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sunset vows insta au (m. mount)

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late night confessions - pablo gavi

pairing: pablo gavi x reader

author’s note: sorry this took awhile,but thank you for request! got a little carried away with this one and gave it a little twist. the end is purposefully like that to indicate she fell asleep. i hope you will like it<3

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some people love to consume fear.

it was no secret you were one of them ever since… well ever since you can remember. you would hide in closets to scare your family,and when you would play hide and seek with your friends- it was a real nightmare to find you. nobody really had a clue from where did this love for fear came from.

you craved all kinds of frightening experiences. at the same time, fear is not exactly a positive emotion. trembling while darkness pushes in around us- this is not a feeling we would describe as pleasant. then,what is it about fear that you are so drawn to? most of people go to great lengths to avoid it. what better time to get scared than in the spookiest time of the year?

all of this began on halloween of 2014. haunted theme park opened near your city and, of course, you begged your parents to let you go. they let you go since they thought some of your older friends will be there too. all of you loved to watch american horror story,but to be fair the majority of them watched it because of evan peters. who could blame them? it’s hard to resist a man who looks like he didn’t sleep in thousand years.

looking back on this, some of your friends were confused when you showed them picture of pablo since he doesn’t have any dark circles. other than watching american horror story,you also loved to read stephen king. you upgraded on him after you read everything that r.l. stine published.

horror is designed to make one afraid because it is advantageous to our survival. the main reason all of you wanted to visit this theme park it is because one of scary houses was based from murder house in american horror story. who could resist experiencing that fear first hand? certainly not you. if you only knew how real horrifying that night is gonna get,you would never go anywhere near that cursed place.

one of your friends was nowhere to be seen. none of you wanted to admit it, but you started to panic. luckily, your instincts were telling you something went terribly wrong here because she wasn’t really type to scare anyone. you were looking everywhere and asking people did they see her.

and then it happened.

someone was walking towards her near exit and grabbed her hand. no running,no drama.

and then she tapped you on shoulder. turns out she was waiting on her revenge to scare you. it was a relief she was safe, but you couldn’t see horrors the way you used to before. you stopped watching them completely and for some reason you couldn’t go to sleep without checking is everything locked multiple times.

old habits die hard and to this day you still did this every night,without exception. pablo didn’t see it as anything unusual because he had no clue about the backstory. one night two of you decided to watch something on netflix. both of you are always so indecisive when it comes to choosing a movie,so you decided to use “suprise me” feature. it was safe to say that this wasn’t maybe the best idea. watching the shining on stormy night? not really what you had in mind,but you didn’t wanna say anything because there was certain advantages. shamelessly snuggling to him? perfect. pretending you fell asleep so he can carry you to bed? sounds like you have a plan b.

you couldn’t help but smile when you saw him frowning while he pressed play. he always asked so many questions while watching and it was very annoying to everyone around him,but you didn’t mind it.

“why would they agree to be in the middle of nowhere? someone will kill them,this is so predictable. is that what happens at the end?”

“just watch and you will understand.”

“can i ask you in case i don’t understand?”

“of course. you would ask anyway”,you said jokingly hoping he keeps asking to keep you distracted from the fact you are watching a horror after so many years.

to your suprise,he didn’t ask that many questions as he usually does. is this really that one time he decides to be quiet,you thought to yourself.

luckily for you,his silence didn’t last long.

“what does REDRUM means?”

“it’s murder backwards.”

“wait,from where did that bruise came from? did his dad really hit him? why are we watching this again?”

“it wasn’t his dad his time,but he did break his arm while trying to discipline him. if you are scared we can just turn it off and go to bed.”

“no,i’m not scared but i think you are and this is how you are trying to lure me in.”

you had no intention of turning to plan b,but maybe it was time. even though he said this jokingly,this was your chance to escape.

“i think i’m going to bed,but you are free to continue watching this- i’m not luring you.”

“wait are you angry at me or something? what’s wrong?”

you continued to walk to your room,pretending you didn’t hear him. it felt so wrong because after all,he never ignored you. and who likes to be ignored? you were hoping he is not gonna think too much of it and assume you just didn’t hear him.

you should’ve known him better by now because is so attentive about you. of course he is gonna come to you. that is pablo you fell in love with.

“what’s wrong,did i say something?”

“no,you didn’t- i just wanted to go to sleep.”

“you can’t fool me. i know that look and obviously something happened,but for the life of me i can’t figure out what is it.”

“i promise you,it’s nothing. could you come here and play with my hair?”

“anything for you princesa.”

part of you wanted to finally tell him this and the other part of you didn’t want to disturb this peaceful silence while he was pushing your hair behind ear. you closed your eyes,hoping this is how you are gonna fall asleep.

“aha! i think i know what it is. it’s because you were annoyed with how much i’m talking during the movie. i’m so sorry-“

“you are annoying,but i love every second of it.”

“so it’s not that? then i really don’t know what it is,can you please tell me? you already know i will annoy you until you give up and tell me.”

“in that case,i have to accept defeat. i don’t wanna tell you because it’s a bit embarrassing and honestly,i don’t think i’ve told this to anyone.”

“i won’t pressure if you don’t want to say it but whenever you are ready,i’m here to listen. trust has to be earned and i don’t expect you to tell me everything,but i hope you know you and your secrets are safe with me.”

“of course i trust you,please don’t even think it’s about that at all. you already did more than enough to earn my trust and love. it’s just hard to talk about this,even though it’s always in the back of my mind,somehow i don’t think about it that often as i used to.”

despite popular belief,he can be calm,composed and a good listener. he was all ears and nodded,encouraging you to continue. there is no easy way to say this,other than to rip off the band-aid.

“you were right- i was luring you to go to bed. it’s because i didn’t want to watch horror,since i didn’t watch any horror in years.”

“that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. why didn’t you just say you don’t want to watch it?”

“to be fair,you did a decent job of distracting me with questions. i thought i’m over it,but it turns out i’m not really. these movies just remind me of that period when someone almost kidnapped one of my friends.”

“oh… i didn’t expect that. how did that even happen?”

“it happened on halloween when we went to a theme park. mainly because of a haunted house that was like one from american horror story. all of a sudden she was nowhere to be seen and we thought she isn’t type to scare anyone- that was more my style. then i saw someone identical to her near the exit. someone grabbed her hand and walked out with her and grabbed her hand. it looked completely normal. no running,no drama. turns out that wasn’t her,she was just waiting on her turn to scare me.

“i can’t even imagine how scary that must’ve been. luckily it wasn’t her and all of you are okay.”

“yeah,but it made me think how many people get kidnapped and no one suspects a thing. you never know what’s happening around you for sure. and it didn’t help that at that time i was reading and watching horrors.”

“i would never connect you to horrors honestly,it could be because you are a complete opposite- a dream.”

“cliché. but i love it.”

“and i love you.”

“i love you too. now if you wanna play fair,you have to tell me one secret.”

“okay,but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

“i will try.”

“i used to be terrified of the gremlins and i thought they will come to my room after midnight.”

“that’s reasonable,even i hated them. “

“no way,you are fearless. you are just saying it so we can be afraid together.”

“no,i’m serious! and besides,there is no such thing as being afraid when i’m with you.”

“so you won’t check are doors locked million times anymore?”

“i will try not to,but you know how they say: old habits die hard.”

“now it makes sense why you do that,i didn’t come off as unusual because i didn’t know the backstory.”

“now you know.”

“and now you know there is nothing you should be embarrassed or afraid to tell me. even if you want me to check are there any gremlins under bed. “

“deal.”

“i love when we have these late night talks,but i can see you are on the verge of falling asleep. buenas noches,te amo princesa. “

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not how his last champions league journey should’ve ended…

the moment i knew (m. mount)

TW: it's just sad :(

WC: 1.3K

A/N: this is part 1 of a multi part mini-series!!! each part will be inspired by a song, so this one is inspired by "The Moment I Knew (Taylor's Version)". i highly suggest listening to it as you read :)

"Surprise!" Dozens of voices shouted at you as you entered your apartment. You were taken aback for a brief moment before realizing what was going on. Your best friend Nicole, as well as a few other friends and family members, had gotten together to throw you a surprise birthday party. 

"Happy birthday, sweet girl!" A large smile formed on your mother’s face as she hugged you tightly.

“My little girl is growing up so fast” Your dad pretended to wipe tears from his face before he brought you into his embrace for a hug. 

"You always say that, dad!" You said. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for someone in particular. The party had been a surprise for you, but surely they hadn't forgotten to invite your boyfriend, right? 

You were suddenly pushed toward the large table that Nicole had set up in your living room for everyone to sit at. You were pushed downward into your seat, guests beginning to talk and make their way to the table. Nicole sat on your left, and the seat to your right was empty. You quickly took notice of that.

"Hey, Nicole?" You asked your friend, leaning towards her. 

"Where’s Mason?" Nicole thought about the guest list in her head.

 "I invited him. He said he would be here” You nodded at her answer, choosing to focus on the room full of the people you held closest to your heart. 

That seemed nearly impossible though. As the night went on, and as much as you tried to enjoy your time with your friends, you couldn’t get your mind off of Mason. You had imagined this moment in your head. You pictured him walking through your door with a large bouquet in his arms. He would immediately drop the bouquet and you would run into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

However, you were brought back to reality when you saw the front door crack open. Excitement filled you for a brief moment until it fully opened to reveal two of Mason's closest friends, Christian & Ben. You forced a smile as you made your way over to the boys to greet them.

You adored the two men, but you couldn't lie to yourself and say you weren't slightly disappointed. How is it that your boyfriend's friends arrived to your party before your own boyfriend did?

You gave each boy a hug before pulling away and starting conversation with the pair.

"Where's Mason at?" Christian asked you mid-conversation.

 "Uhh… I actually don't know" You tried to answer before you excused yourself and ran off to the bathroom.

Ben and Christian's faces were filled with concern as you practically ran from them. They followed you to ensure you were okay, stopping when they saw you sitting in the corner of an empty room, knees to your chest as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked as he and Christian bent down to sit next to you.

“Mason’s never going to show up” You whispered as you looked up.

"He told me he would be here, okay?" Ben said, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.

"He'll be here any minute. He probably got caught up with something" Christian threw you a soft smile. You nodded, wiping away a tear that had sprung loose. Maybe you were just rushing to a conclusion. Ben & Chris helped you up and you told them to go have fun.

Once they turned and walked away, you pushed open the bathroom door. When you were finally alone, the floodgates opened, and the tears seemed never-ending. They fell down your face in waves, ruining your mascara and red lipstick. You couldn't shake the thought that he wouldn't show up out of your head.

The emotions you felt throughout the night may not have all been good ones, but they all stemmed from love for the same man. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the positive, that he still had time to show up, it didn't matter if he was ever going to show up or not. It still hurt that he had disappointed you like that.

You fixed your makeup and exited the bathroom. As you made your way back to your table, you were met with Nicole.

"We're going to cut the cake" She smiled as she grabbed your hand and dragged you to your seat.

"Could we wait for Mason?" You asked quietly, slowly looking at Nicole for confirmation, but she frowned.

"It's getting late, and some of us have to leave soon" You nodded your head in understanding. As much fun as this party was, you were drained and wanted nothing more than to be in bed. Granted, you wanted to be in your boyfriend's arms, but by the looks of things, you wouldn't be having that.

You quickly checked your phone as Nicole went to grab the cake. You had tons of messages from friends & family that couldn't attend your party, but no texts or calls from him. Moments later, Nicole brought the cake into the room and placed it in front of you . Your mother placed two large candles in the white icing before grabbing a lighter and lighting the candles.

When the entire room started to sing happy birthday, you felt like it was going in slow motion. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and not leave, but instead, you pushed those feelings aside and blew out the candles.

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It was past midnight by now, and everyone else had left. You dragged yourself to take a hot shower, hoping it would help you in some way. Afterward, you laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through Tiktok in attempt to take your mind off of the fact that Mason didn't show up to your birthday party. In fact, he still hadn't even called. He always seemed to be working; he never had time for you anymore.

The first few months of your relationship had been pure bliss. You both traveled together, trying different restaurants and exploring different cities whenever he had to go to another city for an away match. Now you couldn't even go with him like you used to. He always had to do press and additional training since he was still fresh off an injury. The only time you got to see or hear from him was when he called, or the sparse days he didn't have training, a match or any football-related interview.

But tonight's catastrophe took the cake. You were convinced that the other guests had noticed your boyfriend's absence, wondering why he wasn't here on your birthday. You couldn't even properly enjoy the evening, seeing as you were too busy wondering when and if he would show.

Just as you were about to call it a night and drift off to sleep, your phone rang. You examined the caller ID notification at the top of your screen, reading his name as any anger inside of you cooled when you accepted the phone call.

"Y/N!" He said. On the other end of the line, he sounded out of breath.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't make it tonight. I wanted to be there, but…" Before he could say any more, you interrupted him.

"Don't" You tried to ignore the hurt in your voice as you spoke.

"Y/n please-"

"It's been a long night, Mason. I'm really drained and I just really want to go to sleep" Your voice sounded broken.

"Oh okay. Well, I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can go out or something. Goodnight, Y/n"

"Good-" Was all you could manage to utter before he ended the call. He didn't bother telling you that he loved you. In fact, he hadn't uttered anything of significance throughout the entire duration of your phone call.

Your shoulders slumped as you dropped the phone onto your bed, crying softly into the pillow as you drifted off to sleep, dreading your planned phone call for the next morning.

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Champion’s League Nights — MM JF JB

AUTHOR: idk if this is going to suck or not

SUMMARY: a match that reunites old friends and more…

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, +18

PAIRINGS: joão félix x reader, mason mount x reader, jude bellingham x reader

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming.” Mason smiled at you, brushing a hand through his hair. The match was about to start, half an hour to go. You smiled at him, explaining that Christian was the one to thank because he had driven you there. Mason had met you around four months ago, at Christian’s birthday party and you two immediately went along well. For external reasons— which to the American player were still unknown — you two decided to not take things to the next level. You both knew there was a lot of attraction and tension but you liked to dance on the thin border between friendship and relationship. After you started to come to London for work more often it was easier for you two to see each other more often. You had gone on a few dates, but nothing happened, not even a kiss. Mason was a true gentleman: always driving you home after, texting you in the morning to know if everything was alright, occasionally buying you presents because “they reminded him of you”. Some would have said you two should have dated but you enjoyed this for the moment and Mason, well Mason was fucked. He was completely and utterly whipped for you.

“See you later? Wish me good luck.” And with a wink he left. It was supposed to be a simple match. You didn’t know much about football, you were learning a bit more thanks to Mason. Not that Christian hadn’t tried to educate you on this but it was funnier to piss him off on purpose by ignoring him. So you didn’t know the names of every player present on the field.

“Fuck me…” was what you thought when midway through the game you began to take notice of the names on the back of the players— in your defense you had spent most of the time looking at Mason.

“And that’s a goal for João Félix, Chelsea number eleven!” You wished Christian had warned you about all of this. You and João were no strangers, yes you hadn’t heard from him for over two years but you couldn’t erase the two and a half years you had spent together back in 2019. Maybe if you had checked your Instagram more often you would have noticed the hundreds of posts the Portuguese had put on his profile, saying he was there on a loan. You looked at the brunette running around the pitch. He had grown a lot: he was probably taller, bigger and his hair was shorter. He looked more like a man and less like a kid. You had broken up on good terms, well if that was a possible thing when you broke up with someone. The reason? You couldn’t bear a long distance relationship. As much as you loved him it wasn’t working out, between your job in Germany and his in Spain things were too complicated. So you let go and moved on. It wasn’t easy, you could still remember the calls in the middle of the night and the tears. But it was all in the past. You shook your head, focusing back on the game. The time signaled that it was around the eightieth minute.

“Borussia Dortmund equalizes the score with number 22: Jude Bellingham!” If God really existed he was having a laugh at you. Your eyes moved around the pitch to see the tall Birmingham boy celebrate with his teammates. You had met Jude when you worked in Germany. Nothing happened at first, you had just come out of a long and important relationship and Jude was busy with his career. Not to mention he was actually younger than you, still of age but you were a bit thrown off by it. It wasn’t until his ninetieth birthday party that things changed drastically. You were brought back to reality when the speaker announced five more minutes of play time.

“And it’s a draw for Borussia Dortmund and Chelsea.” The match came to an end and you let out a sigh, looking at how the played a tie was the best result they could get. You waited a bit in your seat, knowing Christian always took the longest of time to shower and get dressed after a match. When you finally stood up and headed towards the changing rooms you started to see a few players coming out. There were also some family members and girlfriends or wives around, so you didn’t feel out of place.

“Y/n? Is that you?” You turned around, moving your eyes from the field to whoever was speaking to you. João stood in front of you, his bag on his shoulder and a shocked face on. You gulped and curved your lips into a smile. You hadn’t seen or heard each other in a while. You had left on good terms, if that was even a thing for ex’s.

“Hi João, great match. Congratulations on the goal.” You approached him, a bit awkwardly. The Portuguese smiled, thanking you. Out of all the places he imagined you to be at, this was definitely not one of them. He hadn’t seen you in so long, why were you there? He knew you had moved to Germany for work but why were you at the game?

“Why are you here? Are you with-” he was interrupted by the arrival of both Christian and Mason. You gulped, now this was going to be very embarrassing. The American boy pressed his lips together, stopping himself from laughing. Christian loved to make fun of you in awkward situations and you knew he was going to take the piss later but fortunately in that moment he could read the room and stop himself from making fun of you.

“Hey, I see you met our latest entry. He’s J-” Mason tried to introduce you two, his hand resting on your back. Mason could be very touchy-feely, you didn’t mind his hands on you but you could see João frowning at all this friendliness. Was there something he didn’t know of?

“Yes, I know y/n. She’s my ex.” The Portuguese didn’t even try to word it in a way that wouldn’t have made things awkward. Mason gulped, suddenly feeling at unease. His ex girlfriend? He really had no idea. You coughed, trying to cover up the embarrassment you were feeling. João looked between the two of you, wondering what was going on, what he had missed.

“Well… I’ll see you later, okay?” You interrupted the silence, sure you weren’t going to stay there with both of them. You escaped the situation before it could turn even more awkward. João and Mason watched you walk away, both of them still rather confused. João was the one to look away and glance at Mason. What did you have to do with his teammate? There was something about the way he stared at you walking away that didn’t sit right with him. Before either of them could speak again the rest of the team joined them and headed towards the exit.

“We are going. I’m not reversing the car and taking you back home. It will be fine.” Was what Christian kept saying to reassure you at least five times. After that little encounter you had with the two Chelsea boys the last thing you wanted was to attend a party where they were going to be at. You didn’t even know why they were celebrating, they hadn’t won the match but it was probably just an excuse to go out. What you didn’t know was that things were going to get messier the minute you stepped foot in the club.

“I must be daydreaming, aren’t I?” You heard from your shoulders as you talked to Christian. It didn’t take you much to recognize the Birmingham accent. You slowly turned around and met the tall and young Borussia Dortmund midfielder. Jude had a smirk displayed on his face, as if he was pleased to see you there.

“Jude. Nice to see you, how are you doing?” You greeted him. You hadn’t seen the brunette in months, hoping he’d forget about you or at least about how you had left things between you two.

“ ‘m alright. Better now that you’re here, I didn’t know you were coming to the match. How come?” His flirty comments didn’t go unnoticed by Christian who simply tried not to laugh at you and your bad luck. He thought you knew all of them were going to be there but obviously you hadn’t really watched a lot of football lately to know about them being at the same match. You didn’t mind talking to Jude, he was a nice guy, very flirtatious but still a gentleman. But in that moment, when Mason could walk in any minute it was risky. Especially because you knew Jude’s big mouth wouldn’t have spared you of a flirty comment and Mason would have been left confused.

“Christian invited me. Can’t say no to this pretty face, can I?” You giggled, looking briefly at your best friend who simply raised his brows and bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing. Christian knew about this thing you used to have with Jude, it couldn’t even be described as something more than just a thing. You were bored, he was funny and gave you a lot of attention. What stopped you? Nothing. Jude nodded and gave Christian a small smile.

“I thought you moved back in Madrid.” He stated, sipping on his drink. You furrowed your brows, realizing only a second later that was the lie you had told him to get him off your back. You hadn’t been so nice to the Brummie player. You liked Jude. Just not like that.

“My plans canceled last minute. I like Germany better.” Lie. Such a big lie. Every person who had known you for more than ten minutes would have known no place could compare to your Spain. But Jude seemed to buy your lie. The english player offered to buy you a drink and you agreed, after how you had left things with him it was the least you could do. Christian watched you follow the brunette and lost you in the crowd, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. You were getting yourself in big troubles.

“So why did you leave me that night? Was it really that bad?” Jude couldn’t hold back anymore. He had to ask you this. It caught you off guard, you coughed in surprise as you sipped on your drink. He stared at you with an amused yet perplexed look on his face. You instantly went back to the memory of your last encounter with the Dortmund player…

“Your parents are going to get suspicious.” You giggled as the brunette closed the door behind you. He had drunk enough to feel slightly tipsy, but he was more horny than anything else. Jude had decided to celebrate his birthday plainly. No big party, no liters of alcohol, no club. Just his friends and family. And you. Jude acted like a thirteen year old whenever you were around. He liked you. A lot. You were just a couple years older, as much as you liked to mess around you felt the responsibility of not going too hard on him.

“I don’t care. Fuck, you got me so fucking hard, baby.” He whined leaning against the wall. You glanced down to his black jeans and noticed his bulge. A little giggle escaped your lips. You had never done anything physical with the Birmingham boy but you surely shared a fair amount of make out sessions. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten hard by you. Jude glared at you, because he didn’t find his condition funny.

“Want me to help, birthday boy?” Those were words he liked to hear. Jude didn’t even think about it twice, having waited for this moment for months. He simply nodded eagerly and waited for your next move. However, you had had an idea in your head, different from what he expected. You stepped closer, cupping his face, grazing your thumb against his cheeks.

“Get in front of the mirror, handsome.” You asked him and he complied. Jude was thrilled, was he finally going to live his dreams? Before he could lose himself in the track of thoughts, you rested your hands on his hips, staring at him through the mirror.

“Can I?” You asked pointing at the buttons of his black shirt. The brunette nodded and let you unbutton them. He licked his lips wet, almost scared you could hear his heart pound against your hands. But you could tell he was excited yet nervous. You could tell he always lost his breath whenever you were around. Or else you wouldn’t have been there. You wouldn’t have been at dinner with his family and friends. He was lucky you were good with parents, so his weren’t suspecting a single thing. When you had undone his shirt, you left it open to show off part of his chest and abs.

“Unzip your pants, birthday boy.” You stated firmly. Jude nodded, wasting no time in doing what you just asked him to. He left the zip open but didn’t move any further, waiting for your instructions. You smirked at him through the mirror, you could almost hear his own thoughts. His face spoke louder than anything else.

“Touch yourself for me, will you?” You sweetly asked him. Jude’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in your words. The brummie nodded again, like a lost puppy and lowered his gaze to his crotch. Slipping his hand past his boxers he took ahold of his cock and then looked back at you. You were standing behind him, hands moving around his torso, caressing his body without moving too low. It was torture.

“Shit-” he hissed as his hand began to move. He wished it was yours but he could get off to the image of you staring back at him. You wanted to consider this as your gift for him. A pretty good one. His chest rose and lowered quickly, his breathing getting uneven and shorter.

“I know you want me to touch you…” you stopped to look at his reaction: his eyes were silently begging you. This was all he ever wanted, well at least for the past two months. You chuckled, seeing him struggle to keep his composure, it was so entertaining to watch him lose it for you. In a certain way it boosted your ego.

“But I want to see what you do to yourself when you think of me… Let me watch.” You whispered next to his ear, looking at his Adam Apple bob and a grunt and swear word leave his plump lips. You would’ve felt bad about playing with him if Jude actually had feelings for you. But it was just his hormones speaking, he wanted to fuck you not marry you. So why not mess with him a bit more? Get under his skin? Give him a little taste before depriving him of anything? Of any touch, look, taste? It could be sadistic, but you could tell Jude enjoyed you playing with him.

“Fuck, y/n… Don’t look at me like that, baby.” He whined, hand picking up the pace as he briefly closed his eyes and swallowed hard. You giggled, depositing a kiss on his neck. He was struggling to hold back himself from cumming, he was that excited.

“Or what?” You teased. Your hand moved to rest on his stomach, caressing the skin. You could feel his abs tensing, you could see precum leaking from his cock. This was going to be fun.

“Or I’ll cum right now…” he shyly admitted, embarrassed. You giggled again, removing your hands from his body. You moved them to rest on his back, scratching it. You knew where his mind was going, his eyes were turning impossibly darker as his head wondered. The fuckboy facade had dropped so easily, you had to laugh at his submissiveness.

“No, keep going.” You demanded. He nodded, slowing down to stop himself from releasing too quickly. As time went by, you got more handsy but never even slightly thought of touching him where he wanted you to. He started to get loose, louder whimpers and praised leaving his mouth. He started to whine too.

“Please- let me… Fucking hell-” you gripped his arms, digging your nails in his skin, slowing him down. You briefly glanced at the clock: you had been gone for ten minutes, you had around five more minutes before anyone started to notice your mysterious and suspicious absence. You kept whispering words of encouragement in his ear, stopping him whenever he was close and spurring him on to continue whenever he was far away from his release. It was sick but he loved it.

“You know what? Maybe I should go back there, I’ll just tell your parents you are not feeling great…” you bit your bottom lip to hide a smirk. Jude visibly panicked, shaking his head as he saw you stepping aside to look at him. The tall and intimidating player was putty in your hands and you were taking advantage of that. He stared at you with his big brown eyes, begging you again. His hand was wrapped around him, your eyes falling to see the red tip leaking precum.

“Y/n, don’t- please don’t leave now… Fuck, please.” His dark and watery eyes stared at you in confusion. You almost gave in.

“What do you want?” You asked, leaning against the door and staring at him in the eyes. Jude gulped, licking his lips wet. He wanted so many things but didn’t want to risk his chances. He looked so lost, you adored the look in his eyes of pure adoration and submissiveness.

“I just- Just talk to me, like before, yea? Please…” he asked. You pondered your options: you could’ve left him there, make up a decent lie for his guests and not risk getting caught or you could’ve stayed, watched him crumble under your gaze. Jude was silently begging you. He was yet to meet a person like you, that had him eating in the palm of their hand. He was down bad.

“I’ll give you five minutes.” You said firmly. He nodded, picking up the pace of his hand. If he wanted this he needed to be quick. But Jude didn’t have such problem when the cause of his boner was standing right in front of him. You sat on the sink, watching him, every move and every face. He was close, you could tell. You took ahold of his hand and put his two digitals on your lips. A wicked smirk spreading on your face. You kissed the fingertips, playing with them. His mouth was left open when you took both of them in your mouth, past your lips.

“Fuck, shit- Can I… please can I cum?” He whined, his chest shaken by short breaths as he tried to wait for your answer. You smirked and nodded, watching as he groaned and came undone. Jude had never witnessed something so erotic and he found it embarrassing to think he had just come like this. The brunette gasped, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to clean himself up.

“This was- you’re something else, baby.” He mumbled still in a haze. You giggled and pecked his cheek, standing up from the sink. Jude looked at you through the mirror.

“I know, birthday boy…”

Jude couldn’t explain or begin to comprehend what happened afterwards. You disappeared, put up a wall and left him outside. Things weren’t that serious between you two and Jude was okay with it but suddenly, after his birthday, you started to distance yourself from him until he didn’t hear anymore from you. Months later there you were: so beautiful he could look at you the whole night. The smile on your lips was always the same, it had never changed. The look in your eyes was so mysterious and challenging, it pushed him to do more and more just to impress you. Jude couldn’t lie: he had had a crush on you and decided to settle for whatever you had going on. He had tried once to ask you out but you politely rejected him and he was too scared to lose you to cut off your ties. So he stuck around, let you in his life and when you left he was utterly confused and a bit disappointed.

“Of course not, Jude. I didn’t think it was right of me to keep leading you on.” You saw right through him, it didn’t need a genius to figure out the brunette liked you. Jude bit his bottom lip, smirking and nodding. He knew this wasn’t the complete truth and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear it all. He was over it, over you.

“There you are. Oh I see you’ve met Jude.” Mason appeared out of nowhere with awful timing as he handed you a cup of whatever he had put in. Jude looked away from you and at the Chelsea player. At first he was confused as to what Mason was doing but then as the conversation started he began to realize what was actually going on.

“Yea, I’ve met him a few times… Very nice lad, isn’t he?” You were playing with fire and Jude loved it. He loved the thrill of being around you. Your unpredictability was what kept him going and even though it was the reason you two had stopped seeing each other, after all this time it still turned him on. You were bold, you didn’t have any trouble sustaining their gazes. Sometimes it felt as if you were challenging him.

“Yes indeed. So how do you guys know each other?” Mason asked clueless. You glanced at Jude who hid his smirk behind his cup as he sipped on his drink. Mason knew you but he didn’t know you that well. You had avoided telling him about all your adventures with his fellow companions.

“I gave him a hand when he moved out to Germany.” The pun was intended and Jude knew it, although Mason didn’t quite catch it. It was a lie. You didn’t meet Jude under those circumstances, there had never been nothing platonic between you two. Well you pretended to have a platonic friendship, but Jude hung from your lips and everyone knew it. The brunette nodded, smiling. This was the y/n he knew, the one he liked. You were playing with fire as you talked to both of them for the following half an hour. You kept both boys on the edge, you could feel the tension. Mason wasn’t blind or stupid, he could see the way Jude looked at you. With hunger, desire, lust. Even if you hadn’t lied about the genuineness of your friendship, he was slightly concerned about the real intentions of the english player.

“I’m sorry I have to take this. See you later.” Jude felt his phone vibrating against his thigh and picked it up, leaving you two alone. You turned around to face the Chelsea player who had a weird smirk on his lips.

“He definitely wants to sleep with you.” He confessed and you giggled. Oh if only he knew… But there was no good in telling him the details.

“What if he does? Would it be a problem, Mount?” You asked, challenging him. His smirk grew wider as he took in your “threat”. He couldn’t quite decipher the look in your eyes, what it meant. But he liked your teasing and challenging. Mason wasn’t the type of guy to act all jealous, especially with a girl he wasn’t even dating— although things between you two were complicated. But he couldn’t lie to himself and say he appreciated the way Jude’s eyes laid on your figure.

“Would you let him?” He replied with a question. Your smirk widened and you debated whether or not tell him it wasn’t polite to reply to a question with another one, but the look on his face intrigued you. It didn’t take a genius to see that Mason considered you more than just a friend. Therefore, it was up to you to decide how you felt about him. The Chelsea midfielder stared at you, waiting for one of your usual comebacks.

“Who told you he hasn’t already?” You giggled and watched his reaction. Mason sometimes couldn’t tell whether you were messing with him or if you meant what you said. Either way he simply shook his head with a small smirk, hoping you were just trying to annoy him. Soon the topic was dropped, Christian and Kai joining you guys to take you on the dance floor. None of you were excellent dancers, but every chance you got was a good moment to tease Mason. It wasn’t until the third song that you began to feel his hands on you.

“Handsy, are we?” You joked, not able to see his face since he was standing right behind you. Mason smiled though, knowing that you were more than okay with it since your own hands guided his on your body. The English man rested his head next to yours, taking in your inebriating scent as you moved to the beat. Everything about you drove him wild: from your eyes to the way you danced, from your smile to the way you joked, from your body to the way you talked. Mason sometimes was scared you could hear how loud his heart beat whenever you were around him. But as you two danced together, bodies pressed against each other someone else was staring right at you two.

“Ex fling?” Jude asked the minute he saw João leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand as he stared at you. The Portuguese player took his eyes off you to identify who was speaking to him and once he noticed it was just Jude he forced himself to smile.

“Ex boyfriend. You?” He asked. It had been years since you two had broken up, nevertheless watching you dance with another man right in front of him wasn’t on the top of his wish list. Jude almost felt bad for thinking there was someone— João— who was having it worse than him.

“Ex fling. We saw each other during last summer but then she disappeared. Now I see why.” Jude explained, for some reason he didn’t feel embarrassed about it as he talked to João. Probably because they were in the same situation. The loan player nodded, listening to his words. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t moved on and hooked up with other girls, because he had. Yet there was something in the back of his mind that bothered him.

“We dated for two years, then she moved to Germany and broke up with me. It was years ago though.” He finished by taking a sip of his drink. He didn’t want to get wasted but maybe having a bit of alcohol in his system would have helped him get over this nonsense. Jude nodded in reply, for some reason it was the type of behavior he would expect from someone like you. With that being said, he still felt attracted to you. You still held your power over him, as if he was wrapped around your finger.

“Do you still love her?” Jude asked with no problem, taking the first sip from the beer he had just got. João was a bit startled at first, clearly not seeing it coming. Did he still love her? It was a fair question, the way he was acting was confusing. But were there still feelings?

“No… I mean, it’s the type of love you will always feel for someone you’ve been with for a long time but I am not in love with her anymore… She just has a way to get under your skin, you know?” He said, taking his eyes off you a few times to glance at Jude who nodded, completely understanding his point of view. You could be so good yet the minute you left them, you were pure torture. Jude struggled to keep his head busy as he watched you dance along with Mason.

“Yea… She got us wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” He chuckled. There was no use in denying it. They both knew the truth and honestly there were high chances you knew it too, but pretended not to. You rested your forehead against Mason’s as you swung you hips to the beat. Your legs began to hurt but you were having too much fun. Mason might not have not been the best dancer, but he wasn’t afraid to try things out— which to you was more attractive than anything else.

“Are you taking me back to your hotel room, Mount?” You asked at some point, lips against his ear as he held you close. Mason smirked, knowing you were trying to break him. But he knew this game and even if you always managed to win, he tried his best anyway.

“Would you let me?” He asked, his lips now inches away from yours. But you weren’t giving in. Of course you had thought about him under those circumstances but teasing was always the best part. Look at Jude: until he cracked and gave in everything was fun and games, then you got bored and disappeared. However, something within you told you it could be different with Mason.

“Depends… Would it be worth it?” You asked, your noses brushing against his each other. You had stopped dancing, just slowly swinging. Mason found your comebacks amusing, you were just trying to test him and he knew it.

“Come and find out yourself.” He firmly stated. He didn’t want to sound cocky nor insecure, therefore this was the best answer he could come up with. By the looks of it, it worked. You smiled and nodded. The sexual tension had been so high between the two of you, there was no reason in denying it or postponing the inevitable. Mason took your hands in his, walking away from the crowd and towards the exit. You quickly turned around to see if you could spot Christian but you met the eyes of the duo who had been staring at you the whole night. Someone else would have immediately looked away, felt embarrassed. But you didn’t. You simply smirked at them and have them a little wave before turning around and following Mason.

“Good luck for him… He’s going to need it.” João scoffed, finishing his drink and leaving it on the counter for the bartender to pick up. At least he wouldn’t have had the vision of you grinding against his teammate in front of him anymore.

“He’s going to need more than that, mate.”

this no trophy in 20 years,bottling,getting humiliated project looks so good 🔥🔥

zis is football heritage.

watching chelsea play football is like watching celebrities flop at the met gala. how are you that rich, spending that much just to look like THAT

@gaviandgrizisgirl request :)

warning: smut

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“You did so good cariño” you said, seated on your boyfriends lap at home after his first game back.

“Thank you amor, I’m glad to be back” he said, caressing your sides softly. Your mouth met his before slipping lower to his neck, leaving wet kisses. His hands squeezed your sides, repositioning your crotch against his growing erection.

You grinded your hips, making Pedri groan. You kissed your way up to his jaw, slight stubble grazing your cheek. You held on his neck, lips coming to his earlobe. Your tongue swirled against it before you whispered

“I think you deserve a reward”

Pedri smiled “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm”

You took off his shirt, carresing his chest and leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to his happy trail. You stroked him over the shorts, and he really wanted to let you pleasure him but the number 8 on your back with his name spelling above was doing things to him. Pedri pulled at the hem of his jersey.

“I wanna fuck you in the jersey” he whispered and you smirked, getting back onto his lap. You discarded your shorts,showing off the lacy underwear. Pedri hooked a finger under, pulling the material to the side. He spread your arousal around your clit, making you whine.

Suddenly, he switched positions pushing you on all fours before him. You heard him take off the rest of his clothes. He grabbed his dick, leaking precum, and stroked it a few times at the view of his name on your back. You felt the tip against your folds and pushed your ass back, asking for more.

Pedri wasted no time either and entered you in one swift movement, making you both moan. He started thrusting into you, enjoying the view of your ass bouncing with every snap of his hips.

His movements came to a stop and you looked back at him breathless and confused. Before you could say anything tho he spoke up

“Come on, bounce on my dick. You wanted to reward me, yeah?”

You hesitated a bit before moving up and down on him. Pedri grabbed your ass, squeezing the flesh, making you moan his name. His eyes never left his name sprawled across your back with his cock buried inside of you.

“Fuck, your pussy is better than my comeback”

You clenched at his words, feeling closer to cumming.

“It’s all yours Papi, you deserve it” you moaned out, your movements becoming sloppy.

Pedri noticed this, stilling your hips with his hands and thrusting up into you harshly. You were already on edge and this was enough for you finish. With his name on your lips, you came, head falling into the pillows.

Your sounds were enough to push Pedri over the edge as well, filling you up with his cum. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out, letting his cum drip out of your pussy. That sight,paired up with the jersey was enough to make him hard again.

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