You Know This 100% Happened

You know this 100% happened

your silence as israel bombs the innocent civilian lives in rafah, the place israel's told them is a "safe zone", makes you complicit, you're not uneducated you're ignorant

the little habits of kento nanami are what heighten your domestic experience with him. you’ve gotten used to the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee in the early morning, at 7am sharp every day. despite your alarm being set for a little later, for around 7:30am, the aroma tugs you out of your sleep with no complaints from you.

and when you shower, you can smell his aftershave and body wash - nothing too scented, but enough strength to scream masculinity. you’re grateful that nanami works so hard to provide you with everything you could possibly want, from bags to food to a big house. you mentally recite this thanks to him every time you step into your walk in closet, the right side yours and the left his.

nanami has a habit of investing in a new cologne every three months, not because he becomes disinterested with his previous but because he likes to have a routine for everything; consistency. he’s adopted your habit of matching his perfume to his outfit and ever since, lets you pick out the most suitable pairing.

when you finally head downstairs, you find him seated at the dining table, book in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his coffee steaming in his black mug - the one you gifted him that says “no overtime, my wife misses me”. he smiles softly when he sees you, placing his book on the table and motioning to you.

nanami has a habit of resting his face on your stomach when you hug him as he’s seated, a deep sigh escaping him. “ ‘morning, kento,” you smile sleepily, running a hand through his hair. “good morning, sweetheart.” he kisses your lower abdomen and rests a hand on the back of your upper thigh, gazing into each others eyes for a moment before you shy away and sit opposite him.

nanami has a habit of maintaining tidiness. his shoes are next to yours by the door, his shirts - neatly pressed - up in the side of his closet dedicated to his daily outfit. he has a pair of pyjamas that match yours, a black satin set with roses embroidered on the chest pocket. he loves letting you do your skincare on him, sitting on his chest and pushing his hair back with your bunny headband. his hands rest on your hips as you apply various creams, serums and face masks. at some point, he falls asleep under you, chest rising and falling with his soft breaths.

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hi love, is it possible for you to write something where jude and the reader are out for dinner with maybe his teammates or family and he fingers the reader under the table while whispering dirty things in her ear please x

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ under the table. jude bellingham smut

maybe it was the adrenaline that surged through your veins.

or it could have been the way he'd looked at you before you left — all wide-eyed and smirking.

whatever it was that had resulted in this was definitely something you weren't complaining about. jude's knee brushed against yours as you parted your thighs. wider.

wide enough for him to snake his hand a little further.

"you want this? in front of everyone, hm?" he disguised his questioning with a cough. fake enough to fool the others that were sat around the table. discussing whatever. blissfully unaware that your underwear was being pushed to the side right beneath the table.

the risk of being caught only made your stomach warmer. a familiar knot tightening in the pit of your abdomen as you waited. the brush of jude's thumb against your semi-clothed clit making you clench. around, sadly, absolutely nothing.

you could have waited till you got home. or at least excused yourself to the bathroom. the buck of your hips pressed his thumb further against you. dampened cotton of your underwear stuck to you. another layer that caused a sense of intense frustration.

jude's fingers were long. slender. parting your cunt effortlessly as they slipped further between your already shaking thighs.

it was delirious. insanity.

the focus on the conversation unfolding before you was merely background noise. a nice accompaniment as jude's fingertips circled your hole. slowly.

almost relishing in the way you were being so feral.

"oh, you enjoyed that part, didn't you?" his cocky gaze landed on yours as he inserted you in the gossiping. a single finger etching inside of you. stopping just before his middle phalanx.

if you were anywhere but here you would have complained. snaked your hand around his wrist and drove his finger further inside of you.

but you couldn't.

jude's head ducked towards yours. eyes dropping to sneak a peek at the way your stomach tightened beneath the table. hot breath fanning over the side of your jaw, "everyone can probably hear how wet you are right now..."

every vein in your body ached as you felt him push a little further. his finger nearly encased in your cunt as you clenched. tightly. dragging a low hum of gratitude from your boyfriend as he stroked it inside of you. torturously.

his rhythm lacked any sense of cohesion. small mutters of "good girl" and "look at you, so close to cumming all over my fingers when everyone can see you" spurring you on. each whisper was disguised - his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as everyone indulged in their own lives around the table.

your vision blurred as he added another finger. two digits curling inside of you. thick. almost unable to scissor as you could have sworn you saw stars. you were aware your face was burning. embarrassingly.

he daren't move any quicker than he already was. the ball in the pit of your tummy threatening to unravel. coaxing your orgasm out of you. silently.

[ SMAU ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five.

୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami

୨୧˚ cw; profanity

୨୧˚ an; sorry for lack of replies to my inbox msgs!! i’m busy with finals and these uploads are automated on my queue loll but i will reply to you guys soon!! also,, nobody mention the jjk leaks to me im not ready to talk about them yet.

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