#christian pulisic smut
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Fill It With Something Pretty
Summary: A pre-wedding dinner just isn't the right place to start jerking your soon to be husband off...or is it?
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: Eat Your Young - Hozier
Warnings: 18+, minors dni <- seriously this is at another level than i normally write for christian, dom!christian, sub!reader, public sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl....), just a little bit of degradation, the reader is called a slut and a brat, ass appreciation, hair pulling, anal play and talks of anal sex, talks of cum, mentions of sex toys, unprotected sex, cum play
Notes: so hi. this has been sitting in my drafts since march and it was originally meant to be something small, like a blurb, and now it's completely something else 🤭 its nice to write again. did we like it? feedback is always appreciated.
"Stop it," Christian whispered over the edge of his glass the second he felt your hand touching his leg. He takes a long sip, licking the wine from his bottom lip, something you watch as you turn to look at him. His dark eyes catch yours and he has to stop the chuckle that bubbles in his throat. "You know what I'm talking about," he reacts to the innocent look in your eyes.
"But I don't know what you're talking about," you reply, your hand still caressing his thigh, "I'm not doing anything." His body tenses, his grip growing rigid around his wine glass, his knuckles white and piercing his skin, as you slip your hand onto the inside of his thigh, pricking him with your nails as you squeeze your hand around him. "I'm doing nothing at all," you add, the corner of your mouth twitching, curling into a half-smile, "I'm just sitting here, with my soon to be husband and the rest of our families, enjoying a pre-wedding dinner." You tilt your head to the side, "now tell me, what could I possibly be doing wrong?"
He sets the glass down, his hand disappearing below the table cloth and underneath the table. "You know exactly what you're doing," he whispers, flicking his eyes down and back up the table.
Your families seemed to be oblivious to his change in demeanour, talking amongst themselves, discussing the plans they had for after the wedding. Some were planning to stay in Monaco for a few more days, others unfortunately had to fly back home and resume their day to day lives. But not you.
You two had ten days planned, splitting your days between various European cities and spending your nights with your bodies entangled together, experiencing multiple moments of euphoria.
"I think you should behave yourself," he suggests, taking your hand away. He interlocks your fingers, caging them together to stop you from taking it any further.
"I am behaving myself," you bite back, brushing your lips lightly against his cheek, the unshaven stubble tickling your chin. You didn't like knowing he would be tempted to shave for the wedding. He gives your hand a light squeeze and strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. "But, I was born with two hands, baby," you whisper into his ear, slipping your empty hand over his crotch, his cock pulsating under your touch and bulging in his pants, "and I bet my life you'd love for me to do something about this."
His thighs tense and he tries not to be noticeable as he shifts in his seat. Of course, he'd liked to have your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him until the crown was weeping with cum, but there was a time and place for that, and that certainly wasn't with your parents sitting on the opposite end of the table. A kiss to his jaw brings him back from his thoughts.
"Tell me you want this," you purr in his ear, unpopping the button, before finding the zipper and tugging it down. There's just enough room for you to manoeuvre your hand inside, a soft gasp hitting his ear as you grab him through his briefs. He coughs to hide a groan, loving and hating the grin pressed against his skin as you kissed his neck. "Tell me you want me to jerk you off under this table."
His cheeks are dusted a light shade of pink. "Behave yourself."
"Or what?"
He removes your hand and leans in closer, his breath, a mix of fresh mint and sweet wine, warm as it hits your ear. "Or I'm dragging you into the nearest restroom," he warns, his voice low and raspy, "and everyone here will know how much of a needy, little slut you are, because we both know you won't be able to keep quiet as I fuck that dirty cunt."
Pleasure tingles down your spine, leaving a dull ache between your legs. His filthy words had left you with an ache only he had the remedy for. "Then do it," you push back, praying you were pushing all the right buttons to gain the reaction you wanted. Excitement builds as he detaches your caged hand but deflates as he reaches for his glass, lifting it to his mouth, acting like he hadn't just proposed the best deal to you.
Your chair drags loudly against the grey, cobbled slabs, the sound disrupting a few nearby conversations; they resumed once they saw you rising to your feet. Christian catches your wrist before you can step away, bringing your hand to his mouth, landing a soft kiss on your engagement ring. "Where are you going?" He quizzes, tilting his head back up at you.
"To the restroom," you reply, dipping to kiss his cheek. It looked like nothing more than a sweet, tender moment being shared between the happily married couple to be to those sitting around you, but it was the perfect disguise for you to whisper, "so you can pound this dirty cunt and treat me like the needy little slut I am," into his ear.
Ten minutes hadn't even passed before Christian had you bent over the restroom sink, your dress pulled up around your waist. You were trapped, with nowhere to move. If you moved forward, the edge of the sink would dig deeper into your ribs, and you could only feel Christian pressing hard into you if you tried to move back.
His hand runs up the back of your leg and over the globe of your ass, his thumb toying with your panties at the top. "It's a shame I can't enjoy this properly," he grunts, the silence filled with the sound of his pants being unzipped. He pushes your dampened panties to the side and notches his cock in line, pushing inside you with a single stroke. "Do you know how fucking tight you feel? Doesn't even want to let me go," he gasps, withdrawing his cock, feeling you clench around him.
You lift your head to look at yourself in the mirror, sinking your teeth into your lower lip at the sight of him standing firmly behind you. He flashes his eyes upwards to the mirror for just a second, giving you a wink that floods your body with more arousal, before looking back down to watch himself. Your focus shifts to the change in your expression, drinking in your loud, desperate moan as he slams his hips, thrusting from the tip all the way down to the base.
"Just had to start something, didn't you?" He does it again on a grunt. Your head drops and you reach for anything to hold onto, hands landing on the edge of the sink, moaning louder as he does it again. "Couldn't just wait another hour?" He fills the restroom with your moans, possessing no care for the others in the restaurant who might hear them. "Needed me that desperately, huh?"
You whimper, lacking any function of speech.
Sinking your hand between your thighs, you pay your clit the attention it was desperate for. "That's my girl," he groans appreciatively, increasing his pace and biting his bottom lip to catch his own moan as you clench around him. His hand moulds to the globe of your ass, squeezing the cheek. "Fucking perfect," he grins as you gasp, "would've painted it all nice and pretty too, if had just been a good girl for me."
"I am a good girl," you protest, grinding your hips to meet every one of his thrusts, chasing your high.
He stops moving, nestling his cock deep inside, and fists a handful of your hair, pulling you up to look at your joint reflection. "That's not what I see." He gets lower to meet his mouth against your ear. "I see a brat," he bites, breathing in the sweet mixture of honey and vanilla, the scent of your arousal consuming him to a state on insanity, "don't you? Look closer-" He pushes you further against the sink, trying to get you closer to the mirror. "-she's right there, just doing anything to get a reaction out of me."
"And I did, didn't I?" You grin, wide and wickedly. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Just had to follow me in here and teach your naughty girl a lesson."
"The only lesson you need to learn is how to stop my cum from dripping down your thighs after we both walk out of here."
He keeps your head held firmly in place, pulling harder if you try to look away, ignoring if you plead with him to loosen his grip. He ruts into you. Deeper. Harder. Filling the restroom with the sound of your desperate moans for him not to stop over the echo of skin slapping against skin, all whilst making you watch yourself come apart on his cock.
"Been thinking about our wedding night." He slams into you, over and over again, his body flooding with arousal as he thinks about the shameless debauchery he intends to act out. "Thinking about all the way I'm gonna take you," he grunts, grabbing the base of his cock as he withdraws himself from the grip of your cunt. He slides the tip between your lips, teasingly pushing against your entrance. "In your pretty mouth. In this perfect pussy," he releases his cock and slides back into you, "perhaps, if I'm lucky, this tight, little ass."
Your eyes widen. "Christian?"
"What do you say, baby?" He lìcks the pad of his thumb, pressing it against the tight hole, massaging as he continues the rhythm of his hips. He watches with fascination, his cock pulsating at the sight of his thumb burying into your ass, pushing into you at the sound of your gasp. "Gonna let your husband fill every hole? Claim them as rightfully mine?"
He loosens the tight ring of muscles, relaxing you into the new sensation, relishing the soft whimper that comes with it. You were shaking, knees trembling you could barely stand up, and perspiration had set on your brows as you got lost in this new dimension, feeling pleasure twined with a bit of discomfort, but one you endured because of the euphoric haze that consumed every part of you. You push back and circle your clit faster. This was how you were going to come for him; with his cock stuffing your cunt and his thumb pressed into your ass.
"Gripping my cock so tightly," he groans, letting his mouth hang open, "and making such a mess on your thighs - dripping everywhere, princess."
"Christian...nice...fuck..." You were incapable of stringing a sentence together, jealous that Christian could probably recite everything he knew about chess as he fucked you mercilessly. You could hear the smirk in his huffed laugh, only looking up to confirm it in the mirror's reflection. "There," you squeak, hair ripping from his hand as you force your head down, eyes squeezing shut and screaming, "'m coming!"
He fucks you through your orgasm, the high of the euphoric bliss blurring your vision with a burst of white spots. "Take what you need, baby," he coos softly, smoothing his hand down your back, "done such a good job for me, doing something you've never done before." He retrieves his thumb out of your ass, liking how you whimpered at the loss. "I'm proud of you," he grips your hips, holding you down on his pulsing cock as he thrusts up, spilling deep inside, "always- always so good for me."
You shiver, his breath blowing against your neck as he leans over, his body and warmth pressing into you. A satisfied sigh finds a place on your lips as he kisses your shoulder and neck.
"We are doing that again," you finally say, coming out of your euphoric fog.
"Which part?" Christian laughs, holding your hips as he slides himself free from your cunt's grip. His cock stirs at the sight of his cum leaking from your entrance. "The part where we let an entire restaurant know that I'm fucking you?" He tucks himself back into his briefs and fixes his pants. "Or the part where you let me finger your ass?"
That wide and wicked smile was back on your lips. "Both."
He hums, liking the sound of both. His finger traces over the curve of your ass. "Maybe get something pretty to put in there?" He suggests, licking his lips.
"And here's me thinking your cock would be the pretty thing to put in there," you giggle, now turning to look over your shoulder.
A blush sets on his cheeks, reaching his ears. "Okay, something just as pretty as my cock."
Your eyebrows prick up. "Well, aren't you going to get me some tissue?" You were becoming more aware of the cum dripping from you, the reality of it being one that wasn't extremely sexy.
Christian drops his eyes, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, gathering the milky liquid and pushing it up to your pussy. "I meant what I said," he thrusts two fingers into you, his thumb purposely teasing your clit, fucking the cum back in, "you're going to learn how to walk out of here without my cum dripping down your thighs."
You grasp the sink, "Christian!" You were sensitive and wanting more, but shudder as he withdraws his fingers, watching in agony as he sucks them clean.
"Come on," he gives you a soft tap on the ass, "we still have dessert to order."
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Be Mine
Christian Pulisic x reader
Christian plans a romantic Valentine's date for the two of you.
Wordcount: 3100+
Requested: No
Warnings: Swearing, smut
A/N: This is a follow up to the pairing from Mistletoe Magic. I had intended to post this before Valentine's but the days got away from me. Feedback is always appreciated.
You smile as the Milan players line up before the match. Christian searches for you in the crowd, a brief smile dances across his lips when his eyes meet yours. You can't deny the flutter of butterflies and flicker of heat that makes its way to your core at the sight of him in their new black kit.
Damn he looks good, you think to yourself as you chew on your bottom lip. It's been nearly two months since you first kissed under the mistletoe. During that time, you've both tried your best to see each other as much as possible. You'd already had several trips planned out, which made it more difficult to work your schedule around his, but you had changed some of your plans to bring you back to Milan when you could.
You had been friends for quite some time, so getting to know one another wasn't really an issue, but it had been nice speaking with him nearly daily to fill one another in on your day to day lives.
A few weeks ago, you met up with him and his parents when he had a few days off and chose to spend them exploring some of the areas in northern Italy. During that time, you realized that the feelings you had for him had completely bubbled to the surface.
Even though you have spent several nights together since that first kiss, you haven't taken the leap into anything sexual after deciding that both of you wanted to make sure this is right before completely throwing your friendship aside for something different, something more.
But seeing him in that kit, has you aching for him in a way you haven't quite felt before. You have nearly a full week with him now, planning to spend Valentine's Day together and watch his Europa League match prior to leaving for your next trip.
The stadium is electric for their win over Napoli. After the match, you find your way to the designated area for family and friends to wait for the players. Christian makes his way over to you and pulls you into a warm hug, placing a barely there kiss to your neck that sends a shiver up your spine before he intertwines his fingers with yours.
"You ready?" he grins at you once you've finished chatting with the handful of teammates of his you've met. You nod as he leads you towards the area where the players park.
Once inside his car he leans over the console and runs his hand along your jaw before pulling you towards him and kissing you. His tongue runs across the seam of your lips and he moans softly into your mouth when you allow him to deepen the kiss.
He pulls away from you naturally and whispers "hi" against your lips. You chuckle and whisper, "hey" back to him before pecking him again on the lips.
There is an undeniable tension between you as he drives you back to his house.
"You played well," you smile at him as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it before settling your intertwined fingers over your lap.
"Thank you, I'm glad you were there," he smiles back, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I like the new kit," you hum absentmindedly.
"Yeah?" he chuckles noticing the way you bite your bottom lip when you nod slightly.
You stop and grab some takeout before finishing the drive to his house. Once inside, he stops you at the door and places a kiss to your lips. "Wait here for a couple of minutes," he smiles sheepishly at you before disappearing down the hallway.
He returns a few moments later, "close your eyes" he grins as you do as he asks and he takes your hands and leads you into the kitchen. He settles himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Ok, you can open them," he whispers against your jaw placing a light kiss there.
Your breath hitches in your throat at the display in front of you, a large bouquet of red roses, candles flickering, and fresh Italian deserts.
"I know I'm a little early, but will you be my valentine?" he whispers against the shell of your ear.
You turn to face him and wrap your hands around the back of his neck and whisper "yes, of course," before kissing him slowly as he pulls you closer to him leaving no space between the two of you, a soft groan escaping his lips as his hardened cock presses against you.
Warmth spreads through your chest as you realize he wants you just as much as you want him. You break away from the kiss sharing a brief, shy smile before putting your take away meals on plates.
As you're eating dinner, he explains that he's made reservations at a restaurant in the city for Valentine's dinner and that was his reasoning for asking earlier, telling you that the two of you would need to go shopping for cocktail attire.
"Shopping in Milan sounds terrible," you grin at him.
"I asked Oli for suggestions of nice places to take you, so if it's terrible, blame him," he chuckles.
Your heart flutters at the effort he's gone to in plannng a nice evening for the two of you.
"Something tells me that Oli is probably solid in the romance department," you chuckle reaching over to lay your hand on top of his, "thank you," you whisper.
The tension between the two of you is palpable as you turn on some music and clean up the minimal mess from your meal.
Just as you are finishing cleaning up, "I Wanna be Yours" by the Arctic Monkeys begins to play. A shiver runs up your spine as Christian steps behind you and grips onto your hips. He runs his nose along the column of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent before turning you around and taking your hands and placing them behind his neck.
You dance slowly for a few moments as your heart races. He swallows dryly as he stares into your eyes praying that you are feeling the exact same way he is. You instinctively bite your bottom lip and he brings his thumb up to brush over it, pulling it gently from between your teeth before he kisses you tantalizingly slow until your breathing becomes ragged.
He kisses you like there is nothing else he would rather be doing and like he has all the time in the world. He lifts you up onto the counter and steps between your legs tucking your hair behind your ear before kissing you again.
"Be mine," he whispers against your lips.
Your eyes flutter open to be met with his dark, pleading eyes; two pools of perfectly dark amber that you could lose yourself in.
"I wanted to wait until Valentine's to ask you, but I can't stand it," he smiles softly at you.
You thread your fingers into the back of his hair, leaning in to kiss him again before kissing your way to his jaw and neck. After kissing over the freckle just below his ear and watching as his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows, you whisper "I'm yours" into his ear.
A flicker of a smile dresses his lips before he crashes them against yours. He grips your hips and pulls you closer to him as he swallows a soft moan from you.
When you wrap your legs around his waist he lifts you off of the counter and carries you to his room. He settles you onto your feet gently. Nipping at your bottom lip, "we don't have to do anything, y/n" he says quietly as he searches your features, "I was hoping to make this a bit more romantic you know," he chuckles.
"Christian," you sigh, reaching for the hem of his shirt, "romance is nice, but I don't need it, I just need you," you lift his shirt gently until he pulls it over his head.
He watches as your eyes shamelessly rake over his body. Of course you've see him shirtless before, but this is obviously different. "I'm all yours," he whispers as you use your fingertips to trace over the tattoo on his chest. He shivers in response when you kiss delicately over where his heart is hammering away.
He can't deny he's enjoying the way you're looking at him, your eyes filled with need.
"May I?" he questions lowly as he grips onto the bottom of the shirt you're wearing with his fingertips.
You nod and raise your arms over your head to allow him to slip your shirt off of you. "Fuck" he curses quietly as he glances down to the black lace bra you are wearing. You'd put it on hoping for that very reaction from him.
"So pretty," he mumbles as he dips his head to kiss over the tops of your breasts. He takes your bra off of you easing you towards his bed. He loosens his joggers letting them fall to the floor as you shimmy out of the jeans you are wearing leaving you only in your black lace thong.
He takes a moment to take you in, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as he shakes his head.
"You're unreal," he smiles softly at you as you both settle on the bed.
"You're not too bad, yourself" you grin at him as he hovers his body over yours leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he brings one hand up to caress over your breast rubbing his thumb teasingly over your nipple before he drops his head to pull the sensitive flesh into his mouth.
He hums against you when you arch you back forcing more of your nipple into his mouth. He intertwines his fingers with your pressing one of your hands above your had as he switches to flick his tongue over your other nipple until you're panting and moaning his name.
"You sound so pretty moaning my name like that, baby," he says as he kisses a trail down the center of your abdomen until he reaches the top of your underwear.
"Let's see if we can make you moan it some more, huh?" he glances up to you waiting for your consent before you lift your hips so that he can slide your underwear down your legs.
He teasingly kisses from one ankle up to the top of your thigh before repeating the same up the other leg. Your hips buck involuntarily as he inches his way closer to where you desperately need him.
He chuckles against your thigh, "ok, ok, I get it" he grins at you, "I'm gonna take such good care of you, you don't even know."
He hums as he dips his tongue into your entrance and you gasp. "All this for me, baby?" he whispers against you as he teases your folds with his tongue, working in long and languid strokes, before sucking lightly on your clit.
"Fuck, Christian," you breathe out.
He wraps one arm around your thigh as you catch a glimpse of his tattoos before he uses that arm to hold you in place. Your back arches against him, your head rolling to the side on the pillows as you bring one hand to your mouth to try to quieten your moans.
"Don't you dare do that," he mumbles against you, "I want to hear every single one of them." He reaches up and pulls your hand from your face before sliding it down towards your breast.
"Touch yourself, y/n," his voice suddenly taking a commanding tone. You're almost shocked at how quickly you comply by rolling your nipple between your fingers, your other hand coming down to tangle into the short curls at the top of his head.
He slides two fingers into you, pumping them a few times before curling them against your g-spot.
"Chris, fuck, please, I need you," you pant out through your uneven breathing.
"I'm gonna make you cum first," he says quickly before latching back on to your clit.
"No, no, I want you, Christian, please," you groan.
He lifts his head to look into your eyes, "listen, I'm worried I'm not going to last more than a couple of strokes once I get inside of you, so I'm making you cum first," he blushes slightly.
"And they say romance is dead," you giggle.
He chuckles before flicking his tongue over you again, his fingers working in tandem to push you towards the edge. You clench around his fingers, and he lets out a guttural moan.
"I can't wait to feel you squeezing my cock like this," he breathes out as he continues what he's doing. He can tell by the way your fingers are gripping tighter into his hair and how you are thrashing against him that you are close.
"I've got you baby, let go for me," he says before sucking on your clit one more time and curling his fingers perfectly inside of you forcing you over the edge with a quiet moan of his name. Your legs nearly clamp around his head as he slows his movements and eases you through your high. He slowly uses his tongue to clean you up before pressing soft kisses to your thighs and over your pubic bone as you both work to steady your breathing.
He kisses his way up to your neck, his face there for a few moments. "You good?" he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. You nod in response, closing your eyes as you take a few more deep breaths before pressing your lips against his.
You moan at the taste of yourself when he swirls his tongue around yours. You reach for the waistband of his boxers pushing at them, silently telling him you want him to take them off.
"You sure? There's no going back after this," he tilts his head back to make steady eye contact with you.
"Christian, there's no going back after what you just did to me with your tongue, so yeah, I'm sure," you giggle.
"You can have that whenever you want it," he grins at you.
"Take these fucking things off," you grin back at him as you tug at his boxers.
He chuckles as he slides them down his legs, kicking them off of the end of the bed. When he settles back between your legs you reach to wrap your hand around him and he groans at the sensation of your touch on his painfully hard cock.
You use your thumb to spread his precum over his tip before pumping your hand a few times, his dick thick and heavy in your hand. He drops his head against your shoulder and breathes raggedly before you line him up with your entrance.
You hook one leg over his hip and thread your fingers into the back of his hair, as he barely pushes his tip into you. "Please baby," you whisper against the side of his face.
He nods and intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing them into the mattress beside your head. He grips your hip with the other hand as he slowly pushes into you inch by inch.
"Shit," he whimpers in your ear once he's fully settled inside of you.
"Chris," you roll your hips against his.
"Oh fuck, god, don't do that, I'm fighting for my life up here," he groans.
You let out a quiet laugh before you tilt his head up and press your lips to his, "it's not funny," he mumbles against your lips, "you have no idea how good you feel."
"Mmm, no, but I know how good you feel," you clench around him as he slowly starts to move.
He kisses you again, both of you moaning into one another's mouths.
"I wasn't kidding about not lasting long," he breathes out as he picks up the pace a bit.
"Ok," you whisper against his lips before kissing him feverishly.
"Do you want me to pull out," he grinds out through clenched teeth.
"I'm on the pill, do whatever you want," you breathe, lifting your leg up higher over his hip and deepening the angle he's pushing into you at.
"Fuck" he curses as you feel him twitch, his movements sloppy before he stills himself, buried fully into you.
"Jesus, y/n" he whimpers before collapsing onto you with his forehead pressed against your shoulder as he catches his breath.
"I'm sorry" he mumbles against you as you trace your fingers up and down his back.
"For?" you question him knitting your eyebrows together.
"Blowing it faster than a 15-year-old virgin," he chuckles as he wraps his arms around behind you, pulling out of you and rolling both of you onto your sides at one time.
You scoot closer to him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. "As long as the foreplay is good, I don't mind," you wink at him, "it's kind of flattering actually," you giggle.
"I'm a fucking professional athlete, I've got stamina, just apparently not with you," he shakes his head.
"Also, I'm a bit mad at myself for not making a move sooner, because damn," he trails off.
"I think the timing is perfect, honestly, I'm at a good place with my business where I can take a few breaks and not feel bad, and you're in a much better place now. We've been friends for long enough that no one will get suspicious when they see us together, so we can keep this to ourselves for as long as we'd like," you nuzzle into his chest for a few more minutes before hopping out of the bed to clean yourself up.
When you return to his bed, he's still naked so you slip in beside him without worrying about grabbing some pajamas.
"Can I ask you a favor?" he says quietly as he pulls you closer to him.
"Anything," you whisper.
"Save some of the places you really want to travel to for me?" he whispers before kissing you on the forehead.
"Of course," you smile up at him, "we can look at my plans for the rest of the year tomorrow and decide which ones we want to do together."
"I'd like that," he mumbles against your lips before kissing you again.
"I was worried it might be weird," you confess to him out of the blue.
"Worried what would be weird?" he knits his eyebrows together in confusion.
"This, sleeping together," you motion between the two of you, "we've been friends for so long and I was afraid that taking things to this level might be awkward. I'm glad it's not. It feels right, this feels right."
"I'll never get enough," he whispers into your ear sending a shiver up your spine as he rolls on top of you and you feel his semi-hard cock rub against your leg.
"Me either," you giggle as you lift your leg over his hip.
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Ho Ho Hoe
Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Warnings: last minute packing, some friendly teasing, christmas related underwear, cheesy pick up lines sorta, oliver takes the blame, christian is just as cheesy, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving),dom!chris for a second, face sitting, praise kink from chris's end.
Word Count: 2,033
Author's Note: when I was plotting these out, pookie said this one suited chris and I couldn't agree more. he's so dorky, it fits him to a t lmao
merry smutmas series
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You find a pair of Christmas boxers in Christian’s suitcase and decide to tease him about it.
The Pulisic family had been celebrating the holidays in Florida every year and this year you'd be joining them.
You are an instant shoo in from the moment you began dating Christian five years ago. Both his sister and his mother saw how quickly you adapted to their family and to their traditions, which is something that they really, truly loved about you. Along the way, you sprinkled in a few of your old little traditions that you did with your family.
Last year, you and Christian had spent the holidays with your family. The two of you rotate every year between the holidays, that way the families don't feel you're picking one over the other.
You were on the floor of your bedroom as you tried to re-pack the suitcase that Christian had 'packed', but really just tossed everything into. You'd be flying from Milan to Florida in 3 days so you were trying to get as much as you could done.
He was on his way home from training, his phone in the little holder as he called you.
"You're the fucking worst at packing," you start the moment you answer the phone. Christian laughs, "hello to you too, sweetheart. Why am I getting yelled at?"
You huff, the phone was on speaker and rested on your thigh as you refolded the clothes. "I have to repack the suitcase, not like you even packed it to begin with."
"I did too! I put everything in!"
"Yeah, just tossed it in. How are you meant to find anything or even fit everything in like this?"
You can already tell he's rolling his eyes. "Anyways," he starts, "did you eat? shall I pick up dinner?"
"Yeah, please." You smiled, folding the boxers you found and put them in a nice pile. You listened to your boyfriend rattle on the diner options when you fished out the bright green boxers with candy canes on it from the suitcase.
It struck you as odd, Christian wasn't one for bright colours; he stuck to the usual colours of navy blue, black and grey.
"Yeah sure, pasta's fine." You tell him, setting the boxers to the side. "See you in a bit."
You continue to repack the suitcase, folding the clothes neatly and tightly to fit as much as you can into the suitcase. It was maybe half an hour later when the front door opens and you hear your boyfriend shouting for you.
"In the bedroom!" You shouted back.
Christian smiles at you when he finds you, "hi beautiful."
"Hello you, how was training?"
"Good, tiring." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you on the floor. "How's the packing going?"
"Good, tiring." You tell him, "I didn't know you were a fan of bright colours though."
Christian raises an eyebrow, looking at you a bit confused. "What are you talking about?"
You hold up the bright green boxers with candy canes on it, "where'd you get these?" You asked, giggling. Christian's face goes bright red, his cheeks and the tips of his ears as red as a McIntosh apple.
"I.. I bought them as a joke. Oliver said he bought a pair last year and his wife loved them."
"So now you're getting sex advice from Oliver?"
"What?! No!"
You laughed, your boyfriend's face still as red as it was before, maybe never more. "Well, they made me laugh."
Chris smiles, "did you see what they say?"
You looked closer at the boxers, between the candy canes says 'suck me like a candy cane.' You think you laughed so hard you snorted, Christian smiles at your reaction.
"You're so unserious." You tossed the boxers at him, making him laugh. Christian kisses the top of your head, dropping the boxers on the bed. "Dinner's on the table, I'm gonna take a shower."
Holding onto Christian's legs, you pull yourself up. "You're not hungry?"
"I'll eat later, go on before it gets cold." Your boyfriend kisses you softly and lets you go.
Dinner was eaten quietly, christian taking his sweet time into the shower before joining you nearly an hour later, shirtless and sweatpants handing off his hips.
Thumb pushing against your teeth, you hummed as you watched him plop himself down on the couch next to you.
"What?" He asks, arm stretched over the backrest of the couch.
"Nothing," you smiled, scooting closer to your boyfriend.
Your head rested on his chest, the two of you watching the cheesy holiday movie you had put on. An arm stretched over his abs, fingers delicately tracing over the indented lines along his skin, moving over to his forearm. His tiger tattoo has always been one of your favourites, your nail pressing into the ink as you moved from one detail to the other.
Christian notices your hand, not thinking much of it; this was a normal thing for you two, your hands were always on him. It wasn't until he felt your hand move from his arm to his hip, fingers creeping closer to the hem of his sweatpants that he stopped you.
"Don't even think about it." His hand catches you, hand wrapped around your wrist.
You huffed. "Why not?"
"I'm trying to watch the movie."
"They all end the same way, a kiss in the snow." You tell him and Christian rolls his eyes, "way to ruin it for me."
You press your lips together, biting back a laugh. Christian lets go to your hand, letting it rest over his lap. That was his mistake. Your hands wander, as they always do, rubbing along his thigh and up to the bulge in his pants.
As much as he tries to ignore you, he can't. Christian's head tips back into the couch, a soft groan slipping past his lips.
"What happened to don't even think about it?" You teased, moving to sit between his legs. Christian rolls his eyes, dropping a pillow onto the floor for you.
He mumbles, telling you to shut up as you reach for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. The last thing you were expecting to come face to face with was bright green boxers with candy canes on them.
"You're fucking joking," you laughed, looking up at him. "They were already on the bed, babe. What was I supposed to do?"
"Get a pair from the drawer?" You suggested, laughing at him. "I cannot take you seriously."
Christian takes matters into his own hands, taking them off and tossing it behind him somewhere. "Okay gone now, c'mon."
"You're so demanding," you laughed.
He nods, giving you a tight lipped smile watching as you lean forward with your mouth open, tongue out and Christian bites back a groan; doesn’t matter how many times he sees you like that, you look perfect every time.
No matter how much he tries, he can’t pull his eyes away from you. His head tilting back at the feeling of your mouth on him, your hand wrapped around what can’t fit.
Your tongue swirled around the tip, hand slowing up and down the length of his cock in the meantime.
Chris's hand tangles in your hair, holding it away from your face as you take all of him in your mouth. He sighs, a string of explicits slipping past his lips.
You glance up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, because he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay.
“Made just for me, weren't you?” He mumbles, his hand rests on your jaw. His hand turns over and you feel his knuckles brush along your cheek. “Like being on your knees for me, hm? Good girl.”
The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster.
Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down. Christian's hips buck, your nose brushing against him.
He tugs on your hair a little, taking control of your movements before pushing you down all the way, only stopping until he hears you gag slightly. His head falls back against the cushions, your name along with a few other words tumble out as you glance up at your boyfriend once more.
You can feel his cum on your tongue before you pull off of him with a pop.
Still on your knees, your eyes are on the man as he takes a few breaths. His hand caresses your jaw for a few moments before he pulls you up and onto his lap.
"I love you, you know that?" He whispers, nose pressed into your temple. You hum, "you've gotta get rid of those."
"What?" He asks, looking at you.
You point to the green boxers that were on the floor. Christian laughs, "yeah okay, babe. Whatever you say."
Your boyfriend falls flat against the couch, laying down and you look at him a bit confused, "was it that good? Got you exhausted now?"
Christian rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you to lay flat against him. He looks at you, there's a glint in his eyes, something you only saw when he was up to something.
"What?"
"Sit on my face."
Your eyes widen, sitting up on his lap. "What?"
His brows furrow, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you as he's unsure what the confusion was about. "Did you not hear me?" He asks, "I said sit on my face."
"What? Why ?"
"I'm returning the favour, now come on."
Christian lays back and you’re still on his lap. “Come on then,” he smacks the back of your thigh lightly. “Come sit.”
You find yourself wiggling out of your shorts as you move back to sit on his face. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully on his face but his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down.
“I told you sit so fucking sit.” He mumbles from under you.
His large hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit.
Your body rocks, leaning forwards and your fingers tangle in his short, curly hair.
Christian's tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face.
"Chris," you mumbled, your chest heaving while you tug on his hair to get him to do that again. "Do that- yeah fuck."
His tongue doing figure eights over your clit.
The grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble coming on along his jaw that was scratching at the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, his nose brushing against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.
He glances up, his eyes fixed on your hand on your tit, head tossed back and mouth open. His name slips past your lips like a prayer.
“You're so beautiful,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing at your clit as you grind down on his face again.
Your legs shake for a moment, your grinding halts as you cum on his tongue. Christian's hands hold you in place, his tongue still lapping over your clit and his lips replace them a moment later.
He lets you shift off his face in your own time, laying down on his chest. Your chin rests on his chest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging across his lips. He smiles, letting you slip your finger into his mouth, biting it softly before you pull it away.
His hand resting on your lower back as you reach up to kiss him.
You can taste yourself on his lips and your hand on his jaw, rubbing along the stubble in his jaw. "See if I had bought these boxers, you wouldn't have gotten all that."
"Untrue, you can't keep your hands off of me." You reminded him, the man's cheeks now red and he laughs. "Yeah, you're right." He whispers, kissing you.
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The Only Reason
Summary: Even though your relationship with Christian has been rocky, neither of you are willing to go down without a fight.
Warnings: 18+, arguments, panic attack, a lot of crying, angst but a fluffy (if you can call it that I guess) ending, SMUT, some dirty talk, soft dom!Chris, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and make sure you're not allergic to your wrap!), fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, the smut is sweet tbh
WC: 4.4K
A/N: It's my birthday but this is a present for all of you! Inspired by "The Only Reason" by 5 Seconds of Summer. My first attempt at smut which lowkey I wasn't supposed to add but it fit anyway. This is a step considering I'm openly horny on main now so you might see more in the future 👀. I literally changed it 1274045923845 times but I'm happy with the way it turned out so I hope you guys think it's good-
"Even though my dizzy head is numb
I swear my heart is never giving up.
You're the reason
The only reason."
~~~
The front door slammed shut, indicating Christian was finally home from training. You sighed, praying this would blow over quickly so you could enjoy your dinner.
The past few weeks had been incredibly frustrating for the both of you. Chelsea had been on a losing streak with hardly any goals and Christian hardly got any play time. He was in the middle of trying to negotiate some sort of deal with the club, either to transfer or give him more playing time. Although it wasn't the option he preferred, it was likely he'd be transferred somewhere else soon, and with that contract talks had to be opened. He loved Chelsea, but the club didn't seem to return that love to him. It heavily weighed on Christian's mind, slowly draining him of the love he had for the sport, sending him deeper into a depressive and angry spiral causing him lash out on everyone.
On top of that, your own stresses had started building up. Your workload had tripled due to you being short staffed. Every time you thought you were done with a project, a modification was added or a brand new one was added to your list of things to do. You were working overtime almost every single day and you were close to ripping your hair out.
Between your work and Christian's training, you'd hardly seen each other over the past few months. He'd been extra short with you recently, something that was pretty unusual for Christian. You were typically the one who struggled to keep your anger in check, but these days it seemed your boyfriend could give you a run for your money. Most days you spent sleeping away from each other as opposed to being cuddled in each others arms. During the very brief moments you did end up spending time together, more often than not it resulted in some kind of an argument.
You both agreed earlier that morning that you were in desperate need of some kind of date night to ease your minds and to spend time together. You decided that a simple dinner would be sufficient enough. It was something small, you wouldn't have to go anywhere, and it was always one of your favorite date ideas since you'd gotten together. You were excited to finally spend time with your boyfriend even if it wasn't anything fancy.
But you knew by the way Christian slammed the door that he thought otherwise. He angrily threw his training bag to the side, grumbling to himself.
"Chris, it doesn't do you any good to pace angrily around the house," you sighed. "At least come eat and try to take your mind off things."
It seemed you only made him angrier.
"God, what don't you get?!" he snapped back. "Fucking food isn't gonna help the situation. Our team is shit, this situation is shit, everything is shit!"
You stood up from your place at the table, upset with Christian for yelling at you when you just wanted to help.
"I understand you're frustrated with everything, but don't take it out on me!" you yelled back. "All I'm trying to do is help you. I'm not a fucking emotional punching bag for you to take your shit out on Christian!"
He slammed his hands on the table, the sound echoing throughout the entire house. It startled you. Christian wasn't one to express his anger through violence like this.
"Why do I even keep fucking trying with you?! All you do is nag and nag and nag! You keep 'trying to help' but you're not!" he screamed back. "All you do is get in my face of 'oh Christian do this,' 'oh Christian try and do that.' Get out of my face for once I'm fucking tired of it!"
You were stunned. Your heart with each word Christian spat out at you. You loved him, but you knew you didn't deserve what he'd been giving you for the past few months.
"Fine. I'll 'get out of your face,'" you said calmly.
"Actually you know what? I'll do it myself. Being in here suffocates me," he said venomously, grabbing his keys and storming out the house.
You moved into the bedroom the two of you shared. What once felt like home to you felt like a prison suffocating you the longer you stood in it. And you just fell to your knees and cried.
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment where it all started going wrong. You and Christian weren't perfect of course, but you just worked. You understood each other like no one else. You'd experienced things together that you'd never had with other people. You hadn't grown up with Christian in the past, but that didn't matter. He was your present and was going to be your future.
But that was then. Somewhere along the way, things changed. Nowadays he barely made time for you. He was gone before you woke up and you were asleep before he came home. Date nights were nonexistent, special occasions stopped being special. You couldn't keep begging for his attention, wondering if this time would be enough to keep it.
You didn't want things to end. That was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do. You loved Christian with everything you had. But you were the only one trying and you both knew that. Somewhere Christian just fell out of love with you while you were desperately trying to grasp onto something. But it was no use. He was gone a long time ago.
Christian was in the middle of figuring out the trajectory of his career, unsure if he was to wait out his contract with Chelsea for the next season or leave for a club that truly appreciated him. And pretty soon, he would be flying back to the States for international break. The last thing you wanted to do was add onto the stress Christian was feeling.
But how long would you have to keep sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of his?
Christian didn't come home that night, nor the night after that, nor the night after that. Not that you really expected him to. He hadn't been home all that much anyway, and even while he was there physically, he wasn't there. So sleeping alone in your bed wasn't that much of a foreign feeling anymore anyway. And the longer he was away, the foggier your mind became. The answer was right there in front of you. This was Christian blatantly telling you how he felt about your relationship. Right?
It wasn't until about a week later that Christian had contacted you, letting you know he'd be coming back that night. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.
The door opened, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You could hear the clattering of the keys being placed on the table and footsteps heading up the stairs.
The lights flickered in your bedroom. Your eyes met his, startling him.
"Oh hey, I didn't realize you'd still be up," Christian said surprised, removing his jacket and placing it on a chair.
"We need to talk Christian," you said, trying to prevent your voice from wavering.
"We'll talk in the morning, Y/N. It's kind of late and I don't want another fight right now," he responded.
"I'm serious Christian," you answered, feeling your heart breaking already. "And I don't think this can wait until morning."
"Why do you keep using my full name?" Christian asked uncomfortably. "You only use it like this when something's really wrong."
You didn't answer. Instead you got up from your place on the bed and hugged his waist, completely breaking down. You felt like you couldn't breathe through all the tears and the pain you felt. Your body gave out as you fell to the ground, taking Christian with you.
For a second time that night, Christian was surprised. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.
"Hey, hey, baby what's wrong? What's going on?" he asked.
You couldn't get the words out. You only cried harder as he led you back to your bed. You took in this moment with him, not knowing if this was the last night you would sharing with him. You tried to memorize the scent of his favorite cologne, how perfectly you fit into his arms, the way his kisses felt. You wanted to remember how safe you felt with Christian and how your heart longed for him to come home to you.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay. I'm right here. I won't ever let anything hurt you," he said, trying to soothe you.
Little did he realize he was the reason you were hurting so much.
You held Christian close to you as the weight of your decision started to kick in. You wanted nothing more in this world than to be with Christian. He meant everything to you. You wanted it all with him. You wanted to marry him one day, carry his children, grow old together. You wanted to wear his last name to every game he played, to support him as he reached all his dreams. You could have nothing but Christian and you would be perfectly content.
Your mother had told you growing up that every scenario that came your way had three answers: yes, no, or wait. And you so desperately wanted to believe Christian was your sign that being patient was worth it. That waiting would be worth it. That one day it would bring you the happiness you craved and you deserved.
But how long were you supposed to wait? How long had you waited for him to fulfill his promises? How long had you been patient with him? How long had you stayed loyal every time he'd taken his anger out on you? How long had you been contemplating if you were worth saving? Was this just patience or were you holding onto something that you should've let go of a long time ago?
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier baby," he said, stroking your hair trying to soothe you. "I didn't mean it. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."
You couldn't get words out. You needed just one last night to call yourself his before you could make your final decision.
"Just hold me please," you sobbed out, gripping his body as hard as you could.
"I'll do whatever you need baby. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."
Christian was scared. He didn't fully understand what was going on or why you were crying the way you were. But he knew something was off and something was wrong. So he just held you as you let out all the emotions you'd been feeling for weeks.
Christian knew it was more serious than he initially thought when you kept crying for over an hour. He didn't realize how absent he'd been from your life until then. How long had you been feeling such emotional turmoil? What else had he missed? Why were you crying this hard for so long?
Truthfully, he was afraid to find out. As shitty of a boyfriend he'd been over the past few weeks, Christian loved you with every fiber of his being. The last thing he wanted to do was lose you, the relationship you'd built up for years together.
But he knew the likelihood of a break up was probably looming in your mind. Was this it? Was this a sign that something was coming to an end? He didn't want to know. He knew you two needed to talk, especially after the way he walked out. But he was afraid of the outcome.
So he just held you close to him, praying this wouldn't be the last time he got to feel you like this. He took in your scent, trying to memorize the way you felt in his arms. He left kisses on your forehead, shoulders, and cheeks, wiping the tears away as he went.
You eventually calmed down, your grip on Christian never loosening.
"Christian I-" you gasped out.
"It's okay baby, take your time. You don't have to rush anything you don't want to," he whispered gently, kissing your forehead again.
"I'm sorry," you said quietly.
"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about," he said. "If anything, I should be the one who's sorry. I've been such a horrible boyfriend. I shouldn't have said what I said, I shouldn't have done what I did."
"Christian…" you trailed.
"Shh, it's okay baby. It's okay. We don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk about this in the morning. Just let me hold you right now. Everything is going to be okay," he said softly.
"Chris I'm scared," you whispered.
His heart broke a little knowing you were scared of what morning would entail.
"I'm scared too baby. I'm so fucking scared," he admitted. "But we'll talk about this when it comes okay? Just be here with me now. Nothing else is going to hurt you tonight I promise."
The two of you were laying on your side facing each other. Your head was tucked into his chest, tears flowing every so often. Christian never once let go, not even when his arms started going numb. You were afraid to close your eyes, scared that Christian would be gone the moment you opened them.
Your body stopped shaking and you eventually stopped crying during the early morning hours. You were quiet. And if he didn't know you well, Christian would've believed you were asleep.
But he knew better. He knew that you couldn't sleep because neither could he. Just two souls barely hanging on by a thread not knowing how to fix it.
Did you want to fix things? Or were things so far gone there was nothing you could do anymore? Was this still worth it? Was a future still possible? Would love be enough to save this?
You were set on breaking up with him the night before. You were so sure that's what you wanted. But under the moonlight that peaked through your window, you didn't know what to do anymore. Your head was dizzy with thoughts and you couldn't think clearly anymore.
"Christian?" you called out quietly.
"Yeah?"
"What are we doing?"
His body tensed at the question. He was quiet at first, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He knew this was it. His answer would either make or break your relationship.
"I don't know baby," he answered honestly.
You nestled your head further into his chest.
"I don't want to keep doing this. Guessing if you still want us. You're either in or you're out Chris. I don't want to keep playing your games."
Christian had to stop himself from letting out a sob and took a deep breath. You didn't trust him or his words anymore. And realizing that absolutely broke his heart.
"Can you look at me Y/N?" he asked.
You hesitated for a moment before lifting your head. Christian cupped your cheek with his hand, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. He rested his forehead on yours.
"You don't have to say anything okay? Just hear me out. I know I've been a shitty boyfriend. I know I haven't been there for you. I haven't treated you well. I've lashed out on you when you've done nothing but love and support me. Through all the shit the world's thrown at me this season, you've been everything I need and more. And I haven't appreciated that. And you deserve so much more than what I've been giving you."
Christian stopped for a moment, taking the opportunity to look at you. How could he have hurt you so bad? How could he let everything slip between his fingers?
"I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry that you've lost trust in my words. You always tell me that my words, my actions, and my intentions need to line up and they haven't been and I'm so sorry for that. I'm sorry I've broken so many promises. And most of all, I'm sorry that you're hurting and I'm the cause of it when I told you I'd never let anyone hurt you. I failed to see what was right in front of me and I've taken you for granted and I'm so sorry."
A tear fell from your eye, quickly caught by Christian's thumb.
"I don't deserve you. I really don't. You know that and I know that better than anyone."
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead further into yours.
"But please don't give up on us. I know you can't trust my words right now, but I swear to you I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I can't let you go. Not now and not ever. No more games. No more confusion. No more trying to guess where my head and where my heart stand with you. Right here, right now, forever and always I'm with you. My head is with you. My heart is with you. All of me is with you. And I promise I'll prove it every day for as long as I live. So please. Give me one last chance to be with you."
You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what you wanted anymore. How could you trust him? He was saying all the right words, but did he really mean it? Were they more empty words?
Yes, no, or wait. Just like your mother said. But you'd waited so long that it seemed almost futile. Had you been wasting your time? Or was this what you were meant to do?
And though your head was fighting with itself, dizzy and numb from the constant questions running around, you knew where your heart lied. So you did the only thing you felt could portray how you felt enough to give him and answer.
You lifted your chin and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip on your cheek was firm, bringing you as close as you could physically get. The tears wouldn't stop flowing from either of your faces, but none of that mattered. What mattered was here and now.
Yes, no, or wait. And you finally got your answer.
He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And truthfully, he needed you to breathe.
You pulled back ever so slightly, just enough for you to be able to talk.
"You get one chance at this Chris. Only one," you said breathlessly. "Don't waste it."
His lips were back on yours in response, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan as he pushed you onto your back, settling himself in between your legs. He pulled back keeping his forehead to yours breathing heavily.
"I love you Y/N. I love you so much you don't even know," he said. "I won't waste it. Not ever again."
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips, needing to feel him closer. Your hands traveled underneath his shirt, nails scratching his skin lightly as they roamed his chest.
Christian pulled back from you for a moment to rip his shirt off before attaching his lips back to yours, giving you more access to him. You couldn't keep your hands off each other, your legs wrapping around his hips to bring you even closer to him.
"Chris," you whispered. "I need-"
"I know baby," he answered. "I know. Let me take care of you."
You whimpered beneath him as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of marks as he gave you sloppy but gentle kisses. He bit down on the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a loud moan.
"Does that feel good baby?" he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine that resonated throughout your whole body.
"God yes Chris it feels so good please," you begged beneath him.
His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt, bringing it over your head and pressing his chest against yours as he kissed your lips gently.
"So fucking beautiful. And all mine," he said to himself.
His lips returned to your neck, this time the trail leading to your breasts. You gasped as you felt his tongue along your nipple, pressing yourself further into his mouth. You only squirmed more as he moved to your other side, your fingers tangled in his hair tugging lightly. He kissed down your torso until he reached the band of your shorts.
"May I?" he asked softly.
You nodded your head frantically.
"Words baby." His fingers hooked into them, toying with the fabric. "You know the drill. I can't give you what you want unless you tell me."
"Yes please," you whined, wiggling your hips in the hopes of getting the clothing off you faster.
"Please what Y/N?"
"Please take them off Chris please. I wanna feel you on my pussy please, please, please."
"Good girl."
He slowly slid your shorts down, taking a little too long for your liking. He kissed down your stomach, loving how you were falling apart beneath him.
His fingers rubbed over the dark spot of your underwear. You gasped, hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He moved his fingers almost in a trance watching as the patch grew darker and larger.
"You're so fucking wet baby. You like it when I touch you like this?" he chuckled.
"Yes I love feeling you play with my pussy!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his fingers.
Christian pulled your underwear to the side. You shivered in anticipation as you felt Christian's breath on your lips.
"Can I taste you?" he asked, running his fingers through your folds.
"God yes! Please let me feel your tongue," you begged, lacing your fingers through his hair to bring him closer.
"As you wish princess."
Your back arched the moment his tongue made contact with you. He licked from the bottom all the way to your clit, lightly sucking on it. You moaned tugging at his curls. The louder you moaned, the faster he went alternating between licking and sucking. Your thighs closed around his head as you pushed him closer to you.
You were so lost in the pleasure that you were surprised when Christian inserted two of his fingers into your folds. You moaned even louder at the intrusion.
"God Christian more please. Please I need more!"
You were begging, but you didn't even know what you were begging for. You just wanted him to keep going.
Christian was enjoying every second of this. He loved watching you fall apart beneath him.
"You need more baby? So greedy. My tongue sucking on your clit and my fingers deep inside your pussy. What else could you want?" he teased, picking up the speed as he fucked you with his fingers.
You couldn't form any proper sentences anymore. Incoherent noises left your mouth as your body started shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"Damn baby you're shaking. Are you close already? I've barely even done anything," he mused, inserting a third finger and fucking you even faster.
"God I'm so fucking close please let me cum! Please please please I need to cum please Christian please!" you all but screamed.
"Shh, it's okay. You can cum baby. Let it go for me," he said softly.
Your vision went blank as you came, your hands grasping at Christian's curls to anchor you to reality. Your legs shook violently as Christian continued coaxing your climax out of you, only slowing down as your body started spasming with overstimulation.
"Christian I need more," you whined, gasping for air.
"I know baby, I know. I'll take good care of you," he said. "I'm right here okay?"
Christian kissed your lips gently, making your heart flutter. He softly caressed your face admiring how you glowed under the moonlight. You melted under his gaze holding him close to you.
"You okay?" he asked.
You nodded, giving him the go ahead. He moved back just enough to remove his bottoms before taking his place between your legs again. He placed both of his hands gently on your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours. He looked deep into your eyes as his thrusted his hips into yours. You gasped into his mouth as he picked up the speed, grinding slow but deep.
"I love you Christian," you moaned breathlessly.
"I love you Y/N," he responded. "I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving my worth to you."
The room was quiet except for the skin slapping against each other and the soft gasps you let out. You grabbed Christian's neck, bringing him as close as you possibly could. You needed him in every sense of the word, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on yours. He was yours and you were his. Your bodies intertwined in the same way your souls had all those years ago and that was all you really needed.
"Chris I need-" you were cut off with a particularly deep thrust making you moan, tugging at the curls on the nape of Christian's neck.
"I'm close too baby. Cum with me. Become one with me Y/N."
You had one of the strongest orgasms you'd ever had in your life. Your chest pressed into his as his cum filled you up, clenching your pussy around him. You held each other tightly, afraid to lose one another as space came between you.
The both of you laid there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of being so intimate. You gasped into each others mouths as your heartrates began to slow down ever so slightly.
"God you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Christian said in awe of you.
You flushed beneath him becoming shy.
"Babe you just came all over my dick. You really shouldn't be that shy," he said cheekily. You scoffed and hit his chest slightly.
"You're actually ridiculous," you said lovingly, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss.
He pecked you once more before pulling out of you. He got up, grabbing a towel and gently cleaning your body. He left kisses as he went, worshipping your body. Once he was done, he laid on his back bringing your head onto his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you tucked yourself beneath his arm.
"Are we okay Christian?" you asked meekly.
"Yeah baby. We're okay. We're gonna be okay."
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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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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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SOMETHING UNHOLY / CHRISTIAN PULISIC
SUMMARY: When you realize this friends with benefits relationship you had going on with him is hurting you more than its benefitting, you cut contact. When Christian realizes, six months later, that the only thing missing from the celebrations after winning the CONCACAF, is you, knocking on your door is the only answer.
WORD COUNT: 2.1k words
WARNINGS: smut, unestablished relationship (although both have feelings for the other!), unprotected sex, not proofread enough (started it so long ago i just wanted to finish it)
The kiss is heated, messy, but when he breaks it to get a breather, you’re pulling him in again by the cross necklace hanging over your head. The noises coming out of your mouth are filthy, something unholy, and his lips are the only way of sealing them in; keep them into his mouth, and hopefully, out of your neighbors ears.
The only sound that can’t be silenced is the one coming from your skin clashing with his, his hips rutting into yours in an unrelenting pace. You’re close to the edge, and he can feel it by the way your cunt wraps around him so tightly. His voice is husky, and you moan at the feeling of his lips so close to your ear when he whispers “you’re a greedy, little girl, aren’t you? all mine to ruin”.
Recognizing Christian’s voice is what wakes you up in a cold sweat.
It’s obvious he’s not here, by your side, in your bed, and you curse your brain for tricking yourself that he was. It's been months of not thinking about him -at least, in that way-, and you curse yourself for even tuning in on the broadcast of the match earlier tonight. Where else would you get those ideas in your head if it weren't for the damned USA vs Canada match you watched earlier?
You realize soon enough that you won’t be able to sleep with how hot it is -is it you, or it’s the Las Vegas heat?-, so you get up to find a glass of water, and hopefully, some peace of mind.
The knocks on the door beg to differ, though.
At first, you’re suspicious: phone in hand, and ready to call the police. But then, looking through the peephole, you have to take a deep breath and rub your still-sleep-filled eyes to confirm you’ve woken up from your dream.
“Christian, what are you doing here?”.
The fact that you're seeing him, in bone and flesh, shocks you. You don't know if it is because you've just dreamt about him, or if it's the results of six months without seeing the american: still, it makes you freeze in your place, blocking the way in, until he points inside, with sympathetic eyes, and you realize you have to let him in.
"You're alone?" he asks, once he was standing still in the middle of your living room. All lights were turned off, meaning that you could barely see him, but he was looking curiously at his surroundings. "Would you think I would have let you in otherwise?".
He doesn't wait a second longer, striding right towards you until he's taking your head into his hands and smashing his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. In the heat of the moment, you find yourself cornered against the wall, and Christian taps your bare leg with his hand to signal you to jump. You do so, contently, and moan against his mouth when you feel his hardened length against your heated center.
The man knows the path to your bedroom all too well, the memories of your last encounters during the summer not once leaving his mind, even if he tried during these last six months you’ve spent apart.
You find yourself underneath him in your bed, and you moan at the feel of his lips against your hot skin after he takes your shirt off. His mouth trails from your cheek, to your neck, leaving messy, desperate kisses on its way. He pays special attention to your boobs, taking one nipple into his mouth and rolling the other one with his hands, making you arch your back and press against his chest.
"I thought I had lost you," he mutters slowly, leaving kisses against your abdomen and nearing your hip bones, and you whine at his words. "I thought I had lost my chance with you".
You try not to think about how much you missed this, and instead, focusing on the moment with him. His lips are back against yours making it all feel too heated. He's still all dressed while you're only in your underwear, so you take the ends of his shirt to take it off him. Christian gets the message, and he begrudgingly parts ways just to take it over his head, the flexed muscles on his abdomen on show, making you almost salivate. You can't help the finger that trails from his Adam’s apple to his sternum, and he shivers at the contact, before crashing his lips against yours again.
The remaining of your clothes graces the floor soon enough, with both of you too eager to be careful about not tearing apart the fabrics. It seems like he can’t keep his hands out of your frame for long enough. He’s making his way towards where you need him most with sloppy kisses, and you let out a cry when you feel his hot breath against your cunt.
Christian yelps in surprise when you drag him by his cross chain, all the way up until he’s facing your face, again, and if you would’ve been in your right mind, you would have been more careful of not ripping it in half, but at the moment, you couldn't’ care less. A simple look lets him know that, while you would gladly enjoy the laps of his skilled tongue against your center, you need him inside of you now, and, who’s he to deny what you’re craving?
"Fuck, you're so wet" he mumbles, while sliding the head of his cock slowly between your folds, covering himself in your juices. Your hips buck against him to try and get what you want, but his cocky smile tells you this is exactly what he’s looking for: to drive you mad. "Please, stop teasing," you whine, but Christian still isn’t satisfied with your begging. "You aren't asking properly, pretty girl"
The eye roll is, partly because of how annoyed you are, and partly due to his actions; first, teasing your clit with his tip, and then, circling your entrance. "Fuck me, Christian, please".
That seems to do it for him, because he’s humming approvingly before pushing into you, slow, until he’s bottoming out. He stops there, and looks intently into your eyes, which are currently closed due to the overwhelming pleasure that his intrusion brings.
A few seconds pass before you’re asking him to move again once your eyes open, and you find his nose tipping against yours due to how close he is: his right forearm rests against your head, making him be impossibly closer to you, and, somehow, this feels more intimate than the last couple of times you two spent together.
He starts moving then, once you nod at him to signal you’re okay to keep going. Christian begins with deep, slow strokes that have you tilting your head back in pleasure, and he takes advantage of the newly conquered territory over your neck to kiss everywhere feverishly.
Once he finds your lips again, the kiss is heated, messy, meanwhile his hips don’t stop moving against yours. Eventually, the air in his lungs grows thin, and he breaks the kiss to get a breather, but you’re pulling him in again by the cross necklace hanging over your head. The noises coming out of your mouth are filthy, something unholy, and his lips are the only way of sealing them in; keep them into his mouth, and hopefully, out of your neighbors ears.
The only sound that can’t be silenced is the one coming from your skin clashing with his, his hips rutting into yours in an unrelenting pace. You’re close to the edge, and he can feel it by the way your cunt wraps around him so tightly. His voice is husky, and you moan at the feeling of his lips so close to your ear when he whispers “you’re a greedy, little girl, aren’t you? all mine to ruin”.
The filthy praise has you gasping for air, and, when he lifts your leg a bit higher over where it previously rested, circling over his hip bone, Christian hits a deeper spot that sends your mind into a frenzy, shaking with pleasure once your orgasm starts traveling all over your body.
He drops the pendant to his back, so it’s resting against his muscular back when he dips his head down to kiss your lips. With his free left hand, the one that isn’t supporting all his weight above you, he cups your face lovingly, angling your head just right to deepen the kiss, making it passionate enough to trap inside the moans and whimpers that are leaving his throat once his thrusts start to get sloppy, signaling that he’s about to cum, too.
You’re trying to keep grounded in any way you can, while feeling his hot seed filling you impossibly fuller. Your hands travel across the tanned skin of his back, feeling then the cold cross necklace resting between his shoulder blades, and you know you could cum again just by the sight alone of his tanned skin marked by your nails, with the red scratches adorning his back like it was the most beautiful canvas. The picture painted in your head is as beautiful as unholy, and you like it like that.
Both of you hiss at the loss of contact once he slips out of you, and through your tired eyelashes you see him slipping into the blue joggings he had on when he arrived, before making his way to your bathroom with a naturality that would have anyone believing this was his house. Once he comes back, wet cloth in hand, he’s careful to clean you up, and once he’s done, he pulls the covers over you both.
The silence isn’t loud: you were accustomed to this with Christian, but still, you feel the need to fill it with words, somehow.
“Congrats for the match. I mean, the win. The trophy, too”.
He seems surprised when he asks, “did you watch it?”, and you sheepishly nod. The air feels tainted with too much sentimentality, and you’re afraid this could drive him away, again; after all, you were sure, in your mind, that he didn’t return the feelings you had confessed to have before parting ways with the American. So, a joke seems like the best way to clear the air. “Well, yeah. somebody had to cheer for little boy Gio, right?”.
Your relationship with the Dortmund player isn’t quite as difficult as the one you have with Christian -with Gio, you’ve never passed the line, although there were moments where you could have; not that’s something that the man beside you knows -that you haven’t crossed the line.
Christian, occupying the space beside you now, but with his head resting against the bed frame, isn’t too thrilled with the mention of his teammate, hearing him in his voice when he growls “oh, shut up,” before drawing you in to rest on his chest, and pressing a little kiss to your forehead that you try to ignore, although the butterflies in your stomach seem to disagree.
A few minutes pass before any of you mutter a word more. You’re entirely too caught up in his chain, playing with it, and with every second passing you confirm that it’s the same one from your wet dream -the one you had earlier, before Christian came, and made it a reality-, and you really don’t know what to think about it all. Whether you manifested it, or it was just the funny ways the universe works, you don’t really know.
“You really like it, don’t you?” the american says, pulling you out of your train of thoughts, and making you confused in the act. Seeing your confused face, he’s quick to clarify what he meant. “The chain, I mean”.
“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug, trying to keep a straight face and turning your focus elsewhere: traveling your finger back and forth across his sternum. “You can keep it if you want,” he suggests, but you’re quick in turning it down. “Absolutely not”. Christian, who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer, pushes forward. “Oh, c'mon. It'll look better on you anyways,” he says, unclasping it and urging you to sit down and turn around, so he can lock it again; now, on your neck. The feeling against your clammy skin is cold, and you wonder if it looks half as good on you as it does on him.
A sudden realization dawns on your face once you see how proud he looks of the fact that you’re wearing something that’s so clearly his. You squint your eyes suspiciously, before accusing him of what you already knows it’s the intention behind the seemingly loving gesture. “And Gio will know it’s yours”.
Christian smiles devilishly before muttering, “and Gio will know you are mine”.
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a blue London - m.mount & c.pulisic
threes company
masterlist
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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compression shirt
pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
TW: NSFW // 18+ ONLY // minors dni // f!receiving oral sex // unprotected sex // pet names (princess) // dom!christian // sub!reader
A/N: based on the post-match video of Christian in his compression shirt. it did things to me. it changed me. also i don't usually write smut, so this is pretty bad BUT i felt obligated to write about that damn shirt
Chelsea just won their 3rd match in a row, winning today's match 1-3. Your boyfriend, Christian, was playing in the 2nd half of the match. You watched as the team celebrated their victory before heading off the pitch. Moments before they headed inside the changing rooms, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend without his jersey, leaving him in his beige compression shirt, which emphasized his muscles.
Your jaw dropped slightly at the sight, involuntarily letting out a gasp, which attracted the attention of a few of those around you. The way he looked was like something straight out of a Calvin Klein underwear ad: except if Calvin Klein had compression shirts.
You watched as he ran into the changing room before everyone else. You quickly collected your bag and made your way to the exit, where you knew he would be waiting for you.
By the time the rest of the team entered the changing room, Christian was already done showering. He kept his compression shirt on, as it was comfortable. When it seemed like all the other players had gone in for their showers, he took the opportunity to sneak out and leave the room.
As he made his way to the exit, he spotted you. His face lit up when he saw you approach. He looked happy. And sexy. You couldn't help but smile back at him as you stared at his body. The way the shirt accentuated his muscles and abs had you feeling things.
"What?" Christian asked as he could see you staring.
"Do I have something on my shirt?" He questioned playfully. You just gave him a soft kiss on the lips and shook your head no.
"I really like this shirt" You lightly pulled at the material that clung to his skin, while lightly running your fingers over his abs.
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed" He teased as you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, leading him to the car.
"Someone's in a rush" He commented as you began to drive home, giving him a look that told him to shut the hell up.
You drove to Christian's flat with only one thought in mind, which was the man sitting next to you and his muscles. As soon as he opened the door, you practically jumped on him and pushed him inside, pressing him against the wall.
Your eyes locked onto his muscles again, and you didn't notice anything else, besides how hard his body was pressing against yours. Your hands went right to his muscular chest and you let them roam freely over his abs. It was when your hands went lower that he stopped you, flipping you both over so he was now in control of the situation.
He now had you pressed up against the wall, his hands roaming freely over your body. The feeling was mutual, since he too had wanted nothing more than to touch you all day. Every inch of your body felt incredible to him.
You let out a moan as he let his lips trail down your neck, softly biting down on the sensitive skin. You could feel yourself getting turned on by what he was doing to you.
A tingle spread through your entire body from his ministrations, almost making you come instantly. Christian seemed to sense it because his movements suddenly stopped, and you were now being carried to his bedroom.
As he put you down on the bed, you could barely keep your eyelids open as you got used to having him hovering over you. He carefully removed your clothing, discarding it on the floor.
You felt his hands go to your breasts, and you moaned at the contact. The sensation made your whole body tremble, yet also aroused you even further. It was then that Christian started kissing down your stomach, until finally he moved between your legs.
He leaned forward, breathing hot air onto your most intimate parts, making you shiver. He then licked the crease of your thigh, before moving to kiss your inner thigh, making you shudder even more.
His tongue trailed slowly across your wet folds, and his hand slowly slid between your thighs, moving upward toward your sex. His finger curled gently around your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He sucked on your clit, making you jump, and your hips lifted toward him as you cried out in pleasure.
"You're this wet because of a shirt?"
"Mainly the person wearing the shirt" You managed to get out.
Christian chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. He wanted to make you lose control, wantonly grinding on his finger as it traveled from your entrance, up to your opening, before going back down to your clit.
After a few seconds, he withdrew his finger and mouth from your already sensitive area, causing you to gasp at the sudden loss of contact. You pulled away from you and began undressing himself, intentionally keeping his compression shirt on.
He noticed how your eyes never left his body, burning holes into the tight material he wore, causing a smirk to spread across his face.
He hovered over once again, kissing you passionately for a few moments.
"Chris, I need you" You whispered against his lips, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling his head back slightly.
He kissed you once more before aligning himself with your entrance. You felt his cock throbbing against your thigh, and a jolt of electricity shot through your body as he pushed himself into you.
You arched your back as you closed your eyes tightly, feeling your body tighten around his girth. Your legs immediately wrapped themselves around his back, urging him deeper. He thrust himself forward, hitting your walls with ease. He began sliding himself into you at a slow pace, easing his way into you.
Every push caused you to whimper. He began increasing his speed, causing you to bite your lip as you moaned his name over and over. Your body trembled with every slam he made, his pace never faltering.
You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter, filling your belly with heat. You could hear Christian gasping and grunting loudly as he continued to pound into you.
"Chris Chris Chris Chris Chris" You chanted over and over again as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, wanting him to cum inside you.
"Please Chris" You begged. Just when you thought he wasn't going to respond, he abruptly pulled out of you and slammed himself back inside you.
You let out a scream as he plowed into you, burying himself deep within you.
"Oh my god, yes!" You screamed.
"Let go for me, princess" He spoke as a strangled cry escaped your lips, causing you to lean backward as he pumped his seed deep inside you. You let out a loud sigh, as you felt your body quivering with ecstasy.
The aftershocks hit you like a tsunami, and you collapsed onto his chest, unable to do much else but ride the waves of pleasure that still coursed through your body.
When the last wave subsided, you both stayed like this for a few more minutes. Neither of you said anything; just basking in the moment. You just loved holding onto him like this.
"Wow. That was intense" He breathed out, still holding you in his arms.
"You're definitely going to be buying more of those compression shirts" You joked with a chuckle, causing him to laugh.
"I don't think I've ever been fucked like that" You added, leaning up to press your lips to his.
"If I'd known you'd like that shirt so much, I would have worn it sooner. Just tell me when you're ready for round two" He joked as well, bringing you to laughter.
The sound of Christian saying "round two" sent chills through you, yet the idea excited you immensely.
"Give me like, 10 minutes" You requested, causing Christian to raise an eyebrow at your words.
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I Can See You - CP10
notes: a lil quick comeback to puliblr and a lil birthday present to my bbg @10vnderhaze ilysm babes!
song suggestion: I Can See You (from the vault) (Taylors version)- Taylor Swift
pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader
Warnings: A lil steamy, some mutal workplace pining, closets.
wc: 1.6k
"You should come over tonight," he whispers in your ear as he passes you in the hallway, his voice low and seductive. You know you shouldn't, but everything about him gives you butterflies in your stomach. It's the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he casually refers to you as "sweetheart" in conversation. You know you really shouldn't, but… you really want to.
The shivers down your spine are saying yes, but your mind is saying no.
Rushing to your desk, you can feel the warmth spreading to your face as you spin around in your swivel chair, imagining what might happen if you do go over tonight. Your body starts tingling as your brain wanders to the potential future.
His hands intertwine with your hair, and your bodies and lips move in sync as you rise up and down in his lap. His other hand moves to your hip to guide your body at a sensual pace. You feel his tongue hook through your lips into your mouth after you break the kiss to breathe, quickly being cut off again by Christian.
The room is a mess, with clothes and bed sheets scattered across the room. The air is thick, humid, and smells of sex. Your hands explore his body a little bit more after every time you kiss. Light moans and gasps escape both of your lips as you hear a string of praise and expletives coming from his lips.
As your lips leave his mouth and move south to the region of his neck, you hear him whisper, "Have you finished making the press statement yet?" You quickly open your eyes to realize that you are neck-deep in the middle of a very hot daydream, but you seem to forget the fact that you have work and a job that needs to be completed.
"No, sorry!" you quickly reply back, smoothing out the skirt you are wearing and fixing your hair.
"It's due tonight, get to it," your supervisor replies as he taps your desk and turns around.
Opening your laptop, all you can think about is the very eventful daydream you had just before and the probability of it occurring if you do go over tonight. After quickly finishing your work, you decide it's time to get coffee, as it's only 1 o'clock, and you are yawning. Walking out of the little maze of cubicles, you bump into one Christian Pulisic.
"Have you thought about my offer from earlier?" You hear him say.
"I want to, but you know we shouldn't," you say lightly, placing your hand on his chest, if only he wasn't wearing that stupid shirt.
"Why can't we?" He responds as he places both of his hands on your waist and takes a step closer to you.
"Christian, we can't," you say with a hitch in your breath.
"I know that, but why? I want this, and you want this, so why can't we do this?" He says, lowering his face so close that you could feel his presence.
"Because people are going to find out, and either way, it's going to make things more complicated than they already are."
"Why do you of all people care about what other people think? Just let it happen, sweetheart," he begs as he presses a few kisses to your cheek and neck.
"Christian, unlike you, my chance of getting a job if this gets out and I get fired is way lower than yours." You can practically hear his groan as he pulls himself off of you.
You sigh, trying to gather your thoughts amidst the swirling emotions inside you. Christian's persistence is tempting, and a part of you desperately wants to give in to the desire you both feel. But you know the potential consequences of acting on these feelings and it scares you.
"Look, it's not just about what others think," you say, trying to explain your position. "It's about what might happen after the fact.”
Christian runs a hand through his hair in frustration, but he seems to understand your concern.
"I get it, I really do," he says, his voice softer now. "But what if we keep it a secret? Nobody has to know. Just you and me.”
As much as you wish you could believe it could work, you know deep down that secrets have a way of coming out eventually. And if it does, it could ruin not only your job but also Christian's reputation.
"I know you think we can keep this under wraps, but we both know how difficult that can be," you reply, trying to hold your ground. "It's risky, and I don't want either of us to regret our decision later."
Christian looks conflicted, torn between his desire for you and his understanding of the potential consequences. "Can't we at least give it a try? I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure nobody knows until we want them to know.”
You bite your lip, considering his proposal for a moment. The attraction between you is undeniable, and the thought of exploring this connection with him is intoxicating. But you also know that your career is important to you, and you can't afford to jeopardize it. His hand makes its way to your cheeks, as he angles your head to be face-to-face with him you shake your head no as you respond "I get it. I really do. I just wish it didn't have to be this complicated."
"Me too," he replies softly, as you reach out to touch his cheek gently. Something clicks in your head and you press your lips onto his, your bodies connecting and working with each other. He realizes that both of you are in plain sight, and discreetly guides both of your bodies into the nearest room he could find.
Pulling away for air, you realized where you were, in a fucking broom closet. Then you realized what you were doing. But he’s never looked prettier than how he looked at that moment, his hair messed up, from your hands running through it. Your lipstick smudged on his face, leaving a light tint of pink on them. His eyes were wide, and full of lust. Your heart wanted to go back for seconds, but you knew that you had to go back to work.
“Chris… we shouldn’t… I should go.” You say stuttering as you feel the same warmth from earlier creeping up your face.
“Alright yeah, we can talk about this later.” He says simultaneously flustered with you.
The tension between you is palpable as you both retreat to your separate tasks for the rest of the day. The sexual tension that once seemed exciting now feels undone and needs to be completed.
Later in the evening, as you're leaving work late, you receive a text from Christian. "Can we talk?"
You hesitate for a moment before replying, "Sure."
You meet him outside the office building, and it's clear that he's been waiting for you. The streetlights cast a soft glow around him, making him look even more alluring.
"I missed you," he says, his voice filled with love and lust.
You laugh to yourself while peering into his eyes "Christian, it's been 5 hours, you can’t miss me that much.”
"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits, taking a step closer. "I tried, but it's impossible."
Your heart races as you look into his eyes, feeling the pull of the connection between you. "I can't stop thinking about you either, but we need to be rational about this."
"I know, and I hate it," he says, frustration evident in his tone. "But I can't help how I feel."
"I know it's not easy," you reply, your voice softening.
He reaches out to touch your hand, and you can feel the warmth of his touch travel through your entire body. "I wish it didn't have to be this way."
"Me too," you whisper, torn between your heart and your mind.
For a moment, you both stand there in silence, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging heavily in the air.
“Just kiss me now.” You blurt out.
“What?” He asks with confusion at your sudden statement.
“You wanna kiss me, I really want to kiss you, and you are giving me puppy eyes and I can’t take it anymore! So just kiss me before I regret saying that you could!” You blurted out and as soon as you knew it his hands were on your face, he was gently pushing you against the brick wall of the building, and diving in for the most intoxicating kiss you could have ever imagined. You might’ve forgotten what air was during that kiss, tongues moving with each other. Bodies moving closer to the other, deepening the kiss each second.
You were practically suffocating when he pulled away from you, but you didn’t care, you were in love.
“Holy hell,” You say, catching your breath, and leaning your head against the brick wall. You can feel his hands place themselves on your waist.
“I want more.” He says as he places his lips back on your neck.
“This is the farthest we can go without HR getting involved Chris.”
“Fuck HR baby, they don’t need to know” His words slowly turning you over to his side of the argument.
“Then we better take this back to my house…”
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Finishing What We Started
Summary: One dress has Y/N leaving later than she had originally planned.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Yes-ish
Song Inspo: Leaving Me Feeling Confident - The Driver Era
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, nsfw, smut, pre-established relationship, dom!christian (with like the tiniest hint of soft!christian), sub!reader, praise, uses of the she/her pronouns, possessive!christian, mentions of ownership, body appreciation, the reader does get called a whore and a slut, slapping, teasing, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, handjob, mentions of cum,...think that's it
Notes: happy new year whores! this was an idea that the gc discussed like ages and ages ago that i had stashed away, it was that long ago that christian was still at chelsea when we were discussing it 🫣 anyway....did we like it? do we want another part? feedback is really appreciated
A giggle slips past Y/N's lips as Christian wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back from the mirror and disrupting Y/N as she adds the final touches to her makeup. "Don't you look gorgeous," he compliments, kissing the parts of her shoulders exposed by the straps of her dress. It was old, something he had seen her wear multiple times before, but to him, she looked more beautiful each time she wore it. A goddess wrapped in gold. "And you smell heavenly, too," he chuckles, breathing in the mixed scent of her favourite perfume and the peaches in her shampoo, "you know, I'd smell even better if you let me use your shampoo too."
"Over my dead body, babe," she's quick to reply, trying to decide between two different lipstick shades. She settles on the darker shade, deciding not to go with her usual shade of choice, and applies it to her lips. "We'd have a threesome long before I'd ever let you touch my hair products," she jokingly tells him, holding back a giggle as he lifts his head a little higher, his eyebrows perked as he looks back at her in the reflection of the mirror, "oh, yeah, I'm curious to know what Weston is packing."
His arms loosen from around her waist, dropping both to his sides, and he takes a sudden step back. "Wes?" Y/N nodded her head, remaining as serious as she could. Their eyes catch in the mirror and he searches hers for any sign that she was joking. "You're fucking with me," he scoffs, quickly dismissing her when he spots the corners of her lips twitching, "I know it!"
"Of course, I am.” She slips her lipstick into her purse before spinning around to face him. His arms wrap back around her waist, an instant reaction to her wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'd never want to be shared with anyone."
"Good."
His head tilts slightly to the side, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a partial smile. The look in his eyes, a hunger and desire made to burn the receiver, has her squeezing her thighs together.
"Are you sure you have to go tonight?" He asks, his breath fanning over lips that were begging to be kissed.
"I've already cancelled plans once this week," Y/N replies, raking her painted nails softly against the nape of his neck, "I don't want my new colleagues to start thinking I don't like them just because I happen to have a boyfriend whose hands seem to have a mind of their own."
"Oh?" He grins, walking his fingers down the small of her back. Each step left her body tingling, the sensation strongest at her core. "You mean these hands, right?" A sharp gasp pushes past her lips, reacting quickly to the way his hands squeeze her bum. He only chuckles when she gives his chest a soft push. "Who would you have more fun with tonight? With some girls in some cocktail bar? Or with me, in our bed, where I can worship this beautiful and always sexy body?" His hands began to roam over other parts of her body, caressing her hips, trailing his fingers up her sides, trying to touch as much of her body as he could. "I bet your answer is with me," he hooks his fingers under her chin, keeping their eyes connected, "Correct?"
"Nope." She shakes her head, holding back a giggle as he rolls his eyes. "But…" His eyebrows perk up once more like a dog excited and ready to obey whatever it was she had to say next. Her hands unwind from around his neck and slide down his chest, his eyes breaking away from hers to follow their path. "...you could always give me a teaser of what I might get later tonight."
He smirks. "How long until you have to leave?"
"I should've left five minutes ago."
"Then I better get to work," he licks his lips, bringing his hands to her sides, already pulling her dress up her thighs, "hike that dress up, baby, let me see what's mine."
The gold satin of her dress slips easily up her body, bunching around her waist, and reveals the tiniest piece of lace Christian had ever laid his eyes on. It covered what it needed to and yet still managed to leave nothing to the imagination. Her giggle snaps his eyes back up to her level.
"What is this?" He asks, hooking his finger under the thin band. He pulls it back, snapping it against her skin. "You were going to go out in this?"
"I thought about going out in nothing at all," she answers, his cock twitching at the thought of her bare pussy hidden underneath all this gold, waiting to be discovered, "but then I remember you wouldn't be there to fuck me in the toilets when the two of us are too tipsy to care, and decided there's no fun in that."
"Do the people you work with know how naughty you are?" Christian sinks to his knees, pulling the piece of lace off her hips and down her thighs, scooping it up into his hand and stuffing it into his pocket. "Do they know you cover your pussy with tiny bits of lace and beg to be fucked in nightclub toilets?" He kisses her left thigh and then the right, running his hands over the backs of her knees. She balances on one foot as he lifts her leg over his shoulder. "Do they know behind all those sweet smiles and little laughs that you're just a whore?"
"Well, I prefer the term slut," Y/N replies, carving a path through his short curls, "but being called a whore is perfectly acceptable too."
"I'm sorry," he chuckles, pausing to suck on the inside of her thigh. She jolts, tugging on his hair, whimpering as his tongue licks over the spot. "Do they know that you're just a slut?" He asks again, correcting himself.
"No, they don't, but they might if you keep trying to leave hickies in places that are hard to hide."
"Just making sure that cocky prick, who works on the front desk, knows you already belong to someone," he pleads his case, words becoming muffled noise as he licks his tongue over her cunt. Her body shudders in his hands as he blows warm air against her clit, soft mewls escaping her lips as he flicks his tongue back and forth over it. "Taste so fucking good!"
She holds the crown of his head in a firm grip, keeping him tucked between her thighs. "Feels so fucking good!" She mirrors his enthusiasm, rolling her head back and moaning.
"And to think you wanted to go out tonight-"
"-I'm still going out tonight," she corrects him, tugging on his hair, making him look up at her.
"You say that now," he fires back, licking the taste of her off his lips, "but once I have you coming in my mouth, there's no way you'll want to leave." He sucks her clit harshly into his mouth, making her whine and pull on his hair. He releases it with a sharp pop. "You'll be cancelling your plans faster than it takes for me to get the rest of that dress off."
Back on two feet, she makes her way over to their bed but softly yelps as Christian leaps to his feet and takes her by the waist. He presses a moan out of her pressing his cock, hard and strained against the front of his jeans, into her ass. "Feel that, baby?" He holds her hips still and grinds against her, panting hot breath past the side of her face. "Really gonna let me eat your pussy and then just leave me like this?"
"God gave you two hands, right?" Her smart mouth replies. "Just use your left," she taps his left hand, "maybe then it might feel like someone else is doing it."
"Don't need it to feel like someone else is doing it." His hand finds the small zipper and yanks it down. She laughs, fresh arousal trickling through her body and down to her cunt as he pushes the dainty straps off her shoulders, pulling the rest of the dress with them. "I need it to feel like it's my girl stroking my cock."
She looks down at the dress, a halo of gold silk at her feet. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm giving us both a head start," he says, mouth pressed to the back of her ear, "now get on that fuckin’ bed."
"On my back or my stomach?"
"Should that even be a question?" He gives her ass a slap for her blatant stupidity. The sting lingers as she crawls onto the bed, feeling his eyes watching her with hunger inside as she gets into position. "Perfection," he hums, kneeling behind her, running his fingers down the path of her spine and over the curve of her ass. He gives it another slap, his cock pulsating at the whine that leaves her. "You're staying in this bed tonight, princess," he tells her, grabbing at the back of his top and pulling it off.
"Then you better-" The words stop coming, her voice silenced by a single finger pushing slowly inside. She whimpers, grabbing at the covers, laying her face down against the mattress as he pumps his finger in and out of her, gradually stretching her tight walls. He withdraws his finger and circles it around her hole, teasing her until she whines for him to stop. "Christian!" She begs his free hand snaps to her hip, holding her in place as she tries to push back onto his finger. "I'm already late, so stop teasing me."
Goosebumps rise on her skin as he covers her back with gentle kisses, starting from the middle of her spine and working up to her shoulders. "Did your ears suddenly stop working?" He asks, propping himself up, his large hand splayed out beside her head. He listens for her whimpers, sliding two fingers inside her cunt and then back out. "Me and you are staying in this bed tonight," he repeats, pushing his fingers back inside, "you can go out with your new friends when I'm not here."
"What are you going to do?" She turns her head, meeting his lust-filled eyes with raised eyebrows and the trace of a grin. "Tie me to the bed?"
"Don't give me any ideas, princess," he replies, flicking his eyes to her lips, "we still have some ribbon leftover from Christmas."
A chaste kiss is placed on the corner of her mouth before he rears back on his knees, his focus shifting to the fingers withdrawing from her. His cock twitches and a soft groan slips past his lips, watching his fingers become coated in her arousal the more he pumps them inside her.
"One day, baby."
Christian pictures her laid on her stomach, her wrists and ankles bound together, wrapped in scarlet red ribbon, finished with a bow. The perfect present. A new toy for him to play with.
"One day," he repeats, withdrawing his fingers, and slapping her right cheek when she whines about the emptiness. He sucks them clean, groaning as her taste bursts on his tongue.
"Taste good?" Y/N asks, wiggling her hips, enticing him to taste some more.
He chuckles, unfastening his jeans and pulling his boxers down with them. His cock springs free, the tip engorged and a deep shade of red, leaking a lot of pre-cum, and he tips his head back, a moan trickling up his throat, as he wraps his hand around the head. With two slow strokes, he jerks his hand, squeezing the crown on the upstroke.
"C'mon," he grunts, digging his knees further into the bed to ground himself, "I think it's time you paid me some attention."
Y/N crawls onto her knees in front of him. "This morning wasn't enough for you?" She teases, poking her nails into his chest and scratching them down his skin. Four red lines directing towards his stomach gradually appear, the soft tingle of pain shooting straight to his cock.
He hooks his fingers under her chin, directing her eyes up at him. Christian wasn't the biggest of men but there was still enough of him to make her feel a little bit intimidated. "If I could, princess, I would have my cock stuffed between those sweet lips all the time," he says, running the calloused tip of his thumb over her lips, purposely smearing her lipstick. She grins, nipping gently at the digit. "But you would like that, wouldn't you?" His words aimed to degrade her, but it just leaves her squeezing her thighs tighter together. "You've always been so hungry for this cock; always desperate to get your smart mouth around it."
"I can't help it," she purrs, wrapping her hand around his wrist, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She bobs her head, sucking his thumb deeper until there's nothing left. His thumb pulls out with a sharp pop. "It's just so tasty."
A soft grunt catches in his throat as she wraps her hand around the centre of his shaft, holding it still as she licks her tongue over the tip. It's salty taste has her eyes rolling, a torturous moan rattling deep in her throat as she draws it into her mouth and sucks gently. He pushes on the back of her head, urging her to take more, and she obliges, swallowing him deeper, and pumping what she cannot fit with her hand.
"You're mine forever, okay?" His breathing grows more and more laboured as she switches her pace between slow and teasing and fast and hungry. "I'm the only one who gets to see you like this," he croaks, rutting his hips to meet each of her movements, "this is my mouth to fuck, no one else's."
"No one can compete with you," Y/N reassures him, licking her lips, breaking a string of spit.
He smirks. "I know."
"Not even Rocco-"
"Who?"
"The cocky prick, who works on the front desk," she giggles, not even surprised that Christian had forgotten his name as quickly as it took him to dislike him.
He shrugs. "Cocky prick suits him better."
Her hand takes over stroking him to release, ascending kisses up his chest as she sits up. Her thighs clamp tighter, a new wave of arousal flooding her core, listening to his groans growing more and more desperate.
"Y/N!" Her name slips off his lips like it was a prayer of sorts. Sacred to him and only him.
"That's it," Y/N nods, feeling him twitch in her hand, squeezing and pumping him faster, "watch me as I make you come."
She watches, mesmerised like always, unable to tear her eyes away from the swirls of gold in his dark eyes, even as his cum wets her fingers. She loved seeing him like this. Limp and spent, struggling to catch his breath, hiding the blush that always crept up his neck and made a home on his cheeks, seeking comfort in the crook of her neck.
"Don't," he mumbles, moulding his arm around her waist, trying to keep her close as she attempts to leave the bed. He kisses up her neck and over her jaw. "I haven't finished with you yet."
"It's gonna have to wait." She strokes her clean hand over his jaw, the stubble pricking her palm. He tilts his head, his head still foggy. She leans in and kisses his lips, catching the faint chuckle that trickles up his throat. "I'll message you when I get there," she says, grabbing some tissues from off the box on the dresser, cleaning up most of his cum.
Too tired to convince her to stay, and too aware he was just being selfish by keeping her away from her new colleagues once again, Christian collapses onto the bed.
"Finish this later?" He asks, watching her pick up her dress and disappear into the ensuite. Several minutes later, she returns with a cleaner hand, fixed hair and makeup and her body covered once more by the dress that had made her late. "That thing you called a thong is in my pocket," he mumbles, pointing to the end of the bed.
She walks back to the bed and kisses him goodbye. "Think I'll go without it," she winks, giggling as he lets out a torturous groan.
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What Nobody Sees
Part 1
Christian Pulisic x reader
You have unexpectedly found yourself tangled up in a long-term situationship with Christian.
Word count: 4700+
Warnings: Swearing, smut (under 18 DNI)
Song Inspo: Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders
Requested: No
Author's note: The original concept for this is based on a dream I had. Once I heard the song, I knew it was an immediate fit. This will be a multi-part series. Thank you, as always to @neverinadream for helping me to flesh this out. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!
September 2023
Why does he always have to be one of the last ones to arrive? You think to yourself as you wait impatiently in your room trying to distract yourself with plans for tomorrow's training session.
Yesterday, you had busied yourself with greeting the other players as they arrived for the September training camp and upcoming international friendlies. Last night you ate dinner with a few of the guys, joining them for a few card games after dinner before trying to get some sleep.
Today seems to be dragging though as you are anticipating Christian's arrival. Even though you know the arrival schedule like the back of your hand, having studied it time and time again, you still find your self glancing between the schedule and your phone as the minutes tick by slower and slower.
A quiet knock at the door, pulls your attention away from your work. You immediately know who it is from the two quick knocks a short pause and two more knocks in succession.
You take a minute to shake yourself free of the smile that has spread on your face and collect your thoughts.
"You couldn't even greet me in the lobby like the rest of the staff," he drawls, pulling you into a hug and burying his face into your neck.
"You weren't supposed to be here for another hour, you could've told me you were getting in earlier," you say, pulling back from him to look him in the eyes.
"My flight got cancelled, so I booked a private, no one told you?" he grins, nudging your nose with his.
"No, no one told me, including you," you say with a bit of an eye roll.
"Maybe I wanted to see you for the first time since June in private, and not with everyone there watching," he smirks at you.
"Yeah, why's that?" you can't help but let the corners of your mouth draw upwards into a faint smile.
"So I could do this," he says, leaning in and closing the distance between your faces as he slides his hand around the back of your head and presses his lips to yours gently.
Butterflies immediately swarm in your stomach. This isn't like him, he's never affectionate like this with you, and he's breaking the unspoken rule the two of you seem to have regarding kissing.
Stop it. Stop it y/n. He just hasn't seen you in a while. He's just horny and this means nothing. It can't mean anything.
You break away from him naturally, both of you sharing a brief smile.
"Well I'm glad you finally made it," you say turning towards your bed as he follows behind you, "the other Italy boys got here yesterday but they said you had to go home first before coming to camp, everything ok?"
Small talk is easy between you and Christian. You were friends before you unexpectedly found yourselves falling into bed with one another every time he was at training camp with the US. Now here you were, this undefined situation you were in having carried on for just over a year. You were his training camp hook up, you assumed he had someone just like you waiting in Florida and probably in Milan by now as well.
You were a convenience, a way to fulfill his needs while he was busting his ass for the national team, and you weren't going to turn down the mind blowing sex you'd been having with him, so it worked out for you as well.
However, he never made you feel like you were just one of many, even though you figured you probably were. The thought of him sleeping with anyone else didn't bother you too much as you'd sworn you wouldn't catch feelings for him because they would definitely be unrequited. He couldn't see you like that. You were you, he was him, he was miles out of your league, except when he was on international duty. Then, for just that brief time, you could pretend a small part of him belonged to you.
"Everything's fine, my sister just wanted to have a belated 1st birthday party for Avery, and I guess an early birthday party for me," he says turning you to face him.
You reach for the hem of his shirt, assuming you know what he's here for until he grabs your wrist.
"That's not why I'm here, I just came by to say hi. I've got to go do some media stuff," he smiles softly at you.
"Already?" You question and he nods, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand grazing your jaw, sparking the butterflies again. Those damn butterflies. "Guess that's what happens when you're the star of the show," you chuckle at him.
"I'll text you later, you joining the team for dinner or do you want me to make an excuse to order room service?" he smiles.
"I was actually thinking I might eat in my room tonight," you shrug at him.
"Well then it's settled, we can eat together in my room," his offer catching you off guard.
"Don't you want to catch up with the guys?" you question him a little puzzled.
"I'd rather catch up with you," he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Don't do that," you sigh, resting your forehead against his chest.
"Don't do what?" he says settling his hands over your hips.
"The sweet stuff. You and I both know that's not what this is," you mumble against him.
"Ok" he huffs grabbing a handful of your ass.
"That's more like it," you giggle against him.
"I'll see you later," he says, turning and leaving the room, but not before giving you one final glance, his eyes wandering up and down your body, a body he'd gotten to know almost as well as his own over the past year.
Dieci: Meet me in my room in ten. Everyone is downstairs so you shouldn't have to worry about bumping into anyone 😉
Y/N: 👍🏻
Outside of camp, you and Christian rarely texted. You would occasionally like each other's social media posts, maybe reply to a story, but communication was pretty limited other than that.
You hated that seeing his name flash across your screen made your heart skip a beat lately, because he wasn't yours, not really, and you knew this little game would eventually end between the two of you.
Stepping off of the elevator, you glance quickly down the hallway, making sure you don't see anyone milling about, while a large part of the team knows about your little arrangement with Christian, the staff members do not, and you'd prefer to keep it that way.
You knock quietly on his door, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when he opens the door wearing only a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips.
He notices the way you're looking at him and gives you a little smirk.
"Jesus Christ what are they feeding you in Italy," you drag your eyes shamelessly over his body reaching out to grab his bicep. "You must be hitting the gym hard over there, Christian, you're huge."
Obviously the physical attraction between the two of you is there or you wouldn't be in this situation, you know he loves it when you praise him in any way, so you never hold back on the compliments.
"Christian, you're huge," he mimics your words, "things I always love to hear," he says winking at you.
"I was referring to your arms," you chuckle.
"Mmmhmm, we will see about that in just a little bit," he says grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bed, noticing the way your thighs clamped shut at his words, a slight blush painting your cheeks in anticipation. "But first, let's order some food," he says flopping down onto the bed and pulling you with him.
You decide what you want to eat and Christian calls and places the order for room service. "No dessert?" you arch an eyebrow at him.
"Nope. I plan on having dessert before dinner. Maybe twice," he chuckles, settling himself between your legs, his face hovering over yours. He runs his nose over the bridge of your nose, desperate to kiss you, but knowing that's not an option.
You turn your face away from him, fighting your own temptation to give in and kiss him the way you want to. Kissing means feelings, and you cannot allow yourself to fall for him, a move that would surely lead to your heart getting broken.
He resigns to trailing sloppy kisses along your neck, a faint moan escaping your lips when he grazes his teeth over your pulse soothing the sting with his tongue.
"I've missed...." he stops himself when your eyes snap to burn into his, your breath hitching in your throat as you are uncertain of what he's about to confess. "Hearing you moan," he finishes, losing the nerve to tell you he has missed you.
The truth is he has missed you, having not seen you since June. He had invited you to Florida while he was home, wanting a chance to spend time with you, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the team. He knew the fact that you had to work the July camp made it impossible but it still stung a bit when you declined his offer.
Everything aside, the two of you never had a conversation about what was going on between you, never made it clear that this was just a hook up and that neither of you were allowed to catch feelings. But he has no idea what you are thinking or where the two of you actually stand.
He slides his hands under your shirt and you sit up enough to allow him to pull it over your head making quick work of taking off your bra as well.
He dips his head to swirl his tongue around your right nipple, his thumb and forefinger rolling the left between them. He licks a stripe between your breasts before pulling your left nipple between his lips.
"Fuck, Christian, I've missed that mouth of yours," you breathe out feeling him smirk against you as he leaves a purple bruise just below your left breast before he kisses his way down your body.
"You've missed this mouth?" he says in a cocky tone tugging at the waistband of your shorts with his teeth, sliding his fingertips under it and waiting for you to lift your hips.
"Yes, I've missed your mouth, but not so much all the talking," you huff as you lift your hips, encouraging him to give you what you really want.
Christian doesn't know it, but you haven't slept with anyone else since you've been sleeping with him, and while you and your vibrator can get the job done, there is no replacement for what he can do to you.
He chuckles as he drags your shorts down your legs, taking your underwear with them, and settling himself between your legs, glancing up to see your eyes burning into his, silently pleading with him.
He presses a kiss to your lower abdomen, then trails his tongue down to your pubic bone, placing another kiss there.
"No, no, no," you whimper, knowing he's planning on teasing you before giving you what you actually want.
"What's the matter, you don't want me to go down on you?" he smirks against your inner thigh, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, I do, please, I don't want you to tease me, it's been nearly two months since I felt your mouth on me, Chris, please, and our food will be here soon, we don't have time," you beg him, knowing it probably won't make a difference, but he has enough power over you to reduce you into a begging mess in a matter of minutes and both of you know it.
"Darlin', you and I both know I can make you cum twice in under ten minutes, we've got plenty of time," he kisses along the inside of your other thigh.
"Your skin is so soft, baby" he nuzzles his face against you before using his tongue to tease your folds apart, carefully avoiding your clit.
"How about instead of teasing me, you see if you can make me cum twice in under 8 minutes," you breathe out, knowing he will have a hard time resisting a challenge.
"I know you say you don't like the teasing, but you actually do like it," he nips at the soft spot just to the side of your entrance pulling a quiet yelp from you, "you're already dripping for me," he barely dips his tongue into you, humming "so sweet," against you.
He glances over at the clock, "eight minutes you said?" You nod, staring him down, "bet you a coffee in the morning I can do it in seven," he winks at you as you buck your hips towards his face when he finally gives in and flicks his tongue over your clit.
"Thank fuck," you groan as your head falls back against the pillows as he chuckles against you before beginning to work you over expertly, more than a year of experience in memorizing your body and how you react to him giving him guidance.
He doesn't even bother with starting slowly, he knows it's not what you need, as he flattens his tongue against you before flicking and sucking at your clit. Glancing up your body he watches as you roll your nipples between your fingers helping yourself along.
"You're so fuckin' hot" he mumbles against you, but continues push you towards the edge. When he's certain you are close, he slides two fingers into you, enjoying the delicious way you clench around them instantly as you let out a gasp.
He curls his fingers against your g-spot pulsing them a couple of times before holding them still and pressing them against your sweet spot while he uses his tongue to bring your high crashing down over you.
He watches as you grip the sheets with one hand, the other moving to rest on top of his head as your back arches off of the bed and his name tumbles out of your mouth as part moan and part sigh.
"Baby, of all the ways I've heard my name fall from that pretty mouth of yours, that might be my favorite," he whispers against you, the softness in his voice sending the butterflies swarming.
You squirm against him when he starts moving his fingers again, not even giving you time to come down from your first orgasm before throttling you towards a second.
"Christian, I can't" you pant out, your head rolling against the pillows when you clamp your eyes shut.
"Y/N, open your eyes and look at me" he says softly, even as he continues his movements, "if you want me to stop, you need to use the safe word, but I know you've got another one for me, I can feel it. If it's too much, say the word, do you want me to stop?"
You shake your head, his voice reassuring you, as you regain your composure. "No, I don't want you to stop, I can handle it." You focus your eyes on his as he changes his position, pulling one leg over his forearm while he kneels on the bed between your legs, the new position causing your hips to tilt upward and his fingers to drive into you at the perfect angle.
"Good girl," he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, "my perfect good girl," he mumbles as you nod and clench tightly around his fingers.
He flicks his tongue over your nipple, before using his other hand to press down on your lower belly. "What the fuck," you babble somewhat incoherently, the added pressure making everything feel more intense.
When his thumb circles your clit you feel something that you've never felt before. Your body convulses and writhes beneath him you catch one more glimpse of him, an intent look of satisfaction on his face as he knows he's got you exactly where he wants you. Your vision goes dark as you try to get his attention, "Christian, Chris, Chris, baby," the franticness in your voice snapping his focus to your face.
But it's too late, your second orgasm hits you with a ferocity that neither of you were expecting, the intensity of two orgasms mere minutes apart causing you to squirt for the first time ever. It takes you a moment to come to your senses again and realize what just happened.
Christian is still kneeling between your legs as he gently lowers your leg and withdraws his fingers from you, taking in the scene in front of him as it slowly registers.
Suddenly embarrassed, your cheeks flush and you try to move to get out of the bed realizing you've soaked the sheets and him.
"Um, did you just..." Christian looks himself over, placing a hand on your leg to keep you from getting out of the bed, a little embarrassed himself to be asking that question when it's obvious what just happened.
You nod, unable to look at him or speak to him properly.
"Have you ever done that before?" he slides his hand along your jaw tilting your head up to look at him.
"No, never" you shake your head, "has that ever, um, have you ever," you close your eyes, frustrated that you can't get a fucking sentence out. "Have you ever done that to anyone else?" You sigh, opening your eyes to find him staring at you.
"No, that was a first for me, too," he grins proudly, "and don't be embarrassed, that was literally the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."
You cover your face with your hands as a laugh escapes your lips, but he pulls your hands out of the way, his face now hovering a few inches from yours.
"And you called me baby, you've never called me that before," he smiles broadly at you.
"Surely, I have" you knit your eyebrows together.
"No, I'd definitely remember that, it's been Christian, Chris, an occasional Cap, Captain, or Pulisic, a slew of curse words, but never baby," he leans down, glancing between your eyes and lips, desperate to kiss you.
As you part your lips, almost allowing yourself to give in to him, a knock at the door interrupts you.
He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, the look of frustration evident on his features.
"That's probably our dinner" he sighs, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek and running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip sending a shiver up your spine.
You both get out of bed, Christian throwing the duvet over the mess you'd made while you grab your clothes. He meets you in the bathroom where you are getting dressed and cleans himself up a little before pulling a shirt over his head.
"Good luck with that," you chuckle, nodding towards the visible tent in his shorts as he blushes and attempts to rearrange himself before opening the door to his room.
You stay out of sight until you hear the person delivering your food leave, emerging from the bathroom to find Christian arranging your food onto the small table in his room, random sports highlights playing on the tv in the background.
He glances up and smiles at you as you make your way over to the table. "You ok?" he asks shyly as you nod.
"This looks nice," you smile at him, pouring each of you a glass of water.
You sit down and begin chatting while you eat, catching up on various things and sharing food back and forth when a clip comes on of his interview from earlier in the day spliced in with some of his recent AC Milan highlights.
His attention turns slightly towards the tv and you notice the flicker of a smile that dances on his lips at the praise he's receiving for his recent form. You nudge him with your knee get his attention, "it's been fun watching you enjoy club football again," you smile softly at him as he nods.
"So you've been watching?" he grins.
"I try to catch as many games as I can for everybody, helps me to know what you are looking like prior to getting here," you shrug.
"No other reason?" he narrows his eyes as you shake your head.
"So if several of us are playing in the same time slot, who are you going to watch?" he arches an eyebrow at you noticing the way you drop your gaze to your plate and blush slightly.
He taps his foot against yours, patiently waiting for an answer. When you glance back up at him and smile at him playfully, "Wes of course" you chuckle.
You let out a squeal as he launches himself at you, scooping you up and tossing you on the clean side of the bed. "We both know that's not true," he smiles down at you, "is it?"
"No, it's not," you breathe out as he grazes a kiss to the underside of your jaw.
"You like watching me play, don't you?" he questions you lowly.
"Yes, I've told you that. I think the way you play is creative and beautiful and I'm really glad I get to see it more regularly now," you speak honestly, "and watching you, it makes me horny," you whisper, threading your fingers into his hair.
He smiles against your neck leaving a trail of kisses there before he once again pulls your shirt over your head.
"So sexy," he mumbles against your chest kissing over the tops of your breasts as you take your bra off and toss it to the floor.
"Tell me," he glances up at you before flicking his tongue over your nipple, "what do you do when you're horny for me and I'm thousands of miles away?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," you chuckle. He sits up between your knees, pulling his shirt over his head, a cocky smile spreading over his lips as he notices the way your eyes drag over his body.
"I would actually," he bites his lip as he pulls your shorts and underwear down your legs, "do you think about me when you fuck yourself, y/n?"
The way you blush and look away from him gives him the answer he's craving.
He sheds himself of the remainder of his clothes, his cock springing free as he wraps his hand around it.
"I'll tell you a secret," he groans as you reach for him, wrapping your hand over the top of his, "I think about you, too" he leans down and whispers into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.
"I'm sure you're other girls won't appreciate that," you tilt your head back allowing him more access to your neck.
He continues trailing his tongue along your neck but his mind is going in a million different directions, the two of you have never discussed whether or not you're sleeping with anyone else, but now it's obvious to him that you think he has others, a twinge of jealousy washing over him at the thought of you having others as well.
You push against his chest and he turns to lay on his back, watching as you move to to straddle him, facing backwards. He grabs your wrist and shakes his head, "I want to see you," he says lowly, his eyes darkening, "I want to watch every inch of you while you take every inch of me."
You nod turning to face him, your hands resting on his chest as he lines himself up with your entrance. He grips onto your hip as you sink down on him.
"Baby," a strangled moan escapes his lips as he throws his head back against the pillows and closes his eyes momentarily.
You sit yourself more upright, enjoying the delightfully painful stretch you've missed since the last time you were with him.
"You good?" you ask as his hands skim along your sides coming up to brush his thumbs across your nipples.
He nods as you roll your hips and begin to slowly bounce over him, allowing both of you time to find a rhythm you enjoy.
You can't deny how much you love seeing him like this, hair disheveled, eyes wild, strings of profanities and praises tumbling from his mouth; the usual quiet and reserved side of him melted away.
"God, y/n, you're squeezing me so tight baby, you feel so fucking good," he squeezes into your hips and holds you steady while he thrusts up into you.
"Yes, Christian, just like that," you moan out, curling your fingertips into his chest. You lean forward slightly, flattening your hand against him, dangerously close to his neck as he bites his lower lip.
He makes eye contact with you, and lifts his chin encouraging you to do what he knows you are thinking about.
You've spent your fair share of nights coming undone with Christian's hands wrapped around your throat, but you've never thought about doing the same to him...until now.
You slide your hand around his throat, squeezing slightly as he smirks at you and you feel him twitch inside of you.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans and you can tell he's fighting to hold it off, not wanting to cum before you do.
His head thrashes against the pillows as you squeeze him tighter, your fingers digging into his neck when you lean down to whisper into his ear, "cum for me, baby."
"Shit, shit, shit," he moans as he shudders beneath you, gripping you as his high surges through him.
You slide your hand to his jaw as you collapse onto his chest.
"Fuck me," he sighs kissing the side of your head, "I'm a little scared by how fast that made me cum," he chuckles as you both work to regain your composure.
"Shit, you didn't finish did you?" he groans as you flop on the bed beside him and he turns to face you.
You shake your head, "but you got me off twice earlier, so going up 3-1 seems unfair," you grin at him.
You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, reassuring him that you're perfectly fine. He sighs wishing you'd properly kiss him.
You climb out of the bed and throw one more lingering glance at him before going into the bathroom to clean yourself up and get dressed.
After a few minutes, you head back into the room to find that he's dressed and cleaning up.
"I called downstairs, they are going to bring up some linens when they come to get the cart from dinner," he smiles at you.
You nod and help him place everything back onto the dinner cart before turning your attention to stripping the linens off of his bed, finding yourself getting a little lost in the domesticity of it all.
Once they've brought the clean linens, you help him remake the bed. He flops down on the bed and grabs your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours and giving them a squeeze.
"You're staying aren't you?" his eyes meet yours, pleading with you.
"What? No. I mean, I never stay. You never stay," you stammer, his request catching you a bit off guard.
"Oh, I just thought maybe after last time, you might," he drops his gaze and pulls his hand from yours. The action making your heart ache for him.
"Christian, I can't," you whisper, not quite able to get your voice to work.
He nods as you lean down and kiss him on the cheek, "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize," he offers you a weak smile, "I understand," he lies. Truthfully, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why you won't kiss him, why you won't stay with him, why after so long of being together in the way that you have been, you won't let him in.
You leave quietly and go back to your room, wishing you had it in you to go back and crawl into bed with him.
You take a shower, trying to clear your head and prepare yourself mentally for the days ahead.
When you climb into bed you notice a notification on your phone:
Dieci: I wish you would've stayed
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Prompt 2: “be a good girl” and prompt 67: “you cocky bastard.” “what's that ? you want my cock?” with Christian Pulisic
They get back to the hotel after him captaining the Grenada game tn and he’s being a bit cocky after the win + reader kinda turned on by him w the captain armband
captain chris is so !!! (also so sorry this was in my inbox for so long) // prompts: “be a good girl” + “you cocky bastard.” “what's that ? you want my cock?”
There's something about a man in a captain's band that just does something to you and to see your boyfriend with that band around his arm, it just hits so different.
You find yourself staring at him, the two of you back to the hotel room. Christian drops his bag on the floor, dropping down on the bed. "I'm exhausted," he huffs, moving to lay properly.
You hum, emptying the contents on the bag. The little black band catches your eye. "I didn't know you could keep this," you spun the band around your finger as you climbed into the bed.
"Yeah, no one wanted it so," he shrugs, pulling you down to lay on his chest. You look up at him, fingers fiddling with the band.
"What?" He asks and your brows furrow. "What what?" You asked back.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He pulls the band away from you, making you pout slightly.
"If you're gonna take it, at least put it on." You grumbled.
"Oh," he sits up, smiling. "Is that what you want?" He taunts, slipping the band back into his arm.
"Shut up you cocky bastard." You huffed, looking away. You can't help the ache between your legs.
"What's that ? You want my cock?”
"Shut up," you giggled, the man pulling you back to him when you go to get off the bed. Christian's got you pinned under him on the bed, his lips ghosting over yours. "All you have to do is be a good girl and I'll give you whatever you want."
"Who said I want you?"
"Oh, sorry let me -" he goes to get up but you pull him back, wrapping your legs around him. "Oh just shut up and fuck me."
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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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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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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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