#dybala

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[swmzq]

Can we get some Dybala smut with thigh riding

JUNO, drabble

pairing:paulo dybala X fem!reader

warnings:thigh riding, language, mdni!, smut, smut w almost no plot, mentions of alcohol? Short

A/N:I’m still working on my other Paulo fic so I’m uploading this first cause I’ve been rlly inactive.

song:Juno by Sabrina carpenter

It was meant to be a simple reunion—just two childhood friends catching up over a couple of drinks. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet, somehow, I found myself perched on Paulo's lap, the room dimly lit, the soft glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. The world outside faded away, and in that moment, the familiar comfort of our friendship took an unexpected turn.

But there I was with Paulo, our lips moving against each other with an intensity that took me by surprise. What began as innocent laughter and shared memories transformed into a passionate exchange, our faces drawing closer as if pulled by an invisible force. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection we were rediscovering.

“You're so beautiful,” Paulo whispered, his gaze locking onto mine, a mix of sincerity and desire in his eyes. Before I could fully process his words, he leaned in and kissed me again, deeper this time. His hands began to wander, exploring the curve of my waist and then resting on my hips, sending a shiver down my spine. It was a moment charged with both familiarity and something thrillingly new.

As his hands settled on my hips, I felt a rush of warmth spread through me. The kiss deepened, and I found myself leaning into him, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Memories of our childhood flashed through my mind, but they were now intertwined with the heady thrill of this unexpected intimacy.

Paulo pulled back slightly, searching my eyes for a sign, a confirmation. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice low and tentative.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes, please, Paulo,” I managed to whine softly, the words spilling out in a mixture of desire and anticipation. His expression shifted, a blend of relief and excitement washing over him.

With that encouragement, he deepened the kiss again, his hands exploring my curves more boldly now. Each touch sent sparks through me, igniting a fire I hadn’t realized was there. In that dimly lit room, everything felt heightened—the warmth of his body against mine, the intoxicating rhythm of our breaths, and the overwhelming pull of connection that seemed to draw us closer together.

As the heat between us rises, I press my hips against his, feeling the friction of my clothed core against his growing hardness beneath his jeans, igniting a passionate dance of desire.

“C’mon baby want to take a ride on these?” Paulo says with a playful grin, glancing down at his jeans-clad thighs.

“You know I do,” I reply, my voice soft as my face nestles against the warmth of his neck. I shift in Paulo’s lap, the hem of my dress riding up my thighs as I settle onto his thigh, feeling the warmth beneath me.

He bounced his leg up and down, the jean-clad thigh pressing firmly against my core as I straddled him. His strong hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he kissed down my neck.

I moaned softly, my hips bucking against his thigh as I chased the friction. Paulo's voice growled in my ear, "That's it, baby. Grind on my thigh like that. Show me what you want." His hands tightened on my hips, encouraging my movements.

Paulo's breath grew hotter against my neck. "I can feel how wet you're getting through my jeans. You like the friction, don't you?" His leg muscles flexed, pushing against me rhythmically as he spoke. "Tell me, baby."

"I love it, Paulo," I whimpered, my hips moving in a desperate rhythm against his thigh.

Paulo's fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, his touch bordering on painful as he pulled me harder against his thigh. "That's right, baby. Ride it just like that. Let me feel how much you need it."

My fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. The pressure only spurred me on, my hips bucking against his firm grasp as waves of sensation washed over me. Paulo's face nuzzled against my neck.

"That's it, baby, you're so close," Paulo purred, his leg moving faster against my core, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. "Come on, let it go. I want to feel you shake apart on my leg."

His hands slid down to grasp the backs of my thighs, lifting me a little higher, the new angle sending shocks of pleasure through me. "Paulo... it's... it's too much..." I gasped, my breath hitching as the sensations became almost too intense to bear.

My body tensed and then shuddered as the pleasure crested, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. "Fuck, yes..." Paulo groaned, holding me tight as i came undone. He worked his leg against me, drawing out my climax until i collapsed against his chest, panting.

Paulo's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled in the aftermath. "That's my good girl," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my temple. "You did so well, baby." His hands stroked up and down my back soothingly. "How do you feel?"

“Perfect,” I reply while my head is laying against his chest.

Paulo's grip tightened on my thighs as he picked me up, bridal style walking towards the bedroom. "Good because this is gonna be a long night.”

[dybversainz]

seeing him playing for juventus again is my dream

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[hermywolf]

ando pensando mucho en EL omega in these trying times

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It couple ❤️

[iidakosuke]

I want to see you shining 輝く君が見たい

[louisandthedagger]

que lindo esta el recien casado 🥵

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True 🥰

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