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avalentina · 2 months

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Welcome To Football Baby Girl

NewDad!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader

Just a little thing I had the urge to type out while watching Serie A today and seeing another player carrying their little "player escort" out onto the pitch

This takes place in the Fiance!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader universe I'm writing currently.

Reader wears the No. 1 for the Inter Milan Women and the USWNT

Word count: 329 (it just made me smile ok)

ENJOY! -Ava

Warnings: None (I think), I guess implied p in v (they have a daughter), mild teasing (poking fun at Weston and Tim)

You and Christian welcomed your first child just over twelve weeks ago, a sweet baby girl and he is obsessed. Just as she is very much a ‘Daddy’s Girl’. You and him have been talking about doing her first major social appearance with each of you and after doing some looking into things Christian made a suggestion, “What about dressing her tiny little self up in a onesie version of a team's kit and having her be our escort? Theo did it with his son against Lecce and it was adorable. The press and fans on both sides loved it.”

“Don't you guys have a Juventus game coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then at least we can doll her up in a McKennie kit. She did cling to Wes when he came in to meet her. She wasn't a big fan of Tim though.”

“Poor Tim. Wes will get a kick out of that though and probably get her a new one every time she outgrows it. You know that right?”

“Yep. And when I battle AC next we'll put her in yours.”

Christian smiles wide, having an even better idea.

“We need to find infant keeper gloves. I've got the derby on the 22nd.”

“Fuck, that's right. But only the keeper's escort wears the keeper kit.”

“I’ll take care of it. I'll get myself maneuvered next to Mike and swap him for the anthem. He'll love it.”

“Let's put Pulisic on the back and see if anyone spots it.”

“I have to say, I'm so happy you decided to use it in matches.”

“Why wouldn't I tie myself to ‘Captain America' in yet another way?”

Christian gives a smiling “mhmm” before kissing you senseless and hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs and just starts sliding a hand lower when you're interrupted by the baby monitor app crackling to life.

“Looks like Chelsea's awake.” You say before heading upstairs to get her. Christian following close behind.

Feedback Appreciated. This is the first of hopefully many that will be posted for Christian. It technically takes place after they officially tie the knot so I hope you liked that little bit.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Ava

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easemysoul · 2 years

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“I’ll be good. I promise” - C.P

Christian Pulisic x Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: 18+, kinda almost smut

Notes: This is probably part 1 of a short Christian series

Word count: 605

Summary:

Christian loves being good for you

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“Shhh baby. Be good for me.” You whisper as you straddle Christian, one leg either side of his.

He groans when you lower yourself onto him, pressing your chest to his at the same time.

His white t-shirt sits loosely on your body, only just hiding the lingerie underneath.

You bite your lip and chuckle, feeling him twitch under you.

“Please.” He begs, his hands itching to touch you.

Shaking your head “no”, you bring one hand up to his neck, wrapping your hand around him as best as you can.

“You wanna be good, right?” You ask.

“Yes. Yes. Wanna be good for you.” He breathlessly moans out, feeling your fingers dig into his neck enough for it to feel good.

“Then sit still for me, baby. Don’t move.”

You bring yourself up onto your knees, making your chest rub against his.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to his jaw, before slowly unwrapping your hand from his neck.

Christian lets out a whine, already missing the light pressure there.

His whine stops the second he sees your hands at the hem of his shirt you’re wearing. His fingers dig into the armrests of the large, grey chair both of you are on.

“Remember…no touching.” You remind him with a pointed look.

You can’t help but smirk and gently grind down on him as you slowly take the almost see-through shirt off of your body.

You make sure to put on a show to tease him more, to tempt him.

You hear him swear under his breath the second he sees your breasts covered in a navy blue lacey bra…his favourite.

The shirt is thrown somewhere behind you once it’s off, your focus back on the footballer under you.

“Please. I want to touch you.” Christian begs you as he thrusts his hips upwards.

Your hand instantly goes back to his neck, gently squeezing as a warning.

“Baby boy…I said to be good.” You mockingly pout down at him.

Your eyes fall to the chain around his neck, the gold links catching in the light.

You smirk, running your fingers over it "You know I rather like this... I think I might steal it for myself."

You do just that, guiding Christian's head forward so you can find the clasp and undo it. You put on a little show for him as you put the chain around your own neck. You move your hair to one shoulder, exposing your neck more. The sight has Christian almost drooling.

You make sure the chain is fastened and sits right around your neck. "There, much better on me, don't you think?"

You watch as his eyes glass over, tears pricking his eyes as he continues to hold himself back from giving in and touching you.

“No tears, pretty boy. Keep being good for me and I’ll make sure to reward you.” You whisper, bringing your free hand up to gently wipe away a tear that managed to escape his precious, beautiful eyes.

“Okay?” You ask.

He nods his head ‘yes’.

“Words, Christian. Use your words.” Your eyebrow raises as you speak.

“Yes, I’ll be good. I promise." He whines under you.

“I know you will.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss him.

The moment your lips meet his, you feel your body warm up.

Your hands travel down his body, meeting his hands on either side of you. You sink down on him once again, fully relaxing into him.

You bring his hands to rest on your naked thighs.

You pull back from his lips just enough to whisper, “Take control, baby. I’m all yours.”

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pedriscroquettes · 11 months

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something fluffy with gio reyna? 🤧🫨

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 – GIO REYNA

warnings. fluff, mentions of hockey (lots of them), scally!reader, angst, mentions of dead relatives, grief if you squint, and a very dramatic gio

summary. dyeing your brother’s and his best friend’s hair leads to suppressed feelings the both of you are ready to let out.

a/n. get him some toner omds!!!

“am i more of a sandy blonde or platinum blonde?” he looked at you seriously, completely depending on your answer.

“look, the two of you agreed to dye your hair and the color every other athlete uses for playoffs is platinums. so, unless y’all want to look dumb in front of a sold out stadium take the platinum.” gio just shook his head and your brother simply agreed.

americans didn’t have culture per se but they had tradition and one of those included teenage boys dyeing their hair an awful shade of blonde during playoffs for their respective sports. hockey boys did it all the time although they tended to lack toner. and now that you looked around the hotel bathroom you realized the boys sitting in front of you also forgot to get some.

“it’s so great that you both ended up professional athletes.” you sighed as you took the dye out of the box.

“hey, i had good grades and even took ap classes. if i’ve lost intelligence it’s a hundred percent because this dumbass has infiltrated his way into our lives.” joe completely threw his best friend under the bus.

“gee thanks. this is why your sister is the better scally sibling. she’s mean but not harsh.” gio scoffed as he placed the towel around his neck.

“i’ve always been the better sibling.” you reply as you grab the vaseline you bought from the bag.

“okay, joe close your eyes.” you instruct your brother and you’re lucky he’s always been the obedient child.

you carefully apply the vaseline along his hairline, behind his ears, and the area around his neck. you’re careful to avoid his mouth or eyes. you’re too focused on not wanting to cause your brother any discomfort you don’t catch gio’s stare. he’s looking at you with so much fervor. he’s always loved the way you don’t hesitate to help your brother out no matter how stupid he’s being. or the way you’d always bring something to his family’s estate in new york because you insisted on never showing up empty handed. oh, how badly he wanted to be joe right now.

“okay, starboy you’re next.” you stand in front of your brothers teammate.

“starboy? you never call me anything like that.” your brother whines.

“oh, sorry didn’t know our family was also involved in a huge scandal because the fans were mad you didn’t play.” you scoff.

gio can’t help but laugh at your joke. if it had been anyone else he’d probably be more than annoyed but for some reason he found it funny coming from you. after all you knew his family and you didn’t care about the rumors or the allegations. you’d claimed to him so many times that you would never speak ill of them on purpose because his family treated you as kin.

“come on, close your eyes.” you urged him.

it was never easy being in close proximity with gio. his bleu de chanel perfume that he probably started using since he was fifteen always found a way to make you nervous. you’d never come to terms with your feelings for the u.s. national always thinking you only felt so giddy around him because you’d never been so close to another boy. but, now that you have had your own share of flings and relationships you realized maybe there was something more. obviously you never acted on those said feelings in respect of your brother’s friendship with him.

not that your brother dictated who you could or couldn’t date but you knew that if you tried anything it could go one way or another. gio’s slow breathing somehow stops you from overthinking. the american boy loves the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hairline and behind his neck. he could get used the feeling. he imagines your hands on his neck after he wins the nations league because one thing he knew for sure is that he would win it.

he almost whines at the loss of contact due to you grabbing the gloves from the kit. the last thing you wanted was remnants of joe and gio’s stupidity all over your palms. you leave the bathroom again this time in search of a bowl to mix the dye unaware of the conversation occurring between your brother and gio.

“so, when are you going to tell her?” joe looked at the borussia player seriously.

“i was thinking about it. maybe after we win would be nice?” he tries to say but instead it comes out half a question.

“right. and if we don’t win?” joe almost whispers the question as if not to jinx them.

“we will.” gio sends him a smirk. “it’s just what if she- fuck it’s going to be all weird. my mom loves her and so does my dad. i can’t afford to lose her friendship.”

“well, we’ve already established that i’m not a problem. i’m always around the two of you all the time so i’m not worried about losing you. it’s just a matter of you confessing to her as corny as that sounds. i don’t know how my sister feels and i may never know if you don’t make a move. just make sure that there won’t be too many mini gio’s because i also have a professional career myself and won’t be able to babysit all the time.” joe laughs.

“babysit who?” you ask as you walk in with a bowl of the mixed dye products.

“uhm, zimmerman’s kids. yeah he brought them to las vegas and was asking around to see if anyone would take care of them while he took his wife out.” joe easily lies.

“okay, well who’s going first?” you ask as the two boys in front of you start rethinking this spontaneous decision.

an hour later you’re waiting patiently as the two of them take turns rinsing their hair. you already know it’s bound to be a disaster because of the lack of toner and the way the boys couldn’t keep still as you applied the product to their hair. for a second you thought you’d make their hair fall off. as the shower turned off you waited anxiously to see the final result. they’d either be the most talked about because it ended out good or bad. as the door opened you couldn’t help but bite your lip at anticipation.

“oh my god. you look exactly like the hockey kids from st. mary’s during playoffs.” you gasped.

“i’ll be sure to send trevor a selfie and add what you said.” gio talked about one of his friends who happened to play professionally in the sport mentioned.

“it’s not bad. it’s kind of-”

“nice?” joe asked

“cool?” gio chimes in.

“i was going to say cunty but yeah sure.” you stood up getting closer to them to analyze your work. you were sort of proud of yourself considering you lacked toner.

“cunty?” the two of them asked in unison.

“yeah, never mind y’all don’t get it so it’s not cunty anymore.” you sighed.

“oh, fuck. christian is coming over i got to go clean my room. i’ll see you both at the stadium later.” your brother suddenly stands up and heads out the room but not before winking at his friend. a wink you somehow don’t see.

“since when does he care about what people think about him? cleaning his room? he must have a crush on pulisic.” you scoff at your brother’s antics.

“do you have a crush on christian?” gio doesn’t mean to sound nosy nor interrogative.

“he’s not ugly but i don’t have a crush on him, no. plus it seems he’s already stolen my brother’s heart.” you chuckle quietly.

“will you be at the final?” he asks.

“why? you don’t want me there? i thought we were friends.” you whine playing with him.

“no, i- i do. i just- it’s just.” he pauses. “i don’t want you there as my friend.”

“oh? did i do something i don’t understand?” you look confused. what did he mean by that?

“no! i mean that- well i’ve known you since i was like an early teen. you’ve been with me through everything hell you were even with me in qatar. you helped me when i thought it was over for me. you were also there to comfort me when we lost the league. i just think that what i feel for you is more than just a platonic feeling. every time i see you it’s like my day can’t get any better. you’re constantly there making me feel better but you’re only there as a friend.” he starts.

“i want you to be there for me as a girlfriend a partner. i don’t just want to lean on your shoulder i want to leave kisses around your neck. fuck. i don’t know if you feel the same or if i over shared but i felt that if i didn’t say this to you all sooner i would die.” he finally stops.

“gio.” you face him. the boy you’ve loved for years. “your friendship with my brother wouldn’t be affected because of this?”

the only thing gio disliked about you was how selfless you were. specifically in moments like these.

“i told him how i felt and he said he’s no one to dictate how we feel. although, he’s worried about third wheeling that is if you like me. if not then this will definitely be awkward.” the two of you laugh.

“well, my dear nepo baby fortunately for you i find you very appealing. i’m not sure if i’m ready to be your girlfriend just yet or anything but i’m willing to give us a chance.” you say.

“how about wearing my jersey to the game tomorrow?” he suggests.

“now, wait a minute. i’m still a scally and as long as my brother represents this country i will be wearing our name thank you very much. but if you win we could possibly think of something else.” you state adamantly.

“so, i only get something if i win?” he questions.

“obviously.” you roll your eyes playfully.

“fine. if we win the competition you’ll dye your hair as well.” he insists.

“absolutely not reyna. i’ll give you a kiss at most.” you offer.

“deal.” he smiles.

“deal.” you shake hands with the newly blonde boy. you really hope this works out because you can’t help losing his friendship nor stop seeing that smile of his that made you feel like a little girl.

joe carefully helps gio make his way to the stands with his injured leg. although, the injury doesn’t seem to phase the new york native one bit. he’s insistent on making his way towards his family and yours wanting to celebrate the win to the fullest no matter his status. the surreal feeling of winning another competition for his country overtakes the pain he feels as he limps towards your section. with the help of his friend it takes him only six minutes to get to his family.

despite all the turbulent times his family had faced lately they were still the most important people to him. he wasn’t ashamed that they were here nor embarrassed. he hugged them like his life depended on it. he never admitted it publicly but every time his parents said they were proud of him after a win he would get all sappy inside.

“we’re so proud of you and so is he.” his mother told him.

jack. how he missed his brother and wished he was here to witness all the things they should’ve achieved together.

“you okay?” you ask noticing how distant gio was being.

“just thinking about him.” he looks up at the giant screens saying they were champions.

“i believe he would be very happy for you and proud of what you’ve accomplished. but, you knew him best.” you brushed your hand through his hair. a habit of yours that had started when he randomly laid down on your lap during high school.

“well, i know for starters he’s happy that i finally asked you out. i like to think he was very proud when he saw my name on the squad list for qatar and i imagine he would be very happy for me today.” he smiles at the fond memories of his brother.

“i’m sure he would.” you agree with him. “are you okay though? physically?”

“oh, yeah just a few therapy sessions and it should be fine. although my leg is injured my lips aren’t. i’m still waiting on that kiss.” he smirks.

“you’re so corny oh my god.” you smack him playfully.

“oh please have you seen christian’s leaked snapchats? you should be grateful i’m not him. now, about that kiss?” he insists.

“here? in front of your family and the press? wow, you really hate me don’t you?” you ask him jokingly.

“oh, yeah i despise you. this has all been a big plan.” he plays along. “my family loves you already. trust, my mom has already planned our wedding.”

“well, your dad does love me more because my spanish abilities are better than yours and well i would die for your mom. but i’m not sure i’m ready to appear all over the internet.” you play with him.

“it’s not my fault i grew up in a household that only spoke english. anyways, i don’t want to pressure you-”

“come here.” you urge him to get closer to you so you could reach him better.

he scoots a little bit closer so now you’re in a close distance with him. his brown eyes look straight into yours and you internally smile at his features. you hope the gum you’ve been chewing for the past hour comes in handy as you lean down. the kiss is short but sweet. he can’t place his hand on your jaw to deepen it as he needs to maintain his crutches balanced. when you both pull away you notice his rosy cheeks and soon you feel yours heating up.

“by the way i’m going to need some toner.” he smiles up and you simply scoff after playfully smacking him.

#uhhhh yeah #i want him #i need him #my no sabo kid #> thinking about the interview where they asked him if he knew anything and he was like no ❤️#gio reyna imagine #gio reyna x reader #gio reyna fic #giovanni reyna imagine #giovanni reyna x reader #bvb #football imagine #football fic #ash writes #usmnt

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fernandezology · 1 year

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checkmate, i couldn't lose - christian pulisic

pairing: christian pulisic x reader

author’s note: based on interview christian gave in 2021,let me know if you liked this<3

word count: 700 words

from feeling you are on top of the world to watching your loved one in the coffin,life sure is unpredictable.

it was hard to comprehend why was this happening to christian,but there was nothing either of you could’ve done to bring his grandfather back to life. it all happened so quickly,he never had a chance to say goodbye to him.

to make timing even worser,it was a week before he planned to introduce you to him. it was about time because his grandfather wanted to meet who is that girl that got him utterly infatuated. not to mention he was the first one to hear all about you. it was not a secret that christian trusted his judgment very much.

even though unfortunately he never got to meet you,he was absolutely sure that you were “the one” for christian. the way his eyes light up everytime he would even think about you,the way he could not help to smile when he was taking about you… all the signs were there.

and yet there was not a single sign that was the last time he will ever see him alive and play chess with him. you immediately knew something terribly wrong happened when u saw a tear falling from his left eye after answering his sister’s call. quiet “what’s wrong” escaped from your lips as you sat down on floor next to him.

he still couldn’t process these news and it felt like time has stopped. all he could do at that moment melt down into your embrace.

it took him a while to realize that opening up is never not something to be ashamed of. he thought he was too tough to need help and didn’t wanted to be a bother to you with his rants.

eventually, you assured him when it’s all on him,it can feel like a lot. that’s not how it should be and it won’t be as long as he has you by his side. this was the first time he broke down in tears in front of you even though he showed vulnerability before,it was nothing like this.

it felt like hours passed before he managed to say devastating news out loud. this meant your trip to his family is gonna happen sooner than you planned. too bad it was under these unfortunate circumstances.

one of the reasons he didn’t really open to anyone because he couldn’t stand “i totally understand how you feel” sentence. already prone to over-analyzing everything,this just made him feel like nobody is actually listening. somehow you knew he hated hearing that and you never used it. even when you didn’t feel whatever was bothering him on your own skin,you did understand it.

however,this time you understand from your own experience. you were very close with your grandparents as a kid. they taught you pretty much there is to learn. reading,tying your shoelaces,writing,manners…and when both of them passed away in a short period of time,it felt unreal.

him and his grandfather had their thing and it was playing chess. after the funeral,christian wanted to see his room one last time. you wanted to give him privacy to do it but he wanted you to come with him. he took your hand and gently pulled you to him. when you entered room,his look was immediately on chess board next to vinyl recorder and you started to put pieces together.

“wait,that’s why you have tattoo of chess piece?”

“one of reasons,yeah. he taught me how to play when i was younger,but i am nowhere near level.”

“i didn’t even know you knew how to play it.”

“i guess i never mentioned it,but me and kante sometimes play it on plane. we always have good battles but it’s hard to beat him.”

“i’m here if you wanna feel like beth from queen’s gambit. absolutely clueless about how any of this is working.”

“hm,i think out of all people you would understand it. “

“why?”

“he used to say that life is like chess because it consists of very limited number of moves. you need to make good use of them and create your own opportunities-just like i did with you.”

“well whatever you did is definitely working on me.”

“checkmate,i couldn’t lose.”

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hyperfixationrn · 1 year

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kaihavoc · 2 years

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Little Miss Never Swears ; Christian Pulisic

Recommended listening: All Mine (Slowed + Reverb) - Plaza Warnings: 18+

“How’s the new boss?” Mason chirps around the parmesan-dusted breadstick currently invading his mouth.

“Awful,” you answer glumly. Defeated, you eye the almost-empty bread basket as Mason reaches for another breadstick.

“Leave some for the rest of us, will ya?” Christian says, snatching the last breadstick before Mason can stake his claim on it. Your boyfriend offers you the butter-soaked bread but you decline it with the shake of your head. You're too out of it to enjoy carbs right now.

You feel bad, bringing the mood down at what’s supposed to be an upbeat, end-of-the week dinner with Christian and your mutual friends. Christian had even gone all out by making a reservation at an upscale Italian restaurant for the occasion. But you can't find it in you to do anything other than sulk.

It’s Friday evening and you just got off of work, where your boss had scolded you in front of the entire office. You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes as you recall the embarrassing scene that made you feel smaller than an ant.

“She’s a complete and… witch,” you continue, swallowing back the waterworks. You're so riled up that you would use a stronger word to describe your nightmare of a boss but, growing up in a conservative household, you didn’t often use expletives — even now as an adult.

Beside you, Christian does a terrible job of holding in his chuckle. You brush him off.

“What happened this time?” Mason prods, sinking his teeth into his main course of spaghetti and meatballs.

“She doesn't give me any room to breathe! She’s always hovering over me, giving me zero autonomy in my own job. When I put together a new social media plan for a client, she hates everything about it. If I propose reusing an old plan, she says it lacks intentionality. It’s like, I'm danged if I do and danged if I don't!” you huff.

Christian snickers again, and this time you're unable to ignore your boyfriend’s disrespect. You shoot him a brief warning glare.

“Will you excuse me, boys?” you say to Mason and Ben. The latter had recently joined the table settled next to Mason. Ben's blue-green eyes offer you a sympathetic look. “I need to go to the ladies’ room. Christian, can you help me find it?” You look pointedly at your rather impish boyfriend.

“Of course, baby.” Rising to his feet, Christian snakes his tattooed arm around your waist. Dressed in a form-fitting scarlet dress, you can feel Christian’s fingertips drumming against you as he steers you toward the restrooms. He releases you when you push open the restroom door with your heeled foot.

“I’ll be out here, waiting for—” he begins.

You don’t allow him to finish that sentence, dragging him inside the restroom with you. The space is open and glamorous, filled with the aroma of something sweet, like warm caramel. The lighting is dim and moody, fitting more for a dance club than a bathroom, you note. It’s so over-the-top fancy there’s even a lounging area with a red-cushioned loveseat behind the sinks.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Christian’s unfairly long eyelashes cast a shadow across his chiseled features. He’s so beautiful, you think to yourself and crack a small smile.

At one point, earlier in the summer, Christian had dyed the tips of his lovely brown curls a horrid corn-yellow color—“It looked dope when Jorgi went blond!” Christian explained when you first saw his at-home dye job. And then, to rub salt on the wound, the very next day, he declared he was going to spend the rest of the summer growing a mullet. (“Is this you trying to live out your unfulfilled country singer dreams?” you had groaned.)

It was like he purposely tried to put your unconditional love for him to the test. Of course, you loved him no matter what, regardless of his hairstyle. Some hairstyles just took longer to get used to than others… But now, he’s back to his classic look. The all-American boy you met and fell madly in love with. With his untamed curls and milk chocolate eyes and millions of freckles, you could never get enough of him.

“I don’t appreciate you laughing at my work problems,” you say with a pout.

“Aw, baby, I’m not laughing at your situation,” Christian says, approaching you at a tantalizing slow rate. “I’m laughing because of how sweet and innocent you act in front of our friends. Little Miss Never Swears.” He brushes your hair so that it falls to one side of your shoulder. “Only, I know the truth—how dirty Little Miss’ mouth really is.” As his eyes linger on your mouth, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. And then he breaks into a smirk.

“It’s not an act. I don’t swear.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh, really?” Christian quirks a thick eyebrow.

“Really.”

“Liar,” he whispers the word into your bare neck, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, he begins sucking on your supple skin and softly sinks his teeth into your flesh.

“Ch–Christian, wh–what are you doing?” you breathe. It’s reflexive the way your eyes flutter shut as he continues his amorous assault.

In an instant, Christian pulls you along as he walks over to the loveseat. He sits with his back against the arm rest, one leg sprawled across the cushions, the other hanging over the seat. He draws you in so that you’re sitting between his legs with your back flush against his chest.

“I’m proving you wrong,” he mutters darkly. His fingers inch their way down to the hem of your dress, shimmying it up to reveal your stomach and thighs. “We don’t have much time. Mase and Chilly will be wondering where we are if we’re gone too long. You’ll be a good girl and play nice, won’t you?”

You gulp and nod, the tingling in the pit of your stomach intensifying at his mere words. The hold this boy has on you is pitiful. The worst part? He knows it. He relishes it.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” Christian purrs in your ear.

“I’ll be good,” you hiss between your teeth. You reach behind to weave your fingers through his hair when his own fingers brush over that spot.

Chuckling with satisfaction, Christian peels off your lacy white panties and discards the material in the pocket of his jean jacket. He rests his hand on your inner thigh and you’re already writhing with anticipation. Of course, your squirminess doesn’t go unnoticed by the man of the hour.

“Look at you.” Christian clicks his tongue. “You’re a mess and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Christian,” you whine, kicking your outstretched legs. “Less talking, more doing.”

“Now, now. Is this how you talk back to authority? No wonder you’re always in trouble at work,” Christian chastises disapprovingly. “That sort of behavior will get you nowhere.”

You roll your eyes. You could give him an earful for bringing up your work, especially at a time like this, but you’re in too vulnerable of a position to risk not getting what you're desperate for. “I need you. Please,” you whimper instead. You lift your hips to meet his cupped hand, the tiny taste of friction not nearly enough relief for you.

“That’s more like it.” As a reward, his fingers work their magic on you, going round and round in a slow circular motion. “Watch yourself in the mirror," he instructs. "Look how beautiful you are when I make you feel like this.”

Obeying, you turn your head to see both of your reflections in the large mirror above the row of sinks. For a moment, your mind flashes with worry of someone walking in on the two of you like this. But then you watch as Christian slips a finger inside of you and all concern dissipates. You moan, needing more contact, needing his sweet lips on yours.

You tip your head back and, as if reading your mind, Christian lowers his, attacking your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp as he slides in a second finger, never once neglecting your most sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs.

“Fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your legs together only for him to gently pry them apart.

“What was that?” he hums. You can see amusement all over his face through the mirror. “Did you just… swear?”

“No,” you lie. You don’t know why, you’re just too caught up in the mind-boggling pleasure.

Christian abruptly ceases all activity. “There you go, lying to me again," he admonishes. What happened to your promise to be a good girl?”

“Another lie?” you offer. As soon as you say it, you know you shouldn’t have.

“As defiant as ever,” Christian growls. He slides out from underneath you, shrugging out of his jean jacket and setting it under your bum. Roughly grabbing your thighs, he digs his fingers into your soft skin. He dives between your legs, his tongue swirling inside of you.

“Fuck!” you cry, your hand fisting through Christian's locks, grasping onto anything to prevent yourself from shattering entirely.

“Shhh.” The sound vibrates against you, heightening all the delicious sensation of his tongue and touch.

“That feels so fucking—” You’re unable to finish that sentence because while Christian’s tongue is lapping inside you, his nose teasingly grazes that sensitive spot.

“Christian. Christian. Christian.” His name falls from your lips like a heavenly mantra as you ride out your high. When your body convulses for a final time, Christian comes up from between your legs to kiss you lovingly, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Tell me now, who doesn’t swear?” Christian asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He straightens out your tight dress before helping you stand you upright.

“Not me,” you reply innocently. Inspecting yourself in the mirror, you smooth out your dress before swirling around and holding out your hand for Christian to return your panties.

“You are so in for it when we get home,” he mutters as he shakes his head. He walks straight out the ladies’ room, denying you your lacy undergarment for the rest of the evening.

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bluegalaxych3ls · 1 year

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pulisic d!ck just came to me on twitter and i'm dead ☠️

(Btw I haven't seen anyone outside Brazil talking about it)

#Christian pulisic #christian pulisic #mason mount #football #soccer #football imagine #christian pulisic imagine #mason mount imagine #neymar #mason mount x reader #chelseafans #chelsea fc #chelsea football club #kai havertz #usmnt #chelsea imagine #chelsea icons

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pierrespuli · 7 months

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The reactions to the added time im screaming

#usmnt #gio #ggg #i want that in wvery concacaf game now #imagine when it was 12 in nations league lol

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magbeth · 2 years

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genuinely how the fuck did they not lose. actually baffling

#world cup #the usmnt will go out there and do literally whatever for 90 minutes and somehow not lose #moore specifically what the fuck is he doing at any time. just the worst possible choices imaginable

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fernandezology · 1 year

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fragments of us - part one

pairing : christian pulisic x reader

summary: “you think okay i get it,i’m prepared for the worst, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. that’s what kills you.”

warnings: mentions of infertility

author: i already have ideas on how to continue this series so if you liked this one and want more parts let me know! any feedback is appreciated and thank u for reading, i hope u will like it <3

We had a lot of dreams in place. Reflecting on it now, we took for granted the control we had. Unfortunately,we didn’t even think that some things were out of our control.

Two years ago, when we sat on your porch discussing our future,we thought we had all the time and possibilities in the world. In the beginning,you were hesitant to mention one specific dream of yours.

Then one night,you were stroking my hair and I surrendered to your soft touch,my eyes were getting heavier by your every touch. My eyes were closed,but I was still awake because I wanted to savour every moment.

Your soothing voice made it really hard to not drift off. I immersed myself into every story you told me.Particularly the ones that included me,that included us,even though I already knew where was story going. At least from my perspective.Our perspectives weren’t different. At the time, we rarely fought.

Your stories gave me insight into the world through your eyes.Insight into how you’ve seen me and your actions aligned with your words and, how could I ever ask for anything more?

That night when you thought I was asleep,you confessed something you were afraid of when I was awake.You always wanted to have “Christian Jr”. It took everything in me to not laugh at your confession. I still remember how flastered you were when I told you I wasn’t asleep. At first,you thought I pretended I didn’t hear you because that’s not a dream we shared.

A feeling of relief washed over you when I showed you my list of names I loved because who doesn’t have one?

Today is the day we didn’t see coming. But yet, I think we both have seen it coming. For all the foresight I had and the fears we quietly admitted to,the doctor’s words hit me like a ton of bricks.

They made our worst fear official. Lists of baby names won’t ever be used. There is never going to be mini you or mini me. I hope and I pray that someday, our dreams will be realised. That we will find our promised land and taste the sweetness of milk and honey. Until that day,can we promise to love each other as we have been loved?

#christian pulisic #fragments of us series #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagines #football imagines #chelsea fc #borussia bvb #usmnt world cup #world cup #premier league #imagines #fic update #fic rec #infertility #infertilityquotes

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