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dumbseee · 3 months
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rumours.
in which, fans start to speculate about you dating jude because you wore the same hoodie.
jude bellingham x influencer!reader.
fc: nailea devora.
note: this one is extremely short but maybe i should make a little serie.
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y/n: madrid looks good on me tho
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larray: comeback bitch i miss you
liked by y/n.
fan1: she’s not wearing jude’s sweater this time 🤭
fan2: leave her alone omg
fan3: can y’all stop talking about jude?? she obviously isn’t dating him
fan4: i’m so in love with you
fan5: queen you should mute the name "jude" these fangirls are insane
fan6: Y/N QUICK HIDE, HIS GROUPIES ARE COMING
fan7: y/n is it true that you’re dating jude?
y/n: who the fuck?
fan8: SEE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO HE IS
fan9: she wouldn’t be lying about that leave her alone
fan10: stunning omg
fan11: leave jude alone you freak!
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insta dms.
y/n:
you better address what’s going on with your fans before i start cussing you out on the internet
judebellingham:
hello to you too, y/n :)
loved your video btw
if you got rid of the hoodie you can borrow mine, green looks good on you.
y/n:
fuck you and that hoodie.
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natwrites08 · 4 months
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There You Are (Rúben x FemReader) 
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Summary: His fears get in the way creating a tense fight that leads to miscommunication that only their son can solve, by forcing them to talk. 
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: Angst and Fluff
a/n: This is a request!!! I know that this one came after the second Pedri request but since the last story was Pedri’s I decided to not be too repetitive, but hopefully next week that other request can be posted. Thanks for understanding. Also the title is from a Zayn song, which I have to say he is very underrated. 
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They were a very loving family and their child was aware of the love that his parents had for each other and of course for him. So of course his face scrunched up in pure confusion when there were no jokes or laughter coming from his mum.
Or the distance between his parents, no cuddles or anything that made them look happy. So he started to wonder if he did something wrong. However that wasn’t a possibility because communication was so important to them, never creating a toxic environment where people blamed each other, especially making his child feel guilty. 
Every argument happened in the privacy of their room, far away from the little ears of their child. He was naturally curious so that meant that nothing could stay hidden, especially when he would notice sudden changes in routine.
However that distance had been going on for quite some time,but she played along; playing make believe because she knew that the perfect family that they were before his lack of interest and love was falling apart, and she had to pretend for her son. 
The fight was a buildup of rage from her part and Ruben was certainly surprised with her sudden outburst. It wasn’t the shoe that was thrown in his direction, not really aiming to hurt him, but to gain his attention, it was the fact that she had made noise when their child was sleeping. 
“What is wrong with you?” A whisper-yell with wide eyes, especially when she almost marched up to him in a challenging way.
“No, what is wrong with you?” Now she was really close, continuously poking his chest. He had no choice but to gently push her hands away, no matter how angry and confused he was he would never hurt her. 
“Why do you keep yelling? Leo is sleeping, you will scare him”
“He is not here, I’ll give you a hint since you seem to be very confused. Bernardo and Ines agreed to watch him for the night or do you not remember?”
“Amor…” he tried to grab those same hands that he pushed away a few seconds ago, however she backed away.
“You forgot our five year anniversary Rúben” there was nothing but pure disappointment in her shaky voice. 
“We can still make it to the reservation, it’s only nine…”
“Do you really think I care about a stupid dinner? a kiss or a hug, even a simple message would’ve made me feel better, but you completely forgot” 
“I will make it up to you, I promise…”
“I don’t believe you anymore, you didn’t even kiss me goodbye this morning, nor tell me that you loved me, it’s been weeks since our last meaningful conversation.”
“I’ve been very busy amor, middle of the season and we need to be at the top of the table…”
“As if you guys would lose, you win every year”
“What do you mean by that? That we’re predictable, that you’re not proud of me?”
“It means that no one takes you seriously anymore, I don’t take you seriously” that’s when his eyes changed from regretful to angry.
“Really? I’m sure that other girls might take me seriously” and her soft gasp told him everything, he had taken it too far. He tried to apologize but a tiny shove told him that she needed room to breathe. 
“All I wanted was for you to be here, celebrating our love, but maybe these past few weeks you were trying to tell me that you no longer love me, that you were looking for a way out and there’s the door Rúben, wide open for you to leave me” 
“No no no, come back here, I didn’t mean that, amor I swear…” 
“No no, by all means find someone else that will deal with your high maintenance and your inflated ego, because you had everything with me, I didn’t ask for too much, just a day where I could feel loved by you that’s it” 
“I still have everything with you” he swallowed his defensive mechanisms, after she had literally offended him once again. 
“No you don’t, it’s clear that you no longer want me, need me, desire me, or love me, you don’t show me your heart anymore”
“I’ve failed as a husband then…” 
“Yes you have” there was no room for discussion because her defeated whisper left no space for forgiveness. 
That night they willingly slept separately for the first time, the morning was even worse than the previous day because he could clearly see what he had done to her. 
Swollen eyes, sunken face, tear-stained cheeks, and a hoarse voice that only said a ‘morning’ to him.
“Baby?” 
“Hm?”
“We need to solve this before we pick him up, he will notice” 
“Solve what exactly?” 
“I need to fix my mistake, you have nothing to be sorry for I accept that it was my fault”
“Oh you’re mistaken, I know that I didn’t do anything wrong” he rolled his eyes because she was always so defensive and sometimes overconfident, which made her seem arrogant.
“That’s what I just said, so cut the attitude it makes you look arrogant…”
“Me the arrogant one, very funny” 
“Ok, now you’re just picking a fight….” He rubbed his face trying to magically get rid of the stress he was experiencing at the moment “…I really want to apologize for my lack of communication and respect for our relationship, I love you so much and I’m sorry if I made you question the love that I have for you” 
“Beautiful but simple words…” she nonchalantly raised her shoulders.
“I now expect an apology from you” 
“I thought that it wasn’t my fault?” 
“Just please stop, maybe me missing our anniversary was wrong, but I’ve been stressed and you haven’t asked why”
“It’s not my job to read your mind…” 
“And I know that but it is your job to notice how I’m feeling…”
“Just like you noticed my sadness? It makes you a hypocrite, since you’re barely home for me to notice anything” staring competition and going back and forth would be their only solution at the moment. 
“That’s not fair, I have to provide for my family, every day that I’m not training or playing I’m here with you, helping as much as I can, trying to be a good father” 
“And I’m not saying you’re not!”
“Ok then what?”
“You’re not being a good husband” 
“You haven’t been…”
“What, a good wife? When was the last time you kissed me?”
“I have no clue…”
“I figured, it was four days ago, a simple peck”
“Are you going to tell me what I was wearing as well or what?”
“I can if you really want to know, I actually notice, I pay attention to you, I do love you still” 
“And you think I don’t?”
“Yeah I think you don’t love me” 
“In important conversations, the issue should only be said once and then it should be solved, so I will tell you again, I’m sorry for neglecting our marriage, but I have no doubt that you love me, the same can’t be said for you and your lack of trust for me. The only thing that I gather from this argument besides my mistakes is that you don’t respect what I do…I’ll go pick Leo up” 
“No Ruben, you can’t leave” she grabbed his arm and that insignificant touch was able to stop the torment that he was feeling deep in his chest.
“And why not?” 
“I do love what you do, I admire your passion, but this career is taking over your life, you’re in your thirties…”
“So you want me to retire?”
“No and yes, I want to have you with us, maybe expand our family…” she saw the smile that really wanted to make an appearance, but instead he just sighed. 
“Why would you want to have more kids with someone who apparently doesn’t love you?”
“I just don’t feel your love, does that make me a bad person, for needing you?” 
Was it pitiful, begging to be noticed? maybe but she had thousands of insecurities that were clouding her sense of belonging in his heart. 
“I come home to you and I do need you and want you, but I just can indulge in the simple act of having you because I have so much stuff in my brain. So many worries and fears dealing with my career and my fear that I’m not with you all the time” 
“Nothing will ever happen to Leo or I” 
“I know, but I still worry, that’s also my job”
“Why are you so far away from me though, I share our bed with a shadow. Why are you not reacting?”
“How do you want me to react?”
“Get angry, cry, share your pain with me” the desperation was making her talk with her hands.
“I don’t want to, I just want to go get my son” with a hesitant step he kissed her forehead and he left their home. So she prepared herself, she put on that brave smile for Leo, to receive him with the warmest of hugs.
“What did you do with Uncle Bernardo and Aunt Ines?”
“We played football mãe, all of us, like we used to do…” Rúben then realized that he had also left his kid behind. His torment was making him close off. “…then we had pizza” he whispered, afraid to see Ruben's reaction, from the unhealthy dinner he had. 
“Papai, why are you sad?…” He took a moment to look at his dad and there he saw some unshed tears. “…I’ll give you a kiss to feel better, just like I always do when Mãe is sad” he placed dozens of little kisses all over his face finally making Ruben smile. 
“Mamãe, you also have to give papai a kissy, right here” he was pointing at Ruben’s lips, slightly poking them, making him smile.
“Baby I’m ok ma, doesn’t want to kiss me” 
“ why?” He was in that stage where he would constantly ask why, and to be honest she liked his curiosity, allowing him to always be certain because she would never lie to him.
“You’re right baby, I’ll give him a kiss, maybe he’ll feel better” she shuttered, but there she realized that she was nervous to kiss him, to initiate a kiss that would hopefully make him see what he was missing.
Soft kisses, on his nose, eyelids, cheeks, the corner of his lips where his half smile was visible, and finally on his lips. He still had his eyes closed when she pulled away, but that tiny kiss still made him fuzzy, he loved her. 
“Do you feel better papai? Mãe’s kisses always make me feel better” of course they needed to have their child to break the tension, after all he always connected their hearts, bonding them forever. 
“Do you feel better Rúben? remember when you love you kiss” 
“Hey louco, go to the playroom, I’ll be there soon ok?” 
His quick nods as he ran to his playroom were funny, she became distracted with his shrieks of excitement, that she didn’t see Rúben looking at her with so much desperation.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry Rúben…” but the pair of hungry lips that desperately silenced her words were everything she needed. If a kiss means love, then he would show her how much he loved her.
She was clinging to him, fingers getting lost in his hair, while his hands were desperately tugging her shirt, as a way to pull her closer. 
Yes it was a messy kiss but it brought a rush of excitement, like the kisses when they first started dating, Youthful and beautiful.
It was getting harder to breathe, so she pulled away, kissing his jaw and eventually snuggling him, head nicely tucked in his neck, breathing in that smell that drove her crazy. 
“I’m sorry” she mumbled, while he tenderly kissed her head. 
“No I’m sorry for being away for so long, I’ve missed you so much, I just didn’t know how to tell you, I’ve been disconnected from both parts of my world my career and family” 
“I’m here now, I’ll listen to all your worries” he had to open up now, he couldn’t keep hurting her.
“I’ve noticed my age amor, I’m not as agile or strong as before, and it scares me that I will become a replacement soon. I'm in my early thirties but I feel fifty. I do want to retire and make a bunch of babies with you and help you raise them all the way, but I also don’t want to stop playing”
“Then keep playing amor, look maybe you should try to change your routine, like gym days and going on runs, instead maybe you can go to the park with Leo or go on walks with us, you will still be getting a workout but not as intense that you don’t have time to recover” he considered what she said but it still wouldnt be enough.
“My schedule is so packed and next year he will be going to school and then all of that stuff you will have to deal with and I don’t want you to…” 
“Hey, I could ask for help but I choose not to, if I’m here all alone not working at least I can focus on our child, my job is making sure that you guys are happy and healthy” 
“And what’s my job?”
“Providing us with love, Rúben…”
“But have I? yesterday you told me that I didn’t love you, so I’m very confused” 
“Not feeling loved is one thing, but I know that you love me” he only nodded, still too confused to make sense of her feelings towards him.
“Be honest, have I been neglectful to Leo as well?”
“A bit…”
“Because he told me on the drive back that he missed me, the old papai?”
“I always tell him that football keeps you very busy…”
“Yeah but football is not my first priority, my family is, and now both of you are telling me that I don’t love you like before” 
“Stop Rúben, we know that you do but please just make a bit of time for us that’s it”
“I’ll see if I can ask for some time off, maybe a week, but I’m afraid that I will be replaced” 
“Amor if it’s just for a week one game will be played, you’re still the captain and they need you. You are still strong and agile and very handsome so don’t doubt yourself” 
“What does being handsome have to do with this? Should I worry about that too, is it affecting my abilities to play?” The teasing glint in his eyes made him look less worried, she affectionately grabbed his cheek, and all he could do was lean in and allow for her touch. 
“No but maybe just being too cocky” 
“I love you so much and I’ll make it up to you, I only deserve you and I want you to take me seriously, so what can I do now?” 
“Can we go to the Park?”
“Yeah baby, I’ll go get him ready and you can pick some snacks?” With a smiley kiss to her lips, he left her alone. 
She knew that their discussion was far from over, but she was glad that they weren’t raising their voices anymore, that they were trying to solve their differences. 
Their park outing just gave her another reason to fight against Rúben’s insecurities and nasty thoughts because he was a great dad, and the hold that he had on her hand told her that he was also a great husband. 
“Papai, come push me!” with an encouraging smile she told him to go. He truly looked beautiful with their child, always willing to make him happy. 
“Pa, tell Mãe to come here you also need to push her” in every chance he had Leo wanted to have his parents close.
“Amor, come here?” She approached them confused, until Leo’s finger pointed at the empty swing.
“Ma, please sit and have fun with us, I love when you are silly…” so she sat down and very slowly she started to swing, giggling as she heard her son’s contagious laughter after Rúben started to push the both of them. 
.”….are you happy now?” And from the look on Rúben’s face she could tell that Leo’s comment made him sad, he bit the inside of his cheek, to hide his pout and the look of concern from her only made everything worse. 
“Yeah baby we’re happy, because we have you”
“I knew it!” That seemed to keep Leo content for the time being, but Rúben was still burdened with sadness. 
The sudden stop of Leo’s swing also made her stop “I’m so sorry baby” Rúben’s sad eyes as he kneeled in front of his son made her realize that he also owed Leo an apology.
“For what Papai?”The little hand on Ruben’s cheek only caused him to release the tears that he was holding.
“For not spending a lot of time with you recently, not being there during park days or bedtime…or just not being silly like you said” 
“It’s ok Papai, you’re here now playing and making mamãe happy, look she’s smiling” and the little shrug of his shoulders was an indication that Leo didn’t notice the drastic changes in their routine as much as her but that he did take note of his mum’s unhappiness. 
“I’ll keep making both of you happy, I promise” with little nods as if he understood everything, he grew a bit impatient ready to head home and have some lunch before a much needed nap. 
The walk back to their home was calm but silence was coming from their part, Leo was happily jumping over puddles of water and talking about random things he noticed that made him happy. Or even randomly waving at strangers or asking to pet a dog, much to Rúben’s worry, but he was brave and friendly. 
The silence still continued throughout lunch and through their nap, because although they had to be productive adults, Leo’s afternoon nap was encouraged by Rúben to also be her nap time.
A two hour nap gave him enough time to order a nice dinner, and to run to the shops to buy a cake and some flowers and to also pick up the food the he had ordered, although they would have to share their night with their son, it was better to surprise her now then before it was too late. 
He also wanted to set up everything before Leo’s wake up time, to give her the surprise. Trying to avoid messing up the trail of rose petals he went to wake her up. 
He really didn’t want to bother her, but the way she was hugging his pillow only made his desperation worse. He gently woke her up, trying to stir her away from falling into a deeper sleep. 
“Amor, I have a surprise for you” with the mention of a surprise she opened one eye.
“Is it a nice cuddle?”
“Do you want me to cuddle you?”
“Yes please, it shouldn’t even be a question huh?” 
“No baby it shouldn’t, but I want you to be comfortable…”
“Just cuddle me Rúben” he melted into her embrace, he didn’t cry or say anything at all, he allowed himself to just feel her, to touch her and to kiss her tenderly. 
“As much as I love this baby, we have to wake Leo up in a few and…”
“Right, but before that, let me show you something?”
He helped her get up, but he also just wanted an excuse to hold her and be next to her. He felt extremely guilty and like someone that did wrong he wanted to test the waters.
“Rose petals?” His sheepish smile and hopeful demeanor only made her feel lighter. 
“I know it doesn’t make up for yesterday, but I hope that it brings you a smile…” she grabbed his arm and pulled him along, she still didn’t know where the petals led to. 
She saw the three sets of plates and the roses, as well as the pastries and dinner that he bought. At least he had taken into account her favorite Portuguese food that he introduced her to and of course the pastries from her favorite bakery. 
“I love it baby, all my favorite things” she gave him a cautious hug, that was only returned more firmer and sweeter than she expected. 
“I know that Leo will join us, but I didn’t want you to stress out for dinner, just trying to mend my mistakes step by step…”
“Rúben it’s ok, I love it” she didn’t want to tiptoe around their feelings because she knew how awkward it could get after small arguments and the one that they had was bigger than previous fights.
She pulled him into a soft kiss, clinging to his shoulders to pull him closer. She didn’t understand why she was so touch starved, but he was in that same predicament not being able to pull away from her. 
“Mãe?” That was their sign to break up their make out session.
“Are you hungry?” The grumpiness from his mum was something that was passed down to Leo because all he did was tiredly rub his eyes, to get rid of the sleep and nod. 
He acclimated soon, and their house was yet again filled with laughter and meaningless but creative stories told from the perspective of a three -year old. 
“I’m really happy now, pizza and cake? Is papai ok?” And he laughed softly because he knew that his intense diet prohibited certain sweets, but he couldn’t stop his family from having them.
“I know bebê but today is a happy day, so I can eat cake and actually we can eat cake while we watch a film?” Leo dropped his mouth in shock, another rule that his father was breaking, eating outside of the kitchen was not allowed. Looking back at his mother and at her encouraging eyes he knew that his dad was not joking. 
“Let’s go then, but I get to pick the movie”
“Mãe not fair you always pick Tangled! Just because the prince looks like Papai” 
“He does not! Flynn Rider is way cuter than your papai” and he couldn’t help but laugh and actually take the tiny dig, he deserved it after all. 
“Papai, who’s your favorite Princess?” 
“Don’t know, whichever one your mãe thinks she looks like, so the prettiest” he played it safe and that only made Leo talk more about who he thought his Mamãe looked like. The whole rest of their day passed by pretty quickly, they enjoyed the cake and the movie and before they knew it Leo’s bedtime routine was over. 
As they laid down wrapped in each others arms, he wanted to be clear on where they stood.
“Do you want to know why I love you so much?…” he was met with a curious hum. “…because you’re always here with a smile on your face, with open arms ready to take my pain away,  you understand me like no one else and I’m sorry baby” 
“Stop apologizing, Rúben…”
“Do you forgive me?” Of course she did, yes it was painful but she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't forget or neglect her again.
“Yes”
“But why?”
“Because you’re sorry, and you regret what you did and I know that you will work to get better, like always” she added the last bit because he always improved in every aspect of his life. 
“I always want to get better meu amor, for you and for Leo and I don’t know why I stopped trying” 
“You’re tired and I should’ve known, but I don’t know why I didn’t pull you into my arms to reassure you like I always do…”
“Yes it's your job to notice the differences which you did, but it’s not your responsibility to make me open up I was the one that didn’t seek help, it was my fault and I will work to get better, you’re right my pain is your pain and my happiness should be all yours, so I’m…”
“Stop apologizing silly, we’re good, but you do owe me a romantic night” his breath hitched and he turned around to capture her in a passionate kiss, this kiss wasn’t desperate or rushed, it was slow and familiar, filled with certainty and love. 
Just when they thought that their night would end in some love making, the noise of what they believed was the little footsteps of Leo made them separate, and the knock on their door made their suspicion true. 
“Mamãe, Papai can I sleep with you tonight, I’m scared?” She knew that he wasn’t scared, but if he got pizza and cake and the few other rules that were broken, he knew that potentially sleeping with his parents would be allowed today, so why not try. 
“Of course bebê come here…” he jumped on the bed and snuggled closer to Rúben and she couldn’t even be jealous that he didn’t cuddle her because after all he had missed his dad. 
“…I love you até a Lua e de volta” (to the moon and back) soon after he had fallen asleep, and because he was a deep sleeper, they could talk quietly without waking him up.
“I still owe you another night, maybe dinner…”
“Tonight was perfect with Leo and you”
“Ok then, I owe you a night filled with love making” 
“Promise?”
“I promise” 
“Good because I want another baby” the moon was witness to her confession and thanks to her light she was able to see his smile. 
“Don’t tempt me, I will take Leo to his room right now, he won’t even notice” 
“Shut up and go to sleep, maybe another night, but you said it yourself, I’ll always be here so you don’t have to worry” 
“And I’ll be here from now on, and I intend to keep that promise, you won’t miss me anymore, night amor, eu te amo” 
“I love you too” 
Did he keep his promise? Yes he did. 
After all he would do anything to be with his family, to keep them safe, healthy and happy, not to mention filled with love. He was able to finish off the season strong and enjoy his break to the fullest. 
He decided to retire from his international career, he was still fairly young but that would give him more time with his family and would keep him more rested for club football. 
He knew that it was the right decision, knowing that he would help more with their new pregnancy journey and with Leo’s school put his worries at ease. His career would slow down eventually and he was glad that he was the one to decide.
She still was his cheerleader, encouraging him to love what he did and love what he had achieved, including his family. He needed her when he was broken and when he was fixed, in every morning and every night, in all his dreams and nightmares she would be right there, loving him and understanding who he was and he would do the same for her, with an open heart and mind. 
The end…
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a/n: Thank you so much for the request. I hope that you like it. Again the other Pedri request, the one dealing with enemies with benefits will be posted next week. It will be longer than this one and I didn’t want to post two Pedri fics so close together, but it is getting completed. Lots of love and stay safe—Nat 💕
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judeslove · 29 days
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soft launches
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pairing - jude bellingham x fem!reader genre - smau, fluff warnings - none summary - twitter is exploding from yours and judes soft launch faceclaim - dina denoire
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luvneymar · 1 year
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princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)
# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)
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— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)
CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!
PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader
NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕
RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!
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Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.
Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.
You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.
Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.
Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.
Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.
He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.
“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.
“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.
You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”
“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.
You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.
OLIVER GIROUD — first class!
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“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.
Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.
“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.
“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.
“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.
“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.
“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.
Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.
“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.
“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”
As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”
“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.
“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”
His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”
“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”
“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.
“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”
Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.
“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.
“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”
ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!
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“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.
Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.
But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.
Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.
“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.
Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.
“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.
“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.
As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”
“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.
“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”
“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.
“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.
The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”
“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”
“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”
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spidybaby · 6 months
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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕
"Can you say it again?"
"Blueberry."
You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.
"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."
You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.
Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.
His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.
But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.
Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.
His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.
His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.
Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.
But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.
Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.
"Oui, mon amour."
He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.
The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.
"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.
"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."
"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."
"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."
He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.
"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."
"Correction, he's waiting for you."
Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.
"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.
He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.
The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.
"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"
He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."
He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.
"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.
"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.
You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."
You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.
Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.
Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.
"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."
She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.
"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.
"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.
"She's obsessed with you, that's why."
"You're just jealous, kyky."
He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.
"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.
"It was good, I think I did a good job."
"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.
She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.
You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.
"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."
"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.
You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.
Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.
"Let's eat everybody." You call.
Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.
Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.
The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.
"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."
They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."
As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.
It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.
"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.
"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.
"Deal, but first a fifa game."
After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.
"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"
Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.
Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.
When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.
"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."
"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.
"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"
"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."
"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."
The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.
He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.
He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.
He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.
And still not you.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.
He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."
"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."
He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"
"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."
"Good, so you don't go."
"What if we moved and watch something?"
He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"
"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"
He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"
You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"
"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.
"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.
Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.
"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."
"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."
"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.
You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.
"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."
"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."
You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.
You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.
The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.
You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.
He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.
"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."
"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."
You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.
He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.
He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.
He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."
"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."
"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."
"No." You laugh.
His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."
"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.
"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."
"But I thought."
"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."
"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."
"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."
"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.
"No, bébé. This will be ours."
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kylianspinkyring · 11 months
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kylian talking you through it
notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever
warnings: smut, smut, all of the above
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“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”
kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.
the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.
he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.
that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.
“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.
“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.
your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.
“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”
he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.
he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.
“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.
you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”
good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.
“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.
he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”
you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.
“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.
kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips  “et j'arrêterai.”
your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.
“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.
“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”
you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.  
“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.
he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-
“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.
you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.
he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.
sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.
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mrs-santoss · 1 year
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Can I give you a Hickey? - Neymar imagine
Summary: Can you do one where while they are lying in bed y/n sees a TikTok of a couple and the guy has a lot of hickeys on his neck, and then y/n turns to Neymar and asks if she can give him a hickey? We were laying on our bed cuddling, going through our phones. I laid my head on Ney's chest scrolling through TikTok. Sometimes, I would replay a funny or cute video to show my boyfriend, he did the same. I stumbled upon a couple's video, they were doing a TikTok trend. It reminded me of Ney and me, we do a lot of TikToks together, we just don't post them. The couple were dancing and they looked so cute together. I saw a few hickeys on the guys neck, it looked very hot. I read some of the comments, most of them were saying how 'hot' or 'sexy' the hickeys look on the guy, it's like marking your territory. Because the video was repeating itself as I was going through the comments, the repeated sound caught Neymar's attention. "What are you looking at over and over, bebê?" he asks kissing my head. I had an idea in mind. "This couple's dancing TikTok. They look very cute together, and also hot" "Is that soo? Let me see." Neymar looked at the video and smiled, and went back to his phone. I lift up my head from his chest looking at him. "Can I give you a hickey?" "What?" he chuckled. "Come on, it would look hot on you... Anddd It would let all those girls that want you know that you're taken, and you're mine." I wink at him. "I am yours, whether I have a hickey or n-" Neymar couldn't even finish his sentence because I connected my lips with his neck, sucking on his sensitive spot. "Uhh, yeah keep doing that, you need to mark you territory" He is enjoying it very much, I keep sucking and kissing his skin from behind his ear to his collar bone. He has his eyes closed in pleasure. He traveled his hands to my butt, squeezing it. "Oh, bebê. I love you." I lift my head to look at what I've done, I did a huge red mark on him. I smirked at him, waiting for his reaction. "It looks hot on you, Ney. It turns me on" He grabs my hips putting me on top of him. He puts his hands under my shirt, squeezing my boobs. I reach over and kiss his lips. "Good, now let me mark you as mine."
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briitcedes · 2 years
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only one bed - jude bellingham.
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summary: the age old “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” trope.
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The day had been a rare calm one out on a private beach you’d found somewhere along the coast of Spain while looking for a vacation spot with your friends, the sun had shined all day without cloud in sight, and the lack of wind combined with the hot weather had made it impossible to stay out of the water for long. Even though the day had been one of the most relaxed ones you had had the fortune of enjoying in a while, a whole day in the ocean would take its toll on anyone, hence why you were now basically dragging your feet back to your shared villa to turn in for the night. 
You had your shoes in your hands, feeling the now cold sand make contact with your bare feet, your hair salty and your eyes red from the water. Some of your friends were walking in front of you, all absolutely exhausted, causing them to stumble and trip over everything. Some others were walking behind you, whispering to each other and giggling under their breath, with Jude walking right beside you. You were both walking while sharing a peaceful moment of comfortable silence after a day full of annoying each other, though it seemed keeping quiet was a hard thing for him to do when he was deliriously tired, given that he’d tried to spark a conversation every five steps you took.
You had left everything in the villa neatly placed before you left this morning, already imagining how tiring it would be to tidy everything up when you got back, as you could barely keep your eyes open. However, it seemed like the universe had other plans, because as soon as you all arrived in one piece to the gorgeous house you had rented for your holiday, and after various failed attempts at opening the door, one of your friends collapsed on the couch, which probably wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t accidentally rented a villa with a missing bed, causing the couch to be your designated room for the entire vacation. You tried nudging them and waking them up, but it was a lost cost given the fact that they had instantly passed out, and you weren’t strong enough to move their dead weight.
Jude chuckled as soon as he saw you standing next to the couch looking like a kicked puppy. “Don’t look so sad.” He chuckled. “You can come sleep in our room.” he offered. 
It was a fair offer, given that he shared a room with your friend currently sleeping on the couch, and their bed would be free. However, after a week of sleeping in the same spot, you  dreaded having to get used to sleeping on a different surface, not to mention in the same room as Jude. You really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him right now, though, and instead you just settled for giving a smile that you hoped conveyed everything you would say to him in that moment if you weren’t so exhausted. Judging by the way he flashed you one of his own in return, you guessed it probably did.
“Thanks.” You whispered as he opened the door to the relatively big room. No one close to you was asleep yet, and you had no reason to be lowering your voice, but something in the atmosphere and his closeness to you as he held the door open caused your voice to come out in a hushed tone. 
As soon as you stepped into his room and heard him shut the door behind you, you wanted to start crying out of frustration. Or exhaustion — probably both, you weren’t sure. Bottom line is that you wanted to start crying. Your friend’s bed in which you were supposed to crash, was a mess. The suitcase was open in top of the bed and their clothes were everywhere but inside of it, the bed sheet on top of it looked like it hadn’t been changed since you’d arrived, there was a leftover plate of food on the floor next to the bed and you were sure you could see a pair of shoes peeking out from under the sheets.
Jude chuckled from his side of the room.
“Guess you don’t want to be sleeping in there.” He said, his features contouring into a grimace while looking at you over his shirtless shoulder as he changed into comfortable clothes to sleep in.
“It beats the floor.” You shrugged, and it was true. You knew for a fact none of you had bothered cleaning the floors during your stay, and you were scared you were gonna fall through it and end up in the middle of the ocean. An irrational thought, of course, but one that your anxiety considered very possible anyway given that you weren’t used to staying in houses so close to the ocean. 
“I mean, we can always share the bed.” Jude suggested, and you shook your head, you thought you were already being too much of a bother, and you didn’t think your body could handle a whole night of sleeping next to him. “Oh, come on. It’s not that big of a deal, we've both shared beds with most of thrm before.” he insisted, walking closer to you until he was crouching down to look into your eyes that were trying to focus on anything but his brown ones.
“Are you sure?” You asked, finally looking up at him and being shocked by how good his eyes looked under the moonlight. He nodded with a smile and when you gave in, you could’ve sworn you saw him try to hide a smile while standing up and holding his hand out to you.
Once you had gotten dressed into your pajamas and said your goodnights, you climbed into bed on the opposite side of him, while you both made a point of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, to the point where you were almost falling off the bed. You didn’t care though, you were exhausted and just wanted to sleep, so that’s exactly what you did.
When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how heavy your chest felt. You got worried for a moment, your brain starting to think that somehow you had fallen through the floor and you were drowning, before you glanced down and saw Jude’s head resting right under your chin and on top of your chest, both of his arms safely wrapped around your body as his soft breaths made contact with your skin, causing goosebumps to make their way through your body and your heartbeat to speed up. You ignored the butterflies having him laying against you caused in your stomach, and instead admired the sight in front of you.
You stared at his face and admired every single feature in it; his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, his soft lips slightly parted as he breathed through them, and his curved nose upon which you were delicately tracing your index finger up and down. His nose subconsciously scrunched up at the contact and you let out a soft laugh at how cute he looked, moving your right hand from his nose and placing it on his hair instead, starting to twirl his curls in your fingers while you kept your other hand on his face and caressed his cheek, feeling your heart melt at the sight of his relaxed features.
Soon enough, however, you noticed how the right side of you body started to go numb from being under him and having him pressed to your side for such a long time. As much as you hated to disrupt the peaceful state he was in and your own private selfish view of his face, you shook him awake. He let out a groan and nuzzled closer to you, if that was even possible, and you felt your heart flip inside you at the movement. 
“Sorry for the bother, mister, but my whole body is going numb. You aren’t exactly light, you know?” You teased.
In one swift motion, Jude turned you both around, still keeping his arms wrapped around you but this time you were the one whose head was placed on his chest. Your heart was already beating at an inhuman pace when he started to trace patterns across your arm with his thumb and you felt your body tense up once you started thinking about how he was conscious now and definitely aware of what he was doing. Jude must have felt this because he spoke with a sigh afterwards.
“I always imagined our first morning waking up together would involve less clothing, but this is still pretty good.” He said and you slapped his chest, feeling your cheeks burning up. “Just relax, please?” he asked, looking down at you. “I can’t sleep when your thoughts are so loud.” He concluded, moving to place a kiss on the crown of your head before laying back down.
You smiled softly and nuzzled closer to him, inhaling his scent resting your head above his shirt. You returned his kiss by placing one of your own against his chest where his shirt opened up and allowed a little bit of skin to poke through, relaxing against him once again once you felt his quiet laugh come from above you in the form of a huff of air.
Feeling his thumb still drawing patterns in your arms, you decided a few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt, and he would still be there when you woke up.
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captainwans · 1 year
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HANDSHAKE.
 — K. MBAPPÉ
pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader
summary: fans couldn’t help but gush over their relationship, especially their traditional handshake that makes the internet go wild.
warning: fluff, fluff, fluff. oh, did i mention fluff? happy reading, my loves <3
word count:  942 | ( gif not mine! )
masterlist!
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… [Y/N] SITS AT THE STANDS, her hands hiding inside her oversized coat as she watched her boyfriend on the field with a proud expression. Her crimson cheeks curved up into a smile, her eyes wrinkling in the process. Her eyes were tinted with warmth and adoration, watching him pass the ball to his team player. Her mouth gaped open, impressed at his skillful maneuvers as he moved past his opponents without any problems. I could never, she thought.
She loudly exhaled, her cold breath fleeting in the air. She felt a hand on her arm, hooking their arm into hers. She turned her head, her eyes softening once she noticed Ethan, Kylian’s brother, clutched at her side with his chin resting on her shoulder. “You alright, honey?” [Y/N] asked, her gentle tone filling his ears.
Ethan sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand before looking at her through his lashes. He gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, just a little cold.” he coyly admitted, pink dusted onto his cheeks.
[Y/N]’s mother instincts kicked in, quickly grabbing a blanket that was resting on her lap to wrap it over Ethan, who looked at her with a frown. She watched him shake his head. “No, you’ll get cold. Let’s share it instead.” he told her, placing the blanket over their lap.
She gave him a soft smile, her arms wrapped around his shoulder. She gave it a small squeeze before planting a short kiss on his temple.
“Feeling warmer?” she asked him, her eyebrows furrowed, completely oblivious of Kylian watching their sweet interaction with a big smile as he neared the stands.
Ethan nodded his head, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, [Y/N].”
She leaned her head against his, smiling gently at the younger boy. She turned her gaze towards, her eyes immediately locking with Kylian, who gave her a sweet smile. She let out a hum in delight, her eyes sparkling as she watched him getting closer to their seats.
Kylian panted, sweat trickling down his face as he sauntered towards his family. A satisfied smirk etched onto his handsome features, feeling ecstatic about France’s halftime match. So far, they were in a good spot and the French man couldn’t be happier.
He inched closer to the stands, walking towards his parents who engulfed him into a hug, their words of encouragement and support making his heart flutter. He kissed his mother’s cheek before heading to his brother and girlfriend, who gave him thumbs up and a grin. “We’re almost there, bro! France is taking it home soon.” Ethan chimed, his eyes lighting up at the possibility, making Kylian scoff.
“Damn right we are. It’s a fact.” the football player said confidently, his feet leading him to the stairs to greet his lover.
[Y/N] chuckled, her laugh making Kylian’s stomach swarm with butterflies. Oh, how much he loves the sound of her laughter. She watched him inching closer, bringing his hand toward her, his eyes tinted with playfulness. She grinned, bringing her hand towards him as they did their traditional handshake.
Ethan and his parents watched them with amused looks, their handshake making them laugh. The couple didn’t know how it started, or even when. Kylian had a habit of moving his hands a lot, especially when he expressed himself whether it was about football or a topic he was passionate about. He also had a habit of playing with [Y/N]’s fingers, his big hands fiddling with her small ones. Before they knew it, they created a handshake and went with it, almost automatically doing it after every match.
Their handshake didn’t become unnoticed. In fact, it was the highlight of their relationship, according to the media. Fans held a deep admiration for their relationship and often share how cute they are, expressing their immediate love, and adoration for [Y/N].
“Look what they wrote about us today, mamour (my love).” Kylian said, a smile curving his face as the pair laid in bed, their bodies tangled with each other.
[Y/N] sighed contently into his broad chest, her hand bringing his phone closer to her face. She squinted her eyes at his bright screen, a curse emitting from her lips making him chuckle. She cooed, her heart melting at the fans’ sweet comments.
‘if my future partner doesn’t do this with me, i don’t want him.’
‘they’re so adorable, i love them so much!’
‘their handshake is just the cutest thing ever.’
‘i want a love like theirs.”
‘y/n is so cute awh!!’
“Forget Kylian, I want [Y/N].” she read a comment, her chest vibrating with laughter. She felt heat creeping up on her cheeks, their comments making her flustered. “Didn’t know I had fans.” she admitted, her eyes twinkling with fondness.
Kylian turned off his phone and placed it on the nightstand before pulling her closer to his body. He kissed her hairline, prepping small kisses on her temple before speaking. “Not surprised, I mean, look at you.” he gushed, his hands found themselves inside her shirt, his hands trailing down her hipbone.
She giggled, shifting her body so that she was facing him. She cupped his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing over his jaw. She gave him a soft smile. “I’m so lucky.” she whispered, a look of warmth expressing on her features.
Kylian placed his hand on hers, bringing her fingers to his lips to press small kisses. “I’m the lucky one, baby.” he corrected, a genuine smile forming on his face before planting a chaste kiss on her lips.
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wecanseethekilos · 9 months
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All I Want Is You — Jude Bellingham
— Parings: Jude Bellingham x Reader
— Summary: Jude takes you to his apartment after a drunken night
— Warnings: None (???)
— Author’s Note: tbh i wrote this quite awhile ago i just rlly wanted to post it 😭
play “all i want is you” by miguel rn!! it fits the vibe 100%
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It was late at night when you and Jude finally left the party. It was a relatively small gathering of Jude’s teammates attending London’s hottest club.
His hand was wrapped around your waist while opening the door to his apartment. You broke free from his grip and stumbled over to the kitchen island. “Jude! Guess what?” you said in a singsong voice, slumping your head on the counter, “I kissed a boy tonight” He walked over and lifted you from the counter, leading you to his room. “I know. I saw you.” He says. “Were you jealous?” you whispered while raising an eyebrow. “Love, you’re drunk, do you know that? Hm?”
You shook your head yes furiously. “I had two shots, two cocktails, and another shot.” you twirled onto his bed. “I wanted to forget.” His expression suddenly went from concerned to puzzled. “You wanted to forget what?”
“You.” you sighed, “How much I want you. But we both know I can’t have you.” He walked over to the bed and sat beside you, helping you remove your heels, “I’m right here.”
“But your my best friend,” I huffed, “I can’t lose you. Literally no one dates their best friend.” He fiddled with the straps of your heels before placing them on the floor and speaking up. “You won’t lose me,” he brushed your cheek, “It was always you.”
You stared at his lips then into his eyes. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of kissing him. He didn’t know how long you wanted to just kiss him. As if he read your mind, he crashed into your lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. It’s crazy what 4 years of pent up emotions could do to you. His hands rested on your hips. Your hands grasped his white button down shirt.
He pulled away, lips curving into a smile. “I like kissing you.” You giggled, smiling back. “finally.”
Your lips dove back into his. Wrapping your arms around his head, giving a fiery kiss. That familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach returned. This was all you wanted. You were the first to pull away this time. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I just kissed the Jude Bellingham. Who couldn't help themselves?” He chuckled, “Let’s get you changed.”
He grabbed one of his shirts from his closet and walked back over to me. “Jude?” you called. “Hm?” He replied.
“I need help with my clothes,” you whined and sat up so he could unzip your dress. Jude pushed your hair back and started to unzip my dress. He slid it, down, leaving you exposed with only your undergarments.
You’ve never felt uncomfortable around Jude. You’ve known him for so long you’d trust him with anything. “Lift your arms for me, love.” you obeyed and lifted your arms so he could slide the shirt on.
“Thanks,” you smiled. Jude pulled the covers over you and smiled back. “Goodnight,” you said while slurring your words. He simply planted a kiss on your forehead and turned off the lamp.
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k7lianss · 1 year
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getting fingered in kylian’s lap
warnings: smut, english is not my first language :)
smut drabble
this is my first ever writing so if you have any advice please give me it!
you were perched on kylian’s lap, legs sat on either side of him. your hot lips were pressed against his as his hands roamed your body. his left hand placed on your ass and his right messing with the waistband of your tiny shorts.
suddenly you felt his hand tug at your shorts, attempting to pull them down. you lifted yourself up, helping him take them off and throw them across the room. left in just your red lingerie, kylian slid his hand down your underwear to where you needed him most. his actions caused a small whimper to fall from your lips and earned a smirk from him. once he began toying with your clit, you were a moaning mess. your fingernails dug into the back of his neck. he worked his way to your entrance and slipped two fingers in with ease. knuckle deep, kylian’s fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot. you only dug your nails deeper into his skin and swung your head back in pleasure. his left hand crept up your oversized t-shirt and under your bra, swiping his thumb over your nipple. you were close to cumming and kylian knew it.
“give it to me baby, cum on my fingers,” kylian groaned as your moans grew needier. your vision became blurry as the knot in your stomach built up. one final stroke of his fingers and you let go. kylian’s lips moved from yours to your neck as your orgasm washed over, surely leaving a familiar, dark purple mark.
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dumbseee · 3 months
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thunder and lightning.
in which, you and jude broke up after a long relationship and you perform the song you wrote for him, in front of him at the ballon d’or ceremony.
jude bellingham x singer!reader.
fc: madison beer.
note: please read this and listen to "thunder and lightning" by serayah. / might turn this into a small serie 🤭
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y/n: my most precious and raw song "thunder and lightning" is now yours 🤍 now it’s time to grow and move on.
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you were standing in the middle of this big stage. in front of these important people, some of them used to be people you’d hang out with. but breaking up with jude meant saying goodbye to them too, even if it was hard since you made good friendships thanks to your ex. it was too hard to keep contact with them without jude haunting your thoughts, and they understood that. your break up with jude occured a few months ago now, and you thought you were doing better, but being on this stage, about to perform the song you wrote in one hour, the day he broke up with you, sent shivers all over your body. and you even considered running away.
but you were stronger than before, you worked hard on this song and you needed jude to hear it. you looked absolutely stunning in this dress, you tried to put a smile on your face but only pain and anxiety could be seen. you saw all these people looking at you, some with adoration, others with envy and some with sadness because they knew how hurt you were. thunder and lightning started and you closed your eyes before taking a deep breath. you got this.
"can't you look at me and see that i love ya? and i’d do anything for ya?" you began, looking at the crowd but your eyes immediately found his. you almost stutter on the lyrics but immediately closed your eyes to refocus. his eyes were glowing and his face was torn with concern and almost regret. ha, too late for that boy. "and i’ll do anything for ya, climb up mount everest without a rope, dive into the bermuda without a boat." because it was true, you could do anything for this boy, anything and everything without thinking it twice. you loved him with your whole soul, it was insane. you could’ve quit music if he asked, and that without a second thought because that’s how loyal and in love you were.
"like thunder and lightning, we were meant to be, wrapped up inside your arms, that's right where i belong." you hit the hook with more vulnerability in your voice, it resonated in the whole room and inside people’s heart. you knew some people in the audience would relate to your situation, girlfriends of footballers who suffered the disrespect of their partner. or even footballers themselves having their heart broken by women who never actually loved them. this song wasn’t just about you and jude, it was about this feeling of despair when you see the person you love, leaving you heartbroken and alone. you saw some old friends bobbing their heads to your song and even sending smiles and thumbs ups to you.
you soon end the song, for a minute the room is frozen in silence, no one moves. and the one to break the ice was jude, he got up and clapped you like no one ever clapped for you. soon enough the whole room followed, giving you a standing ovation. you felt your eyes getting watery as you locked eyes with jude, his expression was unreadable. you were the one to break the eye contact as you bowed to the audience and blowed a kiss to the camera. you left the stage and almost ran backstage to let the tears you kept inside since the beginning of the performance, run down your cheeks. you let yourself fall to the ground, your agent and friend hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. "let’s go home now." you whispered between a sob.
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judebellingham: such an honour to win these trophies. making my parents proud and being a good role model for my brother has always been my top priority, thank you for the support and thank you for always being by my side.
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fan1: CONGRATS KING
fan2: deserved so much more but i’m so happy for him
fan3: making the parents proud >>
fan4: the fact that y/n was there too and probably congratulated him :(
fan5: lmao nah she probably left after the performance, she hates his ass now
fan6: as she should tbh
fan7: y/n deserved way better
vinijr: 🔥🔥🔥
philfoden: congrats mate! keep shinning 💪🏼
fan8: i’m a huge fan but you should be held accountable for how you treated y/n
fan9: DON’T LISTEN TO THE HATERS KING
fan10: the future of football is right there
fan11: keep showing them who’s the boss jude!
fan12: he looked so good tho 🥴
fan13: finally a stylist who does him justice
deuxmoi: hm, being a good role model right? then care to explain why a little bird came to us with receipts about the night she had with you, while you were dating y/n?
fan14: WTF
fan15: WTFFFABSKSKSLDDD WHAT IS THIS
fan16: nah they must be lying jude would NEVER cheat
fan17: deuxmoi isn’t even a reliable source!
fan18: yeah but apparently they got receipts so…
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natwrites08 · 12 days
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I’m Afraid (Mason x FemReader) 
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Summary: He misunderstood the situation, a suitcase in their closet did not mean anything, she wasn’t leaving him. 
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Angsty and fluffy. 
Prompt:  “Why can’t you just pretend to be happy for me?-at least once, please” 
a/n: This is a request/my own take on it. I love all of her ideas and she messages me privately to discuss and go over her own thoughts. A bit shorter, but I hope you enjoy the story- lots of love, Nat ❤️
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They were a very happy couple, patience and open communication were their best attributes. Until they weren’t, because she became preoccupied with her own life. She was no longer sharing every little detail with him, she was hiding and that worried him- he was already fearing the worst. 
But what did he do? Because she was never quiet or restless around him. She would jump on him the moment he opened the door, gossiping and giggling away about her day. He loved their chaos, never a fan of silence and uncertainty. 
Until he saw that horrible suitcase, already packed, with everything she could possibly need, but he waited. If there was a possibility that she would leave him then she had to do it, there would be no confrontation on his part. 
He hated the thought of breaking up with her, but those thoughts dissolved just as quickly. Out of nowhere she started acting like her usual self. That confused him even more, did he magically fix his wrongdoings? He wholeheartedly accepted his fate of breaking their relationship, he blamed himself without doing anything wrong. 
But they were both confused…
She loved her office job, she was left alone and very rarely would she accept work trips, but she craved a moment of peace away from her routine. She loved Mason but she really wanted to do a solo trip, she just didn’t know how to tell him. She was afraid of his reaction, so she waited till she had to leave. That would be better, not giving him a chance to form an opinion or beg her to stay. 
She was so happy that she bought new outfits and toiletries, and she stored them in her new suitcase. She liked to plan ahead, she just didn't like leaving Mason alone. So when he started to act even more clingy she had no doubts that he snooped around. Yet she never imagined the horrible thoughts that were brewing inside of his brain. 
He also started to be even more affectionate, kissing her in public, something that he never did. To her it felt like he was trying to make up for something, but he had been an angel. Not once neglectful, they were just confused, and even more so when he confronted her. 
His version of confrontation was hugging her from behind as she cooked them a nice soup. He was sniffling and she grew concerned that he was getting sick, but in reality he had been crying. The severity of his worry and guilt made him shed unwanted and silly tears. 
“What’s wrong baby?” His voice cracked as he spoke-
“I’m sorry please don’t leave…” she paused, how did he find out?
“Wait, you know?” He took a step back, surprised by her question. 
“Yes I saw the suitcase” 
“Oh thank goodness…” but he was starting to sound angry. 
“You’re really happy?” he had an offended look- pure disgust adorned his pouty face. 
“I am…can’t wait” 
“ You can’t wait to leave me?” Why did he look hurt? And why did she look baffled? 
“No Mason, I knew you would act like this, that’s why I didn’t tell you…”
“How do you expect me to react, if you’re breaking up with me?” 
“What!” She blinked the shock away, trying to find his humor but she never found it. 
“Have I been horrible to you? Tell me what I did” 
“You did nothing wrong…”
“No, I know that I’ve been neglectful, have I been working too much?” Up until that point she believed that he knew about her work trip. 
“No, but I just don’t understand” 
“What don’t you understand?” His distressed voice had toned down, now he only sounded sad. 
“Why can’t you just pretend to be happy for me?-at least once, please” 
“I don’t have to pretend, I am happy!” They were now picking a fight, an unnecessary and pointless one. He really did love everything about her, he was proud of his girlfriend, was he not showing it?
“I want to do this alone, I want to go and be independent with my work friends without you, I just knew that you would get in the way…” 
“Wait baby- What are you talking about?” 
“My solo trip, I had packed for it but now I will tell my boss that I won’t be able to go…”
“Why not?” 
“Because you clearly don’t want me to go” he could laugh, but it wasn’t the time, even though they were both stupid. 
“Why did you hide your trip?” 
“Mason, why are you asking me that if you want to break up” 
“No baby, I think we’re stupid-” the giggles he was letting out weren’t amusing, she was getting frustrated “-I thought you were planning to leave me, because of the suitcase and your silence two weeks ago” 
She softly gasped her words, holding her hand to heart to show her hurt “Oh-no baby…” 
“Come here baby…” he drew her in, gently cradling her head to his chest.
“I was just excited for my trip, I wanted to tell you, but I grew afraid that you wouldn’t let me go” 
“Or that I would want to go with you-“ a playful smile, not once getting offended by her need to seek some alone time. 
“No Mase, I just wanted to do something by myself, learn what it feels like to not have you around, to not depend so much” 
“I know love, I was just taking the piss, just know that you don’t need my permission. Sometimes you need to put your desires first” 
“I just always go with you, and it’s not really fun when there’s more people” 
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” 
“Because you’re actually relaxing and having fun, I just enjoy staying home” 
“Next holiday I have, we’ll stay home ok, or we’ll go alone” 
“Ok- but did you really think I was going to break up with you?” 
“Yes! You were acting so nonchalant, I was going mad trying to figure out what I did” 
“Well you did nothing, I’m extremely happy with you and that suitcase is filled with new stuff only” 
“Where are you going anyway?” 
“To Spain, it’s silly I know but it’s mostly a free trip” 
“Then take it, I will never hold you back, I’m extremely happy for you and even more proud of all your accomplishments” 
“I exaggerated…”
“No amor, but I am happy for you, do I not show it?” 
“You do, but I prefer not inviting you to my work events, most of the time they are boring” 
“Well we have to share boring moments, you don’t really like watching us play regularly, but regardless you go for me. So next time, invite me to your boring dinners, besides you don’t know if I’ll like them” 
“You won’t, I don’t even like them, but I will from now on- I’m sorry for being sneaky and selfish” 
“I’m sorry for being clueless and paranoid, I thought the worst from you, just because I saw a suitcase” 
“Mind you, it was a new suitcase” 
“I know, and it was a tiny one. You couldn’t possibly pack your whole life into it” 
“Let’s not ever jump to conclusions ok” she hugged him, pecking his chapped lips. He probably picked his lips when he was deep in thought, worried and scared of their end. 
“I usually talk with you about my concerns but I was patient like always, but I lacked confidence in actually confronting you, or rather confronting my fears. I just couldn’t believe it you know” 
“I’ll share my boring life with you again, I guess I stopped gossiping about my coworkers and you grew worried, which is normal” 
“I love hearing about Sophie and her three boyfriends and Callie and her messy love life with a girl who is ten years older than her, just please never stop talking baby” 
“I’m sure I’ll bring even more gossip from the trip” 
“I will love to hear it” 
“Any new gossip in your life” footballers lived a pretty interesting but dull life, very rarely did they actually have time to be chaotic or destructive, but his teammates were something else. 
“Nope, no cheating scandals or divorces… I thought I would be the topic of discussion” 
“Mase, I would literally go crazy without you” 
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, you know what my biggest fear is” 
“What? Snakes” he had a silly smile that turned serious. 
“I’m afraid of losing you” 
“Don’t ever face that fear ok?” She gently held his cheek, the one that was still plagued with worry and pent up frustration.
“I won’t…”
“The moment you become comfortable with the idea that I might be gone, that’s the end of us. So be afraid but still love me” 
“Always, I’ll keep holding on to you, I have no choice or else my heart will go crazy” 
“Mine too, I love you” she closed the small gap that separated their lips, in a slow and lazy kiss. There was no point of passionate kisses if he would have her for the rest of his life. “I love you too…”
Yes he was paranoid, but he just needed to talk to her. To communicate if he hurt her feelings, if he wasn’t listening, if he was inconsiderate, or uninvolved in their relationship he needed to become aware of it. However he wasn’t selfish- never was. 
They knew how to express themselves in a way that wasn't insensitive to their needs and desires. That’s why her trip went better than expected. The selfies and group pictures that she was sending him kept him at ease that she was actually enjoying herself. 
He was happy for her, that she was able to face a fear of doing something without him, and he was also facing his fear that she was safe away from him. They sheltered each other and although that could be a good trait, it was also harmful when he started to fear the possibility of losing her. 
But it was a mere possibility, something that would never happen if he kept encouraging his girlfriend to be careful but free to pursue new desires and dreams. 
They always treasured the moments spent together, while not forgetting that a bit of self-care was also needed. Initially her suitcase carried more baggage than usual, but in reality it brought endless opportunities of self discovery for the both of them.
Mason learned to love her without being afraid of the what if’s. There’s millions of reasons to leave your partner, but there’s only one way to make them stay, and that is loving them with no limitations- love is not controlling, it is a foundation of pure patience and honesty and they were glad that they possessed those qualities.
The End…
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your insta storys as jude’s gf
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pairing - jude bellingham x fem!reader genre - fluff warnings - none summary - this req
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Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.
# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers
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— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)
CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy
PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,
NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕
KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!
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“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.
You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.
“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.
“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.
His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”
“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.
Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.
“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.
He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.
The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”
He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”
Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”
“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.
“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.
“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.
“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.
“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”
TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!
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“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.
He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear
“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.
“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.
From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.
He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”
“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.
“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.
As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.
“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.
“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.
Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.
“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.
“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.
“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.
“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.
“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.
“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.
“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”
ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!
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“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .
You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”
Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”
As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”
“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.
“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.
He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.
“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”
As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”
It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.
“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub
You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”
“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”
“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.
“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.
“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.
“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”
You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”
You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”
“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.
“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.
“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”
MASON MOUNT — roses!
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“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.
“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.
“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.
“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.
“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.
“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.
This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”
“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.
“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”
“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.
You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”
“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.
“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.
You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”
“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.
“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”
“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.
“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.
“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.
“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.
“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”
“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”
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spidybaby · 1 year
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Summary: You get jealous at the new PSG intern and how much she's trying to get the attention of your boyfriend but he makes sure you know he's all yours. warning: slight cursing.
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"Can you turn your phone off, please?" You asked for the third time in a row.
His phone has been blowing up with notifications since early. It's kind of tiring at this point for you. He was getting ready for his day, having a long training day before an important match.
"Let me just finish this," he says as he continues spreading the sunblock into his face.
Just when you were going to drift back into sleep, you heard another notification sound that took you out of your peace. Annoyed and angry at the sound, you decide to wake up and take matter into your own hands.
"Who's even texting you this early?" You ask as you lift yourself from the bed you reach over his side of the bed looking for the device. "Is Genevieve" You say to him.
"What?" is all he can ask as he exits the bathroom, ready to start his day.
You show the phone for him to see the text himself. Taking the phone from your hands and reading all his texts from Genevieve.
She's a new intern at PSG, Kylian told you that the same day he asked you to pick him up for training, introducing you to her. She was a nineteen year old who's in charge of helping the captain get things together, and since Kylian was the captain, while Marquinhos is recovering from an injury, she was the one helping him.
"She's saying Galtier wants to see me before training," he says while texting something back to her.
"And can't she wait for you to get there?" You walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your morning routine since you already lost the little sleepiness in you.
You can hear Kylian laughing at your annoyed self. Knowing very well you're not the best morning person.
Finishing with your small routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk out ready to greet your boyfriend.
Hugging him from behind and kissing his neck is a little way to say "Don't go yet" hugging him tighter and kissing his shoulders was an invitation for him to stay and help you get a better morning start.
Turning around to face you and grabbing your face into his hands is a way for Kylian to let you know he's ready to accept that invitation, knowing very well he has enough time for it.
He kisses you while his hands get down from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you into him while he walks you to the bed.
Falling into it, he starts kissing your neck and finding that spot he knows it's your weakness. You can help but moan at the sensation, your hands finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. You throw it somewhere on the floor.
He pulls your -his- t-shirt, leaving you only with your underwear. "Tu es magnifique." He kisses the valley of your breasts while his hands touch the rest of you.
You moan his name, which is the only thing you can say. For him hearing your sounds is all the motivation he needs, the pride he feels, knowing he is the only one who can make you feel that way.
Pulling him up, you kiss him in a desperate way, needing to feel him close. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you can feel his hands roaming around your body but not close to where you need him.
Your hands travel from his shoulders to his lower back, and just as you're about to pull down the remaining clothes, you hear his ringtone fill the room.
Scrunching your eyes at the sound, you pull a little but enough. "Don't. Forget about it. " You go back to the kiss feeling Kylian smile into it. The sound stops, and you can fully concentrate again into the way he's making you feel.
His hands find your underwear and lifting himself he looks at you for confirmation, action that you can't seem to get used to. Not even after all the time you two have been together, he stops asking for confirmation, always making sure you're comfortable.
You nod at him, putting your weight into your elbows to get a better view of him doing that, his hands pulling the piece of clothe that's working as a barrier from his main focus, throwing it around he kiss you again. You move your hands to his boner patting it, making Kylian moan into the kiss.
Again, your actions are interrupted by the sound of his phone, another call.
Grabbing his cheeks as a way for him not to get distracted with the sound of his ringtone. Kylian choke a chuckle. Your desperation to continue is adorable to him.
"Ky, non," you say as he stretches himself to get the phone. Turning your head to see the id caller, you see her name, "This has to be a joke." You try to reach for his phone, but he is quicker than you.
He shush you as he answers the call "Bonjour Genvieve." You can't hear what she's saying to him. Wanting to return to your activity "Tu as trois secondes pour raccrocher ce téléphone." (You have three seconds to hang up the phone), you whisper to him.
Kylian kisses you quickly as he continues the call. "Oui, ne t'en fais pas, je vais y être." (Yes, don't worry, I'll be there) he says and hangs up the phone.
"I'm sorry, chérie, but I have to go. " He lifts himself, and you whine at the loss of contact.
"C'est définitivement un bon matin." (This is definitely a good moring) you sarcasticly say as you search for the t-shirt you had on before. "Why can't she wait till you're there to bother you?" Pouting mad at the situation.
"She's just doing her job, chérie" he's trying to fix the situation on his pants. You put your underwear back and find his shirt. "Here," you say as you hand him the garment without looking at him.
"Chérie, don't be mad. Galtier is the one bothering her about me getting there early. " You can't help but roll your eyes at his explanation.
He finish putting himself together again and pull you closer in a hug "I promise I'll make it up to you as soon as I get back" he kiss your cheeks and hug you tightly "Je t'aime, mon amour".
You smile at him, knowing is not his fault. "Je t'aime, Ky." Kissing him was a way for him to know you're not mad at him. "Now go, because if I heard your phone go off again, I'll break it." You push him to the door after another kiss.
The day goes quickly to an end as you find yourself occupied doing some work. As you review your coworker job, you hear your phone. Taking a look at it, you notice Kylian calling you.
"Hi amour," you say happily as you answer the call.
"Oh, hi y/n." You stop reading the paper and turn your full attention at the phone. "Who is this?" You ask frowning.
"amm. It's Genevieve. " You stare for a while at the phone, not believing what you just hear. "Hello? are you there?" she asks as you stay silent for a while.
"Yes, is everything okay with Kylian?" you get worried "Yes, he ask me to call you and ask you to pick him up, please" she says in a monotone voice "Okay, I'll be there" hanging up the phone after that few words, you didn't meant to be rude to her but you can't also denied you're a little taken aback that Kylian asked her to call you.
Grabbing your stuff and keys, you exit your home. The drive was quick as you didn't live that far from there.
"Hi, I'm here to pick up Kylian" you show the guard your all access pass, a little something Kylian left in your car - and every single one of his own cars - for you to be able to access the practice field.
The guard opens the gate for you, and you thank him with a smile.
Practice wasn't over for another twenty minutes, you decide to see the last minutes of practice. Grabbing your phone, you got out of your car and walked inside the center.
You find your way into the field and sit yourself in one of the benches.
Kylian spots you and waves at you smiling, and you do the same to him.
The time goes quickly as you watch the team finish the training match.
Kylian is walking in your direction when somebody intercepts him, grabbing him by the arm. Thinking is one of the boys you make your way over to him.
Finding out little miss Genevieve with a bunch of paperwork, making him sign something. She's caressing his shoulders while he signs the pile of paper.
You're not a jealous person.
But seeing her touching him the way she did and him not saying anything move something in you. However, you didn't say anything, not wanting to create a scene.
You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little bit.
"Hey, kiddo," Sergio says as he turns you around and gives you a hug. "It's been a while," he laughs as he gets away from you.
"Hi dad," you joke with him. Ramos and you had this inside joke where he once said you were his kid, as a way to get you inside a club, you were barely staring a relationship with Kylian, and the security at the club didn't believe you when you told them you where there with the PSG team so Sergio, a little drunk, got sent to help you, saying that making the security roll their eyes, knowing damn well that Sergio Ramos didn't have a teenage child, let alone a daughter. But that actually got you in and know it was an inside joke between the two of you. "How is mom?" Pilar and you had an amazing relationship. She was super nice with you, and you love her a lot.
"She's doing great, missing you, the kids too"
"we need to plan a dinner together"
Sergio turns his attention to Kylian, who was still signing whatever thing the intern girl handed him. He could ignore the way this girl had his hands on him, the same way you noticed that as soon as you got close to him.
"Hey blondie," he says, getting Genevieve attention. "Grab me a water, please," you smile at Sergio's action, knowing he's doing that to help you. "Kylian, hurry up"
Genevieve let go of Kylian and nodded at Sergio, making her way inside the center to get what he asked for.
Kylian finishes with the papers and turns to both Sergio and you smiling.
"Amour," he says, getting close to you and kissing you. "Let's go"
The three of you exit the field, and Kylian asked you to wait for him to get his things, not wanting to spend anymore time away from you.
"Hey, where is Ramos?" Your attention goes to the blonde carrying two bottles of water. You only shrug and turn your attention back to your phone. She groans and turns around, leaving you alone.
After a few minutes Kylian exit the locker room "let's go home, amour" he says looking at you with his hand out for you to take "and don't worry, my phone will be turn off for the rest of the day" he's all smiles today you thought as you grab his hand ready to go home, knowing he'll keep his promise and make up to you for this morning.
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You're running into your apartment building, already late for the date you and Kylian have been planning for a while. Texting Kylian that you'll be with him as soon as possible. Already desperate with the elevator. You walk outside to focus on your phone to care when a body colapse into yours, making the person throw the papers they are holding.
"Oh, mon Dieu. Je suis navrée" (Oh my God, I'm sorry) you say as you help collecting the papers from the floor. You're about to apologize until you look up, noticing Genevieve collecting everything. "What are you doing here?" You ask, apology long gone now.
"Don't worry, I'm fine" she sarcastically say "Kylian ask me to pick some papers from his house" the tone she's using, the way she's remarking that's "his house", the attitude and the expression on her face is making you want to punch her. "You were at my house?" You ask quickly."How the hell you got in?" The tone of your voice matches hers.
She shows you a spare key you and Kylian keep in case of emergency at the reception desk. Without hesitation, you take the key from her, too quick for her to try to stop you.
You get up and walk to your house, not caring about the remaining papers on your hand. You enter your house using the key you took from her. Throwing it next to all the other keys you have.
As you got into your shared room, you abruptly stop, the smell of her perfume catching being too obvious for you to ignore it. She got into your room and sprayed her perfume. Was she crazy? you wonder what else she did while she was there, making a mental note to check the cameras.
Not wanting to ruin the whole plan you and Kylian had, you run into the bathroom trying to be quick and not let your boyfriend wait for that long.
Thankfully, you were quick and Kylian only waited a few minutes, which he said, wasn´t that bad. The night went on amazingly, you guys were able to relax from all the crazy week you had.
"I miss your mom" you say as he finish talking about something his mom told him "we should go visit" he says drinking his wine "let's go tomorrow, I have all day cleared and you don't" your planning is interrupted by his phone.
"Sorry, Chèrie" he said as he declined the call and turned the volume of his phone down. "You were saying," he smiled at you, the action making you feel butterflies. The both of you really prioritize the little time you get as Kylian has a stretch agenda during league season.
"Let's go tomorrow," you say, taking his hands on yours "please" you say, making puppy eyes. Kylian laughs slightly at your begging, loving the relationship you and his family have.
"Yes, I'm texting Ethan to let him know about our plans." He closed the distance between the two of you. But the kiss is not long, feeling his phone vibrate on the table, you pull and grab it, not caring and him letting you doing it, about to press decline when you check the name Genevieve. You feel the same feeling you had at the training center, jealousy.
You answer the phone without even thinking twice. "Kyky, baby, finally, I need to tell you something that happened with the pap." You didn't even let her finish, baby? what the hell? "Kylian is not available, not now, not later and not tomorrow, but I can pass him the message" you try to sound normal, Kylian watching you smiling, thinking you where talking to a friend of his, you can help but feeling uncomfortable but not wanting him to know.
"Oh it's you, put Kylian on the phone" you try to not show you discomfort as you laugh pretending she say something funny "you´re so funny, so cute, I'll make sure he knows, also he's not going to be available for the rest of the night and even the weekend, goodbye" you hang up and quickly activate the "do not disturb" mode on his phone.
"Who was it?" he asked happy, not thinking anything bad "Genevieve, such a funny girl, she mentioned she was not going to be available and wanted you to know that so you don't think she's lost or something" the fake tone of your voice is undetected by him. Smiling as you returned the phone to him.
"So about tomorrow," you say, ignoring, again, the situation for the sake of the night.
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Kylan and you were cuddling while watching something on tv. Well, he was watching the game while you were fighting the urge to sleep and Kylian caressing your back, and your hair was not help at all.
"allons au lit, amour" (let's go to bed) he say after turning the tv off "but is early, and we need to eat before bed" you say while rubbing your eyes.
Kylian kiss your head, helping you get up and making your way to the kitchen. "I don't want to cook" you say, hugging him. He laughs at your state. "Want some takeout?" he pulls his phone out of his pocket as he opens the delivery app "what you're feeling?" checking the app with him, you both choose a burger from a well-known restaurant and a salad to share.
While you wait, Kylian is telling you about his day, everything he did at training, about him meeting a fan. The happiness he has while talking about it makes you happy. Your talk is paused by Wilfrid, his father, calling him to know how he's doing. He walks to the shared room to find his charger. You wait for the food downstairs.
You were making some lemonade and watching a tik tok your friend send you about the drama going on with celebrities, the sound of the doorbell distracting you from your video. You were surprised at how quickly the food was delivered. When you opened the door, the last person you thought you would see was there.
The blonde girl was looking at you with an annoyed expression. The feeling was mutual, of course. "Genevieve, what?" You say not caring to be respectful enough to greet her. "What are you doing at Kylian's house?" The question itself was disrespectful, but the way she pushed you to enter was worse.
"Can you call him, I have something for him." she stood there at the entrance with a box, and you have been patient with her. But this took you out. You were mad.
"Get out," you say, pointing at the corridor. "Now Genevieve, go!" You didn't want to scream at her, even if she deserved that. "I'm not leaving, I said go get Kylian, I need to give him this." she says and points at the box she's holding with one hand.
Your patience ran out, but you only took the box from her hands, put it on the little table by the door. Genevieve looked at you confused and definitely didn't expect you to grab her by the arms and pull her outside. "Listen kid" you say once you were out of the door "You need to leave, now" your tone was serious, the look in your eyes making Genevieve rethink her actions "You need to stop bothering me, bothering him, I don't care if it's your job, because I know it's not, your job is from 9 to 5, your job is not to fuck your boss so stay in your fucking line and leave us alone. You can't come into my house and bother me as if I'm the one on your way. You're on my way, so leave now."
You let her go and got inside again, slamming the door on the way. You grab the box and took it with you to the kitchen, helping you with scissors to open it you notice the cake inside, a red, blue and white cake with a heart shape that reads "To the best boss ever". You feel nauseous as that horrible feeling is sitting on your stomach.
"Kylian, come here right now," you yell for him to hear since he was on the second floor. Thinking it was the food, he said goodbye to his father and promised to call him before practice. As he go down the stairs, he find you at the bottom of them with an angry face, thinking it was something with the food.
"What's wrong? did they mess up the order?" he says while looking at his phone. You took the phone out of his hands, and grabbing his hand, you pulled him to the kitchen. This action got him confused, still thinking it was about the food.
"Look at that," you say, pointing at the box with an angry expression. He gets closer and looks at the cake, reading what it says. He finds it a cute gesture, not really finding why you were so mad about it. "Aw c'est mignon" (Aw, that's so cute) digging his finger into the cream on top of the cake and trying it.
Your anger only grows. How can he be so calm with all of this?. "I can't, Kylian," you finally say. "I can't with this girl. She's always all over you, too handsy, too everything, and you do nothing to stop her. I can't do this anymore, if you don't put a stop on this I will and it's not going to be nice" your voice elevates a little while you express you feelings, tired of keeping them.
Kylian looks at you with widen eyes, not sure what he did wrong. "Amour, what are you talking about?" This question makes you laugh, but not a funny laugh like he's used to."Kylian, is this a joke?" You say trying not to explote.
"What? y/n why would I be joking about?" he's more confused now. Were you the one pranking him? "Amour, please explain." he tried to get close to you, but you didn't let him, lifting your hand in a stop signal. "Genevieve, she's all over you, and I don't like it. She's always calling you, and she's very disrespectful to me. " You tried to stay calm, not wanting to explote. Not wanting to fight with him.
The way his eyes open after the last words, "What do you mean she's disrespectful with you?" he's a very calm person, not a fan or arguments "She's always giving me the cold shoulder, she's always looking over me, giving me dirty looks, she's very disrespectful as when you let her pick some papers here, she entered to our room and sprayed her perfume, she also just drop this and asked me to call you as if I'm some random girl and she's the owner of this place, Kylian I don't want to be rude to her but I can't stand her and my patience run out."
Kylian knew Genevieve had a crush on him. It was obvious, but he never thought she was treating you this way, not you.
"Okay," he says and takes his phone, texting Patric, the boss of interns about this behavior. Not wanting to wait. "Okay?" You ask as you don't find that answer enough.
"Chérie, nobody is disrespecting you, and nobody is making you feel this way, so I'm dealing with this right know, let me do it, okay?" he calls Patric, you hear the conversation, he explains the situation, and Patric promises to remove her from the team, not wanting this story to repeat itself with other players of the team.
"Done" he says leaving the phone on the table and taking your hands "look chérie, I'm sorry I didn't notice this before, I thought it was some immature teenage behavior and I regret not talking that with you, you're the most important person in my life. Believe me that she's not important, never was, never will, nobody will. For me it's only you, but now" he pause to grab your face so you look at him "you miss, need to talk to me about this things, we are a team amour, we are one, and if you're not comfortable tell me, don't hide this from me. Deal?"
You kiss him, grateful for him being so smart and calm, making you always feel protected, loved, and important.
"Deal" you say, hugging him tight.
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