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Beating small clubs as per usual

Raphina masterclass 💫

Lamine is only 17y/o, he cannot possibly travel back to Barcelona on his own. Call back Pedri as his travel companion

tearsssssss man

the way i forget that ferran is on the pitch because the guy does nothing

Baku City Circuit 2024 in one pic 😭

carlos is playing well and i’m proud🙏🏻😭😭

it's so cuuuuute

love song ♬— chapter 3 [ J.M ]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!oc

summary [please read]

genre(s): strangers to lovers, fluff, angst and football romance

[w.c: 2.8k] masterlist

notes: heyyyyy, I managed to finish the chapter today!! surprise!! I hope you guys are enjoying it xxx

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the following day, as promised, the group of friends were headed on a little outing to congratulate the boys on their win. they burst into the bustling mall, laughter and chatter filling the air.

it started off well, conversation flowing easily between them just like it used to.

“spain is playing in berlin tonight,” noelle said in recollection and fixed the position of the the bag strap on her shoulder.

florian turned to look at her with his eyes widened, then hitting kai on the arm. “that lamine yamal kid? an absolute class player. we need to go and watch them play.”

from beside him aaliyah let out a scoff. “we actually have an england match to watch,” she let out a dazed sigh, “I need a picture with jude.”

florian’s smile immediately dropped, causing jamal to stifle a laugh from beside noelle. “we'll end up going anyway, let's just pray that they play each other at some stage to kill two birds with one stone.”

jamal looked to aaliyah with a quirked eyebrow. “you could've just asked me, I have connections with mr superstar.”

“no way,” noelle said in surprise. “I have connections with mr superstar's best friend.”

“you know trent?” he asked again, but she shook her head with a smile.

“close, I know his girlfriend. we went to high-school together.”

sophia perked up at your mention, knowing exactly who you were talking about. “I keep on forgetting that you went to high-school with jamie. what a small world we live in.”

“you know jamie?” jamal spat, disbelief spread all over his face and it made noelle furrow her brows, not sure what was so shocking. who didn't know her? “jamie carter? that jamie?”

when noelle nodded he couldn't help but chuckle in shock— the girl he had a thing for was friends with his childhood friend. “small world might be an understatement. we were in the chelsea academy together. major older sister energy, I'm still traumatised.”

the shared connection led to a comfortable conversation between the two strangers, their footsteps trailing behind the two couples ahead who were lost in their own world. noelle shared fond memories of the older girl to jamal, about how she took noelle under her wing for what ever reason.

it was one of those silly situations where the protectiveness of someone would ultimately end in a friendship between someone in year 11 and 9. so for those two years that jamie had left, she made sure to care for noelle as if she were her own.

“oh, she's so small!” jamie cooed at the newcomer, noelle immediately stopping in her tracks to see that she was the only year 9 who signed up for school newspaper.

“what's your name, angel?” jamie questioned and ushered her into the room, everyone lounging around the meeting table with her at the head.

noelle hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the faces of her seniors— jamie’s boisterous personality standing out. “noelle braun.”

“no way! kelly, remember when I said that I wanted to name my baby girl noelle?? i have it in my notes app.”

from that day onward, noelle couldn't recall a day where she wasn't sat with jamie at school studying in the library, asking for advice or watching the older girl join in on the football matches that took place at recess.

jamal listened intently as she spoke fondly of her, a warm hearted laugh leaving his lips. “yeah, that sounds exactly like her. toned down a bit, I reckon since she's older now.”

from ahead of them sophia couldn't help but look over her shoulder every so often to see the two wandering slowly, conversation being made despite noelle's timid personality. and that was the shocking part. she didn't like sharing too much about herself unless she was comfortable with someone.

her answers were always kept short and brief, a tight lipped smile following after to mimick her stiff behaviour. jamal was similar, but he knew how to carry a conversation with a bashful smile— which was exactly what he was doing now, his clammed hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

this might be a lot easier than she thought.

as they stopped at a clothing store, sophia and kai drifted off somewhere, with aaliyah and florian heading in the opposite direction. the girls held on to thein boyfriend's for dear life, exchanging smitten looks and kisses every so often.

noelle and jamal exchanged a knowing glance.

“I think we're cramping their love fest,” he whispered and she nodded, her nose scrunching at the sight of kai tickling sophia.

she looked up to jamal. “coffee break?”

jamal couldn't stop the smile that drew to his lips, his heart fluttering for some reason as he stepped to the side and gestured for noelle to walk ahead. “it's like you're a genuis.”

without drawing attention, they slipped away from the group, leaving the affectionate couples to their shopping spree. eventually they settled into a cozy café, jamal taking the liberty to order their drinks as promised.

when their order got called up, he handed the latte to noelle with a playful smile. “my sincerest apologies once again, you'll be able to taste it in the coffee, I swear.”

a giggle left her lips as she took her seat at the back of the café, further away from everyone and he took a seat in front of her. “oh, really? what was the coffee made with exactly?” she asked jokingly, a playful smile on her lips.

“immense guilt and embarrassment,” he desdpanned, causing noelle to force down the laugh itching at her throat before they fell back into a peaceful atmosphere.

the conversation drifted from topic to topic, shared laughter floating in the air. “so what do you think they're going to do next?” jamal asked grinning, hinting at their friends that they left behind.

noelle pretended to think for a moment. “probably plan a joint wedding.”

his eyes widened in mock horror, the footballers reaction being her to laughter once more. “don't even joke about that.”

everything was going great to his surprise, and in no time his sweaty palms were the last thing on his mind. he was curious. curious about how noelle was, what she enjoyed and why she drank 4 mugs of coffee a day? he'd barely scraped the surface.

it came up naturally, his job and her life at university. and the fact that she was a psychology major made so much sense to him. “you fit the stereotype perfectly.”

noelle smiled, “and what’s that?”

the footballer leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he scanned noelle’s features and stature. not to be weird but he'd been observing her for quite some time, seeing as he didn't have the courage to actually talk to her. all those days in the coffee shop, ordering coffee only to give it to one of his teammates because he wasn't a huge indulger due to his diet.

“you like to keep to yourself, a natural observer.” noelle gasped, ready to plead her case but he cut her off. “yeah, don't act like I don't see the way that you look at people, you're psychoanalysing everyone you creep.”

“creep is a bit much,” she interjected, her hand covering her mouth in shock. accusations— correct accusations. nevertheless she gestured for him to carry on.

he hummed in thought. “your colour palette is very neutral, very cosy. autumn is definitely your favourite season,” he said that was so much certainty and noelle nodded along, a hum of confirmation leaving her lips.

“and you're an older sibling.” her lips parted slightly, shock evident. “I know that from experience, definitely a younger sister— teenager.”

noelle threw her head back with a groan, the mention of her younger sister giving her a splitting headache. “I hate 15 year olds. she's like a demon, sucking the life out of me.”

she didn't have the best relationship with her sister carmen. blame it on puberty, and the fact that carmen hated everything and everyone, meaning that noelle was privileged with the ‘evil older sister’ title for trying to help her— or doing anything really.

“ugh, can you just leave me alone?” carmen would yell, marching out of the living room with her blood boiling. “do you have nothing better to do than make my life difficult?”

the door slammed. all this just because noelle offered to help her with an assignment since she was struggling.

“so, what's your assignment about?” jamal asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. “sophia said you weren't too happy about it.”

with a bitter smile noelle took another sip of her latte, the warm liquid spreading through her chest. “I'm exploring the phenomenology of romantic love— how people experience and understand love.”

the genuine glint shimmered in jamal's eyes, his interest piquing although he could see that she was anything but pleased or excited about it. “that sounds interesting, and fun. how's it going so far?”

“well,” she sighed, her eyes drifting out the café window for a moment. “it's not going at all. I didn't start yet, but I'm getting there.” she smiled. “I hope…”

she went on to tell him about using sophia, kai, aaliyah and florian as he guinea pigs to which he was very pleased about. he let out an amused hum, nodding fondly at the idea. “you're about to get a phd with that thesis, they're your one way ticket to success.”

as they delved deeper into conversation, jamal discovered noelle's infectious laugh, her eagerness and passion for understanding human emotions, and her very subtle sense of humour. in turn, noelle, found jamal's kind heart, his genuine interest in her thoughts and his captivating smile.

the café’s background hum faded into the distance as they lost themselves until they finished their drinks, jamal's phone buzzed in his pocket, a stifled laugh leaving his lips at the message. “looks like the lovebirds are done shopping.”

noelle smiled, stretching her arms with a content sigh. “time to rejoin the flock. thanks for the coffee break by the way, I felt like I was having withdrawal symptoms.”

with a chuckle he held the door open for the smaller girl. “you seriously need to watch your caffeine intake.”

as the evening drew to close, the girls decided to head back to noelle’s apartment since it's where they'd be staying during their time in munich. watching her friends separate from their boyfriend's was a sight for sore eyes, her face displaying her distaste while simply giving jamala a polite wave.

the trio settled into noelle's cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft lighting. sophia poured wine into their glasses with a satisfied smile before plopping down next to her friends on the couch.

they went over the events of the day and how nice it was to be out with their partners again before they'd be pressed with the task of immense stress to soothe due to the tournament. with that, noelle naturally faded into the background as a listener, trying her best to understand their situations.

it was a task and a half to be there for their partners emotionally during times like this, and it was tough to imagine. but once again, it took a toll on each partner emotionally and mentally. [add to thesis outline]

“where did you sneak off to by the way?” aaliyah's voice snapped her out of her daze, a distant hum leaving her lips as she recollected her thoughts.

sophia and aaliyah eyed noelle with knowing looks. “you left us hanging, to hang out with jamal.”

noelle couldn't help the scoff that she let out, the accusation rather amusing. “first of all, you left me hanging.” she pointed to herself with a pointed expression, then shrugged. “and jamal owed me anyway. I got apology coffee.”

a gasp left sophia's lips and she straightened her posture. “your favourite.”

aaliyah shook her head and set her glass down on the coffee table then snuggled futher into the couch. “sorry that we left you like that. we know you aren't much of a talker, it was probably really awkward.”

“it actually wasn't,” noelle said softly, not thinking much of her answer yet the unfamiliar feeling in her stomach said otherwise.

with confused looks, her friends looked at her with intrigue and mild confusion because they knew that if noelle was put in a situation where she had to be with someone she didn't know, silence was her go to. they'd seen it first hand at parties and gatherings, she would literally sit or stand silently, her mind drifting elsewhere instead of engaging in small talk.

“yeah, it wasn't awkward. he’s actually really easy to talk to.”

sophia nodded slowly, a sly grin settling on her lips. “oh, really?” she turned to aaliyah who was more confused, not quite catching onto her friend's initial thought. “you know, he's not much of a talker either.”

it was aaliyah's turn to chime in. “he's got that whole charming thing down though. I seriously don't underatand how he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.” her tone was laced with something that only sophia caught onto, her smile deepening while noelle simply took in the information.

she shot her friends a quizzical look, surprised by the newfound information. initially she thought that he'd be tied down with someone, you know footballers and their antics. all that stereotypical stuff.

noelle''s expression read “noted”, earning proud glances from the two girls in front, silently scheming. it wasn't the first time that they'd be playing matchmaker with her. they tried whenever they encounter someone who seemed the slightest bit fit for their best friend. even if it were just for the experience.

but when sophia was sitting at home back in london a while ago, jamal had come back to visit for a few days with florian for kai. the two footballers were in her living room one day, waiting for kai to come back from pracrice when she overheard a conversation.

she didn't get the details but all she knew is that jamal had his eyes set on someone that he's never spoken to. it sounded funny at first until the person started sounding oddly familiar, but she pushed it to the side until later that evening again. once again they were on the topic of relationships, and kai was telling jamal to let loose a little.

he was reluctant of course. “you guys got lucky, okay. I can't do that, girlfriend’s don't sure show up out of nowhere.”

“unless…” florian trailed off, hinting at an idea that jamal immediately cut off. “you're too picky.”

sophia hit him on the arm for that comment, feeling sorry for the younger boy. “don't listen to him, he's stupid.” she took a seat on the armrest of the couch beside kai. “start off simple. what do you look for in a partner? maybe I know someone.” that was supposed to be a joke.

he was put on the spot, not having much of a criteria because he wasn't picky. “I don't know,” he sighed. “I just need someone to talk to I guess, someone gentle— I've had my fair share of brutal women in my life. this is going to sound weird but someone warm–”

“dude what does that even mean? you're asking for a pillow,” kai said with a judgemental look thay florian mimicked. of course that earned him another slap on the shoulder.

jamal rolled his eyes. “your girlfriends hate you in secret just so by the way.”

“as if,” florian scoffed and sunk deeper into the couch cushion while kai turned to look up at sophia with pleading eyes although she avoided his gaze, an awkward laugh leaving her lips.

“someone smarter than me,” jamal spoke up and sophia stopped for a moment. “that would be fun. ugh, I don't know,” he groaned in frustration and ran his palms over his face, flushed in embarrassment. “I just need somebody to love without worrying about them trying to steal my money!”

florian choked on his laughter. “okay, justin bieber calm down now.”

sophia on the other hand was on the verge of leaping up and smacking herself for being so damn blind. because she did in fact, know someone.

the only issue was that she was dealing with two very stubborn individuals, one of which hated the idea of romantic relationships as a whole. but there was a plan, there always had to be a plan, and it started with planting the idea into noelle's mind, a single seed of possibility that would eventually plague her mind if it was watered enough.

jamal was easy, he liked her but sophia wasn't sure how much that silent infatuation and intrigue would get her. of course it all needed to happen naturally, but she was more than happy to be the catalyst.

“he has a really cute smile by the way, not to be weird or anything,” noelle stated out of the blue, her friends nodding in agreement at the sudden proclamation, their silent exchange of high fives beneath the blanket giving them hope.

and the seed was planted.

EL CLÁSICO GAME TIME IS CONFIRMED

🔥 Real Madrid vs Barça

⚔️ Matchday 11

📆 Saturday, October 26

⏰ 9:00 P.M. CEST

Everybody moved on but I'm still here

Literally

Team europe's strategy is literally "we have carlos" 😭😭😭😭

LETS GOOOOO

Where is Jannik's hair? 😭😭😭

WHY are we back to 2023 jannik hair

love song ♬— pt 1 [ J.M ]

pairings: jamal musiala x fem!oc

summary [please read]

genres: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, sports romance

[w.c: 2k] masterlist

notes: it's finally here!!! I hope you guys like it, because I swear as the story progresses you're going to fall in love with them xxx (I hope)

noelle braun sat in the crowded lecture hall, here eyes fixed on the clock as the minutes ticked by at a glacial pace. the air was heavy with the scent of coffee and ink, the oddly calming sound of textbook pages turning filling her senses.

all of this was a potent reminder that today marked the beginning of the end— the final thesis topic, the last hurdle before graduation, and the moment of truth that would make or break her academic career.

she had been looking forward to this moment for weeks, yet now that it was finally here, she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. their psychology professor and head of department, dr. braun stood at the front of the lecture hall with a stack of papers in her hand.

“today you will receive your thesis topics,” she announced and began handing out the reports to the respective students— a few groans and sighs of dread filling the air as she continued to pace the lecture hall.

"remember this is a milestone in your academic journey, and the first time that you haven't chosen your own topics for your research task.”

noelle's knee bounced eagerly as her professor neared her seat, passing a rubric to a learner down the row before finally playing the piece of paper gently on noelle's desk, her eyes widening in anticipation and expectation for a topic that would challenge her.

something that would get the gears in her head turning nonstop, something to feed her curious and knowledge hungry mind. noelle loved thinking. it was her favourite pastime, just simply taking a stroll through the streets of munich with her airpods in as her mind wandered.

but unfortunately that was not the case today. her eyes scanned over the thesis title written at the top of her page, a sinking feeling in her stomach swallowing her until she was drowning in a pool of disbelief.

her hands absentmindedly clutched the piece of paper, wrinkling the edges and her brows. the sound of the bell sounding signified the end of the lecture and day, the clock above reading 2:15 p.m. dr. braun continued to go on about their due dates and so on along with the turmoil of students that stampede their way out of the university to ffinally emerse themselves in the freedom of summer break.

it was only when the lecture hall was empty that noelle hurriedly grabbed her laptop and bag, her eyes narrowing as she approached her professor. the florescent lights overhead casted and unforgiving glare on the worn linoleum floor.

“romantic love?” she questioned dryly and held up the page in the air, the crumbled edges being enough of a telltale that she wanted to shred it.

from her position behind her desk dr. brauner let out a sigh and gave noelle a questioning look. “yes. explore the subjective experience of romantic love. it's a fascinating topic and I think that you'll find it quite rewarding.”

noelle had to bite her tongue in order to stop herself from being disrespectful. how was this supposed to be rewarding? she paused for a moment and watched as the older woman continued to pack her things away, her eagerness to get home evident.

she was just about to give up, a few steps forward but she couldn't settle for this. this was her entire grade on the line. “it's just that–” her shoulders squared, her eyes pleading as dr. brauner took a seat on the edge of her desk. “–I'm not comfortable with this topic, which means that I won't be able to do my best an–”

“–that's the point noelle.” dr. braun threw her hands into the air, a lighthearted smile on her face as she stared at the conflicted girl in front of her. “this is a learning experience. a reason for you to explore and get out of your comfort zone.”

noelle's jaw tightened. “I understand that but–”

“–then you don't understand if you have something more to say,” she shot noelle down and the girl was quiet, her lips slightly parted as she contemplated fighting.

the tension in the lecture hall was thick, noelle's throat constricting with every second she stood silent. she wasn't typically the type who liked arguing, she remained as much of a pacifist as she could. but now that her degree was on the line over a stupid theis topic, she was going to fight for it.

a heavy sigh came from dr. braun and she lifted herself from her desk to take a few steps closer to her daughter, her fingers brushing a few dark strands out of her face. a warm smile drew to her lips as she felt the girl ease under her touch. “I am not just saying this as your professor, but as your mother. I really think this could be good for you.”

“mama, how am I supposed to do a research paper on something that I've never experienced? i'm not interested,” noelle said barely above a whisper, embarrassment and slight irritation looming over her head.

she felt her mother gently squeeze her shoulder. “ella, this is not just about romantic love; it's about understanding human experience. and it's exactly because you're not interested that you need to do it.”

noelle’s face twisted, her mind racing with counterarguments, but her mother's expression remained unyielding. for a moment, they locked eyes, the tension palpable.

finally she looked away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “fine,” she muttered, the words bitter on her lips.

as she turned to leave, her mother's voice called out, “remember, growth happens outside of your comfort zone.”

noelle's eyes flashed with anger, but she bit back her retort, the words burning in her throat. she knew her mother was right, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

instead she pushed open the large campus door and let the munich summer air hit her face— much cooler than you'd expect as the crisp air brought her back to reality with a deep inhale and exhale. she looked down at the page in her hand one last time, the title mocking her.

the phenomenology of being in love: exploring the subjective feeling of being in love.

that thursday afternoon, noelle found herself in her usual post lecture spot— the local coffee shop not too far from campus. she felt down, unmotivated and… bleh. which meant that she needed one thing. coffee.

she pushed the door open, the bell over it ringing out as she stepped inside. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, immediately lifting her spirits. she made her way to the counter, where her friend, lauren, was working.

as usual her smiled beamed the second she caught sight of noelle, the familiar face giving her a reason to take her third break of the day. “I know that look,” lauren said with a sigh and started on noelle’s order without a word.

the glum university student managed a lopsided smile and sat down on one of the bar stools with her caramel macchiato in front of her within seconds. the two sat silently for a bit until noelle mustered up the energy to realise that the coffee shop was emptier than usual.

“where is everyone?” her gaze drifted to the booths in the far corner that were empty, the faint sound of music playing through the speakers. “is something happening today?”

from behind the counter lauren scoffed and continued to wipe down the table. “everyone is getting ready for tomorrow you idiot.”

when she didn't get a response lauren furrowed her brows in shock, initially waiting for noelle to catch on but she didn't. instead she took another silent sip of her coffee.

lauren let out a laugh of disbelief. “summer break means that it's international break.”

there was a beat of silence again which caused lauren to dramatically throw herself over the counter and slap her friend on the head. “the euros you dut!”

oh shit.

how could she forget?? it's been on her mind since the beginning of the year and she planned her entire summer around the football tournament. it was the whole reason she was banking on an “easy” thesis topic, so that it wouldn't consume all her time.

almost as if on cue noelle’s phone rang, making her jump up. “shit,” she cursed and gathered her things so that she could answer the call.

lauren watched in confusion as she scrambled her things together, barely being able to put her coat on properly as she answered the person on the other end of the line.

“I was just about to call you– yeah I just got out of my lecture.” the lie slipped past her lips easily, earning a judgmental look from lauren as she handed noelle the coffee and headed into the back to fetch something.

“I'm literally on my way to the airport right now– no I'm not lying. okay, bye I'll see you soon.”

noelle ended the call as quickly as she picked it up, and hastily grabbed her bag and coffee to make a beeline for the door she completely forget that she had to pick one of her friends up at the airport and somehow needed to be there in the next 20 minutes.

she was more than ready to get at least 3 speeding fines and–

she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes shut as she felt the liquid seep into the fabric of her sweatshirt and even on her skirt. just great.

“oh no, I'm so sorry!” the man infront of her exclaimed, as noelle tried her best to dry her jumper with the napkins on the counter.

“no, no it's fine! I'm just… really late!” she discarded the napkins carelessly, hoping that lauren would understand when she came back.

“wait, let me help you with that,” he said apologetically, trying to get some napkins to help noelle with the spill but she insisted that she was fine.

“are you sure okay?” he asked again, but she just brushed him off with an awkward laugh and a thumbs up, not giving a proper answer since she was running to the door again, her bag hanging on for dear life.

the stranger watched as she checked her phone again, her figure disappearing through the door and around the corner and surprisingly she bumped into someone as they were coming into the coffee shop again. but there was no time for apologies.

the new customer looked to the dumbfounded boy in front of him. “jamal, that girl that just bumped into me,” he turned to the door again, “sounded a lot like one of aaliyah's friends.”

the stranger now known as jamal let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. “I don't know any of your girlfriend's friends flo, but she bumped into me too.” he looked down at the ground where there was still some coffee. “I spilled coffee on her… kind of.”

florian took a few steps further into the empty coffee shop, his eyes squinting in confusions at the empty reception. he came here for coffee because aaliyah really liked this place for some reason, and so far he didn't see the hype or the employees.

he leant back on the counter to look at jamal who was still hung up on the coffee spill on the floor. “dude, she didn't even look me in the eye.” he let out a groan and put his hands on his head, “oh god she probably hates me!”

“she doesn't even know who you are stop stressing,” his friend replied but jamal was still stressing for whatever reason, letting his guilt get the best of him as usual. “it was aaliyah's friend that recommended this coffee shop too, the psych major–”

“–noelle, what the fuck?!”

the two customers jolted at the sound of the new voice, florian jumping up from the counter where the employee was stood with her eyes wide in anger and shock. and this just made jamal feel even worse.

“yeah that's her name, noelle,” the shorter of the two said and snapped his fingers, looking back at jamal with a smile but the boy looked as if he was ready to crawl into a hole and die.

note to self: apologise to noelle, the pysch major. (double check with sophia)

Saur cute 🥰

A week away - Jude Bellingham Series (part 3)

Series summary: Reader and Jude’s families make friends at an all inclusive resort. Reader dislikes Jude given his less-than-sparkling reputation and having been hurt by boys like him before, and he’s determined that he can change her mind in a week. What will happen in A week away, will Jude succeed in his mission in only 7 days? Or, will reader resist his charm?

Chapter Summary: Both families take a trip to the beach after stopping off at a supermarket, where someone makes a bold assumption that changes readers opinion of Jude.

A/n: series masterlist and moodboard

Part One, Part Two

Day Three - Beach day

You woke up to the sound of your alarm this morning, having gone off at 8:30am. You got dressed, a swim suit with a coverup over the top, tied your hair up and out of your face, and slathered yourself in suncream.

You had the same breakfast as the day before, yoghurt and granola (you did get the fruit pot but Jude stole it…again), before you were rushed out the resort to where you are now, standing in the early morning sun waiting for the mini bus you had hired for the day.

Well, your families had hired for the day.

The parents were stood in a group together, Jobe and your brother were looking at something on the former’s phone, and you and Jude where left together once more. Much to your annoyance.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks with his hands shoved in his pockets and his attention directed towards you.

You look over to him, black swim shorts on and a black button up shirt draped loosely over his shoulders, the buttons were undone though giving you a good view of his sculpted torso.

“I did, thank you. Did you?” You ask him, seen as though it’s the only thing that can entertain you at present.

“Yeah, woke up a bit cold but oh well” he says, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose.

“Yeah the aircon is quite powerful I guess” you nod, slightly agreeing with his statement.

“I didn’t even have it on that powerful though” he says, taking a hand out of his pocket and biting the skin around his nails. You’d noticed that his hands weren’t the neatest, perhaps it was a habit of his.

“Really? I always sleep with the aircon on quite powerful. I like the noise as well as the cool air” you reply, holding a hand up to your forehead to shield your eyes from the sun, Jude watches as you do so.

“That’s another thing I don’t like, the sound of it. I have to sleep in dead silence or I just can’t do it” he says and you laugh at that.

“Contrary much?” You retort, he gives a little smile before looking at the ground and kicking at a little stone that was by his feet.

Before you can even realise what’s going on, the stone has rolled perfectly between the tiny gap between your shoes.

Your mouth parts in shock and feigned annoyance as he pumps his fist in the air in celebration, quietly so as to not draw attention to you both.

“You’re such a little rascal” you reply, stepping back wards and getting the stone. You try and kick it, but it just rolls under your shoe somehow. Your lips pull into a straight line as Jude tries his best not to laugh at you. How chivalrous.

“Come on! You can do better than that” He suggests, gesturing for you to try again. This time, he even parts his feet to give you a wider gap.

You try again, pulling your foot back before making contact with the stone. It begins to roll, roll, roll before eventually making its way through the gap.

“Yes!” You say, perhaps a little louder than you’d anticipated given everyone has turned to look at you.

Jude ignores their glances though as he simply holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Good game, good game” he says and you reach out to accept his hand.

The touch makes you smile as you look into his eyes, his sunglasses now resting on the top of his head.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was, but that didn’t mean you had to like him.

As your hands remain clasped together in a shake, the mini van pulls up in front of you.

“Right kids, everyone in the van” Mark says as he grabs Denise’s bag and stacks it in the boot. Your dad does the same.

At some point in this time, your hands have separated and at the absence of the warmth, you reach down to grab your bag.

Upon feeling nothing, you look up to see that Jude has already grabbed it and is walking towards the boot.

Quickly, you seize the opportunity and kick the stone through his parted legs as he walks. You see the despair on his face as he watches the stone roll in front of him after going through.

He turns to you, to see you with a big, proud smile on your face.

“2-1” you say to him, sticking your tongue out and getting in the back seat of the van, him joining you on a little row a few seconds later.

Everyone piles inside the large vehicle, Mark in the front next to the driver, your mum, Denise and your dad in the row behind, Jobe and your brother behind them, and finally, you and Jude right at the back.

You definitely wouldn’t have picked this seat if you’d known he was going to sit next to you, although you shouldn’t be surprised since he’s been following you like a lost puppy for a while. The 6’3 man next to you is taking up so much room, it’s hard not to get claustrophobic, especially with his man-spreading (you can’t help but to shake your head at that).

“Ten minutes until we are at the supermarket” your dad announces to everyone else.

At this, you pull out your book and begin to read.

You get two minutes of peace and quiet, as much as you can in a highly populated vehicle, before you feel a presence a little too close for comfort.

You side eye him as you look up briefly from your page.

“Can I help you?” You ask, Jude’s face uncomfortably close to your own as you turn to the side, not quite anticipating just how close he’d be.

“Yeah, if you could just angle the book slightly towards me, that would be great” he says after he pauses to look over your face, likely also not realising how close he’d gotten.

You scoff as his finger tentatively reaches to the left page of your book and presses down, you unwillingly having to angle it better at him.

You thank the lord that nothing particularly embarrassing is on the page at this moment, as he begins to read with you.

You don’t manage to read that much, given his proximity and feeling the warmth of him on your neck, to the point that he requests for you to speed up so you can turn the page. The audacity.

It’s not long until you arrive at the supermarket, the taxi man pulling into a bay and letting you all pile out of it. You place your book on your seat before jumping out to join everyone else in the shade caused by the supermarket’s foyer.

You watch as Denise appears to be doing a headcount making you smile, you look to Jude to see him looking at you with a smile while shaking his head at his mum.

“Is it best to split up? Get different things in groups so we spend less time moping around and more time on the beach?” Your mum says, to which everyone else agrees.

“Parents can get main dishes, the disposable barbecue and plastic utensils. The youngsters can get the snacks, as long as you boys are sensible” Denise says as she points at your brother and Jobe, before turning to you and Jude. “The two of you are in charge of drinks, if that’s okay?” she says smiling at you both.

You see Jude turn to you, his hands in his pockets as he waits for your approval, as much as he wants to spend time with you, he doesn’t want to crowd you too much.

You look at everyone else seeming happy with that suggestion, so you swallow your pride and nod at her.

“Perfect” she says before going off to get a trolley for the adults.

Jobe and your brother follow suit with a trolley of their own, and Jude follows a few paces behind.

You stay stood in place, watching as he goes to get it. Seeing Jude in such a domestic situation seems vastly different to how you usually see him in the media. It was strange, but you liked it.

“You coming?” He asks, while holding the trolley in one hand and gesturing for you to walk next to him with the other.

“I guess so” you reply, walking next to him. Your legs have to move a little quicker to stay by his side.

As the doors slide open to the entrance of the supermarket, the air conditioning hits you making you breathe a sigh of relief, Jude smiles at this as he sees it from the corner of his eye.

“They left quickly” he references your families that have dispersed amongst the many aisles of produce.

“Yeah, guess my mum meant it when she said no dawdling” you laugh and he does too, still pushing the currently empty trolley.

“So…do we tackle alcohol first or” he starts as he directs the two of you to the drink section.

You mockingly scoff.

“What?” He laughs too, though he’s not sure what he’s laughing at yet.

“I thought athletes weren’t allowed alcohol?” You say with a teasing smile on your face. Jude hasn’t seen it often, but it’s a sight he knows he wants to see more.

“I’m that selfless, you’ll come to know, that I just think of everyone else first” he taunts you as he pushes the trolley down the alcohol aisle.

“I’m going to ignore that comment. So what do your parent like to drink? Maybe just get a bottle for each parent, obviously to share but just to make sure that we get something everyone likes” you suggest, still biting away the smile that’s fighting to form. Jude really was charming, that’s one thing the media hasn’t gotten wrong.

“Sounds cool.” He says before putting a crate of beer and a bottle of white wine in the trolley.

You grab a bottle of red wine, for your dad, and a bottle of rosé, for your mum, before placing that in the trolley as well.

“What about the boys? What does Jobe like?” You ask, looking up at him (literally, up, given his height).

“I’ll probably just share that crate of beer with my dad. If your brother likes beer then maybe we should get a crate for them too?” He reaches for an identical crate to the one in the trolley and waits for your approval to place it alongside the other one.

“Perfect” you say.

“Just you now, my dear” he replies, gesturing to the entirety of the aisle.

You hate making decisions. You’ve always been massively indecisive, so having to choose only one thing out of hundreds in a time limit is quite possibly your worst nightmare.

“Hmm” you say, filling the silence as your eyes rake over the rows and rows of cans and bottles.

“Will this do?” Jude says after a few minutes of patiently waiting for you, staring at your form.

You look over your shoulder to find him standing there, one large hand holding a four pack of ready made mojitos in cans.

You’re really trying your best not to like him, but he makes it almost impossible.

You smile at him before nodding and watching as he places them in the trolley.

“Thank you” you almost whisper as a little smile forms on his face, proud of himself.

“You must think I’m an alcoholic with the amount of mojitos I’ve been having-” you start, and he begins to laugh and shake his head in denial before someone interrupts you.

“Jude, can I have a picture?” A quiet voice says, the both of you turn to see a little boy, his mum a few paces behind, standing shyly while playing with his fingers.

He looks adorable, wide eyes staring tentatively at the young man towering over him.

“Sure! What’s your name?” Jude asks as he bends to his knees to be at a similar height to the boy.

“Marcos” he says quietly, his chin touching his chest and he looks to his mum for reassurance.

“That’s a great name! Let’s take a few pictures shall we?” Jude smiles brightly at the boy before gently turning the latter around to face his mum.

The pair smile at the phone camera pointing at them as you jump out the way and behind the mum, not wishing to be plastered all over social media tomorrow.

“Thank you” the little boy says before running to his mum and the pair walk away.

Jude gets up from the ground and reclaims the trolley.

You don’t know what you expected, but you are suddenly very aware that you are stood in the middle of the supermarket with Jude Bellingham, England and Real Madrid football player. What the fu-

“You okay?” He asks, standing by your side.

“Yeah. That was really sweet” you say, and he waves the comment off with his hand. Right, he goes through this everyday.

“Kalimera! You two are very sweet” you turn to see a little old lady on the other side of the aisle.

You and Jude side eye each other before deciding it’s best to just go along with it.

“Thank you” you say and Jude nods in agreement at your statement.

“How long have you been together” she says, and your heart drops. Oh.

It’s silent for a moment, the two of you stopped in your tracks.

“Oh no-” Jude starts.

“We aren’t-” you say at the same time as him.

The both of you sighing at the awkwardness before Jude says something you don’t expect after your prior fumble.

“Seven months” he replies, sticking an arm over your shoulders and smiling brightly.

You go slightly frigid at his touch but then the old lady nods and walks away after complimenting you once more.

“Well…” you say at the awkwardness that’s consumed the both of you.

He removes his arm, a feeling you stupidly begin to miss, before laughing at you.

“I doubt she knows who I am, and it was the quickest way to get her to go” he says and you nod, slightly impressed at his quick thinking.

“Is seven months the longest relationship you’ve ever been in?” You tease in reference to the media’s impression that he has a new girl every month (which you may or may not believe), to which you receive a light jab in the waist.

“Rude” he scoffs, feigning offence. “That’s a long time” he jests.

“You two ready?” You hear your dad shout from the end of the aisle and you look to see everyone else standing there, their trolleys stacked.

“Blimey” you say, looking at the amount of stuff they have.

“Yep” Jude replies, before pushing the trolley to reunite with everyone else.

“We got a ball” Jobe says to Jude, holding up a little rainbow football.

“Well, it is June!” You joke, but you just get three blank faces staring at you. Okay…

You all empty the contents of your trolleys onto the conveyor, your mum and Denise apologising to the cashier at the volume of stuff.

It takes an age, but eventually, everything is scanned and packed.

You feel a hand on your back, moving you gently. You watch as Jude reaches over you and taps his credit card on the card machine before anyone else can reach it.

“Thank you, Darling” Denise says to Jude as everyone else says the same.

By the time you’ve got to the bags, all of them have been picked up by everyone else, leaving you and Jude bagless and walking behind again out to the taxi.

“Jude, that’s crazy that must’ve been so expensive. Do you not want to split it?” Your eyes are still wide and your mouth is slightly agape in shock, you can’t even fathom spending that much in one go.

“Y/n..” he trails your name off, giving you a pointed look.

Right. Footballer money.

“Well thank you, you really didn’t have to do that” you say, on behalf of your entire family.

“I wanted too” he shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Still” you say, looking at him sternly so he knows you’re serious.

“You’re welcome” he acknowledges you, and to that you smile before getting back in the mini van, with him by your side.

Unfortunately, you’re starting to think his mission is succeeding.

“To the beach!” Mark says as he turns the radio on.

It’s only a short drive to the beach, most of the journey having been completed before the supermarket.

Jude continues to annoy you by reading your book, but to be quite truthful, you found peace in it and you relaxed into the feeling of his proximity.

You knew you shouldn’t though, passing it off as a simple moment of weakness.

Once again, you all pile out of the mini van as you grab deck chairs, the shopping, and towels before heading onto the sand.

You were already behind the rest of the group as you struggle to carry the two large chairs you’d been given, but the gap is even further increased when you stop to take off your shoes just before the sand.

There’s something so unnatural about being anything other than barefoot on the beach, and you didn’t particularly like that either.

You think you’ll have to jog a little to catch up to anyone, but you look up after taking off your shoes to see Jude.

He was stood a few metres ahead of you, looking at the beach casually as he waits for you.

You thought it was sweet, but then you bury that feeling when you remember why he’s acting like this. He’s only trying to make you like him to prove himself right, to feed his large ego. Right?

You walk a little quicker until you catch up to him, muttering a quiet thank you.

You join the rest of the group, enjoying a comfortable silence.

Fortunately, there are two large umbrellas sheltering four sun beds from the sun for you to set up camp around.

Of course, the parents get the sun beds as you, Jude, Jobe and your brother are left with towels in the sand.

You immediately get your suncream out, putting a thin layer on and taking off your cover up. You lie back on your now spread out towel and close your eyes, letting the sound of waves lapping at the beach sooth you.

It takes all of two seconds for someone to lay their towel next to yours, and you don’t have to look to know who it is.

“What a lovely spot you’ve selected” that now familiar deep voice suggests.

“Yeah, chose it because it was peaceful. Guess it’s lost that part of its appeal now” you reply, eyes closed.

“Ouch” he says, but you can almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Do you need some suncream?” You ask, upon hearing no response, you open your eyes to see him looking at you as though you’ve killed his family.

“What?” You say defensively, holding the bottle out towards him.

“I don’t need suncream, I want a tan” he says, pointing at the places on his upper arms that are slightly lighter than the rest of his skin, ah the good old T-shirt tan.

You have to withhold a laugh, “Jude, suncream doesn’t stop you tanning. It slows the process, sure. But it also slows aging and you know, getting skin cancer?” You reply, watching as he roles his eyes.

He’s about to open his mouth and reply before you hear another voice interrupting you both.

“She’s right. Suncream on please, Jude.” Denise says as she looks at him, her sunglasses lowered on her nose to her eyes are scowling at him.

You silently thank her.

“Ugh” Jude huffs before taking the bottle and applying the tiniest amount onto his hands before haphazardly tapping it into his skin.

“Seriously?” You say, him turning to look at you.

“I hate this stupid stuff, it’s sticky and white and gross” he says, but pauses when he realised how that sounds.

He side eyes you and scoffs when he sees the smirk forming on your face.

“Don’t.” He says, his face more serious than you’ve ever seen.

You simply hold your hands up before taking out your book and starting to read again.

You don’t typically like the beach, sand getting everywhere, the sun being too hot, a slight fear of the ocean…but today, you were actually really enjoying it.

It’s warm, the sun is at full beam, yet there’s a cool breeze blowing gently over your skin making the temperature just right.

Fortunately, Jude has picked up a book of his own so while you’re reading laying on your front, he’s doing the same only a metre away from you on his back.

Drinks are passed round in little plastic cups as snacks make their way round as well, keeping you both hydrated, fed, and a little bit tipsy. Perfect.

Your book is starting to get good when you suddenly feel a sharp impact on your back. The pain present momentarily, but the shock alerts your whole body.

You turn your head to see Jobe and your brother staring guiltily.

“Can you give the ball back please?” Your brother asks.

“Are you for real?” You reply, looking back at him with an open mouth. “You just hit me and you want me to get the ball back for you?” You scoff.

You hear movement next to you as Jude pushes himself up from his towel and jogs a little to get the ball.

“Oh no” you hear Jobe say, his tone sounding largely concerned.

“What?” Your brother replies.

“He used to do this all the time, whenever I’d hit the ball at him when he wasn’t expecting, he’d run at me and pelt the ball at like a million miles an hour. It really hurt” he says and before you can even register what he’s saying, he’s sprinting off towards the ocean, running the short distance of sand and heading towards the waves.

Your brother takes after him, the two of them running and giggling like little kids making you smile.

“Watch this” Jude says from beside you with an excited grin on his face, he makes sure you are watching him before he takes off sprinting after them.

You’ve watched him play before on TV, mainly as he’s so hard to avoid, so you knew how quick he could be. But, seeing it in person was a different story.

He’s caught up to them quicker that you expected him too and you watch as he throws the ball on the ground a few metres ahead of him, takes a few skip-like steps, and kicks the ball with so much force that you can hear the impact from all the way back where you’re lying down, given the distance he’s just put between the two of you.

The ball smacks Jobe square in the back, his squeal making you laugh, before it bounces off his back and onto your brothers front. Half the physical impact but twice the impact on your growing laughter.

Jude turns back to you to see you hysterically laughing, him unable to stop his own laughs at seeing you so happy as a result of your brothers pain.

Jude then apologises to your brother, laughing as he does so.

“I’ll forgive you, if you play football with us” your brother attempts to bargain and Jude seems to purse his lips, before nodding.

Your book is long forgotten as you watch the three of them kick the ball they’d bought around for a bit. Eventually, Mark and your dad join in, leaving your mum asleep on her sunbed, and yourself and Denise watching along.

Your gaze gets trapped on Jude, unable to look away as his contracting muscles practically hypnotise you as he effortlessly runs circles around everyone. You think his serious concentration face is incredibly attractive, but you could never admit that out loud. You really hated that you were starting to fall for him, like everyone else in the world.

Before your admiration can continue, Denise moves onto Jude’s spread out towel next to you, sitting down and propping herself up on her elbows mirroring you.

“Hello” you smiles at her, receiving a bright smile in return as you both watch her eldest son.

“He’s very good” you say, “actually both Jude and Jobe are” you attempt to fill the silence, unsure as to why she’s sat next to you.

“They really are. Unfortunately for me, all the three of them talk about is football” she laughs, looking at her three boys.

You laugh as well, “I’m sure”.

“So, I haven’t really had the chance to speak to you, I’ve spoken to everyone else in your family. Lovely people by the way” she returns the compliments.

“Yeah they are. I’m sorry about that, I’ve been really tired over the past few weeks. I’ve not long finished University for the summer, the exams have almost killed me off” you joke, but it was been really hard for you.

“Bless you. Don’t worry about it at all, I just want to get to know you so when our families meet up outside of this holiday, I can see how you change every time, like an old grandma” she jokes and at that statement your eyes widen and dart to Jude, who’s just high-fived your dad for an assist he’d provided for a goal just scored. You smile and Denise watches you.

“Yeah, that will be nice” you laugh at her joke.

“I often wonder what it would be like if Jude and Jobe had gone to University, and not pursued football. Or what would’ve happened if football hadn’t worked out for both of them” she says, taking in the sun rays, although you’re sure she’s had a lot given she lives in Spain.

“They both seem quite outgoing, at peace with themselves, confident. So, I’d imagine they both would’ve flourished there. But what you’ve done for both of those boys is incredible, from what I’ve heard in the media” you say, lifting your sunglasses off from your face.

“Jude hasn’t been like this for a while. Nor has Jobe. Jobe found it really difficult when Jude left for Germany, not having an older brother in the house all of a sudden was a strange adjustment” she explains, you look at Jobe who is now celebrating with your brother.

“My parents said the same about my brother. They said he was quiet for a few months after I left for University. It broke my heart hearing about it, knowing there was nothing I could do. But now he’s going himself in September” you smile, a sadness in your tone as you recount the first time you left for Uni.

“He seems like the type to love it. Maybe you can both visit each others University cities and go out on nights out together” she suggests, a smile on her face. At this suggestion, you start to laugh which makes her laugh.

“No, okay” she surrenders, as does your laughter, leaving bright smiles on both of your faces.

“But Jude hasn’t been the same either. Especially since he moved to Real Madrid. He’s become for shy, you know? A little bit for reserved. I don’t know whether it’s because he couldn’t really speak the language, but I think it’s mostly the media’s fault. They just focus on every little thing that he does, it’s quite exhausting for him. These last few days have been the only time I’ve seen him act like himself for over a year, and I think I know why” she says, her eyes looking directly into yours.

Your cheeks grow slightly hot, and not from the sun. You have to break the gaze as your heart skips slightly at her implication.

“I think you’ve made him happy again” she reiterates, and you bite your lip, pondering the matter, and what to say next.

Luckily, you don’t have to say anything as the topic of discussion arrives in front of you, blocking the sun.

“Are you two ladies okay?” He asks, sitting himself down on the end of his towel where his mum isn’t sitting.

She nods, but all you can do is look at him. His face that you once thought was that of an arrogant, overly confident man, was now seeming kind, warm, and familiar.

Just his gaze made you feel a little bit warmer, you’d even go so far as to say happier.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to fall for Jude Bellingham…

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A/n: Here’s part 3! Let me know if you liked it, feel free to discuss the series in my asks section on my profile <3

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OMG WHAT WAS THAAAAAAAAAT

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IL PREDESTINATO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me patiently waiting for pedri's hair to grow back

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I love my club fr

we’re playing beautiful football, seamless and with a purpose, scored 7-0 goals and still were hungry for another. in tears fr. i recognize my club again.

pedri is who these other midfielders wish they were ❤️

nothing makes me happier than an underperforming real madrid

Ate as always

-> first class | aurelien tchouameni

part one | genre: smut 18+ minors dni

aurelien t. x black!fem!reader

authors note: this is for the president of the aurelien fan club & who has been so patient 🤍 @trenterprise | loosely proofed

summary: aurelien had never forgotten you and when he saw you, he made sure to keep an eye on your for the few days you were there and before you left, he made his move and his intentions clear.

From the moment you opened your eyes, you felt the severity of the consequences of drinking too much and not eating enough, hit you like a truck. Even though you were stationary and laying flat on your stomach, you felt the world spinning under you. There was no ignoring the headache that you had or the feeling of unease in your stomach which you knew to be a result of one too many drinks. With your eyes squeezed shut, you reached for the side table that held your phone and water but you were met with nothingness. As you peeled open your eyes you began to realize you weren’t in Kim’s guest bedroom. Your heart skipped as you took in your surroundings.

The room was unfamiliar, large, and freezing cold. You sat up and examined your surroundings with a bit more intensity and you slapped your hand over your mouth in realization and relief - you were at Aurelien’s house. From the decor and set up of the room, it was clear that this was Aurelien’s primary bedroom. There was no clear sign that he also slept in the bedroom with you which left you wondering where he could be. It also left you wondering if you slept with him and didn’t remember.

You reached for your phone in urgency when the reality of your flight back home crossed your mind - the time read two hours past your departure. You missed your flight. Between the headache and not knowing what happened last night made tears well in your eyes. It was silly to be crying but you hated when things didn’t go as planned.

Kim and Jalen both had blown up your phone and you shot them a message to let them know you were okay. Kim replied immediately and asked if she needed to come get you. You told her to wait for a while before you decided if you needed her to come, unsure of what flight you were going to be able to book.

You pulled your heavy limbs out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom, hoping to refresh yourself and get a handle on what happened last night. When you flicked on the light you noticed that there were toiletries set out on the counter, presumably for you. You also noticed the oversized t-shirt that covered the majority of your body that very obviously belonged to Aurelien. It smelled like him - the perfect blend of his cologne and natural scent. You walked back out to the room to grab your phone when you noticed a set of clothes folded neatly in a lounge chair. It appeared to be more of your size than his shirt and you couldn’t help but wonder why Aurelien had women’s sized clothing readily available at his home. Regardless, you were going to wear it instead of the tiny dress you partied in last night.

You ran the shower to get some type of noise in the room because it was eerily quiet and you wanted to call Kim on FaceTime and freak the fuck out.

“Good morning sunshine.” She answered from bed. Kim looked just as hungover as you felt. You propped your phone on the bathroom counter and let her examine your current state.

“Kim!”

She leaned in a bit closer and took in the view. You reached your arms out and pulled on the t-shirt. You were in sheer disbelief of where you ended up and you knew she was ecstatic.

“Oh girl, what did you get into?” She giggled.

“I literally don’t know.”

“What did he say this morning?”

“I haven’t seen him yet.”

“I wish you could’ve seen yourself. You were holding onto him like he was your man.” She stuck her tongue out between her teeth, “and he was smiling from ear to ear.”

“Oh god.” You groaned, cupping your face. “What am I going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“First of all, my flight is gone. I overslept. I’m at his house with none of my stuff and I have no idea where he is.”

“Stop stressing. I don’t think he would take you home knowing you had a flight and then not help you out.”

I’ll take care of it, he’d said.

“Keep me updated, okay? I need to get up and start packing myself. But if you need to stay another night at mine, it’s no problem.” Kim said in reference to her and Jalen’s annual postseason vacation. You nodded and let her know that you owed her big time and that you would also not be partying with her anymore.

——

When you made it downstairs you were surprised to hear the tiny yap of a puppy followed by the sound of its feet trotting across the floor. The house was immaculate and spacious and it seemed to take the puppy forever to make it to you. You immediately took to the dog and squatted to rub on him. He was young but he was massive. He gnawed at your wrist playfully and you instigated with him, pushing him around lightly. You took in the space, surprised by the warmth of his home. It wasn’t a stereotypical

“He likes you.” A voice bellowed across the living room. You turned your attention towards Aurelien and tried to hold your composure because he was barely dressed. His shorts were dangerously low and although he pulled them up as he walked towards you, they still sank lower on his waistline. Aurelien took the towel that was hanging from the waistband of his shorts and wiped his face. The dog took off towards Aurelien and began nipping at his feet.

“Think so?” You tried to remain casual. You crossed your arms over your bra-less chest. You took the clothes he set out for you and you were thankful that they fit. But with what you wore last night, you hadn’t worn a bra. Simply a thong and pasties. As you covered yourself you became increasingly aware that you were in his house, in his clothes, with nothing on underneath. You were also aware that he was half dressed too and your previous sleepy state was charged with desire.

“Zeus usually hates girls.” Aurelien laughed and picked up the large dog. Every single muscle in Aurelien’s body flexed as he picked up the dog and held him over his shoulder like a baby.

“How many girls have come over for you to figure that out?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

“Mmm considering that he hated my mom and my chef, only two.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes in response because you didn’t fully believe it. “Hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” You said as he put down Zeus who immediately took to being alongside you. Aurelien beckoned you to follow him to the kitchen and Zeus nudged your hand the entire walk over. You would have entertained the dog if you, yourself, weren’t entertained and in a trance over Aurelien’s bareback. His body was undeniably sexy. Imagining how many women got to have this view made you frown and you wished it didn’t.

“So all of this,” you circled your finger around to emphasize the fact his house was massive. “Is it just for you?”

“Mainly for my family. They visit often.” He said and filled the reservoir with water before hitting the brew button. Aurelien leaned on the counter and did the first time that morning , you were met with his gorgeous smile and gaze. When he looked at you, you felt giddy all over.

Aurelien set the finished coffee pot on the counter and pushed a mug and creamer towards you which you gladly accepted. You were going to need an ungodly amount of caffeine to make it through the day, especially if you were killing time with Aurelien. He stared at you as you blew on the hot drink and then took a sip.

“Good?”

“Perfect.” You released a little moan of pure pleasure which he thought was funny.

“I had fun last night.” His muscles were on full display as he leaned on the counter. “Did you?”

“Mhm…” you took another sip to avoid being the one who was going to bring up what happened last night. You didn’t want to give off the impression that you didn’t enjoy yourself but you didn’t want to skip over the events of last night. You eyed him over the tilted rim of the mug.

“We didn’t have sex,” Aurelien reassured you. “You were asleep halfway here.” He pushed off the counter and walked around the island to stand next to you. You’d be a fool to act as if you were not taking a mental photo of him at this moment to remember how fine he was.

“I don’t remember what the hell happened.”

“I took care of you, that's all that mattered.”

“Thank you, Aurelién.

“Anything for you, belle.

“Anything?” You fluttered your lashes and set down your mug.

“Anything.” He reassured you with curiosity filled eyes.

“What if I asked you to take me back to Kim’s?” You asked. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes but he nodded before asking you to give him time to shower and change.

——

The state that you left Kim’s guest room in made you question who the hell you were 24 hours prior. Your makeup was strewn across the bathroom counter along with a lipstick covered wine glass. That wine was a precursor to a night of unusual endings. Even as you hurried to pick your stuff you couldn’t push the thought of Aurelien out of your mind. He was in Kim’s living room waiting for you. You told him that he didn’t need to stay, that you would call an Uber to the airport but he said that was “ridiculous” and “there’s no way I'm letting you pay for an Uber.” So he got cozy on the living room couch and was occupying himself until you were ready.

The entire ride to Kim’s house was filled with comfortable silence. You shamelessly glanced at Aurelien with his white tee, one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other hand rubbing his jaw.

Aurelien mesmerized you. He had to have known by the way he smirked whenever he caught your eye and he wasn’t shy about him looking you over either. You noticed his eyes kept falling towards the Real Madrid crest that was conveniently located across your braless chest. You wished you hadn’t run into him at the basketball game, purely for the sake of your sanity. Your heart was beating out of control just at the thought of him kissing you and nearly exploding remembering how good it felt to be held around the waist by him. The ease of his touch and the fact he was shameless about his affection was sexy and when you saw the disappointment in other women’s faces over you capturing his attention, you were sickly satisfied.

Your phone lit up from a call, which you answered without glancing at who it was, immediately shoving it between your ear and shoulder to keep your hands free to pack.

“Hey, are you okay? I got a notification that you were at the house.” Kim’s voice came through the line.

“Yeah. I’m good, I’m packing right now.”

“Great, when’s your flight out?”

“I haven’t figured that part out quite yet.” You admitted as you picked up a bikini and tossed it into your suitcase.

“Isn’t that the whole point of you being at my place? To pack?” Kim chuckled and you rolled your eyes at the statement.

“I haven’t gotten around to it but I saw a few leaving about three to four hours from now. I’ll make it home at a decent time if I can book one of those.” You said defensively. The responsible part of you seemingly disappeared over your trip to Spain.

“J and I will be boarding soon but seriously, if you need to stay for a few days you know you can.”

“I wish I could but I have to get back to work.” You groaned just thinking about putting on work attire and walking back into your office as if you didn’t spend a weekend partying with people who made more money than you would ever see in your lifetime. It was a humbling experience each time you went home. “Oh, Aurelién is here with me, by the way. I hope that’s okay?” You held your breath.

“Why is Aurelien there?” Kim whispered as if he could hear her voice and in a paranoid fashion, you walked over to close the door for good measure. “Give me the important stuff, details later.”

Once you were finished with your synopsis of the night, Kim sighed in disappointment. She proceeded to call you boring and no fun at all. Kim loved to pick on you, saying that you were hard to get but that was exactly how you wanted to be. You owed no part of yourself to anyone and that was not going to change — no matter what the relationship status was. Although, as you told her about your night, the idea of being underneath Aurelien sounded dreamy. It was glaringly obvious that you were falling into dangerous territory.

“If you like, I love it.” Kim settled after she finished her name calling. You loved her to death. She was the big sister you wanted. When you met her while she was studying abroad, it was like you met the other half of you.

“Don’t have too much fun out there in Turks, Kimmy.” You teased her.

“I love you! Don’t forget to text me when you’re leaving okay?”

“I love you too, talk to you soon. Bye.”

You pulled your phone away from your ear and tossed it on the bed. You turned around, letting out an embarrassing shriek at the sight of Aurelien casually standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, I wanted to ask you something.” He leaned against the doorway.

“What’s up?” You turned your back to him and continued to shove your things into your suitcase. The amount of laundry you would have to do when you arrived home was going to be a bitch.

“Did you book your flight?”

“Ugh, no not yet. I’ve got a few more things then I’ll check in again, the last I looked was on our way over.”

“Hmm…” Aurelien scanned you from head to toe and around the room before nodding, “do you need help?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

“You know where I’ll be.” He said with a soft smile

“Help yourself to anything, by the way.” You called out as he walked away.

By the time you were all packed to go and in a fresh outfit, you felt a small sense of relief and a bit more control of the situation than before. Your head was deep in your phone as you walked into the living room, fishing through pages of airlines trying to find the best ticket possible for you and your bank account. You were more than financially stable but you were that way because you were frugal but, as you scrolled on, there were very limited options that were fiscally responsible.

You bent one knee on the couch near Aurelien who was distracted by his own phone, sighing at the decision of having to take what was available. It hurt to think about it but it was best.

“What’s wrong, amour?” Aurelien’s face was in a deep frown at your sighing.

“All of these flights are so expensive.” You mumbled and held back on hitting ‘purchase’.

“Oh, that’s no problem.” He said and it didn’t really register in your mind. “What do you usually fly?”

He was surprised by the airline that you called your favorite.

“Aht, don’t do that,” you giggled, “not all of us are rich by kicking a ball.” You rolled your eyes and sat on your legs.

“Hmm, are you sure that’s what you want to fly?” Aurelien asked without looking away from his phone.

“Yeah, why?”

“I think this is better.” He put his phone out for you to look at his suggestion. You leaned over to look and saw that wasn’t a suggestion, but a whole damn first class ticket.

“Oh my god that’s so expensive. I cannot pay that.”

“It’s not.” Aurelien said simply. “You have to get home?”

“Yeah but spending half my rent is crazy.”

“Who said you were paying for it?” Aurelien cocked his head back and your mouth dropped.

“Aurelien you cannot be serious.”

“I’m not letting you pay for the flight when you overslept because of me.”

“And I’m not letting you pay for my flight because it’s way too much. Seriously, I’ll use my rewards points and money,” You began to ramble anxiously but Aurelien’s face was unchanging.

“Amour,” Aurelien said smoothly and calmly. “It’s not a question.”

“It’s not happening.”

“It is. What time do you want to leave?”

“Aurelien!” You groaned.

“The latest flight is tonight but I’m sure you want to get home before then, no?”

“Aurelién Tchouameni.” You said slowly and narrowed your eyes at him. The smirk on his face was not a good sign. There was no way in hell that you were going to let him pay for you.

“I like when you say my name.” He laughed.

“I would like it if you'd listen.” You scoffed.

“Seriously,” Aurelien said, his hand resting on your thigh as he pleaded his case. You stared him down in hopes that your eyes could command how much you wanted him to listen.

“Seriously.”

“I took care of you last night, let me take care of you now.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

“Money means nothing if it’s about you.”

Aurelien said it so smoothly that it sent sparks through your body and you knew that you were going to give in. You could tell he knew it too by the way his lips lifted up slightly.

“Okay.” You whispered, feeling breathless at the thought of the amount of money he was spending on you. You weren’t even dating him but he was always considering you and what you wanted - but you never had to want for something too long because it seemed like he would give you anything.

“What time do we need to leave?” You asked, unsure of what else to say. Aurelien’s eyes dropped down to his phone then back to you.

“Maybe about two hours from now.” Aurelien replied, his hand still resting comfortably on your thigh. You loved feeling the pad of his fingers sliding across your skin and before you knew it, there were goosebumps on your skin. “Cold?’ He asked.

“No, not at all.” You bit your lip and studied the movement of his fingers and found yourself imagining that very same movement deep inside of you. You hadn’t slept with anyone in a while and it was truly catching up with you. Last night you thought the liquor was the reason behind your serious case of lust but as you sat here with Aurelien, you realized that it was purely just him that made you loopy with desire.

From the way he walked, how he carried himself, the ease of his voice whenever he spoke and how you looked at you. It was impossible to not want him. You loved the curve of his top lip and wondered if it was still as soft as you remembered. If he still kissed you like you were the best thing he ever tasted.. As you fantasized about him and what he could do, you came to reality and thought about what you could do. Without a second thought, you got on your knees and kissed him.

For a moment he was unmoving and uncertain of what he should do but, once you let your hand cup around the back of his neck, you were met with the energy and enthusiasm. He tasted better than you remembered — that random kiss from months ago could not compare. You slid your tongue into his mouth with ease and he was audibly pleased by it. You leaned in deeper trying to satisfy your hunger for him. Aurelien pulled away from you and you immediately panicked.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said softly.

“Do what?”

“This.” He motioned back and forth with his finger between your bodies. “There’s no pressure. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know I don’t.” You replied without thinking and Aurelien laughed at the speed of your answer.

“You have to be careful.” Aurelien said honestly.

“Why?”

“I can’t say no to you and you need to know that.”

“Then don’t say no.” You said. You climbed on top of him and straddled his large legs. The tiny bit of friction that resulted from you adjusting yourself in his lap was a catalyst for you throwing your pride aside. You leaned forward towards his face, mere inches from his lips. His hands were hot against your bare thighs — you thanked the hot weather for allowing you the opportunity to wear shorts because if not, you would have never known the glorious way Aurelien would squeeze your thighs. You pulled away to study his expression and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you’d done too much. You hoped you hadn’t gone too far, too fast.

“Will you go home and pretend this didn’t happen?” His question stung and deflated your energy. “Or will it be different?”

“Are you going to take me seriously? Or will you just run back to your ex?” You said in a jealous tone. Rarely did you feel threatened by another woman but if he was going to repeat the same behavior from before, there was no need to be on top of him. You weren’t going to back down from the fact you wanted him to be committed. You weren’t going to entertain, ifs ands, buts or maybes. You wanted him to come correct or not come at all.

“I know what I want.” Aurelien’s tone was steady and earnest, his gaze burning through your skin.

“And what’s that?’ You held your breath for the answer, praying that it would be the one word you wanted to hear.

“You.” Aurelien’s answer came out quickly and so did his lips on yours. The satisfaction that coursed through your veins was a rush you never experienced before. To be fair, he gave you things no one had before. With his admitted words in the back of your mind, you took full advantage of the time you had left. His hands grabbed your ass with desperation that you rivaled as you bit down on his bottom lip gently. Aurelien’s lips were soft and plush and so damn kissable that if you missed another flight because of your inability to unlatch yourself from him, you wouldn’t be upset. It was irritating knowing that you would be gone sooner rather than later but you got what you didn’t realize you wanted and so shamelessly needed: Him.

Aurelien’s grasp left your body, his hands fumbling with the button and zipper of your shorts. When his hands slid down into your panties and skimmed your soaking wet flesh you nearly lost your cool. Now, on your best friend’s couch, wasn’t the time to go all the way with him but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a bit of fun. You grabbed his wrist and urged him lower, wanting him to be inside you as soon as possible. He granted your wish and he slid a single finger into you with ease but you still gasped, tilting your head backwards and blew out a shaky, sharp breath. Aurlien’s free hand snaked up the front of your neck then around to the back. His grip was firm enough and felt just right - his hands seemingly sculpted purely to touch you. Aurelien pulled your face close to his but didn’t allow you to kiss him, instead your foreheads touched and you groaned softly anticipating the moment he was going to start thrusting his finger in and out of you.

“Do you want me?’ He asked purely to fuel his ego - what was better than seeing a girl like you, in pure bliss over his touch? What was better than knowing that even though you would be across the world, he was going to give you whatever you wished for? The only thing better was hearing your voice saying that you wanted him back.

“God, yes.” You hummed. The lack of movement was sending you into a spiral. He removed his finger from you but before you could protest, he joined his two fingers together and kept them positioned at your entrance. His fingers circled your skin and you bit your lip to hold back a frustrated expression.

“Show me.” He whispered. “Fuck my hand and show me.” His tone was deep with lust and when you allowed yourself to fully engulf his fingers, a delicious groan emitted from him.

You were in absolute heaven as you rose up and down on his fingers. You rolled your hips around slowly. Aurelien was in heaven too, muttering about how tight you were, how wet you were, about how bad he wanted all of you. Your movements were limited due to your shorts you huffed in annoyance. Aurelien removed his hands as you stood to shimmy off your shorts and underwear. As you moved to straddle him, he stood and kissed you. You stood on your toes to open yourself up more and more because no amount of time would ever satisfy your need for him.

Aurelien’s hands slid in between your legs and he moaned into your mouth at the feeling - you were soaking wet all over his hand. Aurelien took his sweet time to enter you again so you settled back onto flat feet but you were met with a stinging smack to your pussy that sent shockwaves through your body. If it weren't for the fact that the neighbors would think someone was getting murdered, you would have screamed.

“Sit.” Aurelien said and you obliged without a thought. A giggle escaped you because once you sat down on the couch, Aurelien began kissing your ankle that was adorned with a gold anklet. He kissed slowly and methodically up your leg. His tongue was making love with all the right but wrong places - you ready for him to be face deep in your pussy but he continued to take his time. Aurelien’s tongue was warm against your skin but as he moved it around your body, the trail he left behind was turning cold from the air.

“Aurelien.” Your tone was desperate and airy.

“Hm?” He hummed. Aurelien’s mouth was giving your thigh the attention that you so desperately needed against your pussy. He sucked your skin, swirled his tongue, and even bit gently at your thighs.

“You’re teasing.”

“Am I?” Aurelien’s mouth crept closer and closer to your core with each slow sloppy kiss that he took up your thigh. He got up solely to pull you closer to the edge of the couch and force your legs open. Naturally, you leaned backwards onto the couch and you arched your feet, heels leaning on the couch to keep yourself steady. Once you were comfortable, Aurelien assumed his position from before and you were nearly panting for his mouth on you.

“You’re so wet,” Aurelien’s flattened tongue slid up your pussy slowly and your hips bucked in response. He moved his tongue strategically on his way back up, swirling around and sucking on your folds. Your moans were music to Aurelien’s ears. Aurelien finally hit the sweet spot of your clit and when your legs twitched from his touch, he felt his ego swell along with his dick. There were few things Aurelien loved more than making a woman orgasm and now that you were going to be his woman, he needed to send you away on a high.

“God, Aurel.” You gasped as he began eating you out.

Aurelien focused on your clit. He flicked his tongue rapidly and he looked up at you. He loved seeing you with your head thrown back with a heaving chest and closed eyes. He took a mental picture of you and pretty you looked with your legs spread out. He soaked up the taste of you on his tongue. He pulled away to place two fingers inside of you. Aurelien’s fingers curled to meet your g-spot and when his mouth fell back onto your clit to suck on the sensitive flesh, you whimpered. You called out his name over and over and as he picked up his pace, you managed to get even tighter around his fingers.

“Please don’t stop.” You whined and Aurelien hummed against your skin. He sped up his fingers that were thrusting in and out of you. “If you make me come I’m gonna lose it.” You laughed in between pants and for Aurelien, that was a challenge he happily accepted.

You were in daze, seeing stars as he continued to make love to your pussy. Your chest rose and fell with heavy pants, your body not even feeling like your own. You felt yourself slipping into orgasmic territory and you couldn’t hold back to the scream that was coming. You shamelessly called out his name and told him how good he felt inside of you.

His mouth pulled away from you but he kept the rhythm that was helping you reach your peak. He licked his lips and stared at you - your skin was a glorious brown after time in the sun.

“You look so pretty, taking me.” Aurelien admitted. He leaned his left hand down on the couch edge and kissed you. Having your whimpering into his mouth, refusing to be quiet had him on rock hard. Aurelien was grateful for his discipline nature because of that had been years prior, he would have fucked you right them. Aurelien broke the kiss to soak you in. Aurelien wanted treat you like a princess - he didn’t want to just fuck you, he wanted to make love to you. Aurelien ran the whole scenario in his mind and he was desperate to make it happen and as he watched your eyes flutter open to meet his own he knew that he needed to get you back to him ASAP.

“Aurelien,” you gasped and he felt the tightness of you nearly seizing his hands to a stop. You let out a guttural, whimpering moan that turned into a soft scream. You called out his name and when you were done, you went limp and sighed in happiness.

Aurelien pulled his fingers out and licked them clean to which he saw you laugh at. He was shameless too.

“You’re fucking delicious.” He said and your reaction told him everything he needed to know.

You were meant for him. He was meant for you.

The two of you were end game.

——

It was a sweet surprise to board the flight and find out Aurelien got you a lovely first class flight. You were leaving on a high and already itching to get back to him. It went unspoken but you both knew that things had changed, that what transpired is a move in the direction you wanted. You hadn’t stopped smiling. Kim texted you to let you know that she had arrived and you responded with an update that you knew she was yearning for.

You: [attachment: four images]

You: 🥰🤞🏽

Kim: spoiled already i love that for you

Kim: first class 🤭

You: and my man, thank you to MY man

You settled in and texted Aurelién to let him know you were about to take off and he promptly replied back.

Aurelien: miss you already angel, call me when you land 🤍

Aurelien: also think of when you want to come back i need my face in between your legs as soon as possible

me and my bitches rooting for Imane, even though I never watch boxing in my whole life but I will stan her until I die because fuck everyone talking shit about her

being a ferrari & a barca fan just means double the amount of depression tbh 😭

someone said that gavi looked like thomas the tank and i can’t unsee it now 😭😭

pov: you’re a barça fan

culers, we’re all bayern tonight, aren’t we?

gavi winning his first international trophy aged 18!!!!!!