-> First Class | Aurelien Tchouameni | Part Two

-> first class | aurelien tchouameni | part two

part one | genre: smut 18+ minors dni

aurelien t. x black!fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kim!”

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

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

“I literally don’t know.”

“What did he say this morning?”

“I haven’t seen him yet.”

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

I’ll take care of it, he’d said.

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

——

When you made it downstairs you were surprised to hear the tiny yap of a puppy followed by the sound of its feet trotting across the floor. The house was immaculate and spacious and it seemed to take the puppy forever to make it to you. You immediately took to the dog and squatted to rub on him. He was young but he was massive. He gnawed at your wrist playfully and you instigated with him, pushing him around lightly. You took in the space, surprised by the warmth of his home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Aurelién.

“Anything for you, belle.

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great, when’s your flight out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you book your flight?”

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

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

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, why?”

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

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

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

“Yeah but spending half my rent is crazy.”

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

“Aurelien you cannot be serious.”

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

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

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

“It’s not happening.”

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

“Aurelien!” You groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

“Seriously.”

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

“That’s a lot of money.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do what?”

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aurelien.” Your tone was desperate and airy.

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

“You’re teasing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two of you were end game.

——

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

You: [attachment: four images]

You: 🥰🤞🏽

Kim: spoiled already i love that for you

Kim: first class 🤭

You: and my man, thank you to MY man

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

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

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

my love is mine, all mine

summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

~one~

“i’m jude bellingham,” you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.

“you’re not funny.”

“i am so. you know you wanna laugh,” you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning.

“no.”

“guys, he’s smiling! he knows i’m funny,” you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other person’s hand away.

“you guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!”

“right right, sorry. i’m jude and that’s y/n,” you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.

“we’re here to see who loves the other person more.”

“no. try again.”

“we’re actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?” jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.

“whatever you say m’love. do you wanna ask the first question?”

~two~

wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest he’s ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.

jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.

meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. you’ve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they would’ve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.

“baby, why are you standing so far? c’mere,” jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.

“congratulations my love. i’m so proud of you,” you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.

“thank you for being here.”

“i’d travel across the moon for you.”

“i’ll travel across the galaxy for you,” jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.

“must you always have to one up me?”

“yes. i would give you the world if i could.”

“luckily for you, you are my world and you’re already all mine,” your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.

“and you’re all mine,” jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too darling,” jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.

completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.

~three~

“i’m ready to shake my ass on this yacht!” you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.

“ew i prefer you didn’t. don’t wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.”

“i prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?” everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.

“keep it in your pants bellingham,” you push his chest with a knowing smirk.

“i can’t. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,” it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.

“you are a perv. stop being nasty,” you pointed at him and walked away from him.

jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldn’t even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.

“you know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you don’t,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.

“i do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,” you replied with, in between your constant giggles.

~four~

football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of jude’s and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.

“jude,” you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didn’t move an inch.

“babe,” you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasn’t fully awake.

“i can’t sleep.”

“darling it’s like three in the morning,” the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when he’s half asleep.

“i know, i’m sorry. i just can’t sleep.”

jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.

“what do you want me to do exactly?”

“stay up with me until i fall asleep?”

the silence was loud as you guys studied each other’s faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.

“let’s have some tea then.”

“okay.”

you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.

“here you go m’love,” sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.

“thank you baby. i’m sorry i woke you.”

“it’s not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldn’t sleep?”

“no, i just couldn’t sleep,” you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.

“well luckily i’m really good boyfriend.”

“oh really?”

“mmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?”

“you have a point bellingham,” you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. “have i ever told you i love you?”

“hmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“once or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.”

“where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.

“i’m kidding. i love you more,” jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.

“not possible. i love you wayyy more.”

“ugh as if.”

Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

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WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

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The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take. 

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.  

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.” 

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you. 

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace. 

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot. 

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omg can you do a jobe bellingham smut plzzz where he takes everything slow with you and calls you baby??!?

Sunderland had just won a match so when jobe came home all he wanted was you. You honestly don’t know what led to it but it started with a slow and passionate kiss. He was all slow and carful. He fingered you for a little bit to help stretch you. When he was slowly inching his cock in he was whispering things like, “doing so good for me baby,” and “such a pretty girl huh?” And even, “that’s its baby that’s all.” When he’s finally fully inside. He start to rock back and forth all slow and passionate just wanting to have soft sex. You loved it, you would kiss him and it felt amazing than just regular sex it had more meaning to it almost. And he has amazing aftercare, cleaning you up with a warm cloth and running you a nice bath even sitting in it with you. You can’t help yourself but think about your future with him.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat

Usually don’t read long fics but I read it and I don’t regret it.❤️

i love your virgil smut so much, dominant and size kink 😫😫 wondering if you could write the one that is similar for jude too please ❤

I know this one took me forever to upload but I had to make sure it was perfect for you guys. After 3 rewrites, I present to you...

After Hours

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — the one where you are his only desire.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 10.5k.

Warnings! FLUFF! He's down badddd, NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, protected vaginal sex (stay safe), oral sex (f receiving), hot sex, multiple orgasms, dom!Jude, sub!reader.

The Penthouse was alive with energy. Trent's birthday had drawn out the kind of crowd that made it impossible to move without brushing shoulders with someone.

Laughter spills over the booming bass of the music, blending with the distinct smell of alcohol and food wafting throughout the house. A mix of conversations buzz in every corner of the house—loud, overlapping, and relentless.

Jude leans against the far wall of the living room, eyes half-lidded as he sips from a drink he barely cares for. He wasn’t really a fan of these gatherings; too many people, too much noise. But Trent was a friend, and bailing wasn't an option.

At least not yet.

He was giving the party until midnight before making his excuses and heading out. It's 11:57. Almost there.

His gaze flickers to the clock mounted over the TV, then around the room at the partygoers. He spots Trent across the room, laughing and hugging a group of people, and smiles. He's happy his friend is having a good time.

He checks his watch again, making a silent vow to himself to stay put for at least two more minutes. He exhales quietly, thinking of how easy it would be to slip out unnoticed. He's already halfway to deciding on an exit strategy when something—someone—catches his attention.

There you are.

Standing on your tiptoes, trying—and failing—to grab something from the top shelf in the kitchen. Your brows furrow in concentration, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you stretch as far as your short frame would allow, but it's no use.

The cup remains tantalizingly out of reach, and it looks like you'd been at it for a while, silently battling the shelf like it was some kind of cruel joke.

Amused, Jude can't help the smirk tugging at his lips. The scene is oddly endearing.

His gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment on your curvy figure before he sets his drink down, the thought of leaving slipping from his mind. His legs move before he can stop himself, carrying him across the room with an easy stride. It takes him a second to cross the living room, dodging a couple of people on his way before finally reaching the kitchen.

Jude pauses just behind you, his height towering over your small frame. You don't notice him at first, too focused on your mission to retrieve the elusive cup.

A grin plays at the corner of his mouth as he reaches up with ease, his long arm grabbing the cup that had been giving you such a hard time.

You finally notice him, head snapping around, eyes widening as you take in his presence. You're flushed, whether from the exertion or embarrassment, Jude isn't sure, but the sight made something warm bubble up in his chest.

“Need a hand?” His voice is low, teasing, his smirk not fading.

You blink at him, brows furrowing slightly before a small, sheepish smile pulls at your lips. "That obvious, huh?" you mutter, voice soft but laced with a hint of humor. Your cheeks are a little pink, but you don't seem angry, just mildly exasperated.

Jude raises an eyebrow, his smirk still firmly in place. “I don’t know, you were getting pretty close. Maybe another few inches and you would've nailed it.”

You roll your eyes at him, embarrassment fading into something lighter. “Oh, shut up. Are you going to give me the cup, or are you just here to gloat?”

He chuckles, lowering the cup to your level. “Maybe a bit of both.”

You snatch it from his hand with a dramatic sigh, but the small smile you wear tells him you aren’t really upset. “Thanks... I guess,” you say, tone playfully begrudging. You set the cup down and turn to him, raising your eyes to his face.

There's a pause between you both as you take him in. He can see it, the way your gaze drags down his chest, over his arms, and back up again. His body responds to the attention, a spark of attraction lighting up inside him as he watches you study him.

He likes that. The way you look at him like that. He wants to see it again.

“So...” he says, interrupting your stare. “What's the occasion?” His eyes flick to the cup on the counter. “Late night tea party for one? I didn't know those were a thing.” He's not sure why he says it, maybe just to keep the light banter going. It feels like he should say something.

He watches you raise an eyebrow at him, the corner of your lips curling into an amused smile. “I needed a drink. Thought it was better than bothering the bartender.” You shrug, picking up the cup and sauntering over to the fridge. He follows you with his eyes, taking in the sway of your hips, his heart rate picking up a little as he thinks of how much fun he could have with your curvy little body.

“I can make one for you if you want,” Jude offers, his voice still teasing, but there’s a new edge to it, something more playful, maybe even flirtatious. He leans against the kitchen counter, eyes following your movements as you reach into the fridge, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

You glance back over your shoulder at him, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "You? Make a drink?" you ask, amusement dripping from your tone.

He chuckles softly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve been known to make a decent one or two. What are you in the mood for?”

You pause at the fridge, considering his offer for a moment before shutting the door without grabbing anything. Turning to face him, you lean back against the counter, mirroring his stance. “Surprise me.”

Jude grins, pushing off the counter as he steps closer, now standing directly in front of you. The space between you narrows, not quite enough to be uncomfortable, but just enough for the tension to feel palpable. He reaches up to grab a couple of bottles from the liquor cabinet above the sink, and you watch him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“So, do you always rescue people from their beverage-related dilemmas?” you ask, your tone light and teasing, though you can’t help but admire the ease with which he moves. There’s something effortless about him.

Jude smirks, eyes flicking to yours as he pours the first drink. “Only when they look as helpless as you did.”

You gasp, feigning offense, and lightly swat his arm. “I wasn’t helpless! I was just… strategically challenged.”

He laughs, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, it drowns out the rest of the party’s noise. “Right. My mistake,” he says, handing you the drink with a smirk that makes it clear he’s not sorry at all.

You take the glass from his hand, your fingers brushing against his for a brief moment, and you feel the electric tingle of the contact. It’s subtle but undeniable, and you wonder if he felt it too.

“Thanks,” you say, bringing the glass to your lips. You take a sip, the cool liquid soothing as it slides down your throat. You meet his gaze over the rim of the cup, noting the way his eyes seem to darken slightly as they lock onto yours.

“No problem,” he replies, voice quieter now, almost intimate despite the noise surrounding you. His eyes don’t leave yours, and for a brief second, it feels like the rest of the party has faded into the background, leaving just the two of you standing there, locked in this moment.

The drink is strong, but surprisingly good. You raise your eyebrows, impressed despite yourself.

“Well?” he asks, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter with a smug expression. “Do I pass?”

You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. “Okay, fine. I’ll give you that one. It’s decent.”

"Decent, huh?" Jude’s grin widens, a flicker of something playful lighting up his face. "I'll take that as high praise."

You shake your head, laughing softly as the tension between you both begins to shift into something easier, more comfortable. “I didn’t mean that as praise,” you tease, taking another sip from your drink.

He chuckles at the light jab, the sound rumbling from his chest. “Of course not.” Jude glances at his watch, raising his brows slightly as he notices how late it is.

He hadn’t planned to stay for long, but he was having too much fun chatting with you to leave right now. It wasn’t like him to enjoy a conversation so much, especially at a party like this. There was something about you that drew him in, made him want to stay and learn more about you.

“Are you leaving?” you ask, seeming to notice his attention on his watch.

He raises his gaze to meet yours, blinking. He shrugs, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “Was just about to leave, actually.”

Your smile falters slightly, just for a second. “Already? But the party’s just getting started.”

“Not really my scene,” Jude admits, glancing back toward the crowded living room.

You nod, gaze flicking back to the drink in your hand as you swirl it absentmindedly. “Well, glad you did. Otherwise, I’d probably still be standing here, struggling for that cup like a fool.”

His eyes glimmer with amusement. “It wasn’t that bad.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. You were laughing at me.”

“Not laughing,” he corrects, a teasing edge to his voice. “Just…observing.”

His gaze flicks to yours, lips twitching with a grin. You arch an eyebrow at the response, but the playful teasing has you smiling again.

“So,” Jude says, suddenly changing the topic. “How do you know Trent?”

“He’s my sister's boyfriend” you reply, “You?”

“Wait! You're Y/N?” He blinks at you, realization dawning as he takes in the information. “Right. I should’ve made the connection earlier.” He laughs softly at himself, shaking his head.

You look exactly like your sister, with people sometimes mistaking you for twins. Your height was the only way for people to distinguish you sometimes. With her being 5'5 and you being 5'2.

You smile at his confusion, seeming amused by his reaction. “Yeah, that’s me. How do you know her?”

“Trent brought her to my New Year's party.”

“Oh, yeah...” You frown at him, as though remembering something. “You’re Jude, right? I think my sister has mentioned you a few times.”

He smirks at the memory, feeling something warm in his chest at the mention of your sister talking to you about him. “That’s me.”

A small silence falls between you both, the tension growing less easy now, but not quite uncomfortable. He thinks of something to say, but before he can open his mouth, you beat him to it.

“Do you want to step outside with me for a minute?” you ask, already setting your drink down on the counter.

He blinks, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in topic. He was about to ask you to grab another drink with him when you mentioned going outside.

“Sure,” he replies finally, picking his drink up from the counter. “Lead the way.” He follows you through the crowded house, almost losing you a couple of times as you seem to disappear into the crowd. Damn, you're short.

The balcony is quieter than the inside, a couple smoking in the corner, but otherwise, it's fairly empty. The sounds of the party are muted now, a muffled background noise. The cold air feels like a welcome relief after the heat of the crowded living room.

“Nice out here,” he says as you sit down at a lounge, nodding to the empty spot next to you as he lowers himself onto it.

You smile, settling into your seat as you pull your jacket a little tighter against the chill. "Yeah, it's nice to get some air. Gets a bit suffocating in there."

Jude nods, glancing back toward the house where the sounds of the party still hum faintly through the walls. He’s relieved to be out here, away from the chaos, but more than that, he's glad you're here too. Conversation feels... easy with you, even though you've only known each other for a few minutes.

"So, you do this often?" he asks, leaning back in the seat, watching the way you absentmindedly twirl a strand of hair between your fingers.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "What, escape to the balcony?"

"No, I meant..." He gestures vaguely with his drink, smirking a little. "Come to these kinds of parties."

You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "Not really. Trent's parties are... something, but my sister drags me along sometimes. I think she feels bad leaving me home alone." You roll your eyes, but there's no real annoyance in your tone, just affection.

Jude studies you for a moment, noticing the way your expression softens when you talk about your sister. There's a warmth in your eyes that he hadn't seen earlier, and it makes him curious, wishing you would look at him like that.

"Seems like she cares about you," he says, tone a little softer now.

You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, she does. It's kind of nice, even if I act like it's annoying sometimes."

Jude nods, thinking about his own brother for a moment before turning the conversation back to you. "So, what do you do when you're not at parties you don't really want to be at?"

You snort softly, bringing your knees up to rest your feet on the edge of the lounge. "Oh, you know, just saving the world, one cup at a time."

He chuckles at your sarcasm, but there's a twinkle of genuine amusement in his eyes as he leans forward slightly. "Seriously though."

"Okay, okay," you relent, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "I'm a med student, so I guess you could say I'm learning how to save lives."

Jude's eyebrows lift, impressed. "Wow, that's... intense."

You shrug, though there's a flicker of pride in your expression. "It is, but I love it. Always wanted to be a doctor."

"That's cool," he replies, leaning back again. "I bet you're great at it."

You glance at him, something in his tone catching your attention. He sounded sincere, not like the typical empty flattery you sometimes got. It makes you smile.

A comfortable silence settles between you both as you sip your drinks, the night air crisp but not too cold.

Jude watches you for a moment, noting the way the moonlight casts a soft glow on your face, making your eyes seem brighter in the darkness. There’s something calming about being out here with you, something grounding. It’s not what he expected when he first spotted you struggling with that cup, but now that you’re here, he’s not in any rush to leave.

“You know,” he starts, his voice low but warm, “this isn’t a bad way to spend the night after all.”

You glance over at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I guess it’s not.” You pause, meeting his gaze. “I’m glad you didn’t bail at midnight.”

Jude grins, feeling that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again. "Me too." He leans forward, resting his arm on the back of the lounge chair. "I mean, it would have been a bummer to leave right when I'm just getting to know a woman this beautiful." He smiles softly, his eyes sparkling in the faint light.

You flush, dropping your gaze to your drink as you fidget with the glass. “Um... thanks, I guess.” Your cheeks are hot, but you can't help the flutter in your chest at his words.

Jude notices your blush though, and it brings a smirk to his lips. He enjoys the way you fumble with your drink, clearly nervous at the compliment. He leans back again, sipping his drink quietly for a moment before looking over at you.

"You’re cute," he says, voice dropping down into something softer, lower, more intimate. “Especially when you're embarrassed.”

The flush deepens as you look away, your eyes skipping to the floor. "I'm not embarrassed," you say, but the fact that you're avoiding looking at him says otherwise.

"Sure you’re not," he replies with a chuckle, leaning forward again.

You fidget in your seat, eyes still down. Your cheeks burn, and you’re glad for the dim lighting out here that hopefully hides it. "Stop it," you mutter, but there's a hint of laughter in your voice.

Jude laughs softly, reaching out and sliding his hand into yours. His hand is warm, calloused, bigger than yours, and his fingers wrap easily around yours. "Can't help it," he says, squeezing your hand lightly. "You're too cute."

You swallow, mouth suddenly dry as your eyes dart to his hand in yours. He's holding it loosely, not gripping it tightly, but it's enough to feel possessive somehow, enough to make your heart race and your cheeks flush with heat. You can’t remember the last time someone touched you like this, let alone with such intention.

Your gaze snaps to Jude's, eyes wide and slightly nervous. His eyes are darker now, pupils dilated, his mouth curved in a low, satisfied smile. His thumb presses into the center of your palm, the pressure soft, light, sending goosebumps down your arm.

You swallow again, trying to form words, but coming up with nothing. The air between you feels heavy suddenly, thick with heat and tension, your heart pounding in your ears. You glance back at the house, wondering if anyone can see, if anyone notices, but the windows are empty, the party still going strong inside.

Jude chuckles, low and soft. "You good?" he asks, voice dropping into something lower, husky.

You swallow hard again. Your eyes dart back to his, finding his still locked on yours, his gaze intense.

"Yeah, I'm good," you finally manage to get out, though your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

Jude's smile widens, and he shifts closer, your thighs now touching. "Good." His hand tightens a little around yours, squeezing lightly. "Good," he repeats, his voice dipping into something even softer, more intimate before placing his now empty glass on a nearby table along with yours.

His eyes are still locked on yours, and the way he's watching you, it feels like he's looking right through the layers you’ve carefully built up. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable, but not in a way that’s uncomfortable. In a way that feels… thrilling.

You bite your lip, the warmth of his hand grounding you even as your pulse races. There’s a tension now, something thick in the air that wasn’t there before. It crackles between you, electric, and you don’t know whether to pull away or lean into it.

"Jude…" you start, but your voice trails off. You’re not sure what you’re trying to say. You can’t even think straight.

He tilts his head, watching you carefully. "Yeah?"

You swallow, forcing yourself to hold his gaze, though your stomach twists in nervous anticipation. There’s a strange, fluttery feeling in your chest, like you’re standing at the edge of something new, something you can’t quite name. "What are we doing here?"

He smirks, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a slow, deliberate motion. "Just talking," he says, but the way he says it, the way his eyes darken, suggests that there’s a lot more simmering beneath the surface.

You laugh softly, a little breathless. "Is that what this is?"

His grin widens, and for a moment, he doesn’t respond. He just watches you, studying the way you shift nervously in your seat, the way your lip trembles slightly as you bite it. Finally, he leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "What do you want it to be?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a long moment, you don’t say anything. You can feel the weight of the question hanging between you, his gaze heavy with something you can’t quite place. Something that makes your skin tingle, makes your heart beat faster.

"Jude..." you start again, but again, your voice dies off.

His grin softens. "Yeah?" His hand squeezes yours lightly, his fingers brushing over your wrist as his eyes dart to your mouth.

You feel your cheeks heat all over again, and there's a sudden ache between your legs that you can’t ignore. You fidget, trying not to think about it, trying to focus on the conversation instead. “This is a little... intense, isn't it?"

He chuckles softly, leaning in even closer, his lips just inches from yours now. "It doesn't have to be." His voice drops to a whisper as he looks at you. "I promise. Whatever you want."

For a moment, you don’t speak. You just look at him.

The dim light casts gentle shadows across his face—strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a slightly crooked smile that adds a touch of roguish charm to his otherwise serene expression. His lips are full, inviting. And his eyes. Oh, how beautiful they are. There’s a way he looks at you that makes you feel like the only person in the world. You want to stare into them forever.

He's beautiful.

Slowly, you reach out with your free hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your mouth. Smell the subtle scent of his cologne—a hint of something warm and musky, with a touch of something fresh—mingling with the crisp night air.

Jude lets out a low exhale as he leans in the last few inches to meet you, pressing his lips softly against yours. They're warm and firm, gentle as they slide against yours, teasing a little with each movement. He doesn't rush it, just lets the kiss play out slowly as his hand squeezes around yours, pulling you closer.

You sigh against his mouth as he slides his tongue over your lower lip, a low noise of pleasure slipping from your throat. He groans softly at the sound, his hand shifting from yours to wrap around your side and pull you into his lap, your legs falling to either side of him on the lounge chair. You go willingly, letting him slide his arms around you, feeling him against you now.

Jude breaks the kiss after a moment, leaning back to look at you. "You taste good," he murmurs, his voice rougher now, deeper, his words sending heat flooding through you.

You flush, your cheeks warming again as your eyes drop to his mouth. "You too," you reply, barely above a whisper.

He hums softly, his fingers trailing along your side to brush against your waist. Your breath hitches at the light touch, and his hand moves again, his palm sliding down over your hips. "So fucking soft," he mutters, a smile playing on his lips. "I want to feel every inch of you."

A shiver runs through you at his words, desire burning inside of you at the promise in his voice. "Do it," you whisper, leaning in again to brush your mouth over his.

He groans, his hand pulling your crotch down to meet his. Jude's arms tighten around you, and you feel the hard length of him pressing against your core. You gasp against his mouth at the feel, your hips twitching slightly as he pushes you tighter against him. You both moan softly, your fingers tightening around the back of his head as you grind against him.

Jude pulls back with a chuckle, looking at you through his lashes. "Fuck, baby. You're going to kill me." He leans in again, pressing his mouth to yours as his hands slide underneath your skirt to cup your ass. He kneads your flesh gently, his hands rough against your skin as he squeezes. "Fuck. I knew you'd feel this good." He groans low in his throat, his tongue sliding over your lips once more.

You whimper into his mouth, heat burning in your lower belly as you rock against him. You're wet already, his touches, his words lighting you on fire. His hand shifts, one still cupping your ass as

the other slides between you to press against your clit through your panties.

A choked moan escapes you as you grind into his hand, your hips twisting against him. "Please," you breathe, breaking away from his kiss to lean against his shoulder. "Jude. Please." Your nails dig into his back at the pressure of his fingers through your underwear, his thumb sliding over your clit with each movement of your hips.

Jude lets out a harsh breath, his mouth running along your neck as his hands tighten around you. "God, baby," he groans. "I can't. There's too many people." He nips at your throat, his teeth sliding gently over your skin. "I don't want to share you. Not for one fucking second."

You cry out softly at his words, your hips bucking against his hand. "But I want you," you murmur, rolling your hips into his touch, your teeth sinking into his shoulder.

Jude's hands pull away from you, one cupping your jaw as you lean back against his arm, panting. "Look at me," he rasps, his eyes dark as they meet yours. "There's no way we're going to be able to do this right here." He trails his hand over your breasts, cupping them gently as he murmurs. "I need you too fucking bad, and there's not a chance in hell that I'm going to get you out of your pants before someone realizes what the fuck is going on."

He groans, leaning in to brush his lips over yours. "Come back to my place," he whispers against your mouth, his hand slipping over your hip once more. "Let me take care of you."

You flush at his words, his touch sending fire shooting through you. Your hand wraps around his arm, fingers digging into his skin. "Okay," you agree, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes slipping closed.

"Jesus," Jude breathes out, pulling you against his chest as he leans his mouth against your forehead. "If I take you home like this," he says, his voice low in your ear, "I'm not going to let you leave my bed for the rest of the night."

You bite your lip, swallowing back a whimper. "That sounds good," you breathe out, heat flooding your body at his words.

Jude’s breath shudders against your forehead. The night air feels colder now, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins. You can’t help but shiver slightly, but it’s not from the cold.

“Let’s go,” he murmurs, his voice low and urgent as he starts to stand, lifting you with him. His grip on you is firm but gentle, as if afraid you might disappear if he holds too tightly. You smile a little at the thought, letting him guide you back inside.

As you walk, his hand slides to your lower back, his arm still wrapped around you. Your smile deepens, and your breath hitches, catching in your throat as you notice the way he’s staring down at you. “What?” you ask, a giggle bubbling up in your throat.

He smiles, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he replies voice barely heard over the music. “I just like looking at you.”

You blush, biting your lip as you turn your gaze. A few of his friends glance at you, their gazes flicking to Jude’s hand wrapped around you before they turn back to their conversation.

He guides you through the crowd, his hand never leaving the small of your back, making sure you’re close to him. He stops by a group of friends, his mouth moving as he talks to them, but you don’t hear his words. You’re too busy looking up at him, taking in the hard planes of his face, the way his eyes flicker between you and his friends.

You don’t notice when he pulls out his phone, a smile on his lips as he types something out quickly. He slips it into his pocket, turning to wrap his arm back around you. His eyes flicker over your face, a grin playing on his lips as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “My driver is here,” he says softly. “Want to go?”

You nod quickly, heat burning inside of you. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you through the crowd again as you make your way to the door.

Jude holds your hand as he opens the door, stepping back to let you exit first. You do, walking out of Trent's penthouse and into the cool night air. The Porsche is parked at the curb, its doors already open as you step out. A driver stands next to it, his hands clasped in front of him as he waits.

You get in first, feeling like royalty as you slide into the smooth leather seats. The door closes behind you, and Jude slides in beside you. You catch a glimpse of his smile as he slides his arm around you, pulling your legs over his lap as he leans against you.

The car glides smoothly from the curb, heading down the highway toward the city. You lean back against the seat, feeling Jude's hand slide up your leg, his fingertips ghosting under the hem of your skirt. You turn to face him, grinning as you play with the collar of his shirt.

His eyes flick to your hand, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as you tease the fabric. "What are you thinking?" Jude murmurs, his voice thick with that same low, gravelly tone that sends shivers down your spine.

You shrug, feigning innocence. "Just wondering if you always wear shirts this nice," you tease, brushing your fingertips against the fabric again, trailing lightly along the edge of his collar.

Jude chuckles, low and deep, leaning his head back against the seat as his fingers slide further up your thigh, sending a wave of heat crashing through you.

Your breath catches, and you can't help the way your body reacts to his touch. The closeness, the heat, the tension—all of it coils tight inside of you like a spring wound too tight, waiting to snap. You glance down, watching his hand inch further beneath the fabric of your skirt, teasing but never fully satisfying.

The city lights outside blur as the car speeds down the highway, a soft hum filling the silence between you. The world seems distant, fading away as you lose yourself in the moment, in him. Jude’s hand pauses, resting just at the top of your thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth lazily over your skin. It’s torture, slow and deliberate, making your body crave more.

"You have no idea what you’re in for, baby," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You grin, the anticipation coiling tighter in your belly as you press your mouth to his jaw, kissing along the sharp line there, tasting the faint hint of cologne on his skin. Jude’s hand shifts, sliding up to rest on your lower back, his fingers splayed wide as he presses you closer against him. His breath is ragged, his pulse quick under your lips, and you know he’s as affected by this as you are.

The car slows to a stop, and you glance out the window to see the entrance to a sleek high-rise building, all glass and steel, gleaming under the night sky. Jude doesn’t waste a second. He slides out of the car, his hand still gripping yours as he helps you out, pulling you close as he leads you toward the entrance.

The moment you step inside the building, the atmosphere shifts—quiet, intimate. The lobby is dimly lit, modern, and elegant, with polished floors and soft lighting. You barely register any of it, too focused on the way Jude’s fingers are laced with yours, the heat of his hand grounding you in the moment.

An elevator door opens, and Jude pulls you inside, pressing you up against the mirrored wall the second the doors close. His mouth is on yours in an instant, the kiss hot and urgent, all of the restraint from earlier gone in a flash. You gasp against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as you kiss him back just as fiercely, your body arching into his.

His hands are everywhere—on your waist, sliding up your back, gripping your hips. He groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, making you weak at the knees. "I’ve been waiting all night for this," he murmurs between kisses, his voice low and full of need.

You pull back just enough to look at him, your breaths coming fast, your heart pounding in your chest. "So have me," you whisper, your voice breathless, your fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Jude's eyes darken, his grip on you tightening as the elevator dings softly, signaling that you've reached his floor. He doesn't say another word. Instead, he grabs your hand again, pulling you down the hall toward his apartment, his pace quick and purposeful. Your pulse quickens with every step, the anticipation thrumming through your veins.

The door to his apartment swings open, and before you can even take in your surroundings, Jude pulls you inside, his hands already sliding under your jacket, pushing it off your shoulders as he backs you up against the nearest wall.

His mouth crashes down on yours again, the kiss rough and demanding, full of the same need that's been building inside you all night.

You arch against him, your arms looping around his neck as you pull him closer, kissing him back with just as much passion. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your waist tight as he presses you harder into the wall, his hips grinding against yours.

You can feel the hard length of him through his jeans, his cock straining against the fabric, sending a jolt of arousal through you. A whimper slips from your lips, and Jude growls low in his throat, his teeth grazing your jaw, your throat, making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking sexy." His hands shift, sliding up under your skirt to grip your ass, his fingers kneading the flesh as he lifts you up, his hard cock pressing right where you need it most.

You cry out, your head falling back against the wall, your breath catching as he grinds his cock against your pussy through the fabric of his jeans, the friction making your body clench tight with anticipation. His mouth is relentless, licking, sucking, and biting its way down your neck, sending waves of heat through you.

"Jude," you gasp, his name slipping from your lips on a moan.

He makes a rough sound, deep in his throat, and lifts you higher against him, his hands rough on your skin, his grip bruising. "Your ass is perfect," he mutters, his mouth traveling back to yours as he presses your hips harder into the wall, the thrusts of his cock against you almost enough to send you over the edge.

You're panting, gasping, your body trembling as the tension winds tighter and tighter inside you. Jude's hands are everywhere, groping and teasing as he devours your mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out in a rhythm that matches the thrusts of his hips.

The pleasure is almost too much, the anticipation threatening to boil over at any second. But then Jude suddenly stops, pulling back just a bit to look at you. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with lust as his chest heaves with heavy breaths.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, his voice still low and rough, but his eyes locked intently on yours.

You nod, breathless. "more than anything" you answer honestly.

He nods once, then presses your body flat against the wall again. "Good," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. It's hard and fast, almost brutal. Then, before you even know what's happening, he lifts you away from the wall and carries you away.

Jude’s grip is steady, firm as he carries you effortlessly through the spacious apartment. You barely notice the surroundings, too consumed by the fire between you, by the way his touch sets your skin ablaze. His lips find yours again, devouring, urgent, as he moves with purpose down the hallway.

You don't care where he's taking you as long as he keeps going. The feel of his hard cock against you is addictive. You arch your hips, pressing closer against him as he walks.

The next thing you know, your back hits the soft surface of his bed, and you land with a bounce, your skirt riding up your thighs. Jude stops at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking you from head to toe as he begins to pull off his shirt. The fabric ripples down his torso, revealing a chiseled chest and abs, taut muscles flexing beneath his skin.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding harder in your chest, anticipation burning through you like fire.

He’s bigger than you in every way. His hands are twice the size of yours, his biceps thicker than your thighs. He’s not a huge man, not overly muscled, but there’s a raw power in his body that’s undeniable. And you’re so tiny compared to him — so small that your head only comes up to his shoulder.

It’s not something he usually thinks about, but in the moment, it becomes a living thing. The size difference between the two of you is so apparent, so obvious, it’s hard to ignore. And for some reason, it makes Jude’s cock even harder.

Your eyes are locked on him, dark and dilated, as if you want nothing more than his hands on you. He steps closer, reaching for the fly of his pants. Your gaze tracks his every movement, your breathing quickening as he unbuttons his jeans.

You wet your lips, sitting up to lean forward on the bed. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks flushed with heat as Jude’s pants fall to his feet, revealing his boxers, the shape of his cock straining thickly against the fabric.

You lick your lips again, your eyes drifting up to his as he kicks his pants away, standing at the foot of his bed in only his boxers. The room seems to grow hotter.

"I'm going to fuck you so good," he promises, his voice low, husky, making you whimper with need.

The way he says it makes you want to agree, to give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. You bite your lip, your pulse throbbing in your ears as he steps closer to you, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck.

He hauls you close, your thighs parting automatically as his knees hit the mattress and he comes down on top of you. His mouth finds yours, his lips coaxing yours open as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His kiss is hot and wet and everything you want in this moment.

He kisses you deep and slow, his weight pressing you down into his mattress. You moan into the kiss, your tongue moving against his as you roll your hips against him. He groans into the kiss, his cock twitching against you where you're grinding against it.

His hand slides down your body, his palm smoothing up to cup your breast. You squeak as he grabs it and squeezes. He smiles against your mouth, thrusting his hips against you as you mewl and squirm beneath him.

"Fuck," he grunts, kissing down your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your throat. He nips at your skin, sucking a mark on the skin above your collarbone.

You whine, clutching at his shoulders and he bites harder, making you gasp. The sound turns him on, his hips jutting against you like he can't stop himself.

He pulls back to look at you, a smile twisting his lips. You're flushed pink, your pupils blown wide, lips plump from kissing him.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his expression tender as he looks at you, his hands moving over you in a slow caress. He tugs your skirt down your hips, tossing it aside, leaving you in just your lingerie. His hands come back up to you, running down the sides of your thighs, his thumbs brushing the waistband of your panties.

You moan as he touches you, your back arching. You're desperate for more. He laughs, his touch teasing, light as he rubs his thumbs along the edges.

"Please," you whimper, reaching for his shoulders. His hands slide up, his thumbs hooking into the straps of your bra and tugging it down your arms. He pulls it off, his gaze falling on the curves of your naked breasts. He groans as he takes you in, his eyes hot as they look at you.

He drops his head to suck a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, making you cry out. His hand finds your other breast, kneading it in his palm, squeezing. You gasp, your hips jolting up at the feel of his mouth on you.

He sucks harder, his teeth raking over your sensitive flesh. You moan, your nails digging into his back as he draws on your breast.

A shiver runs through your body as his hand falls to the waistband of your underwear. He tugs them down your legs and you raise your hips automatically, letting him pull them all the way off.

You're naked now, exposed and trembling with need as he looks down at you, sprawled out on his bed. Fuck.

You look so hot. So tiny and small compared to him, it’s impossible not to feel that urge to use you, to bend you to his will. It’s been there since the balcony, his desire to own you, to take care of you, but right now, it’s almost overwhelming.

"Spread your legs," he murmurs as he runs a finger up the inside of your thigh. You part your knees automatically for him and his hand moves straight up to your pussy. He presses his palm flat against your mound, his fingers slipping through your folds to feel your heat.

"Fuck," he groans, "look at you." You can't help but look. Your body is so much smaller than his, his hands spanning half the length of your thigh.

You gasp at the touch, your head falling back against the bed as he teases your clit. His fingers slide between your folds, rubbing, parting you open to find the entrance to your cunt. He circles it, his finger dipping inside, and you gasp.

You try to roll your hips and he moves his hand, using his palm to press you still.

"Let me play with you," he murmurs. You whimper, your body shivering with the touch. His mouth comes down over your breast again as he thrusts his finger into you with a squelch. "Shit, baby you're so wet." You moan at the stretch of his finger inside you, arching up against him. His teeth graze your nipple, his lips sucking it in his mouth.

You whine at the feel of him sucking on your nipple while his finger is inside you. The dual sensations make you gasp for breath as he thrusts into you, deep, making you clench around him.

His mouth moves to your other breast and he slides a second finger inside you as he sucks on your skin. You cry out, your back bowing as he uses his hand to hold you in place.

He finger fucks you, working your body with his touch as he nips at the curve of your breast, his teeth scraping your skin. He's careful not to hurt you, but you want him to go further.

He seems to realize that as he kisses his way back up your body. He holds his weight off you on one arm, his other hand still buried between your thighs as he works your cunt with his fingers.

You gasp as he curls his fingers inside you, stroking over your g-spot as he kisses your lips. You feel the build of your orgasm in the tightening of your belly, in the way your toes curl and your thighs clench. He rubs you faster, his mouth eating at yours as he drives you higher and higher.

The orgasm hits you like a wave, rolling through your body and leaving you trembling in his hold. You cry out against his mouth as he rides you through it, his fingers working your pussy until it's spent.

He kisses your lips softly as he pulls his hand from you, his cock still hard against your leg. He shifts his hips to the side, sliding between your legs as you lay there, flushed and panting.

His hands move to his boxers, tugging them down his hips as you watch. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of his cock, thick and long and hot. He's so big. Unlike anyone you've had before. You have no idea how he’s going to fit.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Jude’s mouth moving over your stomach, kissing his way down your body. His kisses are slow, sweet and you let him, relaxing against the bed with a moan.

His lips move over your hipbones, his tongue licking the skin and you can't help the giggle that escapes. He pauses to look up at you, his eyebrow arched in amusement.

"You ticklish?" he asks. You nod and he chuckles as he moves closer. His mouth drops to your mound and you gasp as his lips place a gentle kiss on it.

"Jude," you whisper, your fingers sliding into his hair.

He moans, his lips moving over your pussy. He kisses your folds as he pushes them apart with his fingers and you arch under the touch. Your thighs part, falling open to let him have his way and he takes it, kissing along your slit, his tongue flicking out to tease you. You shiver at the feel of it on your clit and he repeats it, circling your little nub in a teasing caress.

He growls against you as he licks you open. Your cunt is wet and pink and fucking perfect. His tongue is long and rough against your sensitive skin and you gasp, clutching at the bedding as he goes to town. He sucks on you, his tongue pushing inside, licking your taste on his lips as he drinks you in.

His hands come down on either side of your thighs, pressing them open as his mouth finds your clit and sucks. Your body jolts at the feel of his lips, his tongue flicking at you in a quick caress that has you gasping in shock.

You whimper, your toes curling as he eats at you. You've never felt anything like this before. It's incredible, the way his mouth feels on you, his tongue stroking you in long swipes.

"Jude, fuck," you gasp and his growl vibrates against your clit as he works you towards another orgasm.

It doesn't take long. You're so sensitive, so worked up already. His tongue flicks over your clit in quick circles and you burst in a rush, your whole body trembling with the force of it. Your thighs clamp down around his head as he holds you steady, his tongue still stroking your clit through it.

You’re sensitive to the point of pain by the time he eases off, licking slowly as he lets you come down from the orgasm. You whine, your legs still clamped around his head and he gently works you open, his hands soft on your thighs.

His face is wet with your taste as he comes up over you, kissing you deep and filthy, making you taste yourself on his lips.

He's hard as hell against your thigh, his cock pressing into you and you roll your hips up in instinctive need. He groans, grinding his cock against you, rutting you like he needs it.

"I need you," you pant, kissing him, your hands running down his back. "Please, I need it."

His groan is thick and guttural. "Yeah, baby, need that big cock in that tight little pussy? Want me to fuck it? Hm?" He thrusts his hips against you to punctuate his words and you moan. You gasp, your eyes going wide at the way he talks, but fuck, you like it. It makes you hot, his dirty words making you need more.

You nod, your fingers sliding down to his ass, holding his hips tighter to your body. "Yes," you agree, "please, I want it."

"Fuck, you are so fucking hot," he whispers as he leans to the side to reach for a drawer in the bed, pulling out a condom. He tears it open and slides it over his cock, his hands slick with lube as he fists himself, working his shaft. Never taking his eyes off you. Fuck. This is going to be so good.

He drops on top of you, his weight heavy on you as he braces his elbows beside your head. his hands running up your thighs and hooking underneath your knees. He pushes them up towards your chest, opening you wide and you feel vulnerable in his hold, tiny and exposed as he lines his cock up with your cunt.

"You ready for me, baby? Gonna fill you up," he growls, his eyes dark and serious as he watches your reaction.

You can only moan, unable to talk as you feel his cock at the entrance to your body, hot and hard against you.

He stops, his eyes locked on yours as he checks on you. "You okay?" he whispers.

Your breath hitches, and your eyes flicker to his. There’s a tenderness in his gaze, cutting through the thick haze of lust that surrounds you both. The way his voice softens when he asks—it's a moment of clarity, and it grounds you.

You nod, feeling the pressure of him right there, so close to entering. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice breathy, lost in the pleasure he's giving you. "I'm okay."

Jude's lips curve into a small smile, one that only deepens the wetness between your legs. His hands squeeze your thighs gently, reassuring you. "Good. I'll take care of you," he promises, and then his eyes drop to where he's pressed against you.

You moan, your mouth dropping open as you feel him press into you.

"Ah," you gasp, looking up at him in shock. Your fingers curl into the sheets, your body not yet adjusted to his size. He's huge inside you, thick, your walls stretching to accommodate him. The burn of his penetration is almost painful and you clench around his cock instinctively.

His breath shudders, and you can hear the restraint in his groan as he fights to keep it slow. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he mutters, forehead resting against yours as your gummy walls squeeze his cock.

You can feel him everywhere. His breath hot on your neck, his hands firm on your legs, his cock stretching you in ways you’ve never felt before.

You're fucking ruined for life. Ruined for anyone else.

You gasp, your body taut and trembling, and he moans as he settles deep inside your body. His eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as he gasps.

For a moment, neither of you move. His hips stay locked against yours, the both of you catching your breath. Jude’s hands caress your thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin there as if to ease you into this. His lips ghost over your cheek, whispering soft words you can barely make out, but you know they’re for you. Only for you.

And then he moves.

It’s a slow, gentle pull out, almost torturous in its pace, followed by a deep thrust back in. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, your back arching as you take him.

"Fuck, you're tight, baby," he pants. "Oh shit, I knew you'd feel good." He drops his forehead to yours with a groan. "But this," he thrusts, his cock moving inside you in a slow, deep stroke, "this is better than I imagined." He looks down at you, watching you as he fucks you, your cunt clenching tight around him as he moves in you. His cock fills you full, so full, and you're hot and tight and wet as hell around him, and he fucking loves it. You can see it in his eyes.

"Jude," his name is a moan as he drives deep inside you, hitting you with a thrust that makes you gasp in shock.

"That feel good, baby?" he pants, his hands sliding down to grab at your ass, holding you still as he fucks into you. You clutch at him, your arms wrapping around him. He kisses you deep, his mouth dropping to yours as his cock thrusts into your cunt. "Love you around my cock," he grunts against your lips. "It's so fucking perfect." Your whimpers make him growl.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin as he fucks you harder, faster, pounding into you. The bed creaks beneath you, the air heavy with the sounds of skin against skin, of gasps and moans. You’re lost in it, in him—completely undone by the way he makes you feel.

It’s like nothing else matters. Nothing. Right now, all that exists is Jude, his body moving against yours, his cock filling you over and over until you can’t think straight.

"Look at you," he pants, "taking it so well." You can feel his words vibrate in his chest, and it only drives you higher.

It’s too much. Too much sensation, too much pleasure, and you cry out, the sound high-pitched and desperate as you clench down around him. "Fuck, fuck, baby," he growls against your lips as he feels it. "That feels so fucking good. Look at me. Look at me when I make you cum." His fingers move down to rub your clit, your pussy clenching tighter around him and he groans, thrusting into you with a growl as he tips you over the edge.

"Jude, Jude," you pant his name like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulders, holding him closer. "Oh shit!" You feel your pussy clench and ripple around him, milking his cock for everything.

Your eyes flutter, your head tipping back with a gasp as your body trembles through the orgasm. Your cunt pulses tight around his cock and he groans as he takes you through it. His thrusts become unsteady, deep and hard and fast as he pounds into your little cunt and you take it.

"Oh yeah," he murmurs against your neck. "There you go. Cum on my cock, baby. That's a good girl." His mouth moves to your shoulder, his teeth sinking into you as he grunts, his body shuddering with pleasure.

He’s close. You feel it in the way he holds himself against you, in the way his breaths become short and heavy against your skin. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, baby," he gasps.

You clench down on his cock with a moan, squeezing his length inside you, and his mouth drops to yours in a hot and filthy kiss.

He fucks into you with a grunt, his thrusts quick and hard as he seeks his release. His body moves against yours in rough jerks, his cock thick inside you, filling you. He growls as he fucks, his lips dropping to your neck.

"Baby," he gasps, "fuck," he moans again, his voice so deep it’s almost a whine. You feel him shudder against you, his whole body trembling as he thrusts into you.

"You want my cum?" he growls against your shoulder and you moan at the words, your body already clenching in response.

"Yes," you gasp. "In me, please." He thrusts deep inside you at your words, his groan loud in your ear.

"I’m gonna fill you so full of it," he pants, grinding deep inside you. "So full," he grunts, face buried in the crook of your neck "gonna fill you up and then it's going to drip out of your tight little pussy."

His lips are hot on your skin as he gasps your name, his body jerking into you. "Fuck," he breathes, his hips rolling against yours in a deep grind.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he rides out the pleasure, cumming again for the fourth time that night. He groans, his hips jerking against yours, thrusting his cock deep inside you as he empties into the condom. His fingers curl into you, holding your body close as he fills you, and it’s so good.

The way he feels inside you, the way his cock throbs and pulses as he cums. You can feel it, even through the condom, and it makes you gasp. He thrusts again, groaning as he keeps going, wanting to fuck you through it as much as you do.

And then it’s over.

His body shudders through the aftershocks and he goes still on top of you. His head drops to your shoulder, his breath coming in ragged pants as he holds you close, riding out the aftershocks together.

His face moves back to yours, his lips pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Well, shit," he mutters against you. "You're amazing."

You giggle, your hands running over his back. His weight is comforting on top of you as you come down, your breaths slowing. You let him stay for a moment, enjoying the weight and heat of his body before he pulls out and rolls to the side, stripping off the condom and tossing it into a bin by his bed.

You follow him to the side, turning and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you let the afterglow wash through you. He smiles, turning to look at you and lifting his arm.

"Come here," he murmurs.

You roll onto your side, pressing against him as he curls his arm around you, pulling you close. He nuzzles into your hair, his fingers running through it as he pulls your body into his. Your leg lifts, your thighs opening around one of his as you curl into him, the softness of the bed and pillows enveloping you.

"Mmmhmm," he mutters, running his hands down your back. "God, I don't want to move. You feel so good."

You smile against him, kissing his chest. "Me neither. I'm comfortable right here."

He laughs, his chest vibrating with it. He rolls a little closer to the edge of the bed, reaching down and pulling up the blanket. He wraps it around you both, tucking it in so that it covers you completely and you're nestled into him, warm and comfortable.

"Better?" he asks.

"Mmm, perfect."

He hums, his arms coming around you again. He snuggles into you, nuzzling your cheek.

"You are perfect," he tells you, his voice gentle as he lets the afterglow take him over. His lips move against your shoulder, his hands rubbing your back and hips. "Thank you for tonight."

You smile, turning your head so you can kiss him. He moves with you, meeting you in it as his hand cups your cheek. His lips are soft and sweet, his tongue teasing yours as he kisses you back.

When you break it, you both smile and snuggle in, holding each other close.

"Mmmm," he says. "I'm gonna want to do that a lot more." His arm curls around your body, holding you close as you snuggle deeper. "Are you alright?"

"I'm great," you tell him. "That was amazing."

He grins, his body relaxing as he holds onto you. His voice drops into a soft mumble, the last of the afterglow pulling him over. "Good. I can't wait to do it again. Best sex of my life." His hand runs up your side, his finger brushing against your breast. "Can't wait for more of that. You're perfect, baby girl." His lips press against the side of your head and he holds you close. "So perfect for me."

His words send a spark of happiness through you and you smile, dropping your head onto his chest. He holds you closer, his fingers rubbing up your back, his hands resting on your lower back and ass.

Then you feel his body pulling away from yours. You mumble a protest, reaching for him, and you can feel him chuckle.

"Shh, baby, I'll be right back," he tells you softly. His lips press a kiss to your forehead and then he's rolling away from you, moving to the side of the bed. "Just need to run to the bathroom for a minute."

You hum, stretching and letting your eyes flutter open. He's pulling on his boxer briefs, moving out of the bedroom. You watch him go with a little sigh, your body still buzzing from the afterglow. You roll over onto your back, running a hand through your hair and smiling up at the ceiling.

God, he's perfect.

He comes back a few minutes later, a warm towel in his hands. You turn your head to look at him as he moves back onto the bed, a soft smile on his face. He runs the towel up your thigh, leaning down to kiss your hip.

"Spread your legs for me," he murmurs.

Your thighs drop open, letting him clean you with the warm towel. His mouth moves against your skin, his tongue licking at your hip as he holds the towel against you. The warmth feels good against your pussy and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your hips into his touch.

"Does that feel better?" he asks. You nod, his eyes lifting to yours.

"Yeah, that feels really good." Your voice comes out breathy and soft as he cleans you again. "Mmmm."

He smiles, his lips brushing against your stomach. His tongue flicks out to lick at your skin as he moves his mouth lower. You shudder a little, wanting to push your hips up, and his mouth lifts to yours.

He crawls over you, bracing his arms on either side of you. His lips cover yours, kissing you slowly. His tongue slips between your lips, his teeth catching your lip as he moves his hips against you.

Your thighs lift up around his, holding him close between your legs. His cock is hard again, pressing against your stomach, and he groans as he feels it.

"Again?" he asks you.

You smile and nod, reaching up to kiss him again. He smiles too, his lips covering yours.

"Mmmm," you murmur against him. "Yes."

-Bianca🌻

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-> get you alone | aurelién tchouameni

aurelién t. x black!gf!reader

genre: smut with no plot, 18+ minors dni | this is severely unedited and i apologize. i needed to get it out my drafts or i will never post it. this is for my girl @trenterprise

summary: an absolute love drunk Aurelien can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off of you. once he gets you alone he takes his time worshipping every bit of you.

🎶 get you alone - maejor ft. jeremih

From his spot on the stage, despite the honorary speech being delivered by the owner of Real Madrid, Aurelién’s gaze fell upon you in the audience. You were at a table with a few other guests with your chin in the palm of your hand and a wine glass in the other. The glossy eyed smile was a tell-tale sign of you being tipsy. Aurelién tried to hold his smirk as he took in the confidence in your face, despite you not being fluent in Spanish to fully comprehend the praises of the speech being delivered. Aurelién dropped his head with a silent laugh and ran his hand down his face. When he composed himself, you were looking at him with a teasing smile. You motioned for him to listen but knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Aurelien rushed off the stage and through the compliments and congratulatory claps on his shoulder as he strode to you.

You were standing near an older woman who he couldn’t recognize and as much as he wanted to care about who she was, his mind was clouded with days dreams of all things he could do to you when he got you alone. He sent a silent, selfish, prayer to the universe for an excuse to leave the gala.

Aurelien didn’t greet you with words, instead he placed a small kiss on your cheek and a wrapped a supportive hand around your waist. You didn’t skip a beat as you engaged in conversation but you did cross one heeled foot over the other and let your body rest easily into his touch. You felt Aurelien loose a breath and you glanced up at him.

“I couldn’t do any of it without Aurelien, of course,” you beamed, placing your hand on his chest and gently patted him. “He’s been so patient with the whole process.”

“Goodness,” The lady gushed and looked between the two of you. She placed her hand on her heart and sighed dreamily, as if she were reliving a moment of her own. “You remind me of my husband and I. We were just making it up as we went but it all worked out.” She assured you.

She took a step closer to kiss both of your cheeks and excused herself from the conversation but not without making you promise to email her for any help you needed.

You squared yourself to Aurelien and you were met with delicious smell of his cologne. It was still awe inspiring when you looked at him and took him in - took in every corner of his face and realized he was all yours. The same thought seemed to cross his mind as he stared down at you. He tightened his jaw and rubbed his finger along the stiff muscles. You both knew that multiple people were watching you and him. Patrons and fans were waiting for the chance to get a moment with him, just to say hello and maybe grab a photo. He’d been running around all night and as he stood in front of you, you realized this was only the third time you’d seen him all night.

“Almost done?” You asked lowly, not wanting to come off as rude. There was an after-party but the two of you would not be attending. You were craving more than a little bit of time alone with your man. Aurelien shook his head with a small sigh. The air was charged with desire and all of it was from him.

“A few things then, we can go.” He promised.

“You should wear a tux more often, Aurel.” You looked him up and down in sheer satisfaction at the choice the team’s stylist made for the occasion. He looked to die for. The subtle details of his initials on his cuff links, along with the Rolex you gifted him on his birthday, made your heart skip a beat. You loved seeing him dressed up - it didn’t happen often but when he did you soaked him in.

“Wait, let me fix your tie.” You placed your glass down and focused on his wonky tie. As you slid the knot a loose, you drew in your bottom lip, biting the skin softly. The tie was far too tight for him as he insisted on redoing it himself when he arrived at the gala. Aurelien placed his hands on his hips.

“Look up.” You ordered and he did. His exposed neck looked like a treat, especially with the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he swallowed. You finished and took a step back to admire your work. He leaned in to kiss you once more and you happily accepted the feeling of his lush lips on your own. You didn’t even want to know how messed up your lips were. There was no doubt your lipstick was lost on the rim of the wine glass so a kiss or two from Aurelien wouldn’t hurt.

A pout formed on his face when you pulled away and before he could protest, Jude called his name from across the room. There was a gust of laughter You shooed him away with the reminder that the faster he moved, the sooner you could get home.

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Aurelien collapsed into the living room chair loosing a long breath. The only sound in the house was of your high heels on the marbled floor and the trot of Zeus behind you. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax. Aurelien was finally able to have a proper weekend away from work, spend time recovering but most of all, spend the weekend attached to you.

You found Aurelien in his favorite chair, with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. From behind you bent over and ran your hands down his abdomen and gently kissed his neck. The sigh that he emitted sent sparks down your stomach straight to your core. You allowed yourself to breathe him in and accept that he would probably fall asleep soon - you knew how tired he was and as childish as it was to be sad over his rest, you would rather him be well-rested than be going round for round with you. You pulled away and walked around the chair to stand in front of him.

“C’mere.” You pulled him up by his tie and his eyes slowly opened. You placed your knee in between his thighs to steady yourself as you began untying his tie. Aurelien’s warm hands reached for your thighs through the dangerously high slit in your dress. He slid him thumb underneath the small slither of fabric that was your thong. He wrapped as much of it in between his fingers and tugged you forward. You lurched and immediately scolded him with a laugh because you nearly lost your balance but he paid you no mind.

Aurelien’s growl was low and hearty, sending you into the depths of your memories when he was making the exact same noises while stroking his cock as you had phone sex a few days ago. Your chest heaved at the thought of him fully exposed and fucking his hand as you praised him and reminded him that you were waiting for him to cum for your own climax. Aurelien had a reputation for being an avid listener and that was true in all faucets of his life. He loved to hear you talk him through his climax. His eyes always rolled backwards when you cooed to him that you wanted him to cum and ‘think of all the ways you wanted his dick.’

“Tired?” You asked as you finished pulling the tie off of him.

“No.” Aurelien pulled your thong harder and you caught yourself from falling by letting your hands rest on the couch. “Did you have fun?” He asked, his teeth biting your lower stomach softly. Aurelien was an ultimate giver and right now, he was full of pent up energy from being away from you.

“I did.” You pulled back and stood up. “Untie me?”

Aurelien did as he was instructed with no hesitation. When his hand brushed against your exposed back you shuddered at the coolness. As the straps fell off and your waist, you thanked him quietly. You took a small step toward the bedroom but his grip on your waist stopped you. Aurelien’s hand slid up your spine as he simultaneously bent you back flat., wanting to feel fullness of your ass on his growing bulge. You gasped not out of shock but of a jolt of lust that left your body ablaze at the feeling of his cock being so close.

You breathed in every single inch of his fingers as it moved to wrap your hair in his hands. His grip was firm as he pulled it up so that your body was flush against his chest. He tugged your head sideways and trailed his wet hot tongue from your shoulder to your neck. He nearly unraveled when you moaned aloud and it motivated him to get you gasping out his name.

“Miel.” He uttered against your skin. [Honey]

“Hmm?” You hummed distracted by the deepness of his voice. When Aurelien spoke French he could command you to do whatever he wanted and you would happily do so.

“I have been waiting to get you alone.” Aurelien admitted. “All. Night.” His hands tugged at your hair once more and when you whimpered, he held steady.

“Really?”

Aurelien dropped his hand. When you turned to face him, his tongue was licking his bottom lip as he took you in. Aurelien always looked at you as if it was the last time he would ever get the chance to - it was endearing and hot. You made easy work of unbuttoning his belt never breaking eye contact with him. His lips were a welcome reminder of how much you loved when he simply kissed you. With his tongue in your mouth he nearly devoured you, undoubtedly tasting the few glass of wine you enjoyed early. You slid your hand into the band of his boxers and held his throbbing dick in your manicured hands. The reactionary twitch to your touch was followed by him growing harder.

“I missed you, I missed this.” You whispered against his mouth and strengthened your grip on him. He moaned into your mouth.

Aurelien ordered Zeus to go into his crate and you began walking lazily through the hallway. The photos that lined the walls were crafted by you when you moved in with Aurelien. You made him promise to allow you to redecorate a few areas of his house so that it could be turned into a home - it went from bachelor pad to a home were you happily hosted whoever came by. It was calm and inviting, just the way a home should be.

Aurelien snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He immediately began sucking on the most sensitive area of your neck. You took slow steps towards the bedroom, allowing Aurelien to devour you the entire trip there. By the time you arrived in the doorway, you were certain that you would wake up with a bit of purple undertones from the way he worked his mouth on your skin. When he pulled away you could feel the blood throbbing in your neck. It was an effort to get onto the huge bed because Aurelien was not letting go of you and as he kissed you, he murmured sweet nothings against your skin.

You shimmied out of your dress as Aurelien took off his shirt and undershirt, his eyes on you as you propped yourself up on elbows. He turned down the lights to a more warm, ambient setting and you smiled at your choice of renovations.

“What?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Aurelien crawled over your body and urged you to lay down as he held his hands on either side of your body. You settled into the cloud of a bed and your eyes found the mirror on the ceiling.

Aurelien’s took slow, sloppy, wet kisses from your neck down to your breast and with each kiss, his back muscles contracted in the reflection of the mirror. It was a recent addition into the bedroom and you were mentally thanking whoever gave Aurelien the idea to put it there.

“Mon Dieu, tu as le corps parfait.” He paused to say then continued exploring your body with his mouth. [God you have the perfect body.]

From the champagne and the rush of adrenaline rushing through your body, you were dizzy with excitement as he detailed every bit of your breast with his tongue. It was as if he was committing all of you to his memory. Your breathing grew faster and louder as Aurelien’s mouth venture down your abdomen and into the inner crevice of your thigh and hip. You opened your legs easily, feeling every bit of wetness that had pooled between your legs. You knew you damn near dripping onto the comforter.

Aurelien didn’t take the bait of your open legs but instead focused on your hip bone. He traced his tongue up and downward so dangerously close to where we really wanted him to be.

“Don’t tease.” You whispered.

“Ne me dis pas comment te faire l'amour.” He flicked his eyes up at you, knowing that you had no clue what was said. [Don’t tell me how to make love to you.]

“What was that?” Although you didn’t understand French, you understand his point.

Aurelien’s eye roll was laugh inducing and as he pressed his lips to yours, you were in a fit of laughter. You instinctively cupped his mouth and pulled him closer - he was never close enough. Your laughter subsided and fell into a needy little noise as you slowed down to deepen the kiss. The lack of rush in the way he touched you was so sweet that it drove you mad. It took time to get used to his way of being with you: there fucking or making love and Aurelien was a master of the latter. Not a single moment passed with a thought of insecurity or fear because he was so vocal about loving you. Aurelien heard the desperation in the way you said his name and it sent him crumbling. The willpower he tried to exhibit to hold out as long as possible faded when his eyes met yours.

Aurelien slid into you with ease and the pain felt so good that you couldn’t help but arch your back, throw your head back, and call out for him. It felt like the first time every single time. You opened your eyes lazily to find him staring at you, his mouth slightly open as he licked his lips. His strokes were so smooth and deep that it left you wondering how you went so long without having him in your - how you’d survive without knowing him. You would wait a thousand times over but you thankful you didn’t have to.

“Nothing compares.” Aurelien said softly.

You nodded in agreement because you were wholly unable to form a coherent sentence. Aurelien was meticulous in all aspects of life but the fact he had learned how much force was just enough and he knew that the way his dick curved in you slightly so, was what you loved the most. It nearly impossible for you to keep your eyes open but Aurelien directed you to look at him you obliged. You would do damn near anything to keep him thrusting in you the way he was now.

“Tu es tout.” His damp forehead pressed onto yours. [You are everything.]

“Goddamn,” you replied. You were completely oblivious to what he said. He could be putting hex on you would not care. Aurelien pulled himself out of you and left just the tip of his dick in your entrance.

“Look at me,” He said with a steady voice. Aurelien’s gaze made you feel icy hot. There was something so intimate about the way he looked at, the way spoke to you. “I want you to listen okay?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, keeping your focus on him. You fought the urge to grab his dick yourself and put it in. You held his stare as your heart raced harder.

“I’m going to take my time…” Aurelien said as he inched in you impossibly slow. You loosed a breath humming in response again. You fisted the sheets trying to pacify the energy trapped inside you. Each second felt like forever.

“You can do whatever you want.” You said pitifully as he entered you fully. You drew out the longest curse word of your life as he found a rhythm. Your body rocked with the movements and your breast bounced from the impact of the slow thrusts.

“Ta chatte a été faite pour moi, je te jure.” [Your pussy was made for me, I swear.]

“God.” You yelled a little louder than before and Aurelien took that as an invitation to go deeper. He grabbed the back of your left thigh and pushed it up towards your chest gently. If you weren’t on the bed you were certain you would have fainted two or three strokes ago. His stamina was unmatched and you were fighting to keep up with him. You usually waited to finish at the same time but there was no way you would be able to.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You said and clung to him shamelessly.

“Si humide et si beau, Je ne pourrais jamais en avoir assez de te baiser.[So wet and so beautiful, could never get enough of fucking you.]

You felt the pressure of an orgasm building in your chest. There was no fighting it as it crept up into your head sending you to the edge of euphoria.

“Let it out.” He encouraged as your breathing turned into a soft pant. Your hormones were on the brink of a luxurious spiral and you were getting tighter around him. It hurt so good your eyes were prickly with tears. The scream that met your ears was nearly unrecognizable and if Aurelien wasn’t telling you to be louder, you would’ve been embarrassed.

“Aurelien, baby,” you pressed your hands against his stomach trying to run away and catch your breath. “I’m going to…” you gasped.

“J'ai tout le week-end pour te faire l'amour.” [I have the whole weekend to fuck you.”

As soon as you opened your mouth to say something, the budding orgasm had finally consumed you. He didn’t stop thrusting his dick into you as you yelled. You were so overwhelmed by the adrenaline spike that you shut your eyes to get a hold of yourself. The ringing in your ears made Aurelien’s words distant and muffled but the repeated declarations of him saying “I love you.” were clear.

You had no capacity for a response and continued to ride the high of your orgasm. It has thrown you off balance and into daze so intense that took you nearly cried. Your high was beginning to fade. When Aurelien pulled out of you, your eyes opened and stared at the ceiling mirror.

Your blinks felt slow and heaving. Aurelien flopped onto his back next you, sighing loudly. You let your face fall on the pillow so that you could look towards him. Although he was breathing faster than you, he seemed unbothered and not even close to tired. A comfortable silence fell over the room and with each passing moment your limbs grew heavier. The sleepiness was welcomed after the orgasm you had and the warm reminder of being able to sleep was the cherry on top.

“I love you.” You said quietly.

“I love you.” He whispered back without hesitation.

“You just got back and I already miss you.” You said as you cozied up to him. His body was damp with sweat but you didn’t mind at all.

“We have the whole weekend.” Aurelien reminded you. “I’m not going anywhere.”