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What Nobody Sees
Part 3
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Christian Pulisic x reader
You have unexpectedly found yourself tangled up in a long-term situationship with Christian.
Word count: 7700+
Warnings: Swearing, smut (under 18 DNI)
Song Inspo: Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders
Requested: No
Author's note: The original concept for this is based on a dream I had. Once I heard the song, I knew it was an immediate fit. This will be a multi-part series. Thank you, as always to @neverinadream for helping me to flesh this out. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!
Also, I know it has taken a while for me to update, thank you for your patience and I hope it is worth the wait.
You wake in the early hours of the morning, darkness enveloping you as you remember where you are. Christian's scent surrounds you, his arm is thrown delicately over your waist, your legs are tangled with his, and the sound of his slow and steady breathing fills the space.
You shift slightly and his arm tightens around you pulling you closer to him.
"You ok," he whispers as he nuzzles into you, lightly kissing your shoulder.
"Mmm" you hum, as you twirl your hair into a bun and tuck the loose end under your head so that it won't be in his face.
He takes advantage of your exposed neck, trailing a row of soft kisses along the side before giving in to his stronger desires and licking a stripe back to your earlobe and softly nipping it with his teeth.
A quiet groan escapes his lips when you involuntarily grind your ass against his semi-hardened cock. He slides his hand under your shirt brushing his thumb over your nipple as he cups your breast in his hand, enjoying the soft moan that he pulls from you.
I love the way she reacts so easily, he thinks to himself as he feels the goosebumps erupt on your skin. He raises your shirt over your head tossing it to the floor along with his own as his hands hungrily roam your body.
He continues trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders as he dips his hand between your legs and brushes his fingers over your clit earning another soft moan as you once again grind your hips against him.
"Stay on your side," he whispers. He slides your shorts and underwear down your legs before removing his own and nudging your knee a little higher to give him more access to you.
He presses his tip against your entrance feeling how wet you already are for him. He drops to one elbow, his face and body hovering slightly over yours as he pushes into you fully.
You both sigh as he stretches you out and begins rocking in and out of you slowly. You intertwine your fingers with his hand he's using to prop himself up as he brings his other hand up to roll your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
You've never felt so completely comfortable with someone in bed as you do with him. Even though you both often praise one another or mutter filthy things back and forth, you know it's not necessary right now; you both know what the other needs without saying a word.
The two of you have learned that you can trust each other to be met with no judgement when trying something new is mentioned. Sometimes those experiments have worked out great, sometimes you were both left in a heap of laughter on the bed.
The room is filled with quiet moans and heavy breathing as Christian picks up the pace ever so slightly. His cock dragging perfectly against your walls and brushing over your sweet spot with every thrust.
You press two fingers to his lips, feeling him smirk before drawing them into his mouth to coat them in his saliva.
You slide your hand down your body and when your fingers brush over your clit you clench around him as he whimpers against the side of your face.
He continues rolling one nipple between his fingers before dipping his head to pull the other between his lips feeling you clench even harder around him at the sensation.
He pulls off of you with a pop, "baby, you close? I can't hold it much longer," he groans.
You nod as you grind your hips against him and he thrusts deeper into you.
"So close, Chris," you whisper as you feel his hips start to falter.
"Cum for me, my pretty girl," he whispers against your jaw and that's all it takes to topple you over the edge, Christian following quickly behind you as he stills himself deep inside of you.
Warmth spreads in your chest at him calling you his "pretty girl." It's by far the sweetest thing he's called you. You're used to him calling you his little slut or his dirty girl, but his pretty girl, that's new.
He leans down and presses a barely there kiss to your lips, silently celebrating that you didn't turn away from him before pulling out of you and laying back down beside you.
He pulls you flush against him, your back pressed against his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. He places a few delicate kisses along your shoulder as you trail your fingertips along his arm.
You lay in silence for a few minutes, cloaked in the darkness of the room, while your mind races. This feels like more than just sex now, you think to yourself as Christian's thumb traces circles over your ribs.
"I love," he breaks the silence and pauses when your breath hitches in your throat. He takes a breath in before starting again, "I love that I know what it's like to make you cum in the middle of the night." He smiles against your shoulder as you nod.
"You're a fucking dream," he whispers as he runs his nose along your neck.
"Maybe a wet dream," you giggle as he kisses the sweet spot just below your ear.
"Still a dream," he laughs lowly.
He whines as you shuffle away from him slightly.
"I'll be right back," you giggle and kiss him on the underside of his jaw and slide out of the bed. You grab a shirt from the floor and make your way to the bathroom to clean up a bit. When you pull the shirt you grabbed over your head, you realize it's his. You shrug and admire yourself for a moment in the mirror, your eyes floating along where his shirt hits you mid-thigh.
What am I doing? You think to yourself as you realize the already blurred lines surrounding you and Christian becoming more and more blurred every day.
It's just a fling. You tell yourself even though you know it doesn't feel that way anymore, maybe if you keep reminding yourself it will help to soften the blow to your heart when this inevitably ends.
He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror at the end of the bed before you turn off the bathroom light as you rejoin him. Butterflies swarm in his belly when he notices you're in his shirt. You've stayed with him a few of times before, twice during the World Cup, and once after winning the Concacaf back in June; but you've never worn his clothes before on those occasions, and he can't deny that it short circuits his brain a little.
He scoots towards the center of the bed, holding his arm out to invite you to snuggle into his side. You join him and lay your head on his chest, softly dragging your fingers over the smattering of chest hair he hasn't shaved.
"Everything ok?" he asks quietly, kissing the top of your head.
"Yeah," you sigh, "funny how I thought this was going to be a one time thing," a quiet laugh escapes your lips.
"That was never going to happen," he chuckles, "I was addicted from that first time."
"We should go back to sleep," you whisper hearing him yawn in agreement, "we have a long day tomorrow, and you don't need to be tired."
"You're worth being tired for," he whispers as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you gently.
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Flashback to May/June 2022
"Hey you," you chuckle as Christian pulls you into a side hug, "long time no see," you grin at him as you sit down at the table across that's serving as your makeshift desk while he sits across from you.
"It's good to be back," he gives you a slight smile as he leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out under the table.
"How was Florida?" you make small talk while you shuffle though a few papers.
"It's always nice to be home," he shrugs, "glad I get to go back for a couple of weeks after camp before preseason starts back up."
"Yeah, I know you're ready for some downtime," you say absentmindedly as you finally find what you're looking for.
"How are things in London?" you glance up to him, catching his eyes before he looks down at his hands that are resting on the table.
"Fine, good" he huffs before looking back up at you forcing a smile.
You reach across the table and place your hand over his, giving him a reassuring squeeze which causes him to sigh.
"How long have we known each other, Christian?" you ask him quietly.
"Three or four years?" he looks at you puzzled.
"Have you forgotten that we've been friends long enough that I can tell when you're just giving a diplomatic answer," you narrow your eyes at him.
"You don't have to tell me, and I won't push you to talk about it, but know that if you want to talk, I'll listen, ok?" you offer him a slight smile, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.
"Thank you," he sighs before offering you a sincere smile.
"I've looked back through all the data I've been collecting since I started working with the team in January, including what's been sent to me from Chelsea, and everything looks good fitness wise," you say as you glance back through your notes.
"So, let's get you some minutes in, get these matches out of the way, and get you to your downtime with your family, ok?" you nod at him.
"Yeah sounds good," he says as he looks at you but seems a bit distracted.
"Alright, go get me that trouble maker friend of yours," you chuckle letting him know you're done with your brief but required meeting.
He chuckles as he stands, "I'll let him know."
He starts to leave but turns back to you, "hey, y/n?"
"Yeah?" you look up at him.
"It's good to see you," he smiles at you, a genuine smile that reaches his eyes.
"Good to see you too, Chris." you grin back at him.
The training sessions leading up to the four scheduled June fixtures go relatively smoothly, everyone falling into the normal camp routines. You chuckle to yourself when several of the guys decide to go for mullets asking them if they'd lost some kind of bet.
When you first started working with the team, you steered pretty clear of hanging out with them outside of training and film sessions, but during the March camp, you started hanging out with them a little more and more. You'd begun joining in on their gaming nights, quickly usurping Princess Peach in MarioKart and shocking all of them with your competitive side. You had even started playing "drinking games" with them, encouraging them to bring their favorite hydration drinks to your room or wherever you were meeting up in order to make sure they were staying on top of their health.
When Christian showed up for training one morning with blonde highlights you couldn't deny that it surprised you and made you painfully aware of how good it looked on him.
"Y/n," Weston grins as he pushes through the door to your room with Christian following behind him, "what do you think of CP's new hair?"
"It's not bad," you grin back at him, "very Florida fuckboy," you chuckle as you ruffle your fingers through Christian's hair.
Christian locks eyes with you, arching an eyebrow at you, but you don't miss the sharp intake of breath he takes when you scratch your fingers against his scalp.
He can't deny that hearing you call him a fuckboy sent a flicker of heat down his spine, your words in combination with your fingers in his hair causing his dick to twitch.
"Had a lot of experience with fuckboys, y/n?" Wes chuckles.
"More than I'd like to admit," you roll your eyes before throwing Christian a wink.
"Do we need to stage an intervention for you?" you grin at Christian as you prop your door open waiting for the others to join you. "Deleting social media posts, new hair, it's like your going through a bad breakup" you giggle.
"Nah, I think I'm alright," he grins back, "just getting some hate on those posts so got rid of them, and just trying something new for the summer," he winks at you.
Once everyone has joined you, you are all sitting around in your room, playing never have I ever. The guys sipping on waters and electrolyte replacement drinks while you do the same.
Things stay fairly innocent at first, but naturally take a turn as they usually do.
"Never have I ever given a lap dance," Tyler chuckles when several of the guys and you drink.
You notice Christian keeps glancing towards you with each confession, and you can't help but glance back at him to gauge his reaction each time.
"Never have I ever been skinny dipping," Christian shrugs before taking a sip of his drink.
"Never have I ever gotten myself off in front of someone else," Wes notices that you take a sip of your drink and widens his eyes at you.
But you've noticed that Christian has also been sneaking in drinks as well to nearly everything mentioned.
"Alright," Jedi wiggles his eyebrows, "never have I ever tied someone up or been tied up."
You take a bite your lip to keep from smiling before taking a long drink of your drink.
"Y/N" Wes acts shocked, "here I thought you were all innocent, but I don't think we've found anything you haven't done yet," he eyes you up. "It's always the quiet ones that surprise you," he chuckles.
You watch as Christian makes eye contact with you before taking a drink of his drink without anyone else noticing.
"It is always the quiet ones" you grin, never taking your eyes off of Christian.
As everyone finishes up the game and starts to head back to their own rooms Christian lingers for a few minutes, "thank you," he smiles at you and you look at him puzzled. "For making things more fun, I'm glad you're here."
"Oh, well it's nothing really, but I like hanging out with you guys so I'm glad you're enjoying it," you smile back at him.
"We still on for tomorrow night?" he tilts his head to the side just slightly.
"Yep, you, me, and Wes have a date with some film," you nod at him.
"Good" he whispers as he leans down and barely grazes a kiss to your cheek, his hand giving your hip the slightest squeeze. His actions causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.
The next evening you show up at Christian's room, a few minutes late having gotten caught up in a conversation with some of the other staff members during dinner.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," you shake your head as Christian lets you in his room. "Where's Wes?" you ask as you drop your laptop on his bed and kick your shoes off.
"He got pulled into a press conference and then he said he has some other things he's got to handle tonight," he shrugs at you, "so afraid you're stuck with just me."
"Whatever will I do?" you chuckle at him, but the thought of being alone with him makes you dizzy.
"We'll probably get more done without him," he grins at you as you nod in agreement.
"Damn it, I forgot the connector for the TV, I can run up to my room and get it," you trail off.
"Nah, we can just watch on your laptop," he settles onto the bed as you do the same.
You're both sitting with your backs against the headboard, your laptop sitting in the open space between you. You point out a few things about the team they will be playing against in a couple of days from some highlights you'd spliced together, showing him some vulnerabilities you noticed from both their offensive set pieces and the way they defend set pieces.
When you pick your laptop up to switch to a different video, he shuffles closer to you and takes the computer and balances it on one of each of your legs. His proximity and feeling him so close to you sending a jolt of electricity through your skin.
You continue pointing out a few things you've noticed, especially some defensive weaknesses you think he could exploit, but every nerve in your body is on high alert with each and every glancing touch from him.
"It's sexy the way you can break things down," he mumbles out loud, but he meant to only think it to himself.
You pause the video, and look at him, "I'm sorry, what?" You notice the tips of his ears are pink.
"I like the way you break down film," he breathes out.
"That's definitely not what you said," you chuckle.
You move to restart the video, deciding not to press him on his choice of words. But he grabs your wrist to stop you.
"You're right, I said it's sexy," the low tone of his voice making you shudder.
"Is that so?" You arch an eyebrow as you turn to face him a bit more.
"And? Is that hard to believe or something?" his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip.
"Come on, you know you're hot," he knits his eyebrows together.
"I mean, maybe to some people," you shake your head as quiet laughter escapes your lips.
"The way you think is sexy, you are sexy, to me," he emphasizes the last two words of his statement.
"You can't mean that," you smile nervously. "You're um, you're you," you motion up and down him with your hand, "and I'm, well I'm not exactly the type of girl that you're probably used to."
"No, you're not, but that doesn't make you any less hot," he brushes his lips against yours, testing the waters.
The kiss stuns you, but your body immediately reacts to his as you both share a brief smile before he kisses you again, a bit more fervently this time.
A soft groan escapes from deep within his chest when you thread your fingers into the short hairs at the nape of his neck and allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He pulls away from you just long enough to close your laptop and sit it on the bedside table. He turns back to you and tucks a lose strand of hair behind your ear before skimming his fingers along your jaw and tilting your face upward to kiss you again.
As your breathing becomes ragged, his kisses lower to your jaw and along the column of your neck as he slides on hand under the hem of your shirt. His position changes as settles himself between your legs, his hardened bulge pressing into your thigh.
"Christian," you breathe out.
"Hmm," he mumbles against your collarbone.
"Should we be doing this?"
He brings his face up to hover over yours, his eyes dark with lust.
"Maybe not, but I don't really want to stop," he admits quietly, "do you?"
You blink a couple of times as you contemplate his words, "not really," you sigh as he softly places his lips on yours.
He leans back again, judging your expression, "we can stop if you want to, at any time y/n. I don't want to, but I will."
"No," you shake your head slightly, "no, I don't want to stop." You lean up and kiss him again, nipping softly at his lower lip as he lets out a quiet moan and grinds against you.
"You have no idea how bad I want you," he whispers against the shell of your ear, one of his hands skimming against your waist again.
"I want you, too," you whisper back, tugging at his shirt.
He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head while you do the same. A shy smile spreads over his lips while you both take each other in.
He cups his hands over your bra, the thin lace separating his thumbs from your nipples when he brushes over them before sliding his hands around to the clasp. He pauses for a moment, waiting for your approval before he moves any further. You give him a quick nod and he undoes the clasp, removing the straps from your arms as he kisses over your collar bones and tosses it to the side.
You settle back onto the pillows as he holds eye contact with you. "You still ok?" asks quietly as you give him a reassuring smile and nod. Only then do his eyes drop to your now exposed breasts.
He grazes his thumbs over your already hardened nipples, pulling a quiet gasp from you before dipping his head to pull one of them into his mouth.
He switches between one breast and the other, flicking his tongue over your nipples, sucking at them and rolling them between his fingers until your breathing is heavy, quiet moans are falling from your lips, and you are grinding your core against him seeking out any friction you can get.
He kisses his way down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He glances back up to you, once again silently asking for permission as you lift your hips and give him the slightest nod.
He slides your shorts and underwear off, biting his lower lip as he sees you laid bare for him. You move to cover yourself under his intense stare but he grabs your hand and stops you, faintly shaking his head as his eyes burn into yours.
"You don't need to hide from me," he smirks as he settles between your legs and kisses over the tops of your thighs, "you look incredible like this, you always look amazing, but like this..." he trails off as a groan escapes his lips.
He traces his fingers around your entrance, brushing his thumb over your clit and watching your reaction, desperate to learn what makes you feel good.
"We should probably try to be quiet," he whispers against your stomach as he continues teasing you, "even though I'd love to make you scream," he winks at you causing you to giggle quietly, somehow breaking the tension in the room.
He hovers his face of yours as he slides one finger into you feeling you instantly clench around him.
"Use two," you whisper against his lips.
He nods and slides a second finger into you while massaging your clit with his thumb. You arch your back to meet his movements and he presses his lips to yours to swallow your quiet moans.
"Can I taste you?" he asks quietly as he kisses along your jaw feeling you nod as you sigh "yes."
He slides his fingers out of you and pulls them into his mouth, humming at the taste, before settling between your legs with his face hovering just above your core.
You whine at the loss of contact and buck your hips towards his face as his warm breath fans across you.
He chuckles before he dips his tongue into your entrance, a faint moan escaping his lips as he licks his way to your clit. He sucks lightly before, tracing his tongue along your folds again and pushing it deeper into your entrance again.
He licks back to your clit, flattening his tongue against it before sucking and flicking at it, slipping two fingers back into you and feeling you clench around them.
He moans against you when you thread your fingers into his hair and tug slightly. He curls his fingers against your sweet spot and the moan of his name that falls from your lips makes him dizzy.
"Yes, Christian, just like that," you breathe out as involuntarily grind against him, "you're gonna make me cum," you moan.
He keeps doing exactly what he's doing, knowing that you are enjoying it. He sucks and flicks at your clit and continues working his fingers into you perfectly until he feels you clenching and shuddering around him.
He reaches one hand up to roll your nipple between his fingers and that's all it takes for you to come undone. Your orgasm washing over you with a moan of his name. He slows his movements and kisses over your clit softly as you come down from your high, grinding his painfully hard cock against the mattress desperately.
He kisses his way back up your body as you work to steady your breathing. He moves your hair away from your face and rubs his thumb soothingly over your cheekbone before leaning down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself.
You hum against his lips, "that was, um, you were, holy shit, I can't think right now..." you trail off as he chuckles against your neck.
"We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to," he smiles softly down at you, "but it's so hot when you cum."
"I want more," you whisper against his neck as you trail a few kisses there, enjoying the whimper that escapes his lips when you find his sweet spot.
You trail your hands down his back, having come down from one high but craving another. When you reach the waistband of his shorts and push on it slightly, he sits up between your knees and pushes his shorts and boxers down, freeing himself as he kicks them off the end of the bed.
He grips his cock firmly, smirking when you bite your lip at the sight of him. He smears the leaking pre-cum over his tip with his thumb before bringing his thumb to your mouth to tug your lip free. He grins as you pull his thumb into your mouth, getting a slight taste of him, while never taking your eyes off of his cock.
"My eyes are up here, y/n" he chuckles as you look up to him blushing slightly.
"Yeah, I know where your eyes are, but I'm not worried about them right now," you grin.
A groan rips from his chest as you sit up just enough to wrap your fingers around him.
"I wanna feel you," you tug at him, "I want you," you nip at his earlobe as you pull him back down on the bed with you.
He pins one of your arms above your head while both of you line him up with your entrance. You grip your fingers into his hip as he barely pushes into you before pulling out and running his tip up to your clit. He teases you a couple more times before you hook your leg over his hip to hold him in place.
"Please quit teasing," you groan as you thrust your hips upward desperate to draw him into you further.
"Hmmm, I think you like it though," he chuckles as he inches into you a little more.
"Fuck, Christian, please." you breathe out, "don't make me beg."
"Oh, but you already are," he smirks at you, "and it's so hot, I'm tempted to make you do it a little more. But, fuck, I need to feel you."
"Fuck" you both moan as he pushes into you fully. His hand grips the one hand of yours he has pinned above you tightly while you dig your fingertips into his hips and arch your back pressing your body against him.
You gasp when he pulls out and slowly pushes into you again allowing you to feel every inch of him.
"Shit you feel good," he breathes out as he rocks into you slowly at first, your walls fluttering and clenching around him, "so fucking good."
He sets a steady pace, both of you panting and moaning quietly as you get lost in one another, but you can tell he's holding back a little.
"You can go harder," you grip his fingers tighter as he hits your g-spot.
"Hey" you whine when he pulls out of you completely and sits back on his knees.
He grabs a pillow from beside you, and jerks his chin up "lift your hips for me," he smirks when you comply.
Once he has the pillow positioned under your hips how he wants it, he pulls one of your legs over his forearm before pinning both of your arms above your head and pushing back into you.
You gasp at the new angle, feeling him deeper and even better than before.
"You like it a little rough, hmm," he groans into your ear but all you can do is moan in response.
"You're being so good for me, taking me so damn well, y/n" he moans against your neck when you clench around him at his words, "mmm you like that too, I think, you like it when I tell you you're good."
"Yes," you breathe out, "you feel so fucking good." You feel him twitch as he whimpers against your shoulder. You want to cringe at yourself for the praises that fall from your lips, but you can't because all you can think about at the moment is how good he feels and how well he is fucking you.
"Please, just like that, Christian" you moan, as his cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly.
"You gonna cum again, am I gonna make you cum again?" he stammers out as he feels his own high building.
"Yes, fuck," is all you can manage before you clench harshly around him and you break one of your hands free to grip into his bicep.
"That's it, let me have it, y/n" he groans as he feels you come undone, halting his movements for a few moments.
Once he knows you are through your own high, he thrusts lazily into you a few times, letting you catch your breath before picking up the pace again.
"I'm close," he whispers, "where can I..." he trails off.
"My mouth" you interrupt him, "I want to know what you taste like."
"Fuck," he groans, your words catching him off guard.
He pulls out of you quickly and stands on his knees while you sit up and position yourself on all fours in front of him, bringing one hand up to guide him into your mouth as he pulls your hair out of your face into a makeshift ponytail.
"Shit" he whimpers as you swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him fully into your mouth.
"Yes, just like that," he moans quietly when his tip hits the back of your throat causing you to gag.
"I'm gonna cum," he holds your head steady as he thrusts into your mouth, his hips beginning to falter as you grip your fingertips into his thigh.
A moan of your name falls from his lips as he releases into your mouth, the salty but sweet taste of him making your head spin. The image of him with his head thrown back in pure pleasure is one that will be burned into your memory. When you pull off of him and his head rolls forward to look at you, you open your mouth showing him his cum and he groans again. You throw him a wink before swallowing and licking your lips clean.
He collapses on the bed next to you and pulls you down beside him while he catches his breath.
"You're naughtier than I thought you would be," he chuckles as he nuzzles into your neck. Both of you covered in a light sheen of sweat as your breathing steadies.
"You've been thinking about me? Like this?" you question him, a bit surprised.
"Mmmhmm," he kisses your shoulder, "especially since last night with that drinking game," he confesses.
"Well, it is always the quiet ones, Christian," you giggle as he nods in agreement.
You lay there for a few more minutes as he trails his fingertips over you before you get up and grab your clothes.
You head into his bathroom to get dressed, the sudden realization of what just happened hitting you like a ton of bricks. You just had sex with Christian, really good sex, but still, that had to have broken some kind of rule. Fuck, this was stupid, you think to yourself as you drag your fingers through your hair trying to make yourself look more presentable.
You emerge from the bathroom to find Christian sitting on the bed with his shorts back on.
"I should um," you look down at your hands nervously, "I should go." You quickly grab your shoes and leave before giving him a chance to speak.
Once you're back in your room, you collapse on your bed, tears falling from your eyes as you think about the implications all of this could have on your job, your future, especially if anyone else found out. You're also worried about what he might think of you now, you were friends with him, now you've just slept with him, and you assume he thinks the worst of you at this point.
A quiet knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts as you get up and wipe the tears from your face, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
"Hey, you left your laptop," Christian stands in your doorway holding the computer out for you.
"Wait, are you crying," he asks, his voice full of concern as he edges his way into your room closing the door behind him.
"I'm fine," you offer him an unconvincing smile.
"No you're not," he says as he leads you towards your bed, putting your laptop down before sitting on the end and patting the open spot next to him.
"I am, really," you sigh as you sit down beside him.
"Come on, I know you're lying," he rolls his eyes before reaching up to gently turn your face towards him.
"Is it me?" he asks quietly, sighing when you nod.
"Do you regret it?" he looks at you sadly, like it will kill him if you say yes.
"No, it's not that," you answer him honestly, because you don't regret it, not in the least.
"Then what is it?" he gently pushes you for an answer.
His hand slides around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you rest your head on his shoulder and he rests his head on top of yours.
"I don't regret it, and I don't want you to think that, but it's all just kind of hit me and I don't know," you sigh, "I mean we work together, and there's probably rules against it, and you probably think I'm a slut who just sleeps with everyone..." your words trail off as he gets up and moves to kneel in front of you.
"Look at me, please," he asks quietly.
You open your eyes to stare down into his as they silently plead with you.
"First of all, I'm not going to let you say that about yourself, because I don't think that at all, I could never think that about you. We are two consenting adults who just had amazing, mind blowing sex in my opinion. Secondly, I don't know if there are rules or not, but no one else has to know, it can stay between us. Last, I'm begging you, please don't say this was a one time thing," he slides his hands over yours, kissing your fingertips.
"Christian, I don't know if we should," you shake your head at him, "but thank you for keeping it between us."
You feel slightly better when he stands up and pulls you into a hug.
"Guess I'm the first victim of your blonde fuckboy summer," you giggle against him as you feel him shake with laughter.
"I'm not a fuckboy," he chuckles.
"Yeah, you'd have to actually talk to people for that," you grin at him when he nods and brushes his fingers through his hair before settling them back on your jaw.
"Are we good?" he asks quietly.
You nod, "yeah we're good."
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then," he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving.
You try to act as normal as possible over the next few days, but Wes notices that there seems to be some tension between you and Christian. When he asks you about it you try to play it off, but you're not sure how convincing you were.
"We have to do better at acting normal," Christian says to you one evening when the two of you are alone in the elevator.
"I know, I'm trying," you smile at him.
"I can't stop thinking about it," he says quietly.
"Me either," you agree with him as he loops his pinky with yours.
"But I'm not sure we should again," you say lowly.
"I know," he sighs.
"See you tomorrow," he leans down and kisses your cheek before you get off of the elevator at your floor.
You and Christian have gone somewhat back to normal after Wes questioning both of you and you are thankful that he no longer seems suspicious that something happened.
The last match of the camp is a muddy one in El Salvador. As much as you're trying to pay attention to your work, seeing Christian soaked to the bone and covered in mud has you aching for him in a way you know you shouldn't be.
"You played well," you smile at him as you hand him a towel and he uses it to wipe his face before handing it back to you and pulling his shirt over his head to give you his monitor. You take the monitor from him and hand the towel back to him but he doesn't miss the way your eyes drag over his naked upper body and bite your lip subconsciously.
The #10: you wanna hang out tonight when we get back to the hotel?
Y/N: I need a long shower, but maybe after that?
The #10: I could use another shower, still finding mud 😉
Y/N: I suppose that could've been taken as an invitation
The #10: only if you meant for it to be 🙃
Y/N: meet me at my room. Do not get caught.
The #10: 🥷
When you got to your room you turned on the shower and peeled your soaked jacket off, leaving you in an equally soaked USA shirt that left very little to the imagination.
Your stomach somersaulted when you heard a knock at the door. You open it and Christian's breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you. You pull him into your room and shut the door behind him as his hands immediately start roaming your body while he attacks your neck with kisses.
"You're wet," he chuckles against you.
"Soaked," you mumble back as he pulls your shirt over your head while you work to undress him as well.
You're both a tangled mess by the time you get into the shower together.
You trail kisses down his neck and chest until you've settled on your knees in front of him, his thumb caresses your jaw as you look up at him, watching as the droplets of water fall from his hair and roll down his body.
You stroke your hand along his hardened length a few times before licking a stripe from his base to his tip.
"Fuck," he groans.
"Is anyone in these rooms around you," his eyes burn into yours while you swirl your tongue around his tip.
"Nope, we're scattered all over the place," you grin up at him.
"Good," he winks at you.
You take him into your mouth, sucking lightly as you run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft and work his base with your hand.
"You're fucking good at that," he moans as his head tips back and he grips his fingers into your hair. He steadies your pace just slightly, and the whimpers and moans escaping from him send a wave of pleasure to your core.
You trail your free hand down your body, moaning against him when your fingers meet your clit before sliding two of them into you. You moan again when you pulse them against your sweet spot, sending a vibration through his cock causing him to look down at you.
"Holy shit," he takes in the scene in front of him, water glistening all over your body, your lips wrapped tightly around him as you fuck your fingers into yourself.
He pulls you off of him, quickly pulling you back to your feet and reaching his hand up to brush his thumbs over your nipples causing you to shudder.
"If you need to fuck something, y/n" he grins as he wraps his fist around his cock, "it should be me."
You turn around in front of him and bend over just slightly, pressing your hands against the tile, "fuck me, Christian," you breathe out.
You look over your shoulder to see him staring at you, blinking.
"I want you to fuck me," you say again, a little more desperation in your voice than you'd like.
He reaches behind him and takes removes the detachable shower head from its holder and guides it down your body, streaming the water directly over your clit.
A loud moan escapes you as you reach for the wrist that's holding the shower head making sure he keeps it in just the right spot. He's smooths his hand over the curve of your ass before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.
You push back against him causing him to chuckle, "so needy, baby." You clench around nothing at him calling you baby before he pushes into you in one long stroke causing both of you to moan.
His hips snap into yours quickly as you fuck yourself back onto him, knowing your high is rapidly approaching.
"That's it, y/n," he groans, "take what you need."
"You can be a slut for me, baby, it can be our secret," he moans as you clench around him.
"Ohh, fuck, I'm not sure if you like being called my slut, or a good girl more," he chuckles when you clench again.
"Maybe my good little slut," your legs shake nearly causing you to collapse, "hmm, yes, that one I think," he leans down to speak directly into your ear burying himself fully into you.
"Come on, y/n, cum for me," he says lowly before driving into you again harshly until you come undone and push the shower head away from you, your orgasm violently ripping through you as he slides his arm around you to keep you upright.
He fucks you through it chasing his own high, you watch him through your blurred vision in the mirror. When he pulls out of you and wraps his fist around his dick you turn slightly to watch over your shoulder as he releases onto your back.
He notices you watching as he finishes, smirking and throwing you a wink as you watch him in a completely fucked out haze.
He takes the shower head and washes his cum from your back before standing you upright, his arms continuing to keep you steady.
You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest after he's put the shower head back in the holder letting the warm water fall over the two of you.
"You ok?" he says waiting for you to nod before he removes his arms from around you and grabs your body wash.
You both shower off and wash your hair before stepping out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his waist as you dry off and wrap yours around you as well moving on to towel drying your hair. He watches as you brush your hair and get dressed, taking a few minutes to dress himself as well.
"Hard to believe it's gonna be a few months before I see you again," he says as he sits on the end of your bed and pulls you to stand between his legs.
"Yeah, I guess September," you shrug at him.
"Well you have an open invitation to visit me in Florida, or we're doing preseason in the States..." he trails off looking up at you.
"Christian, that's probably not a good idea," you frown at him, "I mean, I think it would raise a lot of suspicions if I was visiting you outside of camp."
He nods, "yeah, you're probably right."
"So next camp?" he smirks at you.
"Next camp," you shake your head at him.
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You wake before your alarm, staring at Christian as he sleeps quietly, still wondering to yourself how you got to this point. You reach over to trace your fingers against the slight stubble on his jaw.
"You keep doing that and I'm going to fall in love with you," he mumbles sleepily, the huskiness in his voice evident.
You pull your hand away and he chuckles and pulls it back, kissing the inside of your palm without ever opening his eyes.
"You can't fall in love with me," you whisper and he opens his eyes to look at you, taking in the softness of your features bathed in early morning light.
"And why is that," he knits his eyebrows together.
"Because I'm the girl you fuck on international break, Christian, not the girl you fall in love with," you try to smile but he knows it's forced.
His alarm interrupts your conversation.
"We should get up," you say quietly, "we need to run."
He shakes his head, "I did my cardio for the day around 2 am I think."
"Nope, doesn't count," you grin as he tries to pull you back into the bed when you move to get up.
You finally pull him out of bed, "I will not be a distraction," you look at him sternly, before turning away to go get dressed.
"Hey," he grabs your wrist and turns you back to him, "you are not a distraction." He emphasizes his words slipping his fingers through yours and squeezing slightly.
You are everything, you think you're not, he thinks to himself.
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neverinadream · 21 hours
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what’s your favourite smut you’ve ever written?
oh this is a hard one to answer, i have so many favourites! if i had to try and narrow it down, i'd say either you like that, pretty girl? or this ain't over yet but i wouldn't be able to answer this without mentioning:
my name on your skin
you want this back?
painting every inch of you as mine
i'm made for you
i can't say goodbye
let them hear you, princess
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Pulisic x Muscle Milk💪 🥛
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pulisicsgirl · 2 months
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favorite t-shirt - christian pulisic
summary: after an afternoon spent together, the rain forces Christian and Y/N into a startlingly domestic evening, and he’s not quite sure how to handle himself
pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings/tags: established relationship, new relationship, Christian being the nervous little introvert that he is, tooth-rotting fluff
requested: no
song inspo: “Favorite T-Shirt” by Jake Scott
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notes: happy fic-versary!!! Exactly one year ago today, I posted my first fic on this account so I wanted to do just a little something for it. I haven’t written for Christian in a bit but I figure it was only right to go back to my roots with a lilte fluffy piece for him to celebrate the occasion!! ☺️ This is an idea I’ve had for quite some time, so I hope I did it justice! Feedback is always appreciated!! Also, I don’t know what kind of car Christian has, but for the sake of the fic, please pretend it’s some sort of SUV
“You ready?” Christian, looked over at you, eyebrows drawn upward in anticipation of your answer. He leaned slightly into the center console of his car, leaning closer to you as a grin of child-like glee washes over his features. The little crinkles by his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.
You only nodded in return, lips pursed as you tried (in vain) to hold back your smile. You rested your hand on the handle of the car door, watching as Christian did the same, not breaking eye contact with you as he did so.
“Three…” he began counting, and your heart leapt at the silliness of it all.
“Two..” he continued, and you wiggled in your seat as you prepared yourself to jump out of the car.
“One! Make a run for it!” he shouted, flinging the car door open and leaping from his seat. You followed suit, stepping out into the torrential downpour of rain. It was the kind of rain that made it difficult to see anything more than 20 feet in front of you, and you felt the fabric of your shirt become soaked immediately as the raindrops hit it.
You giggled at the fact that, rather than sprinting to the front door to preserve his own clothes, Christian was waiting for you as you rounded the front of the car, his hand outstretched for you to take. You quickly did so, and the two of you ran up the winding sidewalk toward the front door of his home.
However, you hadn’t accounted for the rain-slicked concrete, and as the two of you rounded the sharp corner, your shoe slid, losing traction and sent you flying to the ground. Thankfully, your momentum carried you into the grass, your landing soft as you hit the ground.
A hearty laugh broke from your lips, the kind that shook your whole body. You only found humor in the fall, no longer able to hold in the glee that seemed to be filling up your entire body after the perfect day you’d had.
Though Christian’s mind had filled with worry as soon as he felt your hand slip from his, he was relieved as he saw you laughing from your spot in the grass.
Ever the sensible one, Christian slipped your phone from your pocket (since you had decided to leave everything else in the car to save it from the rain) and tossed it, along with his phone, wallet, and keys under the shelter of the front porch and ran back out to help you to your feet.
When you had calmed your laughter, you opened your eyes, looking above you to see Christian standing over your body. He had a foot on either side of you as he stared down at you incredulously, an amused smile on his face. He held his hand out for you to take, helping you to your feet.
As you stood before him, Christian pulls your hands, that were still in his, up and over his shoulders so that you would wrap them around his neck. He dropped his arms to wrap them around your waist, pulling your body fully into his as the rain continued to pour around you.
The two of you couldn’t stop smiling as you just stood there, soaked, a bit cold, and taking each other in. You admired his features, and he only seemed more beautiful with the raindrops falling down his cheeks. You reached a hand up to the top of his head, running your fingers through his curls that had grown more prominent as the rain wetted them.
You couldn’t help yourself from cradling his jaw in both of your hands, pulling his face toward you as you connected your lips in a gentle kiss, feeling the cold raindrops splashing on your cheeks as you pressed yourself even closer to him.
Kissing him felt like a breath of fresh air.
The kiss was only broken a shiver ran its way up your spine, the cold rain chilling your bones.
Christian grinned down at you. “Come on,” he spoke, kissing both of your cheeks, your nose, and then your forehead before grabbing your hand. “Let’s get inside.”
The two of you ran to his front door, seeking the warmth of the indoors, and you stumbled quickly to his bathroom. You pulled two towels out of a cabinet, handing one to him as you both attempted to soak up some of the water that had seeped into your clothes.
As you were attempting to squeeze the water out of your hair, Christian mumbled something about getting a change of clothes and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
The day had been nothing short of perfect. Christian had let you know the week prior that he had a day off and wanted to take you on a picnic— nothing extravagant, just the two of you, in a scenic area he had discovered not long after moving to Milan, spending time together and getting to catch up. Your relationship with him was fairly new, and Christian jumped at every opportunity he had to just spend some quiet time with you, talking and getting to know you better.
The whole plan had been perfect— that is, until it started sprinkling when you were about 15 minutes from your destination. Christian sighed, swearing up and down that he had double- and triple-checked the forecast for rain. Your reassurance to him that it would probably pass quickly proved to be false when, as Christian parked the car, the rain had only increased in its intensity.
Christian’s sigh of disappointment was unmistakable— his shoulders were slumped as he mumbled an apology for “driving you all the way out here for nothing” and he reached his hand up to the gear shift to drive away.
But you had stopped him with a hand on his bicep, instead crawling over the seats into his trunk. The sound of the rain grew significantly louder when you pulled the handle and opened the door to the trunk, gesturing for Christian to join you as you laid out the blankets that he had packed for the two of you
The next few hours were spent feeding each other bits of the food he had packed, talking about everything from your family, to his transfer over the summer and how he was adjusting, to the ideas you had recently had for new decorations in your apartment. The sound of rain and occasional thunder accompanied your conversation in the background the entire time. It was truly the perfect afternoon with him.
It all left a funny feeling of warmth in your chest, despite the cold, wet clothes you were peeling off of your body now. When you had stripped down to only your underwear, you heard a knock on the door of the bathroom.
You opened it, peeking around the side of the door so that your half-naked body was still shielded from sight, and found Christian standing there in only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He had clearly run the towel through his hair, the ends sticking up on various directions. Your tummy couldn’t help but flutter at the sight of him.
He held his hands up to you, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes and quietly muttered “these are for you.”
You took them from him, noting the plaid fabric resting on top of the stack.
“I didn’t have anything else, so I figured you could wear a pair of my boxers until your clothes are dry.”
You felt the heat rise to your face, knowing your cheeks sported the same pink blush that Christian’s currently did.
“Thank you.”
“Um, you can just.. toss your clothes in the washer with mine if you want. I’ll be down in the kitchen.”
With a nod, you retreated back into the bathroom, heart fluttering at how nervous you clearly made him.
You peeled the rest of your clothes from your body, replacing them with the items Christian had left for you. The fabric smelled faintly of him, and you had lost yourself for a moment, with the t-shirt bunched up in your hands, pressed to your nose, as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. It smelled like home.
Minutes later, after tossing your rain-drenched clothes in the washer and starting the load, you found yourself wandering down the hallways of Christian’s home, admiring the picture of his friends and family that lined the walls as you passed.
When you finally entered the kitchen, you found Christian leaning with his back against the countertop, staring at something on his phone screen. He had put on a t-shirt as well, you noticed, and couldn’t help self-indulgently thinking that you would have liked it much better if he hadn’t.
He perked up, looking at you when he heard your soft footsteps entering the room and you watched as he went slightly slack-jawed at the sight of you.
In his mind, his thoughts were running wild. This was the first time Christian had ever seen you in his clothes, and he already knew he’d jump at the opportunity to have you wear them more often in the future. His tummy did a little flip at the sight of the waistband of his sweatpants that you had rolled up a few times so they wouldn’t cover your feet.
He decided in that moment that the one you were wearing would forever be his favorite t-shirt.
He did his best to pull himself together, but he knew immediately by the slight smirk on your face that you had clocked onto his reaction.
“I-I was, uh… I was thinking we could order food or something while we wait for our clothes to dry, and then I can take you home if you want,” he did his best to speak casually, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes kept scanning your body wearing his clothes.
He wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was some weird possessive side of him that was causing him to react this way, but he knew then and there was the most beautiful you had ever looked.
You just hummed a soft, “okay,” as you walked toward him, taking the phone from his hands and placing it on the counter before you tucked yourself under his chin. As he wrapped his arms around your torso, you titled your chin up, placing the softest of kisses at the base of his neck, and Christian prayed that you couldn’t feel the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
“O-Or if you don’t want me to take you home tonight, you’re welcome to stay here, too,” he added, speaking a bit hurriedly, because he didn’t want you to feel like he was kicking you out, either.
“Okay,” you repeated softly.
Okay you’ll stay, or okay you want me to take you home?
Christian couldn’t get his mind or his heart to settle as he overthought every little thing. Your relationship being fairly new, this was the most intimate and domestic scenario the two of you had found yourselves in so far, and he was terrified of overdoing it. Yet he had asked you to spend the night at his (for the first time ever) before he could even think twice about it.
You could practically feel the way his thoughts were running wild from the stiffness in his arms as he held you. So you did what Christian so often did for you when you were stressed.
You noticed weeks ago that, though Christian wasn’t huge on PDA, in the little private moments, he showed affection through touch a lot. Frequently, when you would express to him that you were nervous or stressed, he would seek out some form of skin-to-skin contact to help settle you—often it took the form of him slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt to trace small shapes and patters on the skin of your back.
So, as you felt his racing heart beneath your cheek, you slipped your fingers under his shirt, flattening your palms over his stomach, feeling the ridges of his muscles beneath your hands. Christian’s breath caught in his throat as you did this, causing his chest and stomach to shiver with the shaky breath.
Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the small giggle that escaped your lips, finding Christian’s nervousness incredibly endearing.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, pressing another short kiss to his jaw to show him you were just playing.
That small gesture (along with your touch under his shirt) did wonders to settle his heart.
He had nothing to worry about, he knew that. It was just you and him, and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.
He was only able to respond with a smile, tightening his arms around you a little more, keeping you pressed as close as possible. He repeated his actions from your embrace in the rain, kissing each cheek, your nose, and then your forehead before he dropped his head down to press his nose into yours.
You let out a soft hum as he gently brushed his lips over yours, leaving you longing for more. Unsatisfied with the barely-there touch, you kissed him firmly, holding his face to yours by the back of his neck, tugging lightly at the short hairs on his nape.
The kiss was broken by both of you grinning wide, unable to contain the joy you felt that seemed to be spilling over.
“I love you,” you whispered. It wasn’t the first time you had said it, but it still made Christian’s tummy flip all the same.
“I love you, too,” he whispered, just as softly.
And despite the rain that had seemingly ruined his plans for your date, Christian felt that the day couldn’t have been more perfect.
It was perfect because he had spent it with you. And that alone was enough.
“So, what was that you were saying about ordering food?” you broke the brief silence, and Christian couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.
That’s my girl.
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Fill It With Something Pretty
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Summary: A pre-wedding dinner just isn't the right place to start jerking your soon to be husband off...or is it?
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: Eat Your Young - Hozier
Warnings: 18+, minors dni <- seriously this is at another level than i normally write for christian, dom!christian, sub!reader, public sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl....), just a little bit of degradation, the reader is called a slut and a brat, ass appreciation, hair pulling, anal play and talks of anal sex, talks of cum, mentions of sex toys, unprotected sex, cum play
Notes: so hi. this has been sitting in my drafts since march and it was originally meant to be something small, like a blurb, and now it's completely something else 🤭 its nice to write again. did we like it? feedback is always appreciated.
"Stop it," Christian whispered over the edge of his glass the second he felt your hand touching his leg. He takes a long sip, licking the wine from his bottom lip, something you watch as you turn to look at him. His dark eyes catch yours and he has to stop the chuckle that bubbles in his throat. "You know what I'm talking about," he reacts to the innocent look in your eyes.
"But I don't know what you're talking about," you reply, your hand still caressing his thigh, "I'm not doing anything." His body tenses, his grip growing rigid around his wine glass, his knuckles white and piercing his skin, as you slip your hand onto the inside of his thigh, pricking him with your nails as you squeeze your hand around him. "I'm doing nothing at all," you add, the corner of your mouth twitching, curling into a half-smile, "I'm just sitting here, with my soon to be husband and the rest of our families, enjoying a pre-wedding dinner." You tilt your head to the side, "now tell me, what could I possibly be doing wrong?"
He sets the glass down, his hand disappearing below the table cloth and underneath the table. "You know exactly what you're doing," he whispers, flicking his eyes down and back up the table.
Your families seemed to be oblivious to his change in demeanour, talking amongst themselves, discussing the plans they had for after the wedding. Some were planning to stay in Monaco for a few more days, others unfortunately had to fly back home and resume their day to day lives. But not you.
You two had ten days planned, splitting your days between various European cities and spending your nights with your bodies entangled together, experiencing multiple moments of euphoria.
"I think you should behave yourself," he suggests, taking your hand away. He interlocks your fingers, caging them together to stop you from taking it any further.
"I am behaving myself," you bite back, brushing your lips lightly against his cheek, the unshaven stubble tickling your chin. You didn't like knowing he would be tempted to shave for the wedding. He gives your hand a light squeeze and strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. "But, I was born with two hands, baby," you whisper into his ear, slipping your empty hand over his crotch, his cock pulsating under your touch and bulging in his pants, "and I bet my life you'd love for me to do something about this."
His thighs tense and he tries not to be noticeable as he shifts in his seat. Of course, he'd liked to have your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him until the crown was weeping with cum, but there was a time and place for that, and that certainly wasn't with your parents sitting on the opposite end of the table. A kiss to his jaw brings him back from his thoughts.
"Tell me you want this," you purr in his ear, unpopping the button, before finding the zipper and tugging it down. There's just enough room for you to manoeuvre your hand inside, a soft gasp hitting his ear as you grab him through his briefs. He coughs to hide a groan, loving and hating the grin pressed against his skin as you kissed his neck. "Tell me you want me to jerk you off under this table."
His cheeks are dusted a light shade of pink. "Behave yourself."
"Or what?"
He removes your hand and leans in closer, his breath, a mix of fresh mint and sweet wine, warm as it hits your ear. "Or I'm dragging you into the nearest restroom," he warns, his voice low and raspy, "and everyone here will know how much of a needy, little slut you are, because we both know you won't be able to keep quiet as I fuck that dirty cunt."
Pleasure tingles down your spine, leaving a dull ache between your legs. His filthy words had left you with an ache only he had the remedy for. "Then do it," you push back, praying you were pushing all the right buttons to gain the reaction you wanted. Excitement builds as he detaches your caged hand but deflates as he reaches for his glass, lifting it to his mouth, acting like he hadn't just proposed the best deal to you.
Your chair drags loudly against the grey, cobbled slabs, the sound disrupting a few nearby conversations; they resumed once they saw you rising to your feet. Christian catches your wrist before you can step away, bringing your hand to his mouth, landing a soft kiss on your engagement ring. "Where are you going?" He quizzes, tilting his head back up at you.
"To the restroom," you reply, dipping to kiss his cheek. It looked like nothing more than a sweet, tender moment being shared between the happily married couple to be to those sitting around you, but it was the perfect disguise for you to whisper, "so you can pound this dirty cunt and treat me like the needy little slut I am," into his ear.
Ten minutes hadn't even passed before Christian had you bent over the restroom sink, your dress pulled up around your waist. You were trapped, with nowhere to move. If you moved forward, the edge of the sink would dig deeper into your ribs, and you could only feel Christian pressing hard into you if you tried to move back.
His hand runs up the back of your leg and over the globe of your ass, his thumb toying with your panties at the top. "It's a shame I can't enjoy this properly," he grunts, the silence filled with the sound of his pants being unzipped. He pushes your dampened panties to the side and notches his cock in line, pushing inside you with a single stroke. "Do you know how fucking tight you feel? Doesn't even want to let me go," he gasps, withdrawing his cock, feeling you clench around him.
You lift your head to look at yourself in the mirror, sinking your teeth into your lower lip at the sight of him standing firmly behind you. He flashes his eyes upwards to the mirror for just a second, giving you a wink that floods your body with more arousal, before looking back down to watch himself. Your focus shifts to the change in your expression, drinking in your loud, desperate moan as he slams his hips, thrusting from the tip all the way down to the base.
"Just had to start something, didn't you?" He does it again on a grunt. Your head drops and you reach for anything to hold onto, hands landing on the edge of the sink, moaning louder as he does it again. "Couldn't just wait another hour?" He fills the restroom with your moans, possessing no care for the others in the restaurant who might hear them. "Needed me that desperately, huh?"
You whimper, lacking any function of speech.
Sinking your hand between your thighs, you pay your clit the attention it was desperate for. "That's my girl," he groans appreciatively, increasing his pace and biting his bottom lip to catch his own moan as you clench around him. His hand moulds to the globe of your ass, squeezing the cheek. "Fucking perfect," he grins as you gasp, "would've painted it all nice and pretty too, if had just been a good girl for me."
"I am a good girl," you protest, grinding your hips to meet every one of his thrusts, chasing your high.
He stops moving, nestling his cock deep inside, and fists a handful of your hair, pulling you up to look at your joint reflection. "That's not what I see." He gets lower to meet his mouth against your ear. "I see a brat," he bites, breathing in the sweet mixture of honey and vanilla, the scent of your arousal consuming him to a state on insanity, "don't you? Look closer-" He pushes you further against the sink, trying to get you closer to the mirror. "-she's right there, just doing anything to get a reaction out of me."
"And I did, didn't I?" You grin, wide and wickedly. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Just had to follow me in here and teach your naughty girl a lesson."
"The only lesson you need to learn is how to stop my cum from dripping down your thighs after we both walk out of here."
He keeps your head held firmly in place, pulling harder if you try to look away, ignoring if you plead with him to loosen his grip. He ruts into you. Deeper. Harder. Filling the restroom with the sound of your desperate moans for him not to stop over the echo of skin slapping against skin, all whilst making you watch yourself come apart on his cock.
"Been thinking about our wedding night." He slams into you, over and over again, his body flooding with arousal as he thinks about the shameless debauchery he intends to act out. "Thinking about all the way I'm gonna take you," he grunts, grabbing the base of his cock as he withdraws himself from the grip of your cunt. He slides the tip between your lips, teasingly pushing against your entrance. "In your pretty mouth. In this perfect pussy," he releases his cock and slides back into you, "perhaps, if I'm lucky, this tight, little ass."
Your eyes widen. "Christian?"
"What do you say, baby?" He lìcks the pad of his thumb, pressing it against the tight hole, massaging as he continues the rhythm of his hips. He watches with fascination, his cock pulsating at the sight of his thumb burying into your ass, pushing into you at the sound of your gasp. "Gonna let your husband fill every hole? Claim them as rightfully mine?"
He loosens the tight ring of muscles, relaxing you into the new sensation, relishing the soft whimper that comes with it. You were shaking, knees trembling you could barely stand up, and perspiration had set on your brows as you got lost in this new dimension, feeling pleasure twined with a bit of discomfort, but one you endured because of the euphoric haze that consumed every part of you. You push back and circle your clit faster. This was how you were going to come for him; with his cock stuffing your cunt and his thumb pressed into your ass.
"Gripping my cock so tightly," he groans, letting his mouth hang open, "and making such a mess on your thighs - dripping everywhere, princess."
"Christian...nice...fuck..." You were incapable of stringing a sentence together, jealous that Christian could probably recite everything he knew about chess as he fucked you mercilessly. You could hear the smirk in his huffed laugh, only looking up to confirm it in the mirror's reflection. "There," you squeak, hair ripping from his hand as you force your head down, eyes squeezing shut and screaming, "'m coming!"
He fucks you through your orgasm, the high of the euphoric bliss blurring your vision with a burst of white spots. "Take what you need, baby," he coos softly, smoothing his hand down your back, "done such a good job for me, doing something you've never done before." He retrieves his thumb out of your ass, liking how you whimpered at the loss. "I'm proud of you," he grips your hips, holding you down on his pulsing cock as he thrusts up, spilling deep inside, "always- always so good for me."
You shiver, his breath blowing against your neck as he leans over, his body and warmth pressing into you. A satisfied sigh finds a place on your lips as he kisses your shoulder and neck.
"We are doing that again," you finally say, coming out of your euphoric fog.
"Which part?" Christian laughs, holding your hips as he slides himself free from your cunt's grip. His cock stirs at the sight of his cum leaking from your entrance. "The part where we let an entire restaurant know that I'm fucking you?" He tucks himself back into his briefs and fixes his pants. "Or the part where you let me finger your ass?"
That wide and wicked smile was back on your lips. "Both."
He hums, liking the sound of both. His finger traces over the curve of your ass. "Maybe get something pretty to put in there?" He suggests, licking his lips.
"And here's me thinking your cock would be the pretty thing to put in there," you giggle, now turning to look over your shoulder.
A blush sets on his cheeks, reaching his ears. "Okay, something just as pretty as my cock."
Your eyebrows prick up. "Well, aren't you going to get me some tissue?" You were becoming more aware of the cum dripping from you, the reality of it being one that wasn't extremely sexy.
Christian drops his eyes, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, gathering the milky liquid and pushing it up to your pussy. "I meant what I said," he thrusts two fingers into you, his thumb purposely teasing your clit, fucking the cum back in, "you're going to learn how to walk out of here without my cum dripping down your thighs."
You grasp the sink, "Christian!" You were sensitive and wanting more, but shudder as he withdraws his fingers, watching in agony as he sucks them clean.
"Come on," he gives you a soft tap on the ass, "we still have dessert to order."
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it’s the hair, it’s his face, it’s this KIT!!!
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