the side of your, feeling his nose trace along your jaw down to your neck. Christian presses a couple of kisses along your jaw, behind your ear, your pulse point, all the way down to where your neck meets your shoulder. Testing the water, but he sees how you love it. “I can't hold back anymore longer Y/n…”
You throw your head back at the feeling of his lips again, holding back a moan. “Wh-Wha-What do you mean Christian?” you stutter and then gulp. “Jesus, even the way you say my name makes me feel things you have no idea”. You don't even feel it when Christian starts swaying his body side to side with yours, dancing slowly to the music in the background. “Do you remember when we first met Y/n?” he asks, now resting his cheek next to yours.
“How could I forget? I didn’t know a single thing about you and what you did. You claimed you loved the small tattoo I have behind my ear and bought me a coffee with a chocolate donut” you had the courage to speak and reply. Christian hummed pulling you closer to his body, feeling the muscle underneath, “Can I confess something to you?” he whispers along your ear causing goosebumps to arise. “Anything. Tell me,” you urge.
“Just promise me you won't leave. Leave me.”
“I promise Christian, just please tell me,” you play with the hair on the nape of his neck. “If there's anything certain in my life it's you. I love you, y/n. It's been you always, I love you and your imperfections. I just want you next to me, supporting me at my games, watching the sunset at Jupiter, to do those silly face masks. You treat me so well, and you have no idea of how afraid I get if I weren't ever to have you, one-day pretty girl.”
You gasp at his words, not believing he's actually confessing how he feels right now. He brings his head back to stare at your face, your teary eyes and mouth slightly gaped open. “Say something, please,” Christian begs, and all you can do is chuckle. “Remember when I met your sister that one time by accident at your house?” he looks at you amused yet dumbfounded to see where you were going to take things.
“I knew from that day forward I would be stuck with you forever. That day you lifted the trophy with the US team, I knew I loved you. I love your small pep talks before I leave to take tests, your messy curls in the morning, and the little face you make when you see me wearing your hoodie, but most of all I love the way you love me…”
“Hold me when I'm upset or have just had a shit day, rub your hand on my thigh while I read, when you help me pick out plants for your house even if you insist there's plenty already, your soft eyes even when I blabber the stupidest shit, you playing your guitar… I love you, Christian.”
You stare at his soft brown eyes now filled with tears, one slowly falling down your cheek, you swipe it away with the back of your hand. Christian brings his tattoed hand to tuck your hair back, then suddenly lands on your cheek pulling you to his lips. He kisses you like there's no tomorrow, the sweet taste of your lips makes him groan, now holding your sides with both hands.
Your hands come up to his face, his slight beard tickling your palms but you don't care. You're too into the moment to care, just paying attention to how now his tongue teases your bottom lip to open, and when you do he wastes no time to kiss you deeper. Your hands now slightly tugging his hair. He gulps your soft moans and gasps. You place both of your feet back on the ground after tip-toeing, just smiling along his lips.
“Is this real?” you couldn't help but ask, your thumb swiping behind his ear. Christian nods pecking your lips once more, “More than real, baby. You're mine Y/n, all mine pretty girl.”
“Yours,” you agree. “So this is? You’re finally my girlfriend yeah?” Christian questions, his voice slightly nervous and excited. “Yes, as long as you’re my boyfriend? Forever and ever Mr. Captain America?” you tease him by saying his nickname that everyone love but him at times. “Deal. Still want to stay at your flat?”
“Not a chance. I want to stay next to you for tonight Chris…”
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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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