Erling Being Obsessed With Reader's Breasts Please.

Erling being obsessed with reader's breasts please.

Behave

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Erling can't control his Urges while they are in public.

It's a little short but fun 🙈

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Erling and Y/N were out for dinner with their friends, catching up on the latest happenings in their lives. But Erling just couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N's chest, her shirt hugging her curves in all the right places. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts, and he couldn't help but notice the perky outline of her nipples through the fabric.

It was driving him crazy, making him want to reach out and touch her. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, in the middle of the restaurant, but he knew he had to be patient.

He tried his best to control himself, focusing on the conversation at the table. But his arm instinctively snaked around her shoulder, his hand hovering mere inches away from her right breast.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body, making his desire for her even more intense. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take a closer look.

Just then, Y/N leaned in close to him, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Behave, we're in public."

Erling huffed, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal as she pulled away and resumed the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Erling tried to focus on the conversation once again. But the thought of Y/N's breasts kept creeping into his mind, and he couldn't wait to get her home so he could finally have his way with her.

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Erling and Y/N said their goodbyes to their friends and got into the car to head home. Erling couldn't resist the urge to touch Y/N's body. He immediately unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face her. Y/N looked annoyed as she questioned his actions.

But Erling was in a world of his own, focused only on Y/N's breasts. He reached out and squeezed them firmly, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. A deep breath escaped his lips as he savored the sensation. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he admitted, his voice heavy with desire.

Y/N pushes him away, "Erling, what the hell? We were out with our friends!"

"I know, I know," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I couldn't help it. You looked so damn hot in that shirt, and I've been thinking about those nipples of yours all night."

Y/N rolls her eyes. "You're insatiable."

Erling grins. "You love it."

She shakes her head, trying to suppress a smile. "Fine, but we're still in public. You can't just grab my boobs like that."

Erling leans in, nuzzling her neck. "I know, I know. But I couldn't resist. Can't we just find somewhere quiet and... private?"

Y/N glances around, realizing that they're parked in a quiet area of the parking lot. "Okay, fine. But be quick about it. I don't want anyone to see us."

Erling grins, quickly unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over to kiss her deeply. He reaches under her shirt, pulling up her bra to expose her breasts. Y/N gasps at the sudden coolness of the air on her nipples but quickly moans as Erling takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's hard and sensitive.

He switches to the other breast, his hand moving down to her jeans. Y/N arches her back, trying to get closer to him as he slips his hand into her panties, finding her already wet and ready for him.

"Erling," she whispers, as he pushes her back into the seat, unzipping his own pants and pulling out his hard cock.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, slipping inside her and starting to move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. But soon, he's thrusting harder and faster, both of them moaning and gasping with pleasure.

Finally, they both climax together, Erling collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck.

"That was... intense," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath.

Erling grins. "You have no idea."

-> never lose me | jude bellingham | gossip & posts

requested | jude b. x alexander-arnold!fem!reader

genre: tabloids & social media posts about tatum

authors note: this is a prelude to a requested fic

summary: the last time jude saw you was at the monaco f1 grand prix nearly a year ago. you left to study abroad but now that you’re back for summer break looking like a whole new woman, jude is infatuated by your presence and your possible relationship with charles leclerc, one of the most famous formula one driver.

-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

“Sometimes you gotta pop out and show 🫢” Tatum Alexander Arnold spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. Sources say she was in the Ferrari garage while her big brother, Trent, was at Alpine - which he has ownership in. Tatum has been keeping it lowkey these days but…it’s 7pm Friday it’s 95 degrees! We need to see her pop off!

“Is your sister dating someone?” Jude asked Trent. Jude was shamelessly trying to find out what you’ve been up to. Last time he saw you, he realized that you were into him and even though he was kind of dating someone, he liked you too.

“I dunno. Haven’t talked to her in a while.” Trent shrugged and took a few seconds to think over that very specific question from his friend. The two of them were sitting outside after a long day of media obligations for the Euros. Jude was quiet up until that question. Trent was thoroughly enjoying his peace but he couldn’t help but notice that Jude’s face was so close to his phone as if he was studying whatever was on the screen.

“I thought she’s in school.” Jude played nonchalant even though he absolutely cared.

“She is but why do you ask?” Trent narrowed his eyes at the younger man. Jude placed his phone on the table and slid it over to his best friend to have a look at what was being reported.

Spotted👀

Tatum Alexander Arnold is in the streets y’all! Little miss lowkey has been spotted by fans leaving dinner with Formula One driver, Charles Leclerc. If you don’t know, he drives for Scuderia Ferrari and recently signed a multi million contract for another two years with the most iconic team in the racing world. Tatum is in college studying Art History and apparently Tatum spent three months in Monaco working and interning at a local museum where Charles lives during the off season. Do we have a new WAG coming this season? Let us know in the comments below.

“She’s not really a dating kind of girl,” Trent shrugged and slid the phone back over to Jude. Jude’s eyes scanned the photos once more and then locked his phone.

“Is she going to be on holiday with us?” Jude asked.

“Yeahhhh…” Trent strung the answer out and waited for Jude to elaborate on his questions but didn’t, so Trent let it go.

Jude didn’t let it go. He stayed up all night, scouring your instagram trying to find out who and what you were doing. Now that you didn’t want him, he wanted you. He remembered that kiss the two of you shared on the last holiday when you two were drunk on a balcony while the rest of the house, including the girl he brought with him, were fast asleep. After that kiss, you went radio silent. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by your certain reappearance on social media. When you left to study abroad it seemed like you left the old you behind because as Jude studied your Instagram, it was clear that you were not the same girl from before. You were a woman.

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-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

liked by judebellingham and 346,700 others

tatumsdiary: made memories and love in monaco

bestfriend: see how you didn't take those girls men? very mindful very respectful & demure

friend: need you at every grand prix for the rest of the season pls pls pls

charlesleclerc:🌹

lewishamiltongf: this dress this bag i adore it

liverpoolwagl: 🔛🔝

liverpoolwag2: how are you even prettier than the last time i saw you?

footballplayer: 🥵

tatumfan: tatum girl are gou in your social media era??? we’ve been starved

tatums: pushing that charles agenda mhm mhm

tatums: i used to pray for times like this to shine like this

liked by joeburrow and 332,000 others

tatumsdiary: what did raye say about being 22 in paris?

guyfriend: i've always wanted to be a stay at home husband

friend: something about tits i think

tatumsdiary replied: only thing i heard was Prada

guyfriend: wife

footballer: smh folks can't even say hi anymore

tatumsdiary replied: hi papi

trentxfan: you might just be my favorite person i fear

fanuser: this family don't miss, we cannot beat these mfs

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-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

liked by charlesleclerc and 259,500 others

tatumsdiary: spread the word! tell a friend to tell a friend

guyfriend: stop trying to make matcha happened

friend: most fun weekend in NYC i love you

footballer: 😍

nflguy: best pizza in the city

tatumsdiary replied: it actually was but i can’t give you too much credit

charlesleclerc: ☹️ shame

tatumsdiary replied: i’ll do better maybe possibly idk

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-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

Looks like Charles had a travel companion while he was in Vegas. Who do with think it is? Could it be the one and only, Little Miss Lowkey, Tatum Alexander Arnold? You know what they say: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - but wdgaf about that. We wanna know what’s these two are up to. Couple of the Year, hand it to them IMMEDIATELY.

-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

like by judebellingham charlesleclerc and 345,000 others

tatumsdiary: ask me my favorite color 🧸

bestfriend: mmmmm purple!

tatumfan: this is the crossover we deserve

charlesfan: is this a lil soft launch???

friend1: 🏎️

f1fan: imagine your brother in law being trent alexander arnold 😏

charlesfan2 replied: would kill to be a fly on the wall on thanksgiving

formulaonegirly: oh she’s so cute & totally dating charles

alexalbon: 👎🏽

tatumsdiary replied: ynwa

alexalbon replied: i’d rather walk alone

trentalexanderarnold: ❤️

tatumsdiary replied: proud of you!

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As Jude laid in bed doom-scrolling through your social media and the gossip pages, he couldn’t fight the urge to click on your profile photo that indicated you had posted a story. His finger hovered and then he finally clicked on it and immediately wished he didn’t. It hurt to see you happy. He thought that kiss would keep you close, would keep you chasing him but as he held his finger down on the photo of Charles, that clearly wasn’t the case. If he didn’t let his feelings be known on the upcoming trip, regardless of your relationship status, he would regret it.

Can you write an angsty one with Kylian Mbappe.

A secret affair, a fling - Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Cheating

summary: In which the reader is left alone on vacation in Brazil with her fiancés best friend Kylian. Based on Billie Eilishs „Billie Bossa Nova"

Love when it comes without a warnin’

‚Cause waitin‘ for it gets so borin’

The music was blaring through the club as you felt your body giving in. Swaying your hips, feeling his hands run up and down your body, stopping at your throat before he pulled you back. Teasing you as he placed kisses down your neck before whispering into your ear.

„Thanks for showing me this.“

You moved your body against his to the familiar sounds of the Brazilian Bossa Nova. Everyone around you on the dancefloor being taken over by the rhythm. Including the french boy that was currently grinding against you.

This felt wrong. No, this was wrong. But you were both too drunk and taken over by passion to think clearly.

It was unexpected, yet it seemed like you had secretly already hoped for it too happen.

Showing Kylian around Rio had been incredibly fun. You had taken him to all the good spots, where locals would hang out. Knowing the city like the back of your hand as you had grown up there.

A lot can change in twenty seconds

A lot can happen in the dark

It was a big city though. And you were both lonely. With your fiancè being in Europe, having left early because of some job. Cutting your vacation short and leaving Kylian and you behind in the big city.

„It’s gonna be fine. You should stay and enjoy Rio.“

If he saw you right now, all sweaty and grinding against his best friend in a dark night club, he probably wouldn’t have told you to stay. But he trusted you. He trusted Kylian.

Love when it makes you lose your bearings

Some information’s not for sharing

Kylian pressed you against the stone wall, making you giggle as you put your hand against his chest. The outside of the club way too busy to be doing this but both of you too drunk to care.

Kylian bit your bottom lip before pulling away and breaking the kiss. You stared at him, trying to catch your breath.

„What?“ you asked, tracing his eyebrows with your index finger.

He held up a polaroid camera, that he had brought with him everywhere, as you leaned against the wall and smiled. It only took a few seconds before the flash appeared and a picture came out the camera.

Kylian grabbed the small photo, shaking it a few times before putting it into his blazers pocket. As he did so, you noticed his expression change.

„I think I lost my wallet.“ he slurred, his french accent stronger as he also had way too much to drink „But I don’t really care right now.“

You giggled as he pressed his lips against yours again. Eagerly trying to push his tongue in before you allowed him entrance.

„Carlos?“ Kylian asked, his hand on your leg as he traced circles against your skin „Can you please bring us to a hotel a little out of the city?“

Kylians driver looked at him with furrowed eyebrows before nodding, understanding exactly what was going on. He had been driving Kylian and you around for the past week, knowing very well who you both were.

Carlos didn’t say anything though as it wasn’t his place to ask any questions. He started the engine of his black Mercedes before driving off through Rios busy streets.

You dimmed the light on your phone, as Kylian looked at you from the side. Clearly reading the text your boyfriend had sent you.

Meu amor: how was your day? Did Kyky enjoy the beach at Copacabana?

You felt guilt washing over you but before you could even think Kylian grabbed your phone and turned it off.

„He doesn’t need to know everything.“ the french boy then exclaimed, making you nod in agreement. Maybe some things were better left unsaid.

You better lock your phone

And look at me when you’re alone

The drive was taking longer then expected as there was always a lot of traffic in Rio. You stared out the tinted window of the car, watching all the different people just live their life. Making you wonder what each of them was like.

Kylian spent the whole drive staring at you as he whispered how pretty you were from time to time. You knew he was just very drunk.

You tried the best you could to contain yourself and not give into his charm, knowing that Carlos could not talk about anything he didn’t clearly see. If nothing happens, he has nothing to tell.

Although you were pretty sure Kylians managers already made him sign an NDA. They always did.

You bit your lip and held your breath when you felt Kylian slowly slip his finger under the hem your red dress. The dress that had made him go crazy all night as it hugged your curves perfectly and was way too short. All he wanted to do was rip it off.

Won’t take a lot to get you goin’

I’m sorry if it’s torture though

You closed your eyes as Kylians fingers ran up and down your thigh. His hand moving dangerously high. Just as Kylian tried to push your underwear aside, you grabbed his hand as you sent him a shocked look. His face only lit up by the flickering lights from outside.

You pressed your legs together, making it impossible for him to move his hand any further. Carlos clearing his throat in the front seat as you hoped he hadn't just seen that.

Kylian sent you a mischievous grin, satisfied with the effect he had on you.

„I like it when you lose control.“ the french boy smirked, before freeing his hand from your grasp and readjusting his black blazer.

Use different names at hotel check-ins

It’s hard to stop it once it starts

„One room for two, please.“ you watched Kylian lean against the hotel counter, all suited up as the nightclerk typed something into the computer.

The hotel was nice and quite luxurious. It was about half an hour from the city, so there were almost no people around at this time. As you watched Kylian through the glass door that separated the lobby and reception, you couldn't help but think about what it is that you were about to do. What you had already done.

„Jean Laurent.“ you heard Kylian lie to the nightclerk, as he looked back at you standing in the lobby with your arms crossed.

You felt uncomfortable and the more time that was passing you realized what a stupid idea this was.

„Let’s go.“ Kylian walked over to you, holding a hotelroom keycard in his hand.

The two of you walked through the hallways of the hotel. The lights were dimmed as you strutted over the red carpets. Tracing the wallpaper with your index finger. Kylian following close behind you, both of you not saying a word.

The elevator music filled the awkward silence as it took you all the way to the top. Kylian looking at his phone, avoiding your gaze while you just held on to your clutch.

You arrived at room 201, Kylian opening the door for you. You entered the pitch black room as the door was closed behind you. And only a few seconds later the room was lit up by a big chandelier, revealing what seemed to be a full blown suite.

„Wow…“ you said, looking around the massive room that looked more like a apartement. The big king sized bed being the center of attention.

The lights were also dimmed as you made your way over to the big windows, that led to a balcony. You left the room through the flowing curtains and a beautiful skyline of Rio revealed itself. Although it was quite far away the city looked absouluety stunning from here. All the lights flickering and the sight of your hometown making your heart warm.

You felt two hands wrap around your waist as Kylian hugged you from behind. Resting his head on your shoulders, feeling his chest move up and down.

„It’s nice, huh?“ he whispered, as you finally relaxed into his embrace. Feeling the warmth from his touch.

„It’s amazing.“ you smiled, putting your hand against his cheek „Thank you so much Kyky.“

You felt Kylian sigh, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck „I’m relieved you like it.“

You raised your eyebrows as you turned around, Kylians hands still on your waist only now with you facing him. „Relieved?

„Yeah…“ he took a deep breath, as you looked at his face that was being lit up by the moonlight „For a minute there… I thought you regretted us coming here.“

You put your hand onto his cheek before planting a soft kiss onto his lips. Kylian immediately giving in.

„I don’t regret it.“

I’m not sentimental.

But there’s somethin’ ‚bout the way you look tonight

Kylian pushed you onto the bed as he hovered above you, not disconnecting your lips for a single second. He eagerly took of his blazer before you helped him unbutton his white shirt. Reaching the last button you pulled away from the kiss.

Kylian now kneeling over you, his trained body revealing itself. You looked up at him as he licked his lips, not believing he was about to do this.

With a slow motion, Kylian started to unzip your red dress before sliding it off of you in a smooth motion. All you did was lay there and look up at him with a weak smile, now only wearing black lace underwear.

Just when your hand reached out for his belt Kylian grabbed it, making you look at him confused.

„Wait…“ he now said, before getting up and walking over to the nightstand. You watched him grab his polaroid camera, not daring to say a word as he pointed it at you. You looked up at him, knowing that this wasn’t a good idea. But something inside you made you let him take that picture.

Kylian threw the camera onto the bed, the photo still stuck in it. „Don’t worry. It’s just for me.“

Nobody saw me in the lobby

Nobody saw me in your arms

You walked out the hotel, already seeing the black bus parked there.It was still super early and you hadn’t rested all night.

The nightclerk watching you leave, not saying a word as he also understood what kinda situation this had been.

After you had slept with Kylian, you immediately realized what mistake you had made. You had layed awake with Kylians arms wrapped around you as you started out the big window. Tears rolling down you onto the pillow while you silently cried, feeling your naked bodies against one another as all you could think about was your fiancé.

After a while you couldn’t handle just laying there anymore. Your guilt was eating you up from inside. So you got up, collected your underwear and dress before silently getting dressed.

You made your way down the hallway, getting ready for the walk of shame. The power of your phone being just enough for you to call your hotel to send you a driver and pick you up.

The rest of the time you spent standing there, silently crying as you stared at the floral wallpaper.

The whole ride back all you could think about was how Kylian would feel when he’d wake up without you there. After all you had spent an amazing night together and he was gonna think it meant nothing to you.

It did in fact mean something to you. But you just couldn’t handle the feeling of guilt when you thought about your partner. You did know; you were in deep trouble now.

It might be more of an obsession

You really make a strong impression

When you arrived back at your hotel, you took a shower as you tried to clear your head. Your mind running wild as you thought about how Kylians lips felt against your skin and how his hand would run up and down your body.

It felt like his smell was still on you even after you had showered. You plugged in your phone before laying into your own bed again.It was already ten and you were about to get your first minutes of sleep since over 24 hours.

As you wandered off into dream land you could still hear his words and his whispers. Until you finally doze off.

„Serviço de quarto!“

You were torn from your sleep by a loud knock on the door. Groaning as you sat up, startled by the harsh awakening. The sun shining through your blinds, making you squint your eyes as you reached your hand out for your phone on the nightstand.

16:23

Great, you had literally slept the entire day. You pushed away the bedsheets with your feet. The room felt hot and humid as you had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning.

Kylian had left about a thousand messages and calls, asking where you where and if everything was okay.

What did he think? Of course, everything was not okay. You had cheated on the love of your life last night.

Another knock, followed by a guys voice appeared „Serviço de quarto!“

„I don’t need it!“ you tried to yell but your voice was way too weak. So you decided you just get up and send him away.

Rubbing your eyes, as you groaned making your way to the door. You were still half asleep when you opened it with one big swing.

„I said…“ you stopped in your tracks, seeing who was standing there as you felt like you were gonna have a heartattack „Oh my god!“

„Hello meu amor!“ Neymar smiled before wrapping his arms around you and connecting your lips.

See what you maybe forgot to mention was that Neymar was you fiancè. That’s why this whole thing was a little complicated.

Being Neymars girlfriend, you had gotten quite famous yourself. Not that you wanted any of that. No, you would gladly have back your privacy. A lot of people knew who you were and they knew who your partner was. So just the thought alone of anyone having seen you last night gave you anxiety.

„I missed you so much.“ Neymar mumbled, pulling away before wrapping his arms around your bare waist as you were only wearing a croptop and some shorts.

„I missed you too…“ you fake smiled, standing there awkwardly as you almost couldn’t look him in the eyes „What are you doing here though? I thought you weren’t gonna be back...“

„I know, I know…“ he sighed, pulling you closer as he looked you in the eyes „I actually cancelled some stuff so I could be back earlier. Plus I wouldn’t wanna miss your birthday right? “

„Right.“ you grinned, completely having forgot about your birthday being tomorrow and also feeling bad that Neymar had travelled all the was back from Europe just so he wouldn’t miss it.

"But meus Deus, why are you still asleep at this time? Did you and Kylian have a rough night?" he chuckled, as you ran your hand through your tangled hair.

„What?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows, panic immedieately settling in.

„I mean Kyky told me you took him to a bar.“

„Oh…“ you said, not trying to sound relieved „Yes it was fun. Not as fun as it would have been with you though. You talked to him?“

„Yeah, yeah…“ Ney nodded, still holding you close to him as you both stood there in the doorway „He knew I was coming.“

The rest of the day only one thing circulated around your mind; He knew? He knew he was coming. He knew it. He had possibly risked Neymar catching the two of you if you hadn’t been smart enough to leave early. He had possibly risked ruining your realitionship.

You were mad. But of course you couldn’t show it as Ney was completely head over heels to be back again. He took you out for dinner and he spent the whole evening talking about the birthday party he had planned for you tomorrow. You at least tried to seem happy about it.

When Ney left, to go to the toilet for a second, you took the opportunity to let out your anger. Aggressively typing a message into your your phone, ignoring all his other texts.

What the hell Kylian? Why did you not tell me that Ney was coming?

The waiter refilled your glass of wine as you gave him a small thanks, waiting for Kylians response.But nothing came. In fact Kylian ignored you for the rest of the evening as you spent time with his best friend, pretending everything was completely normal.

When in fact nothing was normal.

You slept horribly, dreading your birthday and the party that Ney had planned for you. He on the other hand slept like a stone as he was a obviously little jet-lagged.

The whole night all you could think about was that less then 24 hours ago you were laying in Kylians arms. You remembered exactly how it felt, how he smelled and the way he would breath against your neck.

And the worst part was, that you missed it.

You missed him.

I’m not sentimental

But there’s somethin‘ ‚bout the way you look tonight

The party was already in full swings as you walked around greeting all the people. Your silver gown sparkling in the dark, Neymar attached to your hip the whole night, with his hand on your bare back.

This felt like a football event. You didn’t remember ever meeting half the people, most of them having some kind of connection to football. You had to admit you didn’t have many friends as you spent the past years travelling around the world with Neymar.

That’s exactly why you didn’t want any of this but Neymar of course insisted on throwing you a huge party.

Everything being completely over the top, with it being at Rios most expensive hotel. Chandeliers were hung all throughout the big hall, three different bars where you could get all sorts of drinks and food were set up, the most beautiful white rose wherever you looked and a big dancefloor with disco lights in the back.

You didn’t deserve this. And that’s what heavily layed behind your fake smile as you greeted manager after manager. All of them handing you gifts that where probably way too expensive.

„Oh Y/n… Look it’s Veratti.“ Neymar pointed toward his Paris teammate, who was sipping some champagne with his wife in the corner „Let’s go greet them.“

You did wonder why Neymar had invited basically all of his friends to what was supposed to be your birthday party. But then again, you felt bad enough already so you wouldn’t every say anything.

„Ehm… I’m just gonna get a little fresh air and then I’ll come after you.“ you smiled weakly, moving closer to your fiancé as you felt suffocated by the mass of people around you.

Neymar, dressed in an all black suit looked at you worriedly „Everything alright, meus amor?“

Guilt, that’s all you could feel when looking at his face. So you avoided eyecontact and just nodded, pressing your lips together „Yeah, everything is perfect. Thank you so much for all of this Ney.“

Neymar had obviously noticed something being different with his girlfriend. And now that you had called him Ney, he was convinced something was wrong. But he decided to let it go for the moment as he watched you, make your way through the crowd towards the balcony.

You felt tears, fill your eyes as you fought your way through the mass of people. Forcing a smile anytime any of them would greet you.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse; he stood there.

All suited up, holding a small gift in his hand as he stared right at you. For a moment it felt like everyone around you stopped and it was just the two of you. The memories of the past week flowing through your mind.

A tear rolled over your cheek as Kylian gave you a weak smile.

Standing just a few feet away from you as people started to push past you. Making you distance yourself from him until you couldn't even see him.

Makes me wanna make ‚em jealous

I’m the only one who does it how you like

You tried not to sob as you walked into the darkness. Only a few people on the balcony, all of them too distracted to notice a crying woman walk towards the railing.

You leaned yourself against it as you tried to breath normally, feeling like you were gonna run out of air any time now. Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life. You were in the city you loved with the man you loved and he had thrown you a party that any girl would kill to have. But there was just one problem; You had fallen for another guy.

„I’m sorry…“ the voice apperead behind you as you turned around to look at Kylian „I shouldn’t have come.“

You pressed your lips together, trying to stop yourself from crying as you turned around to look at the beautiful view of the endless ocean. Lights reflecting on its surface, as a cold breeze blew over your face.

Kylian now made his way up to you, standing there also looking at the view.

„I…I just…“ you chocked, getting frustrated with yourself „I can’t look at him anymore. I mean…“

You looked at Kylian, who looked down in shame before meeting your eyes.

„I can’t look at him Kylian.“ you sobbed, now looking at the french boy „You know what that means?“

There was a moment of silence, both of you knowing the answer to your question very well. Both afraid to say it. Him knowing this was gonna break his best friends heart and you knowing it was gonna break yours. But you couldn't do this anymore, Neymar deserved better.

„It’s over?“ Kylian then asked, his voice quiet as he looked at you from the side.

„Yeah, it has to be.“ you nooded, wiping away your tears wit the back of your hand as you stared at all the lights „I mean look what he did for me… I don’t deserve any of this. I’m a horrible person... So it’s over. It has to be.“

„You’re not a horrible person.“ Kylian now spoke up, putting his hand onto yours as you flinched. Pulling it away and immediately seeing the hurt in his eyes „I think Ney also kinda did this for himself Y/n. I mean these are not your friends. You barely know most of them.“

„But he still….“

„No, Y/n!“ Kylian said, sounding almost angry as he turned his body towards you „For the past year your life has revolved only around him. You supported him in all of his decisions and were always by his side. You’re not a horrible person! You are just a girl who was left alone on what was supposed to be a vacation with her fiancé!“

"Why didn't you tell me?" you then asked, looking at his confused expression "Why didn't you tell me that he was coming? If you had just told me then none of this would have happened!"

"So what you think if I told you, you would have just left me alone at the hotel that night and gone back to the city?" Kylian asked, clearly offended by how little this seemed to have meant to you.

"Yes, that's what I would have done!" you yelled, looking at him coldly before hissing „I think you should go.“

„What?“ Kylian yelled, completely frustrated with your stubborness.

„I really think you should go now.“ you bit your lip, in order to stop yourself from crying.

Kylian looked at you, not believing any of this was actually happening. He had thought that if you cheated on Neymar it would have at least meant something. Because it had meant something to him.

„Alright. Fine.“ he hissed, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out the small gift he had held before. Kylian forcefully shoved it in your hand before looking at you one last time „Happy Birthday Y/n!“

With that he turned around and walked away, leaving a heartbroken you behind. Tonight you would not only lose your fiancé but you had also lost your friend.

It took you a few minutes to recollect yourself. And then, even though you didn’t want to your hands slowly untied the bow. You carefully opened the small box, the inside making your heart wrench.

It was all the polaroids Kylian had took of you during your trip together. At the beach, in the car, in the club on the night you had kissed for the first time, on the balcony at the hotel, laying on the bed in only your underwear and finally a picture of the two of you together that he had taken while you where asleep.

His arm wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek.

And on the back of it. It was written;

I’m not sentimental

But there’s something about the way you looked that night, that made me wanna take a picture that I knew we’d have to hide.

Happy Birthday Y/N. Love, Kyky.

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Pretending - Jude Bellingham

Warnings: none, maybe a bit smut (?)

Summary: Why moving on needs to be so hard?

Author's note: i don't know about this...let me know if you like it! masterlist

Genre: reader x Ex!JudeBellingham (wordcount: 1425)

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I could hardly believe my eyes.

Just when I thought I’d moved on, ready to start a new chapter and forget about him, there he was, looking like an angel descended to earth, a living Michelangelo masterpiece.

Was it the alcohol, or had he always been like this?

The sad truth was that I missed him more than I was willing to admit, and deep down, I hoped he missed me too.

When his eyes met mine, panic surged through me. I quickly turned away, pretending I hadn’t noticed him, as if that could somehow shield me from the storm of emotions brewing inside. I was terrified to face him, to meet his gaze, to exchange even a simple hello.

If I had truly moved on, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. No nervous fluttering in my stomach, no racing thoughts. But let’s be honest, this wasn’t just anyone. This was Jude Bellingham.

I could pretend I only noticed some of his teammates, but that would be a lie. He was surrounded by girls, their eager eyes betraying their desperation. Not that he paid them much attention, but they were ready to do anything to get close to him.

Before I met him, I had never been a jealous person, but what I loved most about him was his loyalty. Now, even though our relationship was over and I should have moved on, a pang hit my heart.

I had sworn to my friends that I wouldn’t fall for him again, no matter what. At the time, it seemed easy enough. I was confident, even defiant. But then I saw him, and all the walls I’d built crumbled in an instant. The progress I’d made was undone with a single glance.

“Show that you’ve moved on, you’re a fuckin’ independent girl.”

“He’s such a loser thinking he can get you back.”

What they didn’t know was that if I could, I would have jumped into his arms the moment I walked into the place. But I couldn’t. Maybe because my ego is as high as a mountain, and I’ve always followed this fundamental rule: Don’t go back to your exes.

Little did I know that soon this rule was going to be forgotten.

With my back still turned to him, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Before turning around, I tried to imagine who it could be. I hoped with all my heart that it was him, but all my hopes were shattered the moment I turned around.

There stood a man, visibly older than me, with a dazzling smile as he offered me his hand.

“Would you like to dance?”

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Jude has always been the jealous type, the kind of guy who feels the need to protect his territory. And I loved that protective side of him to death.

Ever since that guy asked me to dance, Jude hasn’t been able to take his eyes off me. I smiled slightly to myself because I knew the effect I had on him. I could see that irritated expression of his, the one that said, “I don’t like what I’m watching,” and butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he still wanted me.

The guy had gone to get drinks, and while I was waiting, I heard a voice behind me, a voice too familiar to ignore.

“Were you trying to catch my attention? ‘Cause you did.”

My heart skipped a beat as I turned slowly, almost afraid of what I might find. There he was, closer than I expected, his eyes locked onto mine.

“I’m just trying to move on, like you should too,” I lied, my voice barely steady.

“Oh, sure you are,” Jude replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, but his eyes told a different story. They were searching mine, as if trying to find some truth behind my words.

“I saw how you were looking at me before, pretending not to notice,” he continued, stepping closer, my hands trembling harder than before.

“And I saw how you looked at me,” I shot back, my breath catching in my throat.

He smirked, the kind of smirk that made my knees weak. “So, what now? We keep pretending? Or are we going to talk about the fact that neither of us has moved on?”

I didn’t know what to say. I knew this night was going to be a long one.

His eyes and that little smirk. My heart was beating faster than it should have. Why was moving on so hard? My desire to jump into his arms was stronger than ever.

“Stop looking at me like that,” his voice pulled me back to reality. His gaze flickered away, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Like what?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Like you always did before.” He hesitated, then continued, “I miss you so fuckin’ much.”

His words hung in the air between us, the kind of tension that made it hard to breathe. “I miss you so fuckin’ much,” he repeated, his voice rough, as if the confession had taken everything out of him. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, searching for any hint of what I might be feeling.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words caught in my throat. It was impossible to think straight with him standing so close, looking at me like I was the only person in the room.

“Tell me you don’t miss me,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, “and I’ll walk away right now. But if you do, even a little…” He trailed off, his gaze flickering down to my lips before meeting my eyes again. “Then let’s stop pretending.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to deny it, to tell him that I didn’t miss him, that I was perfectly fine on my own. But you know what the truth was.

“You’re making this really hard,” I finally managed to say, my voice shaky but laced with the frustration of someone who was desperately trying to hold it together.

He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. He closed the gap between us, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke, each word sending butterflies to my stomach. "I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes. You can't hide from me, not now."

He pressed a soft kiss on my jaw, making me grip the bottom of his shirt. His hand then took my wrist, a grip much stronger and demanding. His fingers intertwined with mine.

I timidly sought his eyes, which immediately met my gaze.

“Am I going to regret this?” Words came out in a whisper. Enough to be heard but not enough to hide myself from him. I could never.

“Not if you want to.”

And there it was. In that moment, I was fucked.

I pulled him by his shirt to bring my lips closer to his, first just brushing against them, then Jude's hand slid around my hips, pulling me closer as his lips finally moved against mine with a fervor that took my breath away. I responded eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matched his own.

As his kisses traveled from my lips to my neck, the sensation of his warm breath and soft, tantalizing kisses made it hard to think. His lips brushed against my collarbone, moving lower, each kiss sending shivers down my spine, like always.

“I think we should take this to my place, yeah?”

This is so soft I enjoyed reading it so much❤️

- music to his ears

jude bellingham x fem!reader

After what felt like years of being apart from each other, Jude in Madrid whilst you were stuck in England, you both had finally reunited. It felt euphoric finally seeing his pretty face again, your heart beating faster and faster as you see his gorgeous face for what feels like the first time.

You both spent the day in Madrid together. Shopping, walking around parks and taking millions of photos of the gorgeous spanish scenery.

Then, late night came.

The night was quiet, the city outside your window slowly winding down into silence.

Inside the bedroom, Jude lay in bed next to you, his body close but not touching you. He was lost in his thoughts, his mind running through the day's events and the months of anxiety and worry he'd endured.

He looked at you, his coffee brown eyes boring into yours. The only light accentuating his face being the streetlight outside that managed to slip past the gap of the curtain. The light did not only accentuate his beautiful features, it also shone against his toned, muscular figure. His beautiful tan skin on show for you. You run your hand down his defined body, the smoothness of his skin making your head spin. He looked at you with a small smile, an endearing look on his face which you reciprocated.

“I love you.” you say tenderly.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” he says, before sighing contently, almost like a stifled moan as your hands meet his lower stomach.

“Hands feel nice on my tummy…” he sighs.

“Yeah?” you giggle.

“Yeah…”

His gaze intensifies on you, making your stomach flip. “Wanna feel you.” Jude whimpers as he props you up against the headboard, spreading your legs to sit in between them. “Please let me feel you, love!” he looks up to you, hand toying with your shirt-covered chest. You breathlessly chuckle, running your hands through his tight curls, “Wanna feel me, hm?” you coyly inquire. “Yeah…” he whimpers once more, making you bite your lip at the sweet sound. He looks up at you with sweet doe eyes, making your heart melt,“Haven’t made love to you in sooooo long. I miss you…”

“Alright then, you can feel me, Jude.”

Propped on all fours, he made sure his body was pressed against yours to ensure you were comfortable. He held you up mostly, meaning if you wanted to rest he would still make you feel good. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, nibbling in your neck softly as he moaned. Oh, the angelic sound of when his body found love and pleasure, it made you feel like you’d had a sample of heaven.

His moans filled the air, soft and shaky, like a desperate plea for release. The sound of his voice, the way he moved against you, it all sent waves of pleasure and need rushing through your body. He held you close, his body pressed against yours, his movements strong and sure, as if he was trying to fill the void that had been created during the months of separation. “I love you!” you moan softly, the back of your head falling onto his shoulder.

He felt your words against his skin, the soft sound of your voice making his heart skip a beat. He held you even closer, his arms wrapping tightly around you, as if he was afraid of letting you go. "I love you too, so much, love...so damn much." He whispered the words against your ear, his voice thick with emotion and aching need.

He thrusted softly, as if if he went deeper, harder, faster, he would hurt you.

His head was buried into the crook of your neck as you both moaned softly, and he had to lift your head softly from the pillow, his hand sliding against the soft skin of your face in order to hear your rhythmic, soft moans.

Music to his ears.

Kylian!bf headcanon?

our hearts are free ────── i'm a flower, you're my bee.

♡ ────── pairing : kylian mbappé x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. ♡ ────── wordcount : 513 ♡ ────── notes : i have another ky headcanon post that you can read right here!!. this is pretty short :( sorry. title and desc is from father john misty's real love baby ♡ masterlist.

This man is expensive—literally, and well, figuratively. He lives beyond comfortable, and has everything on the tips of his fingertips, including: you!

He does not like seeing you work! He will be the first to admit it! Call it his ego or whatever, but he feels as though you don’t gotta do it, you know? He doesn’t mind seeing you work, but Kylian has got probably enough money to propel you into early retirement—and he would do so happily.

Sometimes he sees you working after a long day, eyes heavy and shoulders slump, and his gentle voice, coaxing you to strip bare of your profession, would always begin.

He genuinely stresses seeing you so stressed out! You’re his baby, and he has to take care of you! But he won’t really force it upon you—while he doesn’t see the rationale behind you having to work when you have him, he understands the mindset of having to stand alone.

And he understands you. (As long as you understand that he is there for you too ♡ )

Kylian wants to get married. There are footballers who prefer not marrying— hell, there are people who prefer not marrying. But him? Nah.

He simply does not believe in not locking it down; he lets you know early into the relationship about his end goal. The matter of kids or no-kids is something that can be discussed and negotiated, but he wants to be your husband.

Boyfriend is cute the first two years, and fiance even better for the next. But he wants to call you his, in every sense possible—literally, lovingly, and legally.

And another reason why he wants that ring on your finger… he’s possessive.

He’s territorial, he’s possessive, he gets jealous easily—what the fuck! Name it whatever the fuck you want! Kylian does not like seeing you with other people—with other men.

But he keeps his cool whenever jealousy begins to run through his veins. He doesn't make a scene, he does not flip a table outside down. What he does is pout. He trusts you enough to not actually get upset, but he still lets himself the luxury of being immature by wallowing in his self-made misery.

“I’ll marry you.”

There you two are again, on the bed. He’s propped on top of you, arms clinging around your waist. You are scrolling on your phone, barely paying him any attention as your hand pats the back of his head up and down.

Kylian presses his nose to your neck.

“That sounds like a threat, Kylian.”

He scoffs hearing that. “It will be if he keeps touching you.”

You can’t even find it in yourself to be upset at how silly he is being, chuckling softly.

“He wasn’t touching me, baby.” 

“He was,” he whines quietly, still hiding away in the crook of your neck. “Once I get that ring on your fingers, he’ll know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you kiss the top of his head, before focusing back on your phone. “Make sure to get my size right, huh? We don’t want the ring not fitting.”