Brummie Boy / Jobe Bellingham

brummie boy / Jobe Bellingham

summary- you doing your makeup while singing a certain taylor swift song that jobe doesn’t exactly like the lyrics to.

warnings- none just fluff!

You were fixing your makeup before going out with Jobe, in the master bathroom the pair of you shared. Your hands were busy blending in some blush and putting away your concealer.

Your phone was blasting the weeknd’s Die For You and your boyfriend joined you in the bathroom as you hummed along. He tilted his head, being quite a bit taller than you and kissed your lips quickly.

As the song changed, you let out an excited gasp, turning to look at Jobe while hearing Idris Elba’s iconic starting line to London Boy.

“This is my song!” You exclaimed over your phone.

The lyrics rang out as Jobe took a step back and watched you use one of your makeup brushes as a microphone.

“You know I love a London Boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon,” You sang along with the audio.

Jobe had a pensive look on his faced, mixed with a smile before twisting his face to bite his cheek.

You giggled at him, and then asked, “Why the long face baby?”

His face gave a guilty smile as if you had caught him in the act of doing something wrong.

“I’m from Birmingham though. You love a Birmingham boy,” He said grabbing your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hm, you’re right.” You told him smirking. Your face lit up with an idea.

The rest of the song, every time it said ‘London Boy,’ You replaced it with, “Brummie Boy.”

His face was in a bashful smile and he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes without smiling uncontrollably.

You grabbed his chin and made him look you in the eyes as you said “But God I love the English,”

As you finished the song, You peppered his face and neck with kisses that made him laugh until you met his lips for a long, passionate kiss.

“Can we listen to that song later?” He asked you.

You nodded and chuckled.

“Sure my Brummie Boy,”

a/n- thank you so much for reading! I hope this was okay! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Reblogs, likes & comments are so helpful!!

How can you be a Madrid fan and be sad / bitter / pissed about Vini potentially winning the Balon d'or?

We have seen him since he was 18. When he was all tricks & flicks but no output. When he was dealing with injury, attitude issues, lack of trust from the squad (becoz his conversion sucked) and massive racism all across Spain.

The boy could have broken down, but he rose like a phoenix. In the second half of the season, he ended lives on the left wing. Look at him in UCL knockouts. In finals - 2 finals, 2 goals.

I love Jude a lot but I have always wanted Vini to win this year.

Why? It's just harder for Vini.

Odds will always be against him. He doesn't get any PR support. People will always discredit him for his attitude. And he's singlehandedly fighting the racism fight.

And he was fucking brilliant when it mattered. In the competition we value the most. The Champions League player of the season should absolutely win the Balon d'or.

If any supposed Madrid fan feels sad about it, well, you are not really a Madrid fan then.

Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

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Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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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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I'm proud of you - Jude Bellingham

Summary: Comforting sad and defeated Jude after England's loss. Warning: Sad moment, comforting Words: <1k

The referee blows the final whistle.

It was over. England lost. It all happened too quickly. Spain scoring in the last minutes didn't even give us time to process the situation.

I was sitting in the stands with Jude's family. We all shed a tear once the Spanish players started celebrating. Seeing Jude go off to the bench and kick something was a heartbreaking yet scary sight for me. Instantly, I knew that was going to be a sight for the media.

He's not like that at all. He just really wanted this win. With people being all over him, critiquing him, he really wanted to prove them wrong, to make England proud. I couldn't be more proud of him, though. He achieved amazing things in this competition.

As I watched him from afar, I wished I could just run down and hold him, tell him it was okay. I knew how much he had invested in this tournament, how much he had sacrificed. His dedication and his passio were the qualities that made him extraordinary. Those were the reasons why I fell in love with him.

Feeling an overwhelming urge to be closer to him, I excused myself from his family and made my way down to the lower stands, closer to the field. As I approached the edge, I saw Jude pacing back and forth, his frustration evident in every step. When he finally noticed me, our eyes locked. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

With his help, I crossed the barrier and immediately fell into his arms, holding his head tightly into my neck. I could feel him shaking from all the emotions he was going through.

"I messed up," he muttered, his voice muffled against my shoulder.

"No, you didn't," I said firmly, my hand gently running through his hair. "You were incredible, baby. You gave it your all." He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with tears. "It wasn't enough. It wasn't fucking enough." "Hey," I cupped his face gently, putting my forehead against his. "Listen to me. You were amazing out there. You fought so hard, and everyone saw it."

He didn't know what to say. I could see he wanted to let go of everything he was feeling, but the words wouldn't come.

"Just stay calm, baby," I tried to comfort him, reminding him that losing is part of the game and keeping his composure is important. "You can use this to come back even stronger."

I knew my words might not have a big impact on him in that moment. It was all still raw and fresh for him, so I simply held him tighter in my arms. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still glistening. "I have to go, baby. They're going to do the ceremony."

"I know," I said softly. He kissed my forehead.

"I'll meet you afterwards," I told him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He nodded, giving me one last look before turning and walking towards his teammates. As I walked up the stands to where his family was, I felt a mix of pride and heartache.

After England had their moment, Jude walked up to us and hugged his family. They all expressed how proud they were of him, trying not to show any sadness in front of him.

He sat down with his head low. I gently lifted his chin, earning a small, faint smile from him.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you guys," he managed to say to them.

I sat on his lap, holding him close to my chest. It pained me to see him like this, unable to erase his sadness.

"You never disappoint us, Jude," his mom reassured him, holding his hand tightly.

I arrived at my hotel room feeling exhausted and heartbroken for Jude. He had to return to the hotel with the team. There was nothing I wanted more than to have him in my arms and try to ease his sadness, even just a little. I was about to get into bed after finishing my nighttime routine when I heard a faint knock on the door. I opened it to find Jude standing there, his shoulders slumped and a tired look on his face. "They told me it's okay," he said quickly, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed.

He took off his shirt and sweatpants and collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with him. His head immediately rested on my chest as he hugged me tightly.

"It's going to be okay, baby," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his head and kissing his forehead repeatedly. "These bad feelings will pass, trust me."

I ran my fingers through his hair, knowing it helped him relax and fall asleep. I kept kissing his forehead and cuddling him until I felt his grip around my waist loosen slightly, indicating he had fallen asleep.

"You'll always be my champion, baby," I whispered softly." I love you so much, Jude Bellingham."

-> funny seeing you here | aurelien t. | part one

aurelien t. x black!fem!reader

genre: flirty, second chance romance, warnings: noncommittal relationship, liquor, eventual smut 18+ minors dni

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. you? you wanted to figure what the fuck you were feeling for him while enjoying yourself. but isn’t funny how you keep running into him? cause he thinks it is.

“C'est un putain d'arbitre ridicule, c'était une faute !!” Kim yelled at the referee as he passed by, running to the other side of the basketball court. Kim was never a sit tight and be pretty WAG. She was gorgeous and really loved European basketball. When she met her boyfriend, it only tripled. You pitied any player, referee, or innocent bystander who wound up too close to her while she was yelling.

Kim was more passionate than the coaches considering the way she stomped her feet against the hardwood and screamed at the team to pass the ball to her wide open boyfriend. She could read the game well and it was amusing to sit next to her [That’s fucking ridiculous referee, it was a foul.]

Kim collapsed in her chair dramatically then turned to you for agreement. You didn’t know or even care too much about basketball but it was nice sitting damn near the courtside with unlimited drinks. You enjoyed the vibes and agreed whenever Kim criticized anyone. Her voice was the only one that was logical in her brain and it made for very amusing commentary.

“Must be new, Kimmy.” You said with a shrug, taking your tiny straw into your mouth. The delicious flavor of a lemon drop cocktail was the best part about being at the game. It tasted alcohol free, making it really easy to drink more than you could anticipate. But so far, you felt loose and relaxed. You were only going to be in Madrid for a few days and you knew that one of those days would be spent at a game so you made sure to look your best. You were in your single-but-dating era and you loved the opportunity to meet new men. Even if they weren’t your type, it was nice to have new friends of different varieties. The only type of guys you were truly skeptical of were footballers - due to one and only experience with Aurelien. He didn’t ruin his chances but he didn’t help them either.

“He must need lasik surgery with how blind he’s been acting all night.” She huffed.

She took a sip of her own drink and then abruptly stood again, cheering loudly as her boyfriend got the turnover and pulled up for a 3 point shot and scored. The crowd erupted in applause at his performance and how he just tipped the victory towards the home team.

It was early on in the game when you spotted Aurelien walking in, surrounded by security. The fans immediately started screaming out his name alongside Bellingham’s and Camavinga’s. He waved at them and sat on one of the courtside seats. He was across the court and to the left of you meaning you didn’t have to make much effort to see him and you wondered if he could see you too.

“Half-time is soon, do you want to come with me to say hi to a few people in the suites?” Kim asked but you declined, opting to stay seated and watch the halftime performances and little competitions between fans.

You weren’t familiar with any of the other WAGs and you didn’t have much to contribute to their conversations. It was better to sit alone for a while and enjoy the festivities.

You pulled out your phone to take a photo of your courtside experience: your flawless acrylic set wrapped around your drink and a small view of the court. You tagged the team and the city before getting up to freshen up in the ladies room. Thankfully, with your seats, you had access to a newer bathroom instead of having to wait for the line to open up at the public bathroom near the concession counters.

You knew that he was going to see the post so you weren’t surprised to see his name pop up on your phone.

A.T: wyd here

Y: minding my business

A.T: 😒

A.T: when did you get here?

Y: i’ve been here

You didn’t have much else to say. Truthfully you hadn’t decided if you wanted to see him. Not for lack of chemistry or being attracted to him but because you were unsure of what would happen if you gave yourself up to him. The first time you opened up to him about what you wanted, he said that wasn’t what he was looking for - which was fine. But you had a feeling he was used to girls begging him to act right and to do more. When you didn’t beg he suddenly was more adamant about his feelings for you and not walking away without a fight. He was a very sweet man but he was also right that at the time, there was no need to be settled down. You respected that and went on your way despite the disappointment you felt initially.

By the time you made it back to your seat, about a dozen people replied to your story asking you to go out or meet them for dinner before you left. You were so focused on your phone and responding to everyone, you didn’t notice that Aurelian was walking towards you. He was making it look very casual because so many eyes were on him. He stopped twice for a photo for the team’s photographer and a little boy who happened to be wearing an Aureliens jersey.

When he was a few steps away you met him where he stood and gave him a polite side hug. His smile was heart-warming. As gorgeous as he was, he was also so cute to you. You’d never met a guy who was as stunning yet adorable as Aurelien.

“So you were going to sneak into my city and not say hi?” He teased with a head tilt.

You could hear shouts of fans behind you, asking for an autograph or a photograph. You wanted to keep this conversation short and sweet because you had no desire of being spotted with him and ending up all over social media.

You were a lowkey girl - Aurelien said he liked that about you once before and that hadn’t changed. If anyone wanted updates on you they wouldn’t be able to figure it out via social media, they had to talk to you directly and that’s what you preferred. There was no room for gossip to occur but as you stood there looking at Aurelien, you feared it was going to be too late.

“Hi, Aure.” You giggled and his smile grew wider. He took a moment to take all of you in, from your head to your feet then back up to your face again.

“You’re so pretty, you know what?”

“I’ve been told once or twice,” you shrugged. “How are you?”

“Better now that I know you’re here.” He said smoothly earning a dramatic eye roll from you. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

“Not that I know of, I’m staying with Kimmy for the weekend. She may want to go out. Why?”

“Come to the match.” Aurelien said. His eyes flicked behind you to signal to a few boys calling his name to give a few more minutes.

“I don’t know, I’m not a simple fan. I like the finer things, as you can see.” You said motioning towards the luxurious section that you and Kim sat in. Aurelien looked at you and puffed out his cheeks as if he was in disbelief.

“You think I’m going to let you sit wherever?” He laughed in a cocky manner.

“I don’t know what to think Aurelien,” you said honestly. “You never asked me to a match before.”

“That’s going to change. I’ll leave tickets for you under your name.”

“That’s sweet of you but what if I wanted to say no?” You teased him.

“How many tickets? Two, three?” He ignored your comment to confirm that he was going to get enough for you.

“Three is fine,” you turned to look at the fans who seemed to be growing louder with each passing minute. Their window of opportunity was closing and the last thing you wanted was to stop someone from meeting their favorite player. “Go, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Don’t forget about me.” He said sidestepping you and walking towards the fans leaning over the stadium seats barrier.

“I’ll try not to.”

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Kim and her boyfriend, Jalen, happily tagged along with you to the game. Aurelien bought upper deck seating that had its own private lounge and came with hors d’oeuvres. Kim was eating up the view and Jalen looked like a kid in a candy store. In the time he was dating Kim you came to learn that no one was more of a fanboy than other professional athletes.

Jalen was eager to meet some of the players and it worked out well because it looked as if you were a guest of Jalen’s and not the other way around. You watched Aurelien and Jalen meet one another then pose for a few photos. You couldn’t help but stare at Aurelien as he took off his jersey, signed it then gave it to Jalen.

Aurelien found his way over to you and you were praying he wouldn’t pull you into his sweaty shirtless arms for a hug. You congratulated him on the win and let him know that you really enjoyed the game, thanking him for the tickets. You stood in the field with him for a while Jalen and him talked about each of their respective games.

“Thank you, again.” You said gently.

“Anything for you.” He grinned. “You busy later?”

“We’ve got plans.” You said looking up at him, purposefully ignoring his comment. He was much taller than you and it was hard to not be turned on by the size difference. You wondered if he remembered how nice it felt when your legs were wrapped around him or if he remembered how easily he swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what he wanted to do but suddenly you wanted to be wherever he was going to be.

After watching him for over 90 minutes run across the field, bodying any man that stepped to him or his teammates made you a bit delirious with lust. You must’ve stared so much because Kim had to call you out on it during the match.You weren’t usually enamored with men but the way Aurelien stood staring down at you, his eyes trained on you as if you were the only person in the stadium with him, made you stammer. It could’ve been the heat or the drinks you had but either way, your body was reacting to his attention.

“Let me know when you’re free. We need to get together before you go.” Aurelien said matter of fact.

He dapped Jalen up once, shook hands with Kim, then proceeded to give you a hug despite your protests. Inwardly you were loving every bit of the feeling of his body against yours. Your fingertips skimmed his skin as you tried to pull away but he held you in place.

“I’m only in town for a few days but I’ll try.”

“I’m serious.” He said slowly as if you were going to ignore him.

You pulled away with a laugh and he grabbed your wrist playfully as you turned to walk away. Every time he touched you it was so firm but with the kind of tenderness that made a girl feel so warm and wanted.

“I know you are.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes but there was no hiding the smile that was spreading across both of your faces.

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The plans consisted of fighting the urge to text Aurelien the entire time you were out with Kim, Jalen, and all his teammates, with a side of shots and dancing. The club was fun, but you couldn’t get your mind away from Aurelien and the way he looked at you after the game. With each sip you took of your drink it felt like the best decision to make a move on him. There was something that was pulling you in and you weren’t willing to fight it anymore.

You forced yourself to stop checking your phone, to not look to see if he reached out first and opted to leave your phone behind at the VIP lounge. All the girls in the group were on the dance floor.

The club was nice and packed, the music was loud and the shots were starting to settle in. Your body felt loose and as if you were simply floating. With each song the DJ transitioned to, you and Kim yelled in excitement. The two of you took turns singing and dancing on one another, the group of girls all hyping one another up. You were never the type to sit and not enjoy yourself and you were happy the other girls didn’t have to be dragged to the dance floor - the men were an entirely different story. They were content to watch their girlfriends have a good time while they drank and smoked cigars. You were lost in the sound of the afrobeat music playing, eyes closed as you danced on Kim.

At that moment, you couldn’t think of anything better than being young and free — life had been good to you, but you wondered what it felt like knowing that you had a man waiting for you to come home. You wondered what it would be like to be in your friend’s shoes, to be the doting athlete’s girlfriend. You imagined yourself cheering on Aurelien in a more intimate fashion. The idea of being at a game, with his name across your back and his number on a necklace made you ache for him.

By the time you were finally out of the dance floor, you were ready for water and to face whatever text may have come in the time you missed.

You made yourself look at your social media interactions before checking your messages. Despite your gut feeling, he hadn’t texted you. The last text was from when you told him you would meet him on the pitch. You were trying to hide your disappointment but it was all over your face.

The part of you that wanted to get to know him more was overrunning the logical part of your mind that was saying - how would it even work? Between work schedules, being in your 20s, and just living apart felt like a recipe for disaster. Despite the logical aspects running through your mind, your heart was craving him and his touch.

A.T: why are you pouting? miss me that much?

Y: what t are you talking about Aure

A.T: Look across the room, up to your left

Y: Are you following me? 👀

A.T: I was going to ask you the same thing

A.T: come see me

Y: I can’t get up there, security has it blocked off and I don’t want to leave my friends

A.T: I’ll come to you

You watched Aurelien maneuver his way through the crowded club and over to you in a similar manner as he did on the pitch: smooth and with the utmost confidence. Even though it was dim, you were able to spot him with ease. His white shirt was unbuttoned and his necklace glistened under the club lights. You moved past people in the section to meet him at the entrance. You waved off the security guard and let them know that he was clear to come in with you. Aurelien dapped up the security and when he turned his focus on you, your breath caught in your chest.

Aurelien placed his hand around your waist, his hand settling on your ass as he hugged you. When you pulled back you couldn’t tell if you or Aurelien’s smile was the biggest. .

“You’re really beautiful,” he said and you laughed. “Really fucking beautiful.”

“Why are you here?” You said with a tipsy laugh.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“End of season party, the whole team is here.” You pointed behind you towards the section full of people. “You?”

“Birthday.” Aure pointed to one of the younger men who stood at the balcony of a section across the way. When you turned your attention back to him, he was soaking in your outfit. His eyes trailed down your body then back up to your face.

“What are the odds?” You spoke, breaking him out of his daze. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that you were in the same place for the third time in two days.

“Were you going to tell me you were in town?” Aurelien’s eyes showed a slight hint of hurt over your lack of communication.

“I didn’t think you would notice.” You shrugged.

“There’s nowhere you could go without me noticing..” Aurelien commented, forcing you to drag your teeth over your bottom lip in awe of his directness.

You blinked slowly at him and wondered if he felt the buzz of attraction that you were feeling. You were growing hotter with each second that passed so you moved out his grip and took his hand in yours, letting him know he should meet everyone.

While he introduced himself, he kept his fingers interlocked with yours. You felt oddly comfortable standing beside him as he bounced between English and Spanish while speaking to the basketball players. Your eyes were drawn to his side profile as he spoke - the curve of his lips, his cheekbones, his laugh, his smile. Every part of him was attractive to you.

Shamelessly, you stepped closer to him. Your right hand was in his and you still felt like he wasn’t close enough. You pressed the top half of your body against his bicep and then wrapped your free hand around his forearm. You were entangled in him and you were loving every second of it.

“Baby,” Kim spoke up loudly from her seat next to Jalen, “It’s time for another shot!”

Her declaration was met with no disagreement and as the liquid burned down your throat, you felt chills run down your spine in tandem.

“Kim, bathroom?” You ushered your friend over to use her as a balancing device. The two of you laughed the entire way to the ladies room. You felt relieved to be able to make it out of the stall without busting your ass. Kim was in the mirror yapping away about how she hated that the boys didn’t make it to semi-finals but she was happier with knowing Jalen would be home more.

“I love Jalen, I really do but something about those first 72 hours together after the season ending is the best 72 hours ever.” Kim commented.

“Why’s that?” You asked, scrubbing your hands with soap underneath the hot water. You shook off your hands and placed them under the obnoxiously loud dryer. The laughs of girls walking in and out muffled her initial response so you asked her to speak loudly.

“Dating an athlete is….whew.” Kim fanned at herself dramatically. “The stamina is superb.”

“Stamina? Oh my god.” You laughed feeling the shot coursing through your bloodstream. You thought of Aurelien as soon as you stopped laughing.

“We go for hours.” Kim said with a pleased nod and it was met with a cheer from a random girl in the stall alongside a complimentary, “I know that’s right!”

“Damn girl. I didn’t know you were getting it like that.” You said and dotted yourself in the mirror, wondering if you needed to freshen up for the man you wanted so desperately.

“You would be too if you would stop running from the football guy.” Kim pulled lip gloss out of her bag, touching up her makeup. Girls poured in and out of the stalls making the room feel crowded. You grabbed hold of Kim and led the two of you out of the way of the stumbling, drunk women.

“Football guy? Oh Aurelien.” You pieced together as your friend rolled her eyes. You let out a “what?!” and she still looked disappointed.

“You’re better than me.” Kimmy shook her head and blew out a breath. “If Jalen was looking at me the way Aurelien looks at you, I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re being dramatic, Kim.” You laughed and stepped around the people crowding the hallway. Kim’s hand was wrapped in yours to avoid getting separated from your side.

“And you’re delusional!” She shouted. “That man wants you to be his girlfriend, not just some random hook up.”

You ignored her comment and continued on towards the section, your eyes looking for Aurelien instinctively - you weren’t even out of the hallway and you were looking for him. You really fucking wanted him.

The music was no longer a distant thud of bass, it was loud and clear. You considered her observation as you navigated through the crowd. Once you made it to the steps of the VIP section, you scanned through the crowd of men with each step. You could see Aurelien sitting on the leathered booth next to a few people and one particular girl caught your eye. The girl, who’s name you weren’t certain of, was speaking to Aurelien but she noticed you staring and halted. She leaned in closer to Aurelien whose eyes settled on you, looking you up and down. It was a slow but steady motion and it made you hot all over. You couldn’t fight the smile that you gave him but made no effort to go see him. You found yourself a little disappointed by him soaking up the girl’s attention. You tried to brush it off but it wasn’t working - how could you be jealous when he wasn’t yours to keep?

Kim bumped your shoulder with a smirk and you knew what she was thinking. She sneakily put another drink in your hand but you didn’t protest. You weren’t ready for the night to end unless it was ending with leaving with Aurelien and you were determined to make that happen. Wasting no time, you took in a large swig of the fruity drink and decided you needed to dance. The last thing you needed was to kill your own vibe by worrying over Aurelien with another girl. You left your friends behind and joined the other girls on the dance floor and as soon as they spotted you, you were met with celebratory cheers.

Mr. Vegas’ Hot Wuk took over the room and you were taken back in time. You took the easier route and let one of the girls dance on you. There was an unspoken agreement between the group that unless one of you explicitly stated that you wanted to dance with a man, you’d dance with one another to warn off unwanted advances.

You helped your drink steady above the girl dancing, screaming along while dancing on her. You had to hold your own dress by the hem as it rode up with each movement. You were in your own world and completely oblivious to the conversation Kim and Aurelien were having as they watched you dance.

You lost all track of time on the dance floor. The drinks you had were coursing through your head and made you a giggling mess as you climbed up the stairs. You weren’t drunk but a little tipsy. As you scanned the section for Kim you came up short and decided to get Aurelien’s attention instead. You had a small window of time left in Spain and you were adamant about not leaving without having a taste of him. If he was still as good as you remembered, it was going to be a hell of a night.

“Have I told you that you look good?” You sat next to Aurelien and crossed your legs. Your dress was dangerously short and you didn’t care to fix it. Aurelien’s hand gripped your thigh, sending jolts of joy through your body. “Like really good?” You reiterated with a laugh.

“Think so?” He played into your sudden burst of energy and honesty.

“Everyone thinks so, Aurel.” Your tone was laced with a bit of confusion. “That girl was just hanging all over you.”

“She wasn’t all over me.” He chuckled.

“She was.” You refused to back down.

“What if I want you all over me?” He said boldly. A pleased smirk tugged on your lips but you fought it, trying to look indifferent.

“I left for two minutes and came back to you with a girl on your side.” You half-teased and you realized how odd that sounded as it left your mouth.

“Are you jealous?” Aurelien asked with a glint in his eyes. The bass of the music thumping in your chest didn’t compare to the way your heartbeat sped up. You licked your lips and dropped your gaze to his. His mouth was slightly ajar and his teeth pulled the bottom lip in. You were so engrossed in the way his mouth looked that he spoke your name to remind you there was an answer he was waiting for.

“Jealous?” Your eyes snapped up to his face. “For what reason should I be jealous? Jealous….of who?” You tilted your head to the side with a little smile tugging your lips.

You got closer to Aurelien and he turned his body squarely towards, which gave you full front access to him. You took his exposed chain and slipped your index finger underneath, giving it a gentle tug and Aurelien leaned in closer to you. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and you loved it. You wanted it, all over you, all the time.

“You think I’m jealous of her?”

“You shouldn’t be.” Aurelien said as you tugged his chain closer to you. His lips were so close you were damn near on the verge of kissing him. You licked your own lips before flicking your eyes up to him. You held his stare and you took a breathe before reminding who you were:

“I will never be jealous of another woman, especially when it comes to you.” You released his chain and laid back into the leather couch, Aurelien’s chuckle ringing in your ears. He ran a hand down his face, looking like he’s struggling to hold back a comment.

“Why’s that?” He asked in genuine curiosity.

“Because you chase after me, babe. You don’t chase them.” You said sweetly, blinking your lashes at him. You couldn’t form a smile because his lips were on yours instantly.

It was a kiss of pure desperation and you loved it. You didn’t even mind that you could taste the last shot he took. You just really wanted to drink him no matter that looked like at that moment. If you could’ve seen yourself from someone else’s shoes you would be judgmental but you were shamelessly ready to make this man yours.

“Let’s go to mine.” He mumbled as he pulled away.

“You drank, Aurel.” You said with a deep breath, battling with the thought that if you didn’t sleep with this man tonight, you would miss your chance. But you knew yourself to be more of a take things slow type of girl but would that even be possible with his lifestyle?

“I have a car service, mon bebe.”

“Baby?” You repeated in a cute tone.

“You’re coming to mine.” He stood up and dusted off his pants.

“But I have a flight in the morning…” you started.

“Don’t worry about all that. Say bye to Kim and then I’ll walk us out.”

Kim was more excited for you and you allowed her to be. She was full-on in love with the idea of Aurelien dating you because, selfishly, she would see you more often and maybe have you here permanently. You were waving goodbye to Jalen when your hand was taken away by Aurelien. You smiled goofily as Kim made a few faces but ultimately landed an “I love you!” and an air kiss. As you walked hand in hand with Aurelien you felt charged full of energy. His grip on yours was gentle but firm and you were eating it up. He dapped up a few of his friends on the way out and you couldn’t help but notice the looks they gave Aurelien - all of them smiling, telling you that they would “see you later.

In the fresh air of the night, you took in the moment of silence. Aurelien’s hand never left yours even as you stood still waiting for the car service to come from the back. You were amazed by the ease of it all:

“Are three tickets okay?”

“There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t notice.”

“Don’t worry about all that. It’ll be fine.”

Aurelien was sure of himself, you realized. You were falling in love with the idea of him always taking care of things, as shallow as it sounded. But you quieted your mind and looked up towards the man who seemed to be already staring at you.

“What?”

“I’m not sleeping with you.” You said firmly, going against your own heart.

“Who said anything about that? I just want to be with you.” He said, placing his palm on your back to lead you to the car door. He held it open as you slid in, shutting it behind himself when you were settled.

“You want to talk to me, huh?” You teased and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Mhm, for hours.” He said in a serious but also joking manner.

“Well we’ve got a few hours before my flight.” You said reminding him of that small stipulation.

“I told you don’t worry about it.”

You shook your head at him but ultimately did as you were told and sat back against the leather, crossing your legs.

As soon as you did so, Aurelien’s hand was on you, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your skin. You felt like you were right where you needed to be, regardless of how the hell you were getting home.