Send Me A Number 🖤

john stones + bernardo silva

smut!! (for anyone🤪)

I decided to leave it nameless so it can be with anyone. also not 100% happy with this one but it needed done x

So you’re in a club, he took you, you didn’t particularly want to go but he begged and so you put on your finest outfit, looking absolutely stunning because if he’s making you go you’re going to make him wish he’d have you in private. And it has the desired effect, him putting his hands on you the moment he sees you, you swatting away his hands and insisting you need to get going, smirking as you walk off. And he’s distracted all night, hands on you if you’re close enough, eyes on you if you’re not, all his mates smirking and winking at him and it’s 11 when he decides fuck it, and takes you home with the announcement ‘got to tend to the missus, lads’. And he’s all over you in the taxi home, hands up your dress, caressing your thigh, dress too tight to your skin for him to get any further up but god he loves that dress. Then when you’re in the house he’s pulling you to the sofa, not even bothering with the bedroom, unzipping your dress and staring at you in awe, muttering how beautiful you are. So he lifts you firmly by your hips, legs hooking around his waist, his hands grabbing your arse, tongue in your mouth and you’re moaning his name as he slips inside you, creating a steady rhythm, his breath staggering from holding you up, so he puts you on the counter and continues. And it’s sensual and lustful all at once, his groans and your moans mixing together in the late night silence. His pace slowing as he reaches his high, and he pulls out, finishing you off with his hand, moving it against you, kissing down your neck as he goes. After you finish you stay still a while, heads resting together, collecting yourselves and smiling.

you and Trent come home drunk and end up having drunk sex and your both laughing and acting like teenagers again x

And you’re falling through the door, clung onto his shoulders, still giggling at both of your attempts to open the door and immediately going to unbutton his dress shirt. But obviously you’re doing it clumsily and T is laughing at the site, not making it any easier with his dramatic chest movements for you and you’re thinking fuck it, it can stay on, getting to work on his belt instead. And he’s hitching up your dress seemingly with the same self awareness of his capabilities in that state as you finally fling his belt off with a ‘why’d you even where this thing’. And he’s undoing the button because you’re taking too long, shoving down his trousers and boxers, and kicking them off to the side. And he’s pulling you up to him, dress still hiked up, and sloppily inserting himself in you. And it’s erratic and messy and not at all sexy and you’re both finding it hilarious as you knock over the clock, both of your faces tinged red - from the alcohol and the sex and god this is love.

Trying swimsuits infront of T?

‘What about this one’ you’re saying, giving a spin and watching his eyes drink you all in as they slowly skirt up and down. ‘Beautiful, love.’ And you’re sighing slightly as you throw him a smile - of course you appreciate it so much but god he’s been saying that about every one and you just want to know which is the best one to buy. So you’re turning around, strutting back into the changing room to change into a final one when he’s appearing behind you, arms sliding around your waist and head in your neck. ‘The red one. Get the red one, love’ is huskily whispered into your neck: ‘now let’s go home and try taking off some clothes’

S O F T

must be kinda boring to have a team that wins constantly bc at that point it must not come as a surprise but like when your team is Inconsistent FC you’re just always on your toes about what’s going to happen and it’s kinda brilliant in a way

└ defender dads post game | man city vs. watford | december 4th, 2018

Didn’t even play badly, just gave away a stupid penalty like always with the stupid mistakes and I fucking hate Newcastle

“Thank you so much.”

No, thank you- Manchester City’s lord and saviour John fucking Stones.

this bitch here recorded the whole thing