#christian pulisic x you
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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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is it cool that I said all that? - c. pulisic
this is me manifesting reputation tv + this is an old draft I just finished up so it takes place abt a year ago when they were all still at chelsea
wc: 1.7 k , gif credits to to owner
it was routine at this point. and very frustrating for everyone that had to bear witness to the shameless flirting you and christian participated in every time your paths crossed.
it had started with occasionally bumping into each other at parties- you ran in the same circles, it was bound to happen. you’d spend the whole night tucked away in a corner, whispering and lightly brushing against each other. any girls vying for his attention that night were fighting a losing battle, christian too enraptured with refilling your drink and getting to know every detail about you. countless times girls had come up to the two of you, keen on winning his attention and luring him away, only to roll their eyes and stomp away when he paid them no mind. he never even noticed, too caught up in whatever you were saying, his pinky brushing against your hand.
all his teammates would laugh at how he’d always been reluctant to come to these parties, yet having found you, was now the first to show up. he now spent the weekdays waiting for the weekend, counting the minutes until he’d see your warm eyes and bright smile. but it never amounted to anything more, both of you too shy to make a move. when the night would wind down and the party would clear up, you’d smile and bid farewell until the next party.
when this became too tedious and christian too desperate to see you again, he decided to man up and be the one to dm you. enough was enough and he wasn’t going to get by on biweekly encounters and social media stalking you on the daily. from there, a streak of flirty messages and late night talking began. yet, again, nothing more came from it.
“just man up and ask her out,” ben bugged at him- having caught christian smiling down at his phone too many times.
one night, after a day of nonstop texting (yes, he had upgraded from dms to getting your number), you had let it slip that you’d never been to a match since relocating to london. you’d been eager to go but had never had a good enough push to actually do it. instantly he had invited you to the next match at the bridge, swearing it'd be a worthwhile experience.
it’s a date, christian replied and you both went to sleep that night with stupid grins.
fast forward a week later, the day of the match, and you’d spent the morning jumpy with nerves. was it really a date or had he just called it one in the midst of the moment? what if it was like a friend date? cue the nerves amping up.
your knees felt a little woozy when you recalled the phone call just last night (yes, phone calls between the two of you were a thing now, too). you’d stay up well into morning hours, talking on the phone, him recounting training days and you complaining about uni work. before hanging up, he softly said through the receiver, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
and christian had stuck true to his word, the match and experience as surreal as you had hoped. the rut chelsea had been in recently was irrelevant, them managing to actually win the match- the first win in weeks. you were quite embarrassed at how you spent the entire time fawning over christian. seeing him play, all in his element, left you with heated cheeks and a thumping heart.
after the game, you follow the instructions he had left for you to find your way down to him. after twists and turns in tunnels and important looking halls, you’d found the outside of the locker room. politely smiling at some girls you’d recognized from the parties, you hung in the back, nerves of seeing christian began bubbling inside of you. as players filed out, one by one, each greeted their waiting girlfriends and invitees. every guy out was one step closer to finally seeing him.
after what seemed like an eternity, there he was. catching eyes at the same time, his handsome face broke into a smile, managing to tug at every one of your heartstrings. in few strides, he’s standing in front of you, his hand stretched out for you. pulling you to the far side of the room, to a hidden nook, you’re away from the eyes and ear of everyone else there.
“hi,” looking down at you. “thank you for coming.”
mirroring his lovesick smile, “of course. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”
neither you nor christian remark on the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet. and his brown eyes are staring intently into yours as he gives your hand a squeeze, “what did you think? was it everything you expected?”
“yeah, it was amazing.” you breathe out, trying hard to fight the smile on your face. you’re sure it looks quite silly, both of you with reddened cheeks and shy laughter. making yourself admit to him, “you were amazing.”
this causes christian to beam, his smile getting even wider (as if it were any more possible). he’s unsure of what to say, of what to do.
he wants to play the modest role and say that he was just doing his job, it was a team effort. he also wants to tell you that he had been trying to show off, well aware that you were somewhere in the stands watching him. he wants to tell you that he hardly slept last night, too nervous over the idea of seeing you today. he also wanted to tell you that you’re always in his head, consuming all his thoughts. or, maybe, he just wants to kiss you. yes, he could tell you all that stuff some other day. right now, all he wants to do is kiss your pretty face and never stop.
he takes this time to really look you over. from the minute he stepped out of the locker room and spotted you, he hadn’t lost you from his sight. travelling from your eyes to the slope of your nose and down to your lips, he couldn’t get enough of you.
and from there, is where his attention was brought to the blue fabric around your neck. gaze going down, for the first time, he notices that you’re wearing a chelsea jersey. christian chastises himself, too caught up in her pretty face that you hadn’t seen what she was wearing, idiot?
his unoccupied hand reaches to touch the part of the shirt closest to your neck. that color blue looked so lovely on you. it’s more of a whisper to himself, “I didn’t know you had a jersey.”
“well I didn’t,” it’s now your turn to beam. too caught up basking in his presence, you'd forgotten all about your little prematch endeavour. you were half nervous he wouldn’t care but half excited that maybe he’d love it. “but I got here early and decided to look around the store. I found something I really liked and had to buy, yanno?”
ignoring his furrowed brow and confused stare, you let go of his hand to turn around. your back facing him, christian is met with a neatly stitched ‘10’ and ‘pulisic’.
“you bought my jersey?” he’s dumbfounded, all he can do is stare at his name and number sprawled on your back. finding your hand again, he turns you face to face, again. christian was unsure of what to say, too many emotions going through his head and heart. “I coulda gotten you one for free, you didn’t have to spend your money on it.”
shaking your head, “nuh-uh, do you know how cool I felt going up to the register with your jersey? the lady working even asked if you were my favorite player.”
“yeah?” christian felt the two of you getting closer with every word said. as if there was some sort of magnetic force pushing you together, there were only mere inches separating you guys. one hand still holding yours, he let the other settle on your waist. it felt electric, it felt right. his mind flashed with the image of his name on your back, something possessive being awoken in him. “and what did you tell her?”
you pause for a moment, putting on your best poker face. in your most serious voice, “told her no. that mason mounts jersey was sold out so I had to settle for yours.”
instantly his smile drops and there’s a pinch to your hip where some skin was exposed. when did his hand get there? a pout on his lips, “you’re terrible. that was-”
“a joke,” now you leave a pinch on his cheek. a slight scoff and a glance towards mason on the other side of the room, “mason couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to wear his jersey.”
“good.” still pouting, he gets even closer with every word. being this close to him, you’re able to count every freckle on his cheeks and the stars in his eyes. both hands on your hips now, “because I don’t wanna share.”
“well lucky for you, pulisic,” another inch closer, “I don’t want to be shared.”
lips practically touching, your hands reach to cup his face. from there, you pull him down as you go up on your tiptoes. everything else seemed to fade out as your lips moved together. no rush or urgency, just softness and words unspoken. who needed words? words and confessions could be said later.
too lost in each other, the two of you were unaware of mason and bens nosey stares. shaking his head at the scene in front of them, ben holds his hand out. “alright, he finally made his move and they’re snogging. pay up.”
“no way!” mason scoffs, “the bet was that he had to make the first move. she practically jumped his bones.”
“bloody specifics,” ben mutters as he opens his wallet and hands mason the 200 (unjustly, in his opinion) owed pounds.
what? if they had to suffer and watch two idiots fail to flirt, they were going to make some money out of it.
just wanted to post something before the semester started and i got swamped w schoolwork :) like always, feedback is really appreciated, thank you!
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Familiar Faces
pairing: christian pulisic x reader
summary: the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.
author’s note: this is wild card lmao - not hate to gio I just needed someone lmao
all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :)
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youruser: pretty girls drink tequila.
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↪️cmpulisic: still the prettiest girl
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user5: sooooo handsome
youruser: rahhhhh americaaaaa 🦅
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↪️youruser: make me
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user12: ^HELLO ARE YOU SEEING THIS??? FASFQFHQJ09VHEWV
user9: coincidence that y/n and chris are both in florida at the same time and posting boat related pics ??? 😗
user13: who took these pics??? It’s soooo cute thank you for your service
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user6: NOT GIO LIKINGGGGGGG
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fine line [ christian pulisic ]
after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.
[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *
[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — insta au, im not really good at dates but just imagine the setting is during the summer lmfao, christian & y/n softlaunching (are they really though 🤨) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *
࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ YEAH so ive only got this for now, i haven’t finished writing the narrative scenario BUT FOR NOW enjoy this <3 ALSOOO belated happy birthday to my man who isn’t my man but is my man ❤️🖤
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cmpulisic summer for the books ✌🏻 ready to go 🚨♟️
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user wait what
user since anyone isn’t mentioning anything about the 4th and 8th pic, i will. DID I MISS SOMETHING OR....?
user girl you’re wrong, everyone’s talking about it
user you mean, did WE miss something? yeah, we definitely did
user yall maybe that’s just his nephew or something 😭
user i don’t...i don’t think so...
user WHATTTTT
user whose kid is that christian 😭
user this is your year christian 👏🏻
user captain america ❤️🖤
masonmount congratulations brother 🤝
benchilwell my man 🫡
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yourusername what a crazy summer it has been 🌻 til next time florida!
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emilyemmons 💗 enjoy your journey to milan, my loves!!
yourusername come visit us when celeste is a bit older 😚💗
emilyemmons oh we definitely would 🫶 celeste definitely loved having her godmom around 😌
yoursistersig hot mamas!! 🥵 emilyemmons yourusername
yourusername stoppp 🫣
emilyemmons this summer is the most i’ve seen y/n wear bikinis and she’s the HOTTEST
yoursistersig ikr! that’s what i've been telling herrr 😫
yourmomsig zekey holding the flowers 🌷 enjoy milan, my love 🤍 wishing you all the best
yourusername 🥹 see you soon mom!!
emilyemmons those are from ********* 🤭
yourusername emi!!!
yourmomsig well, they’re beautiful! he definitely remembers which flowers you like 😉
deedee_pulisic come back soon with zeke ❤️
yourusername of course! he and avery can be playmates 🥰
user wait a minute...
user girl are you thinking what i’m thinking
user ...yes...
user is THAT christian 😭
user GIRLLL the tattoo, the beard !!!! it IS christian
YOURUSERNAME HAS SET THEIR ACCOUNT TO PRIVATE.
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user wait what
user I KNEW THAT KID IS HIS
user we’ll never know unless he confirms it him babe
user girl are you not convinced already lol look closely at the pictures of the kid on the mom’s posts, he clearly looks like christian when he was a kid
user still not convinced
user you do you ig
user “very special people that i’ve recently reunited with” omfg exes to lovers i think
user GIIIIIIIIIIRL 😭 dont do this to me
user dont blame me i finished a lot of movies today
user i dont know which one of you bitches just lied to me and told me i have a chance with this man ... APPARENTLY HE HAS A KID
user this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve read today 😭
user yeah that girl and kid is definitely connected to him, i surrender
user she’s definitely the girl he dated during his dortmund days
user i cant complain though, she’s gorgeous and i dont blame christian for being private with his relationship right now especially if they have a kid together
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the golf club / christian pulisic
summary: as a professional golfer, life can get kinda hectic, making you forget about your side hobbie, posting youtube videos. it's only right that the comeback is a video that no one really waits.
author's note: this is kinda all over the place but since the pictures dropped I could NOT stop thinking about him so here you gooo
fc: lily muni he, absolute queen 🤍
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user1 sorry but we're NOT focusing on the sunset here miss 🫡
user2 WHOSE HAND IS THATTTTT
user3 you're soooo pretty
user4 when are you coming back to youtube 🥲
yourusername so soon!!!!
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user1 you're not lying miss
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user2 ARE WE NOT GONNA ADDRESS THE POLAROID????
cmpulisic indeed
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user4 wait what????
user5 user4 they're friends!!! he's in her last video posted
user6 yeah friends..........
user3 i aspire to be like you
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kaihavertz29 winning on and off the pitch, as the kids would say?
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user1 where do they know each other frommm
user2 well i think she's a professional golfer so maybe ?
user3 he's in her last yt video :)
masonmount look at that smile 😉
cmpulisic shut up
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user1 THERE'S NO WAYYYY
user2 WE WERE FUCKING RIGHTTTTT
cmpulisic taking lessons for a year now ⛳🤍
user3 A YEAR?????
yourusername my best student ❤️
cmpulisic you have more?
masonmount sorry you find out this way mate 🙁
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better with you — christian pulisic
Christian opened the front door and kicked his shoes off, feeling drained. All he wanted was the comfort of your arms after another difficult day at the office, and he couldn’t wait to be comforted by you.
Unfortunately, he knows he’ll have to wait a bit more. Despite his away game being only one hour away from home, you couldn’t make it due to an event from work. You love what you do, but you can’t deny it’s frustrating when you happen to have an event during one of his games.
You know that Christian understands that you have your own job, but you also know he really wanted you there tonight, and not being able to support him properly kills you.
Waiting for you to come back home, he changed into one of his shirts and sleep shorts, laying in bed to get comfortable.
Tiredness got the best of him, and when you finally entered your shared room you found him sleeping, his lips slightly apart.
You took a quick shower and changed into one of Christian’s shirts before sneaking in bed. You don’t have the heart to wake him up, no matter the situation, so you gently scratched his scalp the way you know he likes, hoping it would help him sleep better.
When his eyes fluttered open to meet yours, you smiled at him. Christian instantly pulled you closer, laying on top of you with his head on your neck.
“I missed you” his sleepy voice sounded muffled against your skin, and you giggled when his beard tickled you.
Hugging his shoulders tightly, you buried your nose in his hair.
“How was the game, babe?”
Christian sighed, and you could feel his shoulders tensioning.
“Let’s not talk about this shitty game” he murmured against your neck, and you gently pulled his head by his hair so he would look at you.
“My app says you assisted Luka tonight” you raised an eyebrow at him, now stroking his cheek.
Christian intertwined your legs, holding your gaze.
“It also says my team lost” he rolled his eyes, but not before you could see the glimpse of pride.
You know he’s always tough with himself. His individual performance doesn’t matter if the team is not winning, but you have been doing a great job teaching him that his performance matters, and that he can feel proud of himself even though the team lost.
“It happens” you shrugged. “But you played well. I’m proud of you”
Christian gave you a shy smile, not totally used to have you completing him despite loving it. He brushed his nose against your cheek, closing his eyes when you played with his hair.
“You’re coming to the next one?” he murmured, afraid of the answer. The next one is a Champions League game, in England. A place he used to call home for a while.
You know how important this game is to the whole club, and to him, so you previously cleared your agenda at work. You want to be there, whether to celebrate their victory or to comfort your boy after.
“You’ll assist again? For me to see this time?”
“I can score a goal for you, that’s even better right?” he kept murmuring, too tired to speak any louder, your hand in his hair almost shutting him down.
“Yeah?” you smiled, turning your head to face him.
The prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen were looking back at you.
“Yeah” he kissed your jaw, his big brown eyes full of adoration for you. “Because I love you”
“Oh, do you?”
“I love you” he whispered against your lips, lazily brushing your noses together. “I’m a better player when I see you in the stands”
You giggled, feeling that weird thing bubbling in the pitch of your stomach. It has been like this since you met him, and you’re afraid it won’t stop no matter how many years pass.
“You’re always a good player, love” you pecked his lips, adjusting your body to a more comfortable position so Christian can fall asleep soon, his tired eyes worrying you.
He nodded, his fingers now brushing the skin of your waist and giving you little goosebumps. His voice was even lower when he finally spoke, practically humming and eyes already closed.
“But I’m a better one with you”
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you and me forever | christian pulisic
had a thought, didn’t turn out great, here it is anyway x
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“come on sweetheart, give me one more, I know you can do it.” christian cradled her face with his hand, keeping his eyes on hers till they fell to the back of her head, her mouth dropping open as his name left her lips.
“christian, oh baby, fuck,” she squeaked out, him having successfully worked her through the sensitivity till she was feeling pure bliss again as he moved between her legs.
he looked down between the two of them, marvelling in the sight of her swallowing his cock. little groans escaped from his throat as her warm walls clentched around him and he felt himself approach his high that he had been holding off for longer than he could now bare.
christian drunk in the image below him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes clamped shut as moans continued to leave her mouth.
“yeah? you like that, princess?” he muttered into her ear, not stopping the perfect pace he had built up, hitting her sweet spot every time. the light stubble of his beard brushed up against her skin sending shivers up her body, despite the heat radiating from her skin.
she managed to get out a small whimper making christian chuckle slightly. “my good girl, that’s it, gonna come all over me again, baby?”
his words were all too much for her and with a moan of his name she clenched around him, seeing stars as she hit her high for the third time that evening. the sensation of her pulsating around him paired with the sweet sounds escaping her lips spurred christian on as he finally let his release take over, filling her with ropes of his come as he groaned into her ear.
christian collapsed on top of her causing y/n to erupt into giggles at the heavy weight of her boyfriend laying on top of her. she loved it when he did this, it was almost as though he forgot quite how much he weighed as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
she wrapped her arms around him, bringing one hand up to trace her fingertips across his back, drawing aimless shapes onto his skin and just loving the feeling of his skin under hers. christian equally adored the feel of her fingertips on him as he buried his face further into her neck, softly leaving light kisses over the purple and red marks that had already begun forming from the evening’s events.
after a few minutes, y/n begun struggling with christian’s body on top of her, reluctantly speaking up. “babe, you’re kind of crushing me now.” she giggled, not wanting him to feel bad. she loved the feel of him on top of her but her body couldn’t take it much longer.
christian was quick to use his arms to take the majority of his weight from her before slowly pulling out, enjoying the sight of his come slowly leaking out of her.
he hovered above her once more to plant what he intended to be a singular feather light kiss to her rosey lips, y/n taking the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, christian only pulling away when his lips curled upwards as he tasted himself on her tongue. his head spun just as much as her’s from the evening’s activities, completely and utterly in love with her.
christian told y/n to stay put whilst he quickly left the room to get a damp cloth. not even a minute later, he returned and carefully wiped y/n clean, only stopping briefly when quiet whimpers left her mouth at the cold sensation.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’m almost done.” he promised, guilt evident in his voice as he gently wiped at the stickiness coating the insides of her thighs.
she just smiled, “mhm, it’s okay, i suppose it was worth it.” she beamed, christian finishing up and tossing the cloth to the side.
he planted a gentle kiss to her lips, y/n looking up at him as he pulled away, a sleepy smile plastered across his face.
hovering over her still naked body, he couldn’t help his eyes taking over her, taking in every inch of her. she felt the heat rush to her cheeks as they flushed pink once she clocked christian’s gaze, quickly moving her hands down her body to try and cover herself. she suddenly felt self conscious, even if he had just seen every inch of her.
christian shook his head and grabbed her wrists with his hands, pulling them away to place them to the side of her body. upon her face was a sheepish smile at his actions, her eyes fluttering closed every now and then as she struggled to fight the urge to let slumber overcome her.
christian felt his stomach do a flip as his eyes reached y/n’s face once more. he would never get over the way she made him feel and recently all he had been able to think about was making her his forever. so much so, he had gone out and bought her a ring.
the pair had joked before with y/n showing him pictures of rings she liked, but after only being together for just under a year, y/n thought the idea was far too ludicrous to be anywhere near his mind.
she would’ve never expected christian to have bought her the ring that sat tucked away in the box at the back of his bedside drawer.
not the best hiding place, christian didn’t care. he almost wanted her to find it so he would have an excuse to give it to her seeing as he couldn’t pluck up the courage, nor could he find the perfect moment.
as she led underneath him, all he wanted to do was pull out the ring, confess how he wanted to make her his forever and officially do that by asking her to marry him.
his heart fluttered at the thought of her going to bars, to work, just out and about with his ring on her finger. everyone would know she was taken. that she was his.
neither of them were into big romantic gestures, both perfectly content with keeping their relationship fairly private. it was for that reason he found himself contemplating right there and right then, pulling the ring out and asking her to be his forever.
he was snapped out of his trance when y/n uttered his name, eyebrows furrowed together as she watched the expression on his face as his mind went at a million miles an hour.
“are you okay, baby?” his heart melted at the pet name she always called him.
“sorry babe, i was just getting lost in your eyes.”
she let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes. “we both know that’s a lie because i’ve been struggling to keep my eyes open.”
he chuckled at her catching him out. “okay, you got me there.”
“what were you thinking really?” she asked, furrowing her brows slightly as she watched on at her boyfriend looking deep in thought.
christian raised her eyebrows, doing his best to distract y/n with a playful comment. “i was just wondering if you think we could beat 3 tomorrow?”
y/n’s mouth flew open with a gasp as she chucked before replying, “mhm, i think you could give yourself a good run for your money.” she giggled as she felt her heart rate get a little faster at the thought.
after a little longer of laughing and cuddling, y/n reluctantly pulled herself away from christian and the cosy comfort of his bed to head to the toilet. she picked up christian’s previously discarded jersey from the floor and slipped it over her head, breathing in his scent as she padded off, feeling completely and utterly in love with the boy.
christian stayed lay on the bed watching on as she headed into the en-suite. his heart fluttered seeing her wearing nothing but his jersey with his last name and number on the back, a smile creeping onto his face as he thought about the idea of the name on her back becoming hers too.
his eyes glanced over to his bedside drawer as he contemplated what to do next, his mind going crazy. was he really going to propose to her in their bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers, following an evening of sex?
christian took a deep breath as he pulled back the drawer to his bedside cabinet, easily locating the square black box.
hearing the toilet flush and the tap run, he quickly made the decision, deciding there would be no time better than right now. he closed the drawer and pulled back the duvet, putting the ring down on the mattress behind his back.
christian wasn’t paying much attention when y/n returned, his mind too busy trying to scramble together the right words to ask the biggest question he would ever emit. she climbed in under the duvet to join him, frowning when she attempted to snuggle up into his chest and he didn’t move to welcome her in like he normally did. she looked up to face him, jutting out her bottom lip to give him a playfully angry look.
“excuse me, do i not deserve a cuddle?” she pouted up at him and he felt his heart start to go crazy as he realised what he was about to do.
“chris? are you okay, baby?” she asked, slightly concerned as she tried to make sense of what was going on.
“i just, i don’t want you to be upset that i’ve not made this a big deal. but to me it feels right, there is nowhere i’m happier than when i’m at home and it’s just me and you.” he spoke, eyes fixated on the space between them in the bed as he was unable to look at her.
“did you knock your head when i was in the bathroom?” y/n laughed with a confused look still spread across her face, completely dumbfounded as to what her boyfriend was going on about.
he continued, “i don’t want to do some big grand gesture just for the sake of it because that’s not us.” he gathered us the courage to look at y/n, her nose scrunched up in confusion. “all i want… all i want is you. i just want you, forever and ever.”
she let out a small, unsure laugh. “you’ve got me, baby.” she spoke softly, still perplexed where this had all came from, and where it was going.
“no, you don’t understand.” he took a deep breath before continuing, “i want you to be with me forever, to be the one waiting for me at home when i’ve had a shit day at training, to be the one i look for pitch side when i win a big game… to be the one who looks after me and brings me soup when i’m sick, and not just because that’s all you can cook.”
she let out a little laugh at that before letting him continue.
“i want you to be the one i watch walking down the aisle to me, waiting for you to take my hand and tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me just as much as i do you.”
all the pieces started to fall into place and y/n’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. she watched on as christian reached behind him to retrieve the black box, tears filling in her eyes as she clasped her hand over her mouth at the realisation of what was happening.
christian climbed off the bed and walked round to her side of the bed, crouching down onto one knee as he opened the box, a beautiful oval diamond, similar to the ones she had jokingly put in his instagram dm’s, shining in the low light coming from the bedside lamps.
“y/n, baby, will you marry me?” his brown eyes glistened as he nervously looked up at y/n, her eyes now watering too as she stared at the man who she loved with all her heart. suddenly she felt all her dreams coming true. all the time she had spent thinking about starting their own little family together, growing old together. it was all becoming a reality.
y/n let out a sob, tears now streaming down her face as she nodded. she didn't try to say anything, knowing full well the lump in her throat wouldn't allow her to.
a bright smile lit up christian’s face as pulled the ring from the box, his hands just as shakey as hers as he slipped the beautiful diamond onto her finger.
“oh my god.” y/n choked out, her heart feeling like it was ready to burst as she moved her hand back and forth, watching at the diamond dazzled.
he was now her fiancé. his glistening dark eyes were wide with love and his hair a total fluffy mess from y/n’s hands tugging at it earlier on that evening. he looked so beautiful, and she couldn’t believe he was all hers forever.
she opened up her arms and christian gladly met her embrace, pulling himself off the floor and falling into her arms in a cuddly mess on the bed.
“it’s you and me forever, baby.”
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Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)
WC: 800+
Warnings/Tags: pure fluff
A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)
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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.
“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”
“What video?” He replies.
I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.
“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”
“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.
He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.
“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.
“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”
“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”
“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.
“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.
I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”
“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”
“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”
“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”
“I know you will.” I wink at him.
His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.
“Y/N…”
“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.
“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”
With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”
The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.
“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.
“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”
“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”
Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!
“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”
“Why are you so sure I want it?”
“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”
“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”
“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.
“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”
“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.
“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.
“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”
“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”
“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”
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Hi! If you still take requests can you do a bf christian pulisic headcanons please? I don’t see a lot of them for him 🥺
christian as a boyfriend ❣️
would always keep a hand on you every where you go. his love language is touch, so it can be, holding ur hand in public, on ur thigh, when your sleeping a hand around ur waist, a hand on your butt when he becomes possessive bc ik he is.
he kisses you softly, a hand on you hip and the other one resting on your cheek. as much as you love his gentle and soft kisses, you can’t help but enjoy the heated ones as well.
his heated kisses where he starts kissing ur neck all the way up to ur jaw, kissing the corners of your mouth before connecting your lips together. he especially loves bitting ur bottom lip and pulling it back, watching as you blush beneath his touch, his hand slightly around your throat with the smallest pressure. “god baby look at you. so pretty for me.”
bf!christian where he takes pictures of you secretly every where you are. you could be simply washing dishes or cooking but there he is with his phone. when grocery shopping and ur picking our sweets and crisps, you driving, you dancing freely to music. when you’d ask him he would shrug it off. “took it while you weren’t looking.”
during important events, he would spoil you, sometimes hiring a makeup and hairstylist for you, buying you a new pair of heels and dress. surprising you with a pair of earring and a necklace with his initial bc ur his. “don’t take it off. everyone needs to know ur mine, and only mine.”
i just know he’d be possessive about you in every aspect. you making small convo with the man at the bakery and he’s just there looking at him with a smug. at the gym where he towers you and covers you from anyone’s view. when taking a mirror selfie he places a hand around ur waist or on your boob. “gotta remind them, that’s all.”
on a rainy day he’s extra snuggly. you’d spend your day cleaning and then lay on the couch. make cookies and light his favorite candle. as much as he loves being big spoon, he feel safe and sound in ur arms. christian’s head on your chest while you draw small shapes on his back.
he knows how anxious you can get especially when it’s a place that’s super crowded so he’d tell you to trace his tattoos, and kissing ur temple every now and then. “trace them baby. distract yourself from them. it’s just me and you... i love you prettygirl.”
he’s a super private person like you, so date nights at home are special to him. you teaching him how to cut the vegetables required, telling him to mix the food in the pan/ pot. when everything is done, he grabs ur hand and brings you into him, dancing softly in the kitchen, hearing him sing to you.
when visiting the states, he takes you on his boat, spending the whole day swimming, reading, playing chess bc he taught you, and then helping him grill (bc he’s a grilling dad at heart). you would take pictures of him in the sunset, lay together with a blanket keeping you warm, and kiss him bc you truly can’t help it. “so handsome baby. cant get enough of you…”
christian bf where he gives you his jersey to wear and expect you to show it off. it drives him insane, especially when ur hair is up and it gives him a view of you small ear tattoo and on your neck as well. when ur alone he would definitely kiss them and just be in a horny mood. “yk how much i love when ur hair is up y/n… especially with my name on ur back. ur killing me out there.”
when the two of you can’t sleep, you spend hours discussing ur futures together. the two of you sacrificing to stay together, so anywhere he goes you go. talks about having kids, owning a ranch looking home, a big dog to protect you and the kids when he isn’t home. taking more vacations, to places YOU want to go to. “anything and anywhere you want, baby. you name it and i’ll give it to you.”
bf christian where he kisses your knuckles randomly, and you blushing bc it causes you off guard.
when he sleep you just fall deep in concentration at his beautiful face. ur eyes drawing back and forth from his small scars, to his freckles which you adore. the moles, the faint wrinkles, his stubble 😵💫
you begging him not to shave but he still does so bc he loves seeing you all pouty and moody. “sorry baby, but i just hate it.”
getting a tattoo that’s sort of dedicated to you. and when he finally tells you he’s just laughing at ur shocked face.
i just know when he’s drunk, he’s constantly wanting attention, doing things to show off, making you laugh by his dad jokes, and just being all soft and gentle. “baby watch this… i bet you haven’t heard this one… just hold me, need to feel you against me…”
him just praising you for everything, “good girl princess… being such a good girl for me… look at you baby, doing so good for me…”
him handing you his hoodies bc of how easily you get cold. knowing he gets mad when you stick ur cold toes in his warm skin, groaning at the contact. “baby! no pls stop… it feels cold.”
christian bf where he buys you the book you add to ur wishlist and when you’d ask how he knew, he would confess that he just knows. but since he loves spoiling you, he would look through that list specifically.
CHRISTIAN WEARING JEWELRY 😵💫😵💫 a watch specifically, or rings and it makes you go insane.
bc christian purposely wearing no shirt when around you, watching how you get all shy and innocent, but you just adore his back muscles, and his abs. dragging your small hand around his soft and warm skin, knowing he will get goosebumps.
bf christian having to wake up early for training, so he leaves notes for you reminding you how much he loves you, stuff you need for the house, or that he left coffee/ breakfast for you.
bf christian always being down to watch old movies with you. but instead of watching the movies he just pays attention to your eyes growing wide at ur favorite scenes or lines, ur smiles growing wide, holding you when you hysterically cry at certain scenes.
christian bf becoming so sad and scared that he’s going to lose you one day, even crying bc he never wants to let you go. “i can’t help it baby. if you were to ever leave idk if i could cope without you. pls promise me you won’t leave me? ever? i love you babygirl. want you all to myself.”
these are all i could come up with for now :( but i want to make another one bc i enjoyed making this one!! sorry if it’s short but this is how i picture bf christian 🤭❣️
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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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Painting Every Inch Of You As Mine
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Summary: With you, Christian gets to do all the things he's only dreamed about.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: I Wanna Be Your Slave - Måneskin
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, nsfw, all smut and no plot, pre-established relationship, dom!christian, sub!reader, the reader has a nipple piercing, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), praise kink, degradation kink, reader is called a cocktease, mentions of oral sex, begging, overstimulation, breast play, masturbation, titty fuck, oral (male receiving), fingering, cum play, not edited....i think that's it
Notes: this is your final warning, this all porn and no plot. also, this features something that i have surprisingly never written before so if it sounds clumsy that's why. the first few paragraphs came from an idea me and @thoseboysinblue discussed many many months ago and this has blossomed into something entirely different. but if you want to read that original idea it can be found here 😉 anyway, here's some smut, you filthy whores. feedback is always appreciated
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"Shit-!” Christian curses under his breath, pressing his free hand against the shower tiles to keep himself steady. His grunts are mixed in with the sound of the shower, the warm water running down the back of his neck warming him up each time he shivered from squeezing his hand tighter or flicking his thumb over the slit. “Just like that,” he pants, his forearm flexing as he strokes from root to tip, his rhythm switching between fast and needy and soft and slow. His hand jerked a little faster, his bottom lip detaching from his top lip as your name sat heavily on his tongue. "Yes, Y/N," he groans, his cock pulsing at the sound of your name, "just like that-make me come."
Curse your boss for calling you in for an early morning meeting, he thinks to himself, wishing you were here to stroke him to release, and not discussing your next project.
In his head, he pictured you pressed against the shower door, the cold glass soothing your nipples, that were sore from being pinched and nipped at by him. The column of your neck had been marked with fresh hickies he knew you would have a hard time trying to hide from your friends/colleagues. His hand would've gotten tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he took you from behind, his free hand grabbing a handful of your ass as his hips slammed against it.
"You know they put locks on these doors for a reason, right?"
His whole body goes tense as your voice carries over the sound of the shower, his head snapping over his shoulder to see your head peeking around the bathroom door. You move your eyes from the brunette curls sticking flat to his forehead down to the tight muscles in his back and his round ass.
He watches the grin form on your lips. "Nice bum, by the way."
"Well, it's a good thing only my girlfriend has the only other keys to my apartment," Christian replies, his strokes switching to a lazy rhythm. The palm of his hands rolls over the crown and he shudders a groan, a new wave of pleasure flooding his body as you drop your eyes to watch. He knew he could get off on watching you play with yourself, but never thought about what it would do to him if the roles were reversed. "I thought you had a meeting?" He changes the subject, snapping your eyes back up to his flushed face.
"It lasted all of five minutes," you mumble your reply, your focus gravitating once more to the hand pumping up and down.
He smirks at you, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. "My eyes are up here, baby."
You bite your lip. "But your cock is prettier."
He straightens his back and turns to face the glass door. His hand doesn't leave his body and stays moving at the same pace. You see his mouth move but you don't register the words that leave, your focus shifting to the way his muscles and veins ripple in his forearm on each stroke.
"Y/N?"
His voice rips your eyes away, the heat in your chest travelling up your neck to your face as you see the furnace burning inside his eyes.
"Why do you still have your clothes on."
Innocence washes over your features. "Because I was waiting for you to tell me to take them off."
A groan cuts his chuckle short, his hand wrapping around the tip and squeezing it the same way you would before taking him into your mouth. His eyes close for a moment, cock twitching in his palm as he allows himself to think about the warmth of your mouth. The reaction you would tease out of him each time you took him into the back of your throat, your nose brushing up against the smattering of hair that led up to his toned stomach.
"Take them off," he demands, eyes opening to meet yours, their colour darkened by lust, "all of them. I don't want there to be a single scrap of clothing left on your body."
One by one, your clothes drop to the bathroom floor, Christian's eyes scorching your skin as more of your body is exposed to him. His eyes snag on your hard nipples, his eyes nearly rolling out of his skull as you drift your fingers delicately over the pebbled nubs. He licks his lips, imagining their taste in his mouth, and remembering the feeling of metal on his tongue whenever he flicked his tongue over the heart-shaped piercing.
Heat surges through your body as his eyes flare at the spot between your legs, to where your fingers had slowly drifted. His hand stops, squeezing tight around the base, and you smile, knowing that tension in his jaw was him trying to stave off from coming at the sight of you brushing a finger through your wet folds.
You whimper, more wetness flooding onto your finger as you continue to stroke it over your pussy. "What's next?" You ask, waiting for his next instruction.
He nods to the bathroom counters. "Go sit down."
You take a couple of steps and lift yourself onto the counter. A quiet gasp shudders from your lips, the white marble was cold against your bare skin, and your fingers curl around the edge as you anticipated his next move.
"Look at me, princess."
Your gaze snaps to those delicious pools of honey, captivated by the heat that simmered inside. There was no mistaking whose you were when he looked at you like that.
"Spread your legs," he mumbles his next order, reaching blindly behind him to turn the shower off. His cock stands to attention against his stomach, the thick girth and round, smooth head making you squeeze your thighs together, as he steps out. "Show me," he adds, hands splayed across your thighs, pushing them open, "I want to see it all."
His eyes dip to your pussy, licking his lips at its wetness, making you squirm under his hard gaze. His right hand gravitates towards the apex of your thigh, his thumb teasingly reaching out to brush around the outside of your pussy. A whimper spills from your lips, thankful that he was finally touching you, but annoyed that he was nowhere near where you needed him most.
"Christian-"
"She's such a cocktease," he talks over you, lightly dusting his fingers over your folds, reveling in the wetness that pooled on their tips, "even like this she's begging for me. Just like the rest of you. It's all just begging to be fucked."
Your chest deflates as he removes his hand, but your eyes watch hungrily as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, groaning as he licks them clean.
"And these," he groans, his gaze snags once more on your tits, the shade of your nipples tattoed permanently in his head, "do you know how beautiful these things are?" Large hands roam your chest, watching the way your tits would squish together and bounce back into place, moulding perfectly to how he desired them. "Fucking incredible," he mumbles, pulling his left hand away and dipping his head to flick his tongue across your nipple.
You groan, arching your back, feeling his tongue trace over the shape of the metal bar pierced through it.
"Think you should get this one done," he tweaks your right nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, his cock twitching as you whimper for him to do it again, "have the matching set."
You smile. "Yeah?"
He nods, the left corner of his mouth lifting to show a small smile. "Yeah." He flicks his tongue over your nipple and pinches the other. "My treat."
"Some boyfriends get their girlfriends flowers, but not mine," you giggle, dusting light kisses along his stubble, "mine gets me nipple piercings."
"It's not the only thing we could get pierced," he replies, sliding his hand along her thigh. His gaze drops to between your legs. "She's pretty now, but just think how pretty she could be." He smooths his thumb over your clit, your body jolting at his touch. "Let me make her prettier, baby."
"I think she always looks her prettiest when she's covered in your cum."
You listen to him groan, reaching for his cock and slowly stroking your hand over the head. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, unable to find his words as you keep touching him. Shuffling to the edge, you reach below and cup his balls, massaging them in your hand. Your mouth attacks his neck, licking away the drops of water that still clung to his warm skin. Your free hand wraps around his shaft, lazily pumping him, working in conjunction with the other.
"I think all of me looks prettier when I'm covered in your cum," you correct yourself, breaking away from his neck, and purring in his ear.
"O-On your knees." He lowers you to your feet, the slight bit of desperation in his voice making you giggle. You obliged, running your hands over his thighs, and licking your lips as you stare up at him. Just seeing him like this, standing tall and proud, had you drooling. "You can have that later," he chuckles, brushing his thumb lovingly over her cheek, "first, I want to fuck these perfect tits."
You eagerly nod, excitement flooding your veins at the anticipation of trying something new; it felt like butterflies were swarming your belly.
He holds out his hand. "Spit." You obliged, watching him work it over the head. "Now, tip your head back," he taps his finger against your chin, "wouldn't want to accidentally spit on your face." He quirks his eyebrow, running his thumb over your bottom lip, his head tilted to the side like his internal thoughts were disagreeing with the words he had just spoken.
"Are you gonna spit on my tits, or do I have to grab the lube?" You ask, cocking your head to the side, the corner of your mouth lifting into a smirk.
His eyes flare. "Ask me again."
You sit a little higher on your knees, your chest angled for his viewing. "Please, Christian," you soften your voice, absently licking your lips, "please, would you spit on my tits?"
More excitement licks through your veins feeling his cock on your chest, your breasts pressed around it, the smooth surface of his thick head teasing the drool to form in the corners of your mouth. Through your lashes, you look up and smile. His face is fixed with concentration, his tongue darting across his bottom lip, before trapping it between his teeth, snuffing out the groan begging to escape.
You let a fresh trail of spit drop onto his head and squeezed your tits tighter around him. "Like that?" You flick your gaze back up at him, a new wave of arousal making your thighs slick as you press them together, liking how he tipped his head back and clenched his eyes shut.
A loud moan erupts from his lips, shooting straight from the back of his throat as he bucks his hips into you. "Fuck," he curses, fingers splayed out on top of your head, their tips curling each time his cock would twitch. "Can't believe you've never let me done this before today."
You bite your lip. "Thought about fucking them, have you?"
"Ever since I saw you wearing that tiny daisy-patterned bikini," he confesses, with another loud moan.
"Whatever happened to that bikini?"
He chuckles dryly. "I think I tore one of the straps trying to get it off you." His head tips back and his eyes clench shut, his thrusts slowing down to stop himself from busting too early. "Yeah," he laughs again, "I remember you having to go back outside with one of my shirts on."
You hum, heat trickling up your neck, leaving your face feeling flushed. "Wes still hasn't forgiven you for 'violating' his 'innocent' best friend."
"He'll live," he mumbles, increasing his speed, unable to stave off the inevitable for much longer. He lets out another guttural moan, his fingers pressing hard into your hair, pushing your head down. "Fuck-! Yes, keep doing that!" He grunts, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue sliding against his head. You grin at the praise, and press your tits as tight as you can, jerking them up and down to match his thrusts. "That's-! Yes-! Good girl," he speaks in broken sentences, "fuck me back-!"
"That's it, baby!" You encourage, peering up at him through your lashes, watching him succumb to pleasure. Your voice draws his attention downwards, another moan leaving his lips as you both maintain eye contact. The once pools of amber darken to swirls of bitter chocolate as he sits on the edge of climax. "Do it, Christian!" You nod, ignoring the burn in your arms as you take over, his thrusts becoming lazy and then stopping altogether. "I got you," you whisper softly, "just let go and come for me."
His cock throbs against your chest, the first few shots of cum landing on your chest with a loud moan of your name. A stray shot of cum lands on your chin, just missing your mouth, and Christian groans at the sight. You keep going, milking every last drop from his cock, until he's stroking the top of your head and pulling himself away.
"How do I look?" You angle your chest, giving him a better view of the mess he had left.
"Beautiful," he replies, giving you his hand and helping you to your feet, "like you're all mine." He swipes his thumb across your chin and wipes it over your mouth, covering it with the stray shot of his cum that had landed there. "Gotta make sure every inch of you is mine," he mumbles, leaning back and looking at you, a mischievous glint swirling in his eyes.
"You're a freak, Christian," you tease, darting your tongue out to taste what he had left there.
"That's all your doing, baby," he feigns his defense, spreading his fingers through the cum on your chest, as his other arm loops around your waist. You shiver in his hold, your bottom lips catching between your teeth, liking the way it feels as he paints your nipples with his cum. "I was a simple man before I met you," he continues, swapping to do the same to your other nipple, "now I get to do things I've only dreamt about."
You quirk your eyebrows. "Like what?"
"Come on," he quickly kisses you, licking his lips as he pulls away, tasting what was left of himself on your mouth, "let's take this elsewhere."
In his bedroom, you giggle as his hand lands against your ass, softly slapping the right cheek as you climb onto his bed.
"I need you," you whimper, reaching for his cock, pumping it in your hand. You grin as his softened form starts to harden against your palm. "Looks like you've still got a little bit left in you," you wink, licking your lips.
"Easy," Christian hisses as you take him into your mouth, feeling him harden on your tongue. You pull off, slurping on the tip, leaving behind spit that you work messily up and down his shaft. "It's sensitive, baby," he chuckles, cupping your chin and bending to kiss you. His tongue licks away the drool from your bottom lip before getting lost inside your mouth, tangling together with yours, the two of you moaning desperately into each other's mouth.
"I love it when you get this messy for me," he murmurs, stroking his hand over the back of your head. He winces as you wrap your lips once more around him, his cock twitching on your tongue as the warmth of your mouth hugs him. "Slower, baby," he whimpers, giving a soft tug to your hair.
You look up at him through your lashes and oblige, sucking on the tip at a slower, almost lazy, pace.
"And I love it when you bend over like this," he continues, your moans vibrating around his shaft as he leans forward, grasping a handful of your ass sticking up in the air, "means I can play with your cunt as you choke on my cock." He hooks his free hand under your chin, pulling you off him and forcing your attention his way. "Want me to touch you, baby?"
You nod, licking your messy lips. "Yes, please," you beg, shaking your ass from side to side, enticing him to touch.
He chuckles, dancing his first finger over your pussy. "Good girl for remembering your manners," he praises, sliding his fingers through your folds, getting it wet before bringing it back to your entrance, "now be good and show me how pretty this pussy looks taking my fingers."
He watches in the bedroom mirror as you take his first finger, your pussy stretching to take more as a second joins. He couldn't take his eyes away from your reflection. He would groan, watching you bob your head in his lap, swallowing him into the back of your throat, matching his pace as he sank his fingers into you. And his cock would throb each time he withdrew his fingers to see it, your weeping hole, dripping for his attention.
"Like that, baby?" You answer with a moan, the vibrations jerking his hips forward, notching his tip against the back of her throat. He groans as she gags, more spit drooling down his shaft and dripping off her chin. "Feels good, yeah?"
"Tastes good too," you giggle, sticking your tongue out and tapping him against it.
A soft blush changes the colour of his cheeks. "You like how I taste, huh?" You nod, swirling your tongue around the tip, making sure to flick it along the slit. "Bet you taste better than me," he mumbles, removing his fingers, pressing them to your mouth, with an order to clean. "See?" He hums, pulling back his fingers and guiding you onto your stomach.
A deep breath travels up the length of his throat, turning into a sigh as he kneels on either side of your thighs. His hands are all over you, sliding up your thighs, touching your sides and squeezing your hips. He grabs the globes of your ass, pulling them apart to find a place to settle his cock, groaning as they press around him, mimicking that same feeling of your tits pressed around his cock. Feeling the thickness of his length pushing up against your bare ass, you look up and watch in the mirror, your gaze fixed on Christian tipping his head back, his Adam's apple violently bobbing as he continues to groan.
"If you want to fuck my ass, all you have to do is ask," you tease, watching him crawl over you, his hands pressing into the sheets on either side of your shoulders.
He kisses your shoulder, sucking on the base of your neck. "Not today," he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into her hair, "still too sensitive for that." He switches to the other shoulder and repeats himself, giving you matching hickies. "God, you really did a number on me in that bathroom, baby," he groans, shifting his weight onto one hand and slapping your ass with the other.
"So, punish me."
You feel his grin press into the back of your ear, his tongue darting out to teasingly lick your lobe. "You want me to punish you?" He asks, balancing his weight across both hands. Heavy breaths tickle the back of your neck, and you shudder as he dips to press a kiss in the centre of your shoulder. "Tell me how I should punish my naughty girl then."
"Don't let me cum."
He grins, catching your eyes in the mirror, his lips grazing the top of your head. "Be careful what you wish for, princess."
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woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side - c. pulisic
authors note : dedicated to all my girlies who went against gender norms and dont know how to cook for shit. you are SEEN and you are LOVED <3
gif credits to owner
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christian had always hated mornings. waking him up was the worst thing you could do. don't get him wrong, he had always prided himself with being punctual and motivated for hours spent out on the pitch but unscheduled mornings were his own time. after long days and endless weeks of training, hiding away in his sleep was the only chance he got to truly rest. no expectations to meet, no obligations to fulfill. back before he had gotten his own place, every teammate turned roommate was tasked with the pointless battle of trying to get him out of bed. it was futile trying to shake him awake or yelling at him to get a start on his day, they’d just be met with snores or a shoe lazily thrown at them.
if only any of those roommates could see him these days, they’d have a stroke.
the current christian, the one waking up at ungodly hours, was not the one they had come to be weary around. he was different, he was happy. he wasn’t cursing the person waking him up anymore. how could he, when it was you waking him up?
you being an early bird, tried to always wake up at 6 am. a jam packed schedule and uni had you itching to start your days earlier than others, wanting to be out the door by 8 am, and not a moment later. yet, you made sure to always set a few moments aside for the grumpy, sleeping beauty on the other side of the bed. you’d trace the curves on his face, a feather like touch sweeping his furrowed brows and over his lips. sometimes seeing him so peaceful, so beautiful- you couldn't help your urges to kiss him silly.
and that was christians favorite way to wake up. the trail of kisses you’d leave on him was intoxicating. he felt them everywhere. his lips, cheek, jaw, neck and chest. and when he’d hear your soft ‘good morning’, it was over for him. no, he didn’t hate mornings anymore. he loved them and he wished he could always wake up this early, if this was the way it would happen.
a typical morning would have the rays of shine having your eyes flutter open. the light illuminates the room, casting a pretty glow on christians sleeping face. it gives you a few seconds to fully wake up, a peaceful prelude before your hectic day begins. the cold london air is still present outside of your little bubble. you don’t even feel it, christians insane body warmth keeping you as toasty as possible. with his arm secured around your waist and your body pulled flush against his, you’re sure you’d survive antarctica in this position.
and while christian might say he despises mornings, you absolutely loved them. and its become your mission to make him love them, too. thus, you’ve created a little game of seeing how many kisses it takes to get him awake and happy. you pepper them all over his face and neck, watching him stir a little. you start this little show by a gentle kiss on each cheek, making sure to leave one on his nose. soon after, you reach his chest. there, gentle kisses to his collarbones and wet brushes where his neck meets his shoulders. they grow a little faster and frustrated as you realize they aren’t working, trying to lure him out of his sleep in the sweetest way possible.
it took you a week of this charade to realize that he cheats. that he usually wakes up after the first kiss to his nose and cheek, but lays perfectly still. that while his eyes remain shut and face unchanged, he’s praying that your touches don’t stop. he thinks he’s so clever, not realizing you figured out the moment he’s awake. you’ve figured out what areas to kiss, that causes his breathing to stagger. the slight tint in his cheeks betrays him every single time, alerting you that he's conscious.
lucky for both of you, this is a win-win situation. he likes being kissed awake by you and you like being the one to kiss him all the time. therefore, you’ll gladly keep this pretense up, pretending to desperately cover him in soft kisses until he’s ‘finally awake’.
usually, after you shower him with affection with one final kiss on his lips, he’ll decide to be nice and miraculously wake up (as if on cue). other times, he’ll be a bit more stubborn and keep up his sleeping beauty act. on those days, you’re practically straddling him and messily kissing him. neither of you wanting to be the first to fold. damn right strong headed, the both of you.
yet, usually, you end up winning with your secret move. the final act that has him waving the white flag and you claiming victory once again. after kisses on neck and cheeks and lips and tattooed chests, you drag your lips to his ear. capturing his earlobe, you tug it gently in between your teeth.
and that just about does it for christian. game over, no argument. he lets out a sigh and his eyes flutter open.
“morning, handsome.”
he feigns grogginess, eyes awake and tired. the bastard even has the audacity to fake a yawn. returning a kiss to your forehead, he slides his hands to rest on your hips. a smile plays on his lips, “morning, pretty girl.”
yeah, christian loves these types of mornings with you.
but today was not one of those mornings. he had woken up to an empty space and cold sheets. with tired eyes and still in a sleepy haze, he unlocks his phone to see it’s already 10:15 am. his horrible mood is at the point of returning because you’d usually be in class by this hour. yet,his frown only grows deeper when he remembers it was supposed to be a peaceful sunday morning between the two of you. no class, no training, no plans.
he could go back to sleep, it’s tempting. he could roll over right now and hide his body further into the blankets. he could do it, but he doesn’t. it just doesn’t seem worth it if you’re not there to keep him warm. hoping to find you somewhere in the house and coax you back into bed, he gets up with a huff.
he checks the living room, knowing you retreat there to read when you want to be alone. nothing. he checks the backyard, the living room. nothing, again. this house is too fucking big, why does he need all these rooms when they’re just here to make it harder for him to find you?
its when he hears the pots and pans clanking that he nearly trips over himself rushing to get to the kitchen. he doesn’t care how pathetic he seems. frankly, waking up without you and spending these 5 minutes without you, he’s decided they’re the worst 5 minutes he’s ever lived.
finally, reaching the kitchen, his feet and heart stop at the sight of you. there you were, back turned to him and in his shirt from the night before. he can’t see your face but he hears your smile in the way you were humming along to whatever song is stuck in your head. it’s very endearing to him the way you’re too caught up in your mind that you don’t even notice the eggs burning on the stove. no, making sure the kettle was filled with water seemed more important to supervise. he doesn’t blame you, not really. back when you had first moved in with him, you wanted to make a celebratory pasta for dinner. lets just say, a pot of water caught on fire and some pieces of clothes earned scorch marks. to this day, neither of you can explain how that happened. it was just mutually agreed upon that christian would be the one to do the cooking for the both of you.
when he fears that the smoke detector will go off any second, he lets his presence be known by stepping up to turn the stove off. your head whips around, finally noticing the burnt state of the eggs. you let out a shy laugh, hiding your face behind your hands.
“i’m sorry, i know i’m banned from using the stove” you rambled, flushed and starting to regret the romantic idea of bringing him breakfast in bed. “it’s just that you were asleep and you looked so peaceful and pretty- you alway look pretty. and i wanted to do something nice for you and have food ready for when you woke up and uber eats would’ve taken too long and eggs seemed easy. why aren’t eggs easier to make?”
he steps in front of you, taking your hands from your face and kissing each one. his voice is still raspy from sleep, “mornin’ baby.”
“hi, good morning.” you kiss his lips in return. shaking your head once more, “and I really am sorry.”
“it’s okay, we can make something else.”
“wait! I did make you something else.” he sees your eyes brighten, “I also made you toast, no one can mess that up! it’s just bread!”
without wasting a second, you turn to the toaster that’s on the other side of the island counter. you freeze when you see the black smoke emitting out of it. as if on cue, two slices of charred bread pop out. yeah, you both should’ve seen that one coming.
christian, bless his soul, just smiles and says ‘yum’. he tries, he really does to scrape off some of the darker bits of it. its hopeless. he lathers some butter on it and doesn’t break his smile when he takes a bite of it. you notice how he tries not to wince. you can see him struggle to chew it and swallow, you’d be laughing at his horrible poker face if your heart wasn’t about to burst over how sweet he is.
he notices your awestruck expression, “what?”
“nothing,” you muse. wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into him, “I just love you, ‘s all.”
“i love you, too.” you feel him squeeze you a little tighter, “and i’ll finish this toast but no amount of love will make me eat those eggs.”
your laugh is music to his ears and he feels a sense of pride for being the cause of it. he feels a kiss on his exposed arm, “sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.”
“it’s okay,” he kisses the top of your head. hoping to make you laugh some more, “you made me a 5 star meal, so i’ll let it slide just this once.”
yeah, mornings might just be christians favorite part of the day now.
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Football Fields & Race Tracks
Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Warnings: f1 x football cause why not, don’t need f1 knowledge to read, reader drives for redbull (in max’s place sorry max fuckers), flirting, secret relationships, allusions to sex/sexual themes/innuendos, open ended promises, chris is a little old fashioned in some ways, alcohol and the consumption of, podiums and wins, a little PDA, mason and recee are their #1 supporters, hard launch babeyyyyy
Word Count: 4.6k
Author’s Note: all my patriotism disappears when I see this man. I dug this old idea out of my notes in honour of the concacaf win <3 // also this gif has nothing to do with this fic but he looks so sexy I had too use it.
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The paddock was packed; fans, crews, drivers, families and celebrities. Amongst the ranks of Monaco, Miami and Austin, Silverstone gets a massive influx of celebrities in the paddock. Considering it was a Saturday, you were shocked to see so many of them. Sundays were usually their day, they come in and take a few pictures then post them like they’ve been fans of the sport for years.
This was a big weekend for you, it was the last race before the summer break and you were ahead of your teammate, Checo, by 12 points. If you won this race, it would put you ahead going into the break. You had scored pole position, making it a little easier for you tomorrow but your focus was on the race and prepping for it.
At least it was until someone shouted your name from the Williams’ garage. The American accent was evident but you knew that voice all too well. You looked over to see none other than Christian.
You smiled, waving to the man as you walked over on your way back from the media pen.
“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a quick hug. You smiled, “what are you doing here?” You asked, clearly confused.
He looks over in the direction of Logan, “supporting my fellow American, duh.” He laughs, earning an eye roll from you.
“Wrong blue team, Christian.”
Christian laughed once again, his hand resting on your back. “Let me walk you back?”
You nodded, the two of you headed on the long walk back to the RedBull garage. The simple touch of his hand on your back brought you immense comfort during such a stressful weekend, he knew as much as well; hence why he chose to surprise you, letting you focus on getting pole position.
Christian’s hand cemented its place for the entirety of the walk, the two of you chatting as you made your way down. The sight of you two didn’t turn heads, you both ran in familiar circles and you worked with the same charities so it was normal to see you two together.
What everyone failed to figure out was that you two were a couple and had been for two, almost three years.
It was quiet and lowkey, you supported each other from afar in public and made up for the love in private. Most of your off time is spent with family and friends so when you two vanish off socials, no one thinks otherwise. There has been an occasional pap photo of you two being a little too friendly but nonetheless, you were both young athletes who barely had time to date so yet again, no one really gives it much thought.
The two of you stop in front of the RedBull garage, a few of the mechanics seem to have recognized him and were coming over to say hello. You see them coming over and wrap up your conversation with the player.
“I’ll see you around?” You asked.
He nods and gives you a quick hug. “I’ll see you tonight,” he whispers, his hand wandering down your back and there’s a soft squeeze on your hip before he lets you go.
You smile at the men rushing over, giving them their time with the Chelsea player before walking off. Your heart skipped a beat like you were a teenage girl when you thought about him, every part of your body aching for the man you called yours.
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Christian has some sort of a pull over you, a few whispers and a promise to make sure you woke up on time and you were in his bed; clothes scattered across the room, dinner left on the coffee table half eaten and now cold.
His tattooed arm over your torso, his chest to your back as you traced over the various patterns on his arm with your manicured finger. His lips trailed along your bare shoulder, a kiss with each movement.
It wasn’t often you two got to do this, no pressure for the time being.
“Are you nervous?” He asks; and there's the pressure again.
You huffed, sitting up a bit and pulling the fluffy white comforter over your chest. “Yes and no.”
He propped his head up on the palm of his hand as he looked to you, waiting for an explanation.
“Yes, I'm nervous because I need the points to be sure I'm ahead going into the break but also no, because I've raced this circuit a million times, I could do it in my sleep. There’s no actual reason to be worried, unless we get a sudden influx of rain.” You laughed, passing a hand through Christian’s knotted curls.
“I’m certain you’ll be amazing tomorrow, baby. Knock on wood.” He reached up and tapped his knuckles to the wooden headboard.
You smiled, leaning down to give him a kiss.
His support meant the world to you, you knew he watched the sessions when he could and he always sent you a good luck text before every one. You did the same for him, a good luck text before each game and you watched every game you could, even if that meant you were up at odd hours, fighting the urge to sleep just to see your boyfriend kick a ball around for 90 minutes.
Both of you watched the sessions after if you missed them for whatever reason.
You didn’t exactly have a normal relationship during your respective seasons, you just hoped you were in a similar time zone so you could actually FaceTime at normal hours and eat a meal together.
Speaking of food, your boyfriend sat up. “I’m starving, room service?”
“Yes please, we didn’t exactly finish dinner.” You reached for his shirt and pulled it on.
Christian had a wicked smile on his face, “I mean, I did eat didn’t I?”
You rolled your eyes, throwing a pillow at him. “Don’t be gross.”
“That’s not what you were saying when I was eating y-” you cut him off, a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Christian licks the palm of your hand, you pull away with a fake gag before you wipe your hand on his back. He ordered the room service and got up, walking to the wardrobe. “What should I wear tomorrow ?” He asked, searching through his clothes.
His words passed through one ear and out the other, you lazed on the bed and watched your boyfriend; his muscles flexing in his back as he moved the hangers, the lack of clothes left you with much to fawn over and you mentally cursed him for putting boxers on but you digressed.
“I can feel you staring,” he tells you as he turns to you with two shirts.
You smiled, “it’s called admiring actually but okay.”
Christian nods, pretending like he believed you and held up the shirts again. “Which one?”
You point towards the navy blue with your foot. “My team colours of course.”
He hums, hanging it back up. “Of course.” He made his way back over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “You okay?” You asked, looking over at him.
Christian turned, smiling at you. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“I do,” you smiled, reaching for his hand. “I love you too.”
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The arm over your waist held you in bed, your phone buzzing as you reached for it, eyes still closed for the moment.
The time read 10:32am and you sat up, thinking that can’t be right. The clock on the nightstand confirmed the time and you jumped out of the bed. You were supposed to be up at least an hour ago because you had a meeting at 11:30.
Christian opens his eyes, confused with your swearing as you stubbed your toe on the edge of the bed when you picked up your shorts.
“What’s going on?” He asks, voice laced with sleep and rubbing his eyes.
“I’m soooo late,” you groan, getting redressed as quickly as possible. Chris glanced at the clock and sat up, “oh my god, I'm so sorry baby. I said I was gonna wake you up.”
“We slept through the alarms, Chris.”
He pouts, reaching for you as you look around for your shoes. “Two minutes,” he begged, reaching for you.
You shook your head, “I have to shower and get going.” You wiggled away from his grasp, spotting your slippers under the couch.
He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting off of it and he pulled you to him, slotting you between his legs. Your hands rested on his bare shoulders, your boyfriend lifted your shirt, his lips pressed to your ribs and were moving down. “Stop it,” you mumbled, pulling him back by his hair. “I have to go.”
“We can shower together, save time.” He smiled and you can’t help but laugh.
“You and I both know that won’t end well.” You leaned down to give him a kiss, a hand pressed to his jaw. “I’ll see you there,” a mumbled whisper as you kissed him once more. The man tries to get you to stay with him but you wiggled from his grasp, blowing him a kiss as you walk out the door.
A sprint down the hallway and stairs to your room, followed by a quick shower and you were out the door again and at the circuit in record time and all 15 minutes before your meeting.
You spent the next hour listening to your strategist rattle on about race strategies and tyre choices. You were practically falling asleep by the time you got out of there, in desperate need of a RedBull or some sort of caffeine.
Bless your press officer; Colleen was waiting for you with a Red Bull in hand as she ushered you off to your next thing of the day. “So it’s a charity segment between you and a footballer, you know the one you always do the photoshoots with? I can never remember his name.”
“Christian?” You looked at her as you approached the spot and speak of the devil.
“Good morning, y/n.” He smiled at you as if he hadn't seen you 3 hours ago.
“Christian,” you nodded, popping the can open. “Nice to see you in the right shade of blue,” you nodded towards his navy blue shirt as you took a big sip of the acidic tasting drink.
The reporter started telling you two what she wants from you, Christian would be teaching you how to do keep ups. You already knew but you went along with it, whoever did the least would donate whatever amount the other chose.
“How much?” Christian looked at you, bouncing the ball a bit.
“100,000?” You look back at him and he smiles, nodding.
Christian started, the reporter counting as he kicked the ball up. He managed to do 26 before the ball dropped. “You have your work cut out for you,” she joked, watching as Christian handed the ball over to you.
“I suppose, but I’m certain I can beat Christian.” You smiled, setting the ball down.
“Same wager?” He asked, setting the price and you agreed before starting. You did 26 before the ball dropped, leaving Christian a bit shocked. He knew you played with your PT but he didn’t know you could manage at his level.
You looked at him, a smug smile on your face. “You’re good, perhaps you can fill in for me when I'm away.” He jokes.
“And who would drive my car?”
“Me, of course.” He gestures to himself, earning a laugh from you.
“You couldn’t do what I do, even if you tried.” You patted his arm, moving your hand away after a moment.
The reporter breaks up your little moment, announcing that because you both got the same amount in keep ups so you would both be donating $100,000. You thanked her for the game and you both headed out on your way.
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It was 15 minutes to lights out, and the grid was full. Crews, drivers, mechanics and celebrities doing their walk off the grid. You leaned over the halo of your car, upside down and into the car to the people passing by as you checked your wheel to make sure it was okay.
Someone calls for you, you just assumed it was Martin who was doing his grid walk but instead found a photographer with none other than your boyfriend.
“Can I get a photo of you two? Missed my chance this morning,” he laughed, referring to your charity segment.
You nodded, standing up straight. “How is it that you keep finding me?” You joked, an arm behind Christian’s back. The man wraps an arm around you and even under the thickness of your fireproofs and race suit, you could feel the heat of his skin burning into you; as if he was touching your bare skin.
“You’re always there,” he says; the words loaded.
The meaning behind them was meant for more than him just finding you today but something deeper, an emotional level to it all.
You looked at the man, a smile on his face as the photographer took a few photos of you two. Christian leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Good luck, I'll be rooting for you.” He whispered before letting go.
You stared at him as he walked off, your lead mechanic shouting your name to get your attention, telling you it was time to get in the car.
The 65 laps flew by, you held P1 for the majority of the race and only lost the lead for a few moments when you went into the pit. At the end, it was you in P1, Lewis in P2 and Carlos in P3. You were in the cooldown room, the 3 of you being ushered towards the podium.
Your heart swells with pride as you step onto the top step, hat in your hand as your national anthem followed by the Austrian anthem played. You smiled, lifting the trophy above your head, the sea of navy blue below roared with pride, equally as loud as yours.
Despite all the people being there for you, you were looking for one person in particular.
Your eyes meet his, you smile at him and press a hand to your chest as you take a swing of the fizzy liquid in the dark green bottle. Christian watched you, his heart swelling with love and pride and all these feelings that he didn’t have words to explain.
He looked a few feet down to see your parents, the two of them had come down for the race and it was nice to see them; they were amongst the very very very limited few that knew about the two of you - the list consisted of your parents and siblings, his parents and siblings, your PT and best friend as well as his teammates.
Christian smiles when he sees your father hug your mother, the two of them smiling up at their daughter on the top step.
He knew today was the day he had to ask your father the question that has been on his mind for weeks but first, he had to congratulate his girl.
You were on your way back to the garage when Christian found you; trophy tucked under one arm, champagne bottle in the other and your race suit hanging off of your hips. You always carried your own stuff, it filled a sense of pride that you had.
The man snaked an arm around your waist when he finds you, a big smile on his face. “Told you you’d win,” he beamed, making you smile.
“Lean back.” you instructed, lifting the arm with the champagne bottle. You two were stopped in the middle of the paddock with all the other people around you, flashing cameras and yet it was like it was just the two of you. You poured the last few sips of the champagne into his opened mouth, the giggles leaving you as it dripped down his chin to his neck. Your eyes followed the golden drops of liquid and part of you wanted to reach over and kiss right where it stopped but you resisted the urge.
The champagne went to the man’s head faster than expected, pulling you flush against him in front of you everyone. “What are you doing?” You whispered, a smile on your face.
Christian planted a kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips. His eyes met yours as he pulled away. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” He says to you quietly, making you laugh.
“Shut up,” you tell him, wiggling from his grasp as you jog towards the Red Bull garage.
You were rushed off to the hospitality building, everyone awaiting you and your trophy for team photos. After another shower of a sticky liquid - don’t be nasty, it was RedBull - you headed back to the garage when you found Christian, yet again, and your father.
The older man had a smile on his face, patting your boyfriend on the back. “What’s going on here?” You asked, looking at the two of them.
Your dad shook his head, “nothing sweetheart, Chris was just telling me a funny story from their game with West Ham.” Eyes shifted between your boyfriend and father, not fully believing their story but you were far too tired to dig at them.
You simply nodded and walked away, leaving them to their conversation.
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The tunnel was empty at the moment, your phone in your hand as you texted the man.
To Chris: Outside.
You waited a moment, taking in the walls of blue and white surrounding you, your finger pulling on the loose thread on the hem of your Chelsea jersey, the big number 10 on your back reflecting off the mirror on the wall.
“Hey,” he calls, pulling you from your thoughts. You smiled, walking over to him with opened arms. “How are you feeling?” You asked, nails scratching over the back of his head where he had cut his hair low.
You were officially on break from the racing season, you decided to spend it in England with your boyfriend but seeing that you lived there also, it worked out. They were playing a match against Leeds today and he asked if you wanted to come, you could never say no to him and the way he asked made you think he needed you there.
Since the race, he’s been a bit off. Something was digging at him and you had asked but he assured you it was nothing and he was fine.
“I’m okay,” he smiles, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You kissed his temple, “you go out there and kick some ass, yeah?”
“Don’t jinx it,” he mumbles and you laugh, the two of you shuffling over the wall so you can tap your knuckles against it. “Knock on wood babe.”
Christian smiles, a hand on your cheek as he looks at you. “I love you,” he smiles and you return the smile. “I love you too, Captain America.” You teased, giving him a kiss.
“Go on, I'll be waiting for you after.”
Christian pulls you back for one more kiss before letting you go.
You watched from the stands, he ran down the pitch with the ball at his feet and he kicked it straight into the net, the goalie jumped to block it but it went above what he expected. There’s a big smile on his face, running over the crowd as he shouted something. You watched him, your heart skipping a beat as he blew a kiss to no one in particular but you knew it was for you.
His teammates surrounded him, jumping on him as they celebrated his goal for a few moments before returning to the match.
The end score was 2-1, a second Chelsea goal from Reece in the 87′ minute which gave them the win.
The stadium starts to clear, the hallways full of people from the opposing team and the Chelsea staff. A few of them knew of you, all they knew was that you and Chris were good friends. You stood where you met him before the game, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to reappear.
“Hey,” he calls, getting you to look up.
“You were fantastic,” you smiled, giving him a hug.
Christian smiles, kissing your cheek. He was looking at something or someone behind you, you turned to see what it was and it was his teammate, Mason. Christian seemed a bit unsteady all of a sudden, as if something was bothering him.
Your hand touched his bicep, giving it a squeeze. “Chris, you okay babe?”
The man nods, “I have to talk to Mason about something, can you do me a favour?” His hand rested on your lower back.
You nodded, waiting for him to tell you what the favour was. “Can you go to the kit room for me? I think I forgot my cleats in there, you know it's my lucky pair and I wanna take them home with me.” He points in the opposite direction.
“Sure, I'll be back.” You tell him, walking off to the kit room. You arrived after a short walk but the door was locked and the lights were off. You knocked, but there was no answer.
To Chris: Door’s locked, do you know where your kit man is?
From Chris: Not sure baby, check around please? I really wanna take them home.
To Chris: Okay.
You continue to look for his sake, asking around for the kit man that seems to have vanished into thin air. You had spun around the place at least twice looking for this man or a key to the room before your phone buzzed in your hand.
From Chris: I remembered I left them by the bench on the pitch. Still with Mase, can you grab them? The lights should still be on out there.
To Chris: Okay.
You headed back down the now empty hallway, humming to yourself as you approached the tunnel. You can see the lights shining down on the pitch but you start to notice the red petals scattered across the tunnel floor leading out onto the perfectly cut grass.
There’s seven big letters in the middle of the pitch spelling out the words marry me with a bed of rose petals surrounding them and your boyfriend is there waiting for you with a big smile on his face.
“Christian,” you called to him, stopping before you stepped onto the pitch. “What are you doing?” You laughed, unable to control your emotions.
All of the emotions hit you at once, all the good and the bad, the hiding, the lies to people around you, the secrecy; everything had led you to this moment.
“Y/n,” he calls for you, pulling you from your thoughts yet again. “C’mere.” His hand beckons you over and you slowly make your way to him, after what felt like a million years you got to him, the man holds your hand as he lowers himself on to one knee.
Christian looks up at you, tears welling in his eyes as he grins. “Y/n, the last three years of my life have been some of the most amazing. I don’t have the words nor are there the words to describe the way I feel right now or how I felt when I met you for the first time. I knew from the first moment, I was gonna marry you, one way or the another. You are my everything; my stars, my moon, my sun, any and everything I do revolves around you-”
You cut him off with a giggle, “that’s so dramatic.”
He huffed; “Only you would interrupt someone while they’re proposing.”
“Oh, is that what you're doing? I thought you had a leg cramp and decided to go on a long tangent.” You teased, earning an eye roll from your soon to be fiancé.
“Can I finish ?” He asked, looking up at you. You nodded, a big smile on your face.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted; I'm the luckiest man in the world to have known you, to have you be mine and to continue for you to be mine. So what I’m asking is.. will you marry me, y/n?” He opened the little box he had in his hand; an emerald cut diamond sat in the center of a gold band with two smaller diamonds on each side.
You look at him, pretending like you’re thinking about it before you giggle to yourself and nod. “Yes Christian, I will marry you.” You met him halfway for a kiss, a hand pressed to his cheek as you do.
Christian slips the ring onto your finger, a smile on your faces that could light up the whole stadium.
“Perfect fit.” He smiles, pulling you into his side.
“What did she say?” You hear someone shout, you both look over to see Mason and Reece by the tunnel exit waiting for an answer to the question. You laugh, showing them your hand.
Reece shouts, running down the pitch to the two of you.“SHE SAID YES!!”
“FUCK YEAH!!” Mason follows his teammate, the two boys in blue popping confetti cannons that you aren’t sure where they got. You thank them for the enthusiasm and give them both a hug before Chris sends them on their way.
His arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you finally heading out. “Is this why you’ve been so shady lately ?” You looked at him and he laughed.
“Yeah, it's hard keeping a secret from you. I had to pull this off quick, cause once your dad knows, he’ll tell your mum and you know, as much as I love her, she can’t keep a secret to save her life.”
You paused, a small smile on your face. “You talked to my dad about this?”
“I had to ask if it was okay to marry you,” he says as if it’s obvious. “I love you, I had to do things right.”
You shook your head, laughing as you held his hand. “And they say chivalry is dead.”
Christian shook his head at your comment, ignoring your theatrics as you headed home for the night.
The next few weeks were bliss; the two of you under one roof, in one bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. You started looking into wedding venues and putting together the insanely long guest list.
When you two went back to your respective seasons, you wore your ring on a chain hidden under your shirt for the time being. Christian didn’t have an engagement ring but he wanted something so he’d always have you close - he opted to get your initials hidden in his sleeve of tattoos. The little letters tucked away right beside the forearm piece of the tiger’s eyes.
Once you both decide it not longer needed to be a secret, you announced it hard launch style on a weekend you’d both be together; a photo uploaded to both of your instagrams, your manicured nails against his forearm, your ring finger with the massive diamond on it pointed out the initials permanently on his arm.
Your phones buzzed nonstop for the next 5 days but you both ignored it, soaking up as such premarital bliss as you could.
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the beard
credit gif @brasiliangp
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
Plot: your little girl doesn't recognize her beardless dad
Author's note: English is not my firts language
(Camille = your daughter)
"Please tell me you didn't really do it" you had returned from work and as soon as you turned the corner to enter the living room you found your boyfriend, Christian, sitting on the sofa and most importantly, without a beard!!!
"come on love I'm not that bad" you didn't respond to his response because before you could do so the baby monitor rang signaling that your little girl had woken up.
As soon as you entered her room you found her standing on her bed looking at you with those big eyes just like her father.
You didn't realize that Christian was behind you, but your little girl did because as soon as she saw him she started crying, at first you didn't understand why but when Christian came over to pick her up she cried more and He wrapped his little arms around your neck, at that point you understood the reason very well and it was Christian's beard.
"Camille darling, it's me dad" Christian told her, getting closer and closer, but the little girl didn't want to look at that man in her eyes, he was a stranger, you wanted to tell him "I told you not to do it" but you didn't do it, just so as not to rage further.
At that point christian gave you a look asking for help so you turned towards your little girl,
"Darling, he's dad, without a beard but he's dad", your little girl raised her head and looked from you to Christian,
"Daddy?" and at that moment Christian got even closer and stood right in front of his little girl's view
"yes darling I'm dad" and your little girl smiled and then she looked at you and said "ugly daddy"
at that moment you couldn't hold back any longer and started laughing, but Christian wasn't very happy about this because he rolled his eyes and said "come on I'm not that bad though" "well darling if he tells you that's yours too daughter, I would say yes"
Christian wasn't very happy with the answer and the fact that your little girl kept laughing at him, so he left the room but not before muttering that he was going to wear a wig instead of a beard
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JUPITER'S DIARY / CHRISTIAN PULISIC
SUMMARY: You're a YouTuber, vlogging your little getaway to the States to visit Christian's family, when you decide to reveal the news on your last day in Florida.
inspired by this 🥺
MENTIONS OF... pregnancy ¡! allusions of smut, allusions of trouble with conception ? (if i missed something, please lmk!)
WC: 952 words
AUTHOR'S NOTE: just some tooth rotting fluff to get through this sunday kjasajk lmk what you though about it!!! feedback is always appreciated. also, lmk if ya'll want the socmed au version of thissss
"This is why you brought me here?".
Christian's seated at the couch, right in front of the massive window you spent all the trip admiring. Not only the view it brings is breathtaking, a clear lookout of the little town your fiancée has taken you to, but the light that enters the room works great for the camera set-up you're trying to sort out.
"C'mon, you know it's gonna be fun," you cheer, taking a seat by his side before briefly explaining what the video's gonna be about. It's simple, really, just a few questions asked by your followers about the trip, if you've enjoyed it; the normal stuff. Except, it's not just that, and you're gonna use this as an excuse to film Christian while you tell him the good news you two have been dying to hear for what feels like the longest time.
"So, today's our last day here," you said to the camera, clapping your palms, and turning to face your boyfriend. He's already looking at you, little stars shining bright in his eyes, and you have to stop yourself from spilling the news too soon.
You've already thought this through, and if you can pull it off, you're absolutely gonna love having this memory stored in your SD card forever. "What would you say was your favorite part of the trip?" you ask him, taking his hand in yours in a reassuring manner.
He's not uncomfortable, by any means, but this -being in front of a camera-, isn't quite his natural habitat like it is yours. Your touch visibly soothes him though, displaying the smile you adore so much. But maybe he's too relaxed now, recognising the spark of mischief he has going in his soft, brown eyes.
After knowing him for such a long time, not only as lovers but as friends before then, you can accurately predict everything he's going to say or do, so you wrap a hand to stop him from speaking his dirty thoughts out loud. "Not that!".
The glint in his eyes tells you he's thinking about your -more than unholy- session the first night you spent in his place, although he denies it profusely, palms facing the air, feigning innocence, "that's not what I was gonna say!".
Truth is, you two have been trying to conceive your first baby for a few months now, but it has been difficult with everything going on recently: between your move from London to Milan after Christian changed clubs, to how busy your schedule got after you launched your clothes' store, finding time hasn't been the easiest task.
"The barbecue with my family yesterday," is Christian's final answer, after a few seconds of thinking, "Or, maybe, going to see Messi play". That would've been, certainly, the highlight for you, too, so agreeing with him comes naturally. "Yeah, that was a good one!".
Although your hands are shaking, you hope your voice isn't. "Do you want to know what my favourite part of the trip was?" you ask, and he's quick to nod, wanting to know what was your favorite part about visiting his hometown. "Yeah, baby, tell me".
"Well, my favorite part of the trip was finding out that I'm pregnant".
It feels like Christian's eyes would jump out of their place if it was possible. He doesn't say anything, but his hold over your hand tightens, and you know he needs reassurance.
You had thought you were pregnant so many times before, only to be welcomed by a negative sign and a lingering disappointment as the months went by. "I found out a few days ago," you start to explain, "I was feeling a bit under the weather lately, and then I realized that my period never came, so…".
You take the pregnancy tests that were hiding under a random cushion by your side, and give them to him, while you continue explaining.
"I thought it was due to stress, and the moving, and everything, but I took one anyways," you point out the stick with the faintest second line out of all of them. The tears were overflowing his waterline now, but still, he remained calm, listening to everything you were telling him.
"I've been taking one every day. This is today," you point out the stick with today's date marked in the end. The second line in this one is much stronger than the one present in the tests you've taken for the last few days.
"We're gonna be parents?" is the first thing Christian asks, voice choked up and a single trail of tears paint his cheek. It was obvious that, after so many disappointments before, he would need confirmation that this was it; that was real. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna be a dad".
The way Christian brings you against his body makes you squeak , and soon enough he's leaving kisses all over your face. You don't know who's the one crying, and you don't really care; only able to feel the salty tears amongst the incommensurable amount of love you feel in your heart. "You just made me the happiest man on Earth," he whispers in your ear, and you're too choked up by the tears to tell him that he's not the only one feeling like that.
It's been rough for the past year: not only for him, both in his career but mentally, but for you too; seeing the man you love the most hurting, undoubtedly hurt you too. But now, with a new chapter opening up for you two at Milan, you feel like things are finally starting to look up for both of you.
Or for the three of you, in a couple of months.
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Christian Pulisic x singer!Reader smau (part 4)
the final part of the mini smau series. yes, i’m aware that the title says Christian & not Mason. there’s a reason :)
faceclaim: Madison Beer
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yourusername city of love 🫶🏼
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cmpulisic i want pic creds
yourusername no.
masonsfuturewife she moved on fast 😑
y/nsluver bffr. it’s been 7 months. get over it.
yourbestfriend i miss u
y/nfan7 slay
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y/nupdates Y/n & Christian via each other’s instagram stories.
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y/nfan7 ima be honest, i wouldn’t be mad if they were together. he seems like he’s such a sweetheart and he seems to treat her well
y/nsluver why do i kinda ship tho…
pulisicsgirl6 i personally feel like they’d make a better couple then her & m****
masonsfuturewife so mason can’t cheat on her but she can date his bestfriend after their breakup? so hypocritical
natisdelusional first of all, nobody ever said they were together. they’ve been close even before Christian met Mason. secondly, if they are together, she didn’t cheat. Mason did. there’s a difference. you’re just blinded.
yourbestfriend natisdelusional i’m so glad someone else said it for once and not me🤣
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cmpulisic she wanted a hug
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yourusername you literally ASKED me to hug you because you were cold…
cmpulisic you have no proof of that
pulisicsgirl1 wait maybe they are together???
benchilwell she’s clinging to your arm like a koala🤣
pulisfuturewife i know i’m a Puli fan acc, but i think we lost her😔
y/nsluver THAT SHOULD BE ME
yourbestfriend hey yourusername left your OTHER best friend here… alone… waiting for you to come back…
cmpulisic you’ll be fine
yourusername you’ll survive
y/nfan8 NOT MASON LIKING THIS POST💀
y/nsfuturewife i hope he’s screaming & crying rn
y/nfan3 “and i hope it hurts like hell”
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cmpulisic oh we’re still doing the song lyric thing?
cmpulisic how about… “and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me”
yourusername im proud of u for referencing mother
yourbestfriend i’m not even lying guys, i wasn’t expecting this either
y/nsluver FINALLY
sabrinacarpenter so happy for you, girly 🫶🏼
y/nupdates you look so happy🥹
cartiamallan you haven’t been this happy in a long time. so happy for u 🤍
y/nfan5 she finally got her happy ending aww🥹
that’s it for the smau mini series for now! if i happen to think of (or if one of you can come up with a good concept) i may or may not continue this. i’m a sucker for some bestfriends to lovers so this was just me being a bit self indulgent 🤭
#✎ natalie writes#christian pulisic#christian pulisic fluff#christian pulisic x reader#christian pulisic x you#christian pulisic x y/n#christian pulisic fanfic#christian pulisic imagine
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