summary: a chelsea boy brings the nonchalance out of Olise
note: this is @amirawrah ‘s peer pressure’s doing😔 , a lowkey continuation of this…. i hope
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m.olise i’ve been trying to ring you back for 10 minutes now…
yourusername oh-
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yourusername my fault gang!
m.olise who?
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user3 oh the nonchalance is gone!
user5 LOVERBOY OLISE IS CLOCKED INNNN
jamalmusiala sister. he’s training i beg.
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harrykane this can’t go on…
yourusername it can.
user9 oh i’m LIVING!
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yourusername cause the boy is mine.
user8 tell ‘em sis!
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yourusername hello… department of bitchlessness… yes i have your patient here in my comments….
jamalmusiala vile.
yourusername 😘
user5 OH SHES EVIL
user9 love me a good date night dump!
king clean!
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yourusername thank you for having me chelsea
user7 oh she’s playing with fire…,
user9 YN..
user2 we can’t defend you now girl
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user4 oh-
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yourusername girl i’m also scared!
reece it was an absolute pleasure meeting you, i hope we can see each other again <3
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tosin mans was cheesing the whole time she stood in the locker room
sancho let him cook!
yourusername the pleasure was all mine Reece!💙
user7 is this…
user8 could it be….
user0 not sweet ol Reece!
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yourusername fresh new set on the hoe!
user9 ATE
user4 she’s PERFECT
user8 lol Olise didn’t keel her
yourusername he nearly did…
m.olise i killed something else
jamalmusiala MY SWEET INNOCENT EYES????
reece have i mentioned how breathtaking you are?
tosin oh he’s laying it on THICK
enzofernandez8 👀👀 oh-
m.olise she takes my breath away everyday when i wake up next to her mate.
reece and you’re clearly not appreciating it enough
m.olise don’t you have an injury to nurse?
reece i have trophies to win, plural
yourusername boys. enough.
user2 THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG
sancho i didn’t think James had it in him…
levicolwill i am indeed impressed
user6 TEAAAA
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yourusername mermaid by day
user7 MOTHERRR
reece my girl by night
m.olise WRONG! she’s my girl 24/7
reece not for long🙏🏽
levicolwill whoever is this new Reece? i’m HOOKED
user8 oh Reece is taking Michael out of character frrr
jamalmusiala what an odd way to place your bed
yourusername i like you weird small man, don’t ruin it
jamalmusiala i am NOT small
user3 is Reece ever gonna let up-
user2 so reece is the Chelsea player she was talking about????
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yourusername pregame before the birthday weekend
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m.olise fed, celebrated and turned inside out, a successful birthday weekend that you could never provide reece
user8 HE @ HIM EVEN LMAOOO
user2 oh-
user1 happy birthday YN!
yourusername you didn’t have to add that last part babe-
m.olise could have added that it was an all expense paid trip…
yourusername unbelievable.
user1 oh Reece get up!
reece touché 🙌🏽
yungchallobah you’re giving up??????
sancho pussy.
malogusto WEAK!
reece i’m still your captain.
user8 brother is NOT playing about this girl lmaooo
m.olise and stay out her dms reece
reece 🫡understood.
levicolwill this is NOT what i taught you!
pedroneto_30 we kinda still need a captain…
The snow looks cute in your hair for Reece James?
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You and Reece were heading off for a walk, it was absolutely freezing.
The cold air was swirling around and it was a lot colder than you had anticipated as you pulled your scarf up closer around your neck.
"Are you okay?" he asked as you fixed your scarf and slipped on your gloves.
"Yes, I'm freezing" you tell him as you wrap your arm around him as you try and hold onto him as your shoes started slipping on the ground.
"Woah you didn't tell me how slippy it was going to be" you say to him as you grab hold of him as tight as you could.
"I don't think walking is a good idea for you, don't you think babe" he says with a big smirk on his face.
"Shh, it's fine. Wait what's that" you say out loud as you felt something touch your face as you noticed that there was snow falling down.
"Oh wow look at how pretty this is" you say as you spot the small snowflake land on your glove.
"So cute" Reece smiles.
"Aww, the snow looks cute in your hair" you tell him as you slip your phone out of your pocket as you take a photo of him.
"Thanks, I regret not bringing my hat with me now" he laughs as he shakes his head full of snowflakes.
"Don't worry Reece, you look adorable" you tell him as you wipe his face that was freezing cold.
“Oh my- fuck…” you moan against Reece’s lips as his hands help you ride him. It’s one of those lazy Sunday’s with nothing special planned, where you could do anything or nothing. So you chose to do your best friend. Reece has been your closest friend for a little over five years. But the sexual tension has always been there, yet timing has never worked at your advantage. Up until now.
“Fuck, you take me so good…” he murmurs, almost afraid to break you. He almost lost his mind when you straddled his lap and started to kiss him. Maybe it was the glasses of wine you two had or maybe it was the domestic vibe this whole day has given off. You couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Yes, fuck yes… Ree, fuck…” you mumble incomprehensible words but Reece nods in agreement. You feel a warm feeling spreading in your lower stomach and you can’t help but glance down to watch yourself riding him. Tears form in the corners of your eyes because he feels perfectly.
“Good girl…” he grunts when you lean forward, using his broad shoulders as leverage. You can’t believe this is finally happening. You don’t know what will happen next but you don’t care, not when his cock stretches you out in a way that has you seeing stars.
“You’ve been so wet for this long, baby?” He asks with a little smirk. This boosts his ego and you know it, yet there’s no point in denying the evident truth. You nod and drop your head against his shoulder as you try to set a steady pace. His hands knead and slap the skin of your ass.
“I want you to look at me when you cum, baby” he demands and you pull away to look down at his sweet brown eyes. Only a string of curses and moans leave your mouth and you’re forced to simply nod as he mumbles words of praise and spurs you on. Reece looks at your face and feels his cock twitch. You look beyond beautiful and fucked out for him and it makes him sigh in contentment.
“Fuck… You feel so good, Ree” you whine, struggling to keep yourself up. His broad chest is naked as you rest your hands on it, his sweats and boxers are lowered to his thighs. His lips are swollen and eyes are blown out. This is a sight you would love to get used to.
“Take it, just like that. Let me see what a good girl you can be for me…”
Summary: Reece is away on international duty, and you're away on a family trip. The distance helps you to make an important realization about your relationship, but certain visitor(s) always seem to be around when you think to share it with him.
Genre/Warnings: slice of life fluff, humor / none
Notes: i started this during international break, just wanted to read something sweet about my bf reece so i finally finished it :) this is only section 1 of 6, but u can visit ao3 to read the whole thing. just pretend reecy didn't go home early and enjoy the jude b jumpscares throughout! thoughts and feedback are welcome
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I. Day 1
When the FaceTime call first connected, a brown forehead and dark crop of curls were the only things visible. Any words of greeting were lost among the noise of bustling people and intercom voices announcing arrivals and departures in Spanish, English and French that filled the airport and all your other senses. After a moment, you connected your headphones and propped the phone up on the suitcase handle in your lap. Predictably, the airport signal was poor.
“Hey babe, can you hear me?” You looked into the camera, at the still fragmented view of head and hair, and rearranged your flight-ruffled twists over your shoulder. “Reece, can you hear?”
“Yeah, just hold on–”
Your stomach rolled in excitement to see him, though it hadn’t been more than 24 hours since the last time. The relationship, only 4 months old, was still in the rose-colored center of the “everything is perfect” phase, and you weren't sure you’d ever get used to being apart.
“Alright, there.” He’d pulled the camera back, so you could see his full face, and the smile that burst forth was effortless.
“Wow.” You drew out the word. “I can’t believe I flew 2000 miles away from you, by choice.”
“I can.” He complained, even as a soft grin settled on his lips and eyes. “It hasn’t stopped raining in London since you left. Did you all get in okay?”
“Yeah, we did! We’re here. Waiting now for a cab to our hotel, it should be around soon.” The light layer of scruff he’d grown across his chin caught your attention as you looked down at his face, and suddenly, seven days, the length of time that would pass before you could pass your fingers against it, seemed brutal. You tried instead to direct your thoughts to the positive. “Even from the plane, though, everything looks amazing. Where are you? Still at St George’s?”
“We just wrapped up, actually. I’m – can’t you see?” He tipped his phone back, and you got a view of one of St. George’s physio suites, lined with beds, therapy equipment, trainers, and a few other players milling about. Reece himself lay on his stomach with his shorts pulled high, his calf tattoo and the backs of his thighs glistening with some substance.
“Oop! Wait-” Your eyes widened. “Wait, let me see again? I didn’t get a good look–”
“Y/N,” Reece tutted. “Behave.”
Your eyes rolled toward the domed airport ceiling, even as his words bounced around somewhere warm in your chest.
“It’s not my fault you’re built like that. Just want you to squeeze me between them and -–”
“Okay! Okay,” He said through a nervous laugh, darting his eyes around the room he was in. “We are in public, the both of us. Let’s change the subject, please.”
You sighed and took a glance around the airport, which continued to fill as other flights landed, all sorts of eager travelers preparing for or returning from vacation. To your boyfriend there wasn’t so much new to say, as hours of the night before had been spent in bed cuddled up close, Reece’s body between your legs and your hands in his hair, chatting about whatever little thing came up. It was a nice activity on its own, but the real objective had been simply taking each other in, his scent, the feel of your hands roaming his back, the shape of his curls beneath your fingers, and trying to store up as much closeness as possible for the week ahead.
In the short quarter-year of your relationship, this week would be the first and longest time you’d been truly apart.
“Are you having a massage, then?” You asked finally.
“Yeah, I am. The gaffer’s let us off a bit easy today since it’s the first day back, but it’s still cold as ever. S’not good on the bones.”
You shuffled around in your seat, not accidentally nudging your sister, who was sleeping in the adjacent chair. She was 14 years old and yet still a baby, who’d whined about needing to nap while your parents went out to watch for the cab.
“Well, that must be nice then, getting warmed back up. I could use a massage myself, my sister fell asleep with her big head on me the whole way and my shoulder’s dead.”
“I got you when you’re back, don’t worry.” Reece replied. You rolled your eyes another time, choosing to ignore the cheeky look on his face. Little strings of missing him pulled at you already.
“So, what are you all up to the rest of the day?” He asked more innocently.
“Sleeping, probably.” You stole a look over to your sister, who was still dozing with her suitcase clutched to her chest, nose up in the air. “Our hotel is right by the water, so we might go for a swim, definitely grab some food. Tomorrow, I know we’re going to an outdoor market my mum wants to see, and then this cathedral my dad won’t stop talking about.”
“Oh, that sounds fun.” Reece’s face pinched as the massage continued. All you could see from the screen were a pair of pale forearms working and disappearing behind him. “And tell them both I said hi, yeah? And your sister, too.”
“I will,” You nodded. “She’s still been begging for a Chelsea away kit in her size, even though I told her to stop, but — are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Almost done.” He bit down on his lip. “These don’t feel as nice as you think, you know. Especially with old Robbie here, I think he’s got it out for me.”
You heard the deep, muffled voice of the trainer in the background and Reece’s responding laugh. Then another deep voice joined in.
“Not too much on Robbie here, he’s a good lad.” Reece’s eyes lifted to it’s source, somewhere up above the camera, and a slight shadow fell over him.
“No one’s asked you? Move.” Reece laughed at the invisible voice.
“Are you on the phone? Who are you talking to?”
“Don’t worry about it–”
“Oi, hello Y/N!”
Beside Reece suddenly appeared the dark brows and brown eyes of Jude Bellingham, the only match for the strong Birmingham accent that you could imagine talking to your boyfriend that way. You’d first met last year, at a small party for Reece’s birthday, and you’d found his constant banter with Reece and chameleon personality immediately endearing. It had been months still since you’d last seen him.
“Is that Jude?! Long time no see, friend!”
The young man smiled and pushed closer into the center view of the camera, blocking Reece’s face.
“Way too long, I swear. Reece keeps you locked away like a prisoner or something. How’ve you been? You’re away on holiday, I heard?”
“Nah, he’s not so bad. I get food and water, some outdoor time.” You joked. “But I’m great, really. In Spain for a week with the family, we actually just made it in!”
On the screen, he struggled against Reece’s strong shoulder to keep his face in the frame. “Oh, that’s nice, innit? I’ve been a few times with my family, and it’s lovely. You’ll enjoy it.”
“Yeah, but I am worried about Reece … he might lose his head without me.” The words left you jokingly, but not without some truth in them.
“It’s already looking that way, you know. He’s been getting massaged for like an hour, which makes no sense cause, what does he even do on the pitch? Just stands there.”
Your mouth popped open, releasing a surprised laugh, as Reece told his friend in a very impolite way to stop talking.
“You’ll look after him, then, won’t you?” You asked. “Make sure he’s alright while I’m gone? Annoy him a little bit?”
“Don’t you worry, sis,” Jude patted a hand atop Reece’s head, which he swatted away. “I promise to stay on his nerves. And make sure he’s tucked into bed and had his tea by 10.”
“I’m forever indebted. You know how grumpy our Reece can get when his schedule’s thrown off.”
“You two are mental.” Reece laughed, and you joined him, continuing to catch up with Jude until your sister made a sharp movement to your left.
“Mum texted and said the car's here.” She said through a yawn. Her puff was smushed from where it had pressed against your shoulder and the seat. “Stop blabbing to your boyfriend and let’s go.”
A glance was just barely spared for her before you turned back to the phone. She would flip if she knew the special guest who was also on the other end of it.
“My mum says our cabs here, babe, so I’ve gotta go. But I’ll call back soon. Every two days, remember?”
The question was met with silence, as Reece’s face turned for a moment away from the phone.
“Reece? You repeated, stretching out the vowels. “Do you remember?”
A loud “smack” resounded in the air, and you caught sight of Jude’s hand slicing through the air and down onto Reece’s skin.
“Pay attention, bro! She’s talking to you.”
Reece’s features drew into a scowl, that slowly receded as he turned his face back. Another laugh trapped in your throat.
“Every two days, babe, I know.” Reece nodded. “I won’t forget. But you have fun, yeah? No worrying about work or classes or anything like that. Just enjoy it.”
You smiled, assuring him that you would, gathering your suitcase and standing up from your chair.
“And if you need anything, or to talk, on the off days,” Reece suddenly added. “It’s okay. I’ll be busy, but, I’ll find the time. Just let me know.”
The sentiment hidden behind his words, and the care in his eyes as he said them, made another, heavier, equally tender three words rise and itch in the back of your throat. Neither of you had uttered the phrase just yet, “I love you”, but each memory made and day spent together made the declaration harder and harder to hold back. But for now, several countries and a few timezones apart, you swallowed it down. The noise in the physio suite and the airport seemed to rise as you and your sister reached the exit doors, and regardless of how Reece might react, the truth of your feelings for him was a message you believed better delivered in person.
“I really appreciate you communicating that. But I think I’ll text Jude first, make sure it fits with your schedule, okay?”
“Whatever” he mumbled, before you said your goodbyes and ended the call. Being separated when you’d spent so much time together the last months was a strange, new feeling, and even now, it wasn’t clear how well you’d respond as the time went on. But Reece being back in the 3 Lions camp, and you surrounded by loved ones was a comfort you were sure would see the both of you through. The week would fly by, and you would relax, and enjoy it as it did.
Disclaimer: I do not know any celebrities in this story. I’ve been super sick for a week; thus, this is not proofread. I’m not from nor have been to London; so, I apologize if I use American terms when writing a Brit character.
Please let me know if you guys have any interest in this story continuing. I’m not receiving a lot of feedback and feel like this story is a bit of a flop.
Christian is nervous–no, he is beyond nervous. A level of nervousness that he doesn’t know how to describe in English nor in German. It’s Wednesday and in exactly 30 minutes, he is going to be sitting in a small, local pub with Y/N for a lunch date. He is mentally trying to prepare himself for any reaction she may have to his identity.
In a flat across West London, Y/N is nervously fixing her makeup and trying not to vomit. It’s out of character for her to go on a date with man she has never videochatted with much less never even seen pictures of. The thought runs through her mind to cancel the date and ask for a videochat before rescheduling it. The notion disappears as quickly as it appeared–the move to London had been one she promised herself would be about adventures and a fresh start. A clean slate she knows has to include some risks that are out of her comfort zone. Besides, if Chris–hopefully that is his real name– is a serial killer, she did activate her location on her phone, has a secret code arranged with her friends back home, and an agreed upon check-in time.
The 30 minutes past quickly for both Christian and Y/N, and before either knows it the pub is in their views. Y/N arrives first–always one for arriving early to avoid having to approach her dates. She chooses a corner high-top table and quickly texts Chris where she is seated. The pub is not busy at all which makes her sigh in relief and give thanks that Chris asked for a lunch date rather than a dinner when the evening crowd would surely have overwhelmed her senses with all the noise.
Christian arrives at the pub exactly 5 minutes before the arranged time. He checks his phone and finds a missed text from Y/N with information about their seating arrangement. Christian clutches the bouquet of tulips tightly as he pulls the pub’s entrance door. His coffee colored eyes search the corner high-top tables for the lavender sweater y/n said she would be wearing.
The instant they land on the woman in the corner’s lavender sweater, his eyes still. Her head is tilted down looking at her phone. Before Christian can even process what is happening, his feet have moved him across the pub to standing in front of y/n. He clears his throat to get her attention and when her eyes lift to meet his own, Christian feels his breath catch. He has always believed that no matter the color of someone’s eyes, you could tell a lot about the person just by looking into their eyes ; and in this moment, all Christian can tell about y/n from her eyes is that he never wants to stop looking into them.
Y/N hears the clearing of the throat and looks up. In front of her is an absolutely breath-taking man. His boyishly handsome face with the shy smile and dimple cause her heart to race. For a second, there are no words spoken. Christian clears his throat again and forces himself to speak.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Chris.” The shy smile never leaving his face.
Y/N stands to greet him but hesitates awkwardly. Does she give him a handshake? A hug? What is the tradition for dates now? God, she hates dating.
Christian makes the decision for her as she speaks her name by moving closer and opening his arms for a gentle hug. After several phone conversations and hours of texts, he feels that he knows y/n and a hug is the only acceptable greeting for someone he already feels safe with.
Though the hug is short, it is warm and soothing to both. As the two separate, both recognize the noticeable loss of warmth and comfort.
“It’s really great to meet you in person. I hope you don’t mind, but I remembered you saying you loved these; so, I picked these up for you.” Christian says shyly as he hands y/n the flowers. Her smile widens– she mentioned these flowers during their second conversation when he was trying to figure out which flowers to send his mother for her birthday.
“Wow, Chris! That is so thoughtful of you.” Y/N tries not to gasp–a man significantly younger than her put more effort into their first date than any other man had during a committed relationship.
As the date progresses, Christian realizes the pub is becoming busier. He tries not to panic and attempts to calm himself by remembering he doesn’t get recognized as much as Mason or Reece especially when he is out without them. It’s not that he wants to lie to Y/N, he just knows he wants to tell her in his own nonpublic way.
Christian feels a sense of relief when it is not until y/n is in the restroom that he is approached by an older man asking for an autograph and picture for his young grandson. The interaction is swift and when the man sees y/n approaching the table again, he thanks Christian, winks at him, and promptly walks away. Christian thanks his God for this small miracle.
“It’s getting to be a bit late. Unfortunately, I need to go back to work.” Y/N says with a sigh. It was the one part of a lunch date that had made her hesitate– she had to come to the date in her professional clothing and was limited to a few hours before she would need to return.
Christian smiles a bit sadly. “I hate that it has to end so quickly, but I understand not everyone is off today like me.”
After beckoning the waiter over and handing him his card to pay for their date, Christian swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I had a really great time and would like to see you again, if you are open to it.”
Y/N feels the heat in her face. “I would love to see you again.”
After receiving his card and helping y/n to put her jacket on, Christian escorts Y/N out into the chilly weather to catch her waiting taxi. Already anticipating her next move, Christian rushes around Y/N to open the taxi’s door and help her into it.
Feeling somewhat empowered by the man’s consistent gentlemanly ways, Y/N leans over and presses a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek as she enters the taxi.
“Let me know when you are available.” She whispers after thanking him again for the date.
As the taxi pulls away, Christian touching his kissed cheek, a man steps into his peripheral vision. The man begins to speak causing Christian to turn his head in the gentleman’s direction.
“Son, you have the same look on your face that I had when I met future wife, when my son-in-law looks at my daughter, and when my son looks at his wife. I hope it works out for you because I would love to say I witnessed the first date of Christian Pulisic and his wife.”
Quickly recognizing the man as the guy from the bar who asked for the autograph and photo, Christian responds nervously.
“She is great, but was it really that awkward and obvious it was a first date?”
The grandfatherly man laughs. “You are standing in the cold holding your cheek from a little peck. I think that makes it obvious. Good luck on Sunday, Pulisic. I’ll be cheering for you in more than one way!” The man continues to laugh as he walks away leaving Christian with a glowing red face.
Christian touches his kissed cheek again and thinks how much like a romcom this is turning out to be.
Okay, this is my first time publishing here, so bear this in mind! (also, English is not my first language, pls correct me if you see something's off)
Summary: You realise you like Reece more than you should and you're afraid you won't be able to give him the love he deserves.
WC: 2.5k
Warnings: none (that I can think of!) it's sweet! This is inspired on the song "Love me wrong" by Isak Danielson.
Pls let me know your thoughts! :)
The hotel halls were empty and silent whilst I was walking fast back to my room after coming from the stadium, which I mentally thanked for. Chelsea had played their first UCL game of the season and that was a tough draw, although a fightful one, I really wished they’d win and it seemed like it for a while, but things got heated, the energy in the stadium following cue and Reece ended up with a yellow card that made me frown a bit, knowing how frustrated with himself he’d be.
I showered and put my pyjamas on, checking my phone after and reading a text from Reece:
Still here, shouldn’t take too long to leave now tho
Tysm for coming, not the best result, but we’ll keep fighting!
I smiled softly at the texts, shaking my head as if he could see it as I texted back:
Let me know when you get back :)
Ty for inviting me! That’s the spirit, you were giving your all out there, I’m proud!
I texted and immediately wished I could unsend the message. “I’m proud??”, I say out loud, frowning and let out a big sigh, “as if he cares!” I thought cringing with myself and threw my phone on the bed, walking back to the bathroom so I could apply some moisturiser on my face and body before going under the covers, a random tv show keeping me lightly entertained.
About three episodes in I heard a knock on the door and checked my phone, seeing that Reece let me know when he left the stadium so I climbed out of bed and opened the door, seeing his face smiling lightly at me in his black joggers and white t-shirt.
“Hey”, he said, his head tilted to the side.
“Hii”, I smiled back, letting him into the room, “I wasn’t expecting your visit, sir!”, I joked looking down at my pyjamas and he chuckled, shaking his head before wrapping one arm around my waist, pushing the door behind us with the other.
“Don’t worry, honestly I’d rather be with you than by myself”, he said against my head, going down to my neck as his hand, that pushed the door, made its way to the side of my face. I nodded, rubbing his chest with one hand and caressed the back of his neck with the other.
I turn my head in the slightest and I can see his little side smile as he pulls me closer, making me lift myself on my tiptoes, our heads approaching slowly as if we’re teasing each other, seeing who’s giving in first until he rolls his eyes with a smile, his hand sliding from my waist to my bum as he gives up our little game, lips touching slowly, tongues savouring each other’s tastes until we run out of breath.
“You always smell so nice”, he says against my neck, leaving kisses in between. I hum in response with a smile and steal a peck on his lips. “So do you, especially here”, I say before bending to smell his neck, specifically on his soft spot, and give it a little kiss with a suck, giggling when I hear his deep breath.
“Don’t… y/n…” he started in pain, but then said my name warningly.
“What?” I asked in fake innocence, letting out a low chuckle.
“Early morning tomorrow… just wanted to see you before you go…” he said, remembering why I wasn’t even expecting him and why we wouldn’t be able to enjoy each other more.
“And yet… you’re here…” I say in a sing-song voice, lifting an eyebrow with a smug look on my face.
“You’re not…” he cut himself, cupping myself and giving my lips several pecks that made me laugh. “No, you’re not doing this to me, baby girl! I’m serious!” He says and closes he eyes. My heart flutters with the pet name, and it does every time, but I try to ignore it as he closes his eyes, making me confused.
“Why did you close your eyes?” I ask half laughing.
“I can’t be serious looking to your face” he says, dead serious. I cackle, leaving his reach as I fold to hold my tummy, his laugh quick joining mine.
“You can’t be serious, Reece!”
“See? Not even with my eyes closed!” he counterparts, making me giggle as I approach back, kissing all over his face.
“If you want to leave THAT bad, I won’t hold you, you know”, I say jokingly, taking a step back, but not quick enough as Reece open his eyes and steps forward, holding me again.
“You think you’re funny, huh? I’m in hell!” He says dramatically and I shake my head, denying.
“I really wish I could stay, darling”, he says lowly, our bodies swaying slowly and I nod. “Me too, but don’t worry, I’ll see you back in London, right?” I ask and he smiles, nodding.
“Of course, whenever possible for both of us” he say, “I’ll check my agenda and will let you know”, I joke and he laughs lowly “Deal, I’ll make it work around it”.
It still takes us a couple of minutes before Reece actually leaves the room, making my heart feeling all types of way.
(...)
The Chelsea match was on my phone, the commentator’s voice filling the silence in my room alongside the clicking sound from my mouse as I edited some photos and uploaded them to the week’s portfolio. I huff annoyed when I mess up the settings and push my chair, grabbing my phone and leaving the room willing to put on the kettle.
I check the screen, watching the game whilst waiting for the water to boil and look for Reece on the pitch, forgetting that he got injured couple of weeks ago, my heart sinks when I think of it and remember his face seeing me post match and I sigh, trying to put my mind back to the game and hoping for a better result for the blues.
Hey, can I see you tonight?
The notification pops up, distracting me once more from the game and I reply, my heart happy as I see Reece’s profile picture.
Sure, what happened?
I ask uncertain of why he wants to meet, usually only seeing him on weekends or away days, we were trying to keep things casual as I didn’t want to commit - or so did I fool myself thinking.
Nothing really, just wanna see you
He writes and I feel my heart go faster as my face heats up a bit.
Tomorrow I’ll be back to full time training, so I figured it’d be nice to hang out tonight
He adds and I bite my lip, my head leaning to the side as I agree with him, it’d be nice to hang out tonight.
Yeah, sure, do you wanna come over?
I text back and take a breath, not willing to understand what was going through my mind and body.
Yeah, I’ll see you at 8?
Yep, I’ll order something!
Don’t worry, I gotchu :)
He sends at last and I nod to the phone before sending him a kissy face emoji, a dumb smile plastered on my face. As realisation kicks in, my bubble bursts and I look straight to the kettle, moving fast to reach it as if I could hide my reactions from somebody, although I was home alone. I take my cup of tea back to the make-do office in my place and stare at the screen, gathering patience and courage to go back to work.
Not long after I shut my computer off and stand up, stretching my back with a groan before heading to the shower, Reece would be here soon and that thought brought back life to my stomach and a smile to my face. “Ooh no”, I say quietly, my eyes widening and I can’t help but laugh with myself.
“Wow, you’re so casual about this!” I say out loud, entering the bathroom and as I face myself in the mirror I talk to myself “I’m so normal about this! About him! SO NORMAL!”, I say in denial and take my clothes off, trying not to think about him taking it off and I shake my head with that thought.
“Please don’t… you know you can’t love him the way he deserves it!” I think as the water hits my body and the conflict fogs my mind.
“There’s nothing normal about him, I mean, that smile… and that body… and the way he kisses me, how could someone be normal about this?”
“I’ve barely been going to the matches, I wasn’t even there when he got injured! And we agreed that we’d be friends with benefits or even less than that!” with that thought I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore.
“I do love him as friend! And he’s a great lover, but that’s it, there’s no way we could work as something else, it’s two separate things!” I say and I feel my heart sink, saddened with my realisation. “As if he’d take me as something else as well!” I say unwillingly and laugh with pity with myself.
I finish the shower with mixed feelings and put on some comfortable clothes, putting light make up on even if I was just staying in.
“You wouldn’t be putting make up on to stay on your couch if he wasn’t coming over!” I can hear my best friend’s voice in my head and I frown annoyed, she’d be right.
The bell rings as I left the room and I go to the door, opening it and there was no denying what I felt with the smile that appeared on my face as I saw him. He was in an all black outfit and that smile on his face that made me wanna jump on him and smother his face with kisses, but I held back and gave him his way in.
“I brought your favourite from wagamamas!” He says happily, raising his hand to show me the bag and I chuckle.
“Thanks! It’s been a while, I was actually going to order it one of these days” I say, casually, following him to the kitchen after I closed the door.
We had dinner and decided to watch a movie, so we were laying spread across the couch, my face tucked in his neck and one of his legs draped on my lap, not the most comfortable position to be in but we didn’t move or say a word about it.
The movie wasn’t very amusing taking from Reece picking up his phone and I looked away, trying not to be nosey, but he might’ve realised I noticed that because he moved slightly to look at me.
“Ben’s throwing a party next week, do you wanna go?” He asked and it took me a few seconds to process what he was saying.
“Hmm… did he-did he invite me? I don’t have my phone now” I stuttered, trying to understand the whole picture and he giggled.
“I don’t know, but he invited me, thought you’d like to go with me” he said but his tone went down a little by the end of the sentence, his uncertainty showing.
“Oh… yeah, I mean, check if he’s okay with it…” I said unsure and shook my head “I mean, do you want me to go? Like, you don’t have to invite me or” I spit feeling dumb and confused and he moved again, this time twisting his upper body to hold my face.
“Of course I want you to go! I’m inviting you!” He said simply and pecked my lips, a frown appearing on his face as he saw my panicking face. “But… hm… just if you want…” he said in a weird way, moving away from me.
“Reece… I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to think” I said and he nodded, not saying a word. “I don’t think I understand our dynamics anymore and I don’t know how to feel about it” I said in a burst of courage, he looked at me and chuckled nervously.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve talked to you before, it doesn’t have to be weird” he said and I fell more confused.
“It’s okay, I just want to know where we stand, you know?” I say and it was that stupid-most-graceful-city-lightner of a smile that tipped me over the edge. “Because I don’t know if I can keep doing this like this”
I said, willing to let it all go and end but, truth be said, I just wanted him to take me in.
“What do you mean, y/n?” he said, approaching closer to me again and when he touched my face, I bit my lip holding back a smile and he chuckled. “Fuck it, y/n, I like you, I really, really like you and I say we say fuck it to that bullshit “dynamic” we thought we had!” he says excitedly, frowning at the word “dynamic” and I laugh, infected with his face and mood.
I don’t say a word right away, just enjoying the way his face was hovering mine, our noses touching and lips teasingly dancing every now and then, but I couldn’t ignore my beating heart, reminding me of all my insecurities.
“Reece” I whisper against his lips and we move inches away from each other, looking at each other in the eyes. He hums, letting me know he heard me and I sigh lowly.
“I don’t know… I don’t know if I can love you right, I don’t know if I can be the person you deserve, to give you the attention you deserve and” I say in agony, trying to hold back tears and he hushes me, bringing me into his chest with a hug.
“Please don’t say that… just… let’s just live, okay? We can just live and you can let me love you and we’ll figure things out together, hm?” He says calmly and I can only hug him tighter, his heart beating so peacefully I wanted to drown in it. I slowly nod at his words and I can hear him sigh before pulling me away enough so he could see my face.
“Everything you said just made me even more sure that I want to do this with you, you know? I know that you can love me and we can do this together… but for now you can love me wrong, hm?” He says mocking me at the end and I laugh mortified with his little joke before pushing my head in his chest to hide the redness on my face.
“You’re an idiot!” I say muffled against him and I laugh, shaking my head.
“Yeah, well, you like an idiot!” He mocked again and I nod, moving my face back to level with him and I him by the collar.
“Yeah… I do” I say with a teasing face before he pushes me to lay on the couch, kissing me so casually.
disclaimer: pictures are not mine. most pictures are from @mayandnate / @mayridts / @nathannyuts / @reecejames on instagram. all credits to original owners.
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ynchilwell finally! it was getting boring without you
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sophiaamelia wow wow wow wow
ynchilwell that’s what i say when i see u
benchilwell what’s the smile for 🤔
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chilwellsiblings yn’s in ibiza too!
chelschamps yeah. with her brother
chilwellsiblings still a little suspicious…
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reecejames 💙🙏🏼
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masonmount or me 💔💔
reecejames private invite boys 🫣
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cobhamsfinest WHAT DOES MASONS COMMENT MEAN
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sasha_rebecca you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen 😍
ynchilwell likewise 😍
ashtonwood i fancy u
ynchilwell i fancy u more
benchilwell no creds for the photographer ?!
ynchilwell u don’t deserve my credit
cobhamsfinest she’s either dating lauren or reece. don’t ask me why… i just sense it
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benchilwell cutest pup i’ve ever seen bro
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ynlookbook pretty sure that’s yn’s vintage gucci jacket on the radiator 👀
masonsreece why do all the chelsea players have the same house
reecejames we actually live on the same street, call us the muppets🤣🤣
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kaihavertz where was my invite 💔
masonmount got lost in the post x
reecesmason the tattoo i’m losing my MIND
havertzlover don’t tell yn reece has posted a shirtless pic she’s gonna end up posting a thirst trap
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ynchilly are we just completely disregarding the shadow kissing picture ?!?!
ynchilwell i have no idea what ur talking about
cartiamallan it’s actually me she’s kissing fyi
ynchilwell thanks for clearing that up x
mountsgirl yn do you think we’re thick we know that’s reece you’re snogging
