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,”

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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."

I love this!!

Love the way it’s written, the characters, EVERYTHING.

-> 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.”

————

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.

——

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.

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

Masterlist

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🌻

— TRANCE

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 2500

summary. nate realizes he is the luckiest guy ever. fuck maddy, fuck cassie, he was plotting for you. you’re the most perfect girl that he could’ve ever asked for.

labels. y/n is used , she her pronouns used. nate fantasizes about you innocently and quite naughty, hyper feminine reader, pet names used, mentions of obsession, praise, & stalking, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. i really recommend reading @annwrites multi - part fic ❝ exactly what he needs ,❞ paired with, yours truly, nate jacobs. as it was inspired by the masterpiece.

nate is in bed, staring blankly at the glow of his phone. it was some mindless scroll through his socials, yet it all felt dull. nothing grabbed his attention the way it used to. not the countless selfies of maddy’s perfectly angled poses, or cassie’s desperate attempts to catch his eye with the glossy smiles she plastered all over the screen.

he let out a breath, locking his phone and placing it face down on the bedside table. his hand trailed absentmindedly toward the blanket, pulling it up a bit to tuck you in, careful not to disturb you.

you were fast asleep beside him, your soft breaths falling into a steady rhythm. nate’s gaze lingered on you longer than it probably should’ve, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of your face. fuck, you were perfect. it was almost criminal how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even now. no makeup, no posing, no pretending. just you.

he leaned his head back into the pillow, the warmth of your presence next to him soothing yet electrifying at the same time. it wasn’t like when he was with maddy or cassie. there wasn’t that constant tension, that need to control, to manipulate. well, maybe a little. but with you, it felt… different. not better, but more intoxicating.

❝ fuck ,❞ nate muttered under his breath, staring up at the ceiling, the faint glow from the moon seeping through the curtains.

he didn’t know how he’d gotten this lucky. not that it was entirely luck. it took planning, scheming. nate wasn’t a man who left things to chance. no, if he wanted something, he took it. he figured out how to make it his, even if it meant crushing a few people along the way.

and you? you were the one thing he hadn’t let slip through his fingers.

the day nate first really noticed you, like really noticed you, something shifted in him. it wasn’t like with cassie, where she was a fleeting obsession, someone he could toy with to get under maddy’s skin. no, you were something else. something more.

it had been a regular day, or at least it was supposed to be. cassie had brushed past him in the hall, giving him a sad, hopeful glance after their situationship had gone up in flames. she didn’t matter anymore, not really. nate had already set his sights elsewhere.

and then, there you were.

you didn’t even notice him at first, just standing there with a few friends, laughing at something dumb, probably something insignificant, but to nate, it was like the world had tilted. your hair caught the light just right, that glossy sheen making him want to reach out, run his fingers through it. and your face —fuck, your face was everything. perfect lips, perfect eyes, the kind of face nate could stare at for hours and never get bored. you had that thing about you, that girl - next - door vibe mixed with something else, something unattainable.

you weren’t loud, weren’t trying to get attention like maddy or cassie always did. you didn’t need to. you had a natural confidence, something soft but undeniable. your style was all femme, skirts and cute tops, nails always done, everything just ... neat. clean. controlled. nate liked that. he loved that.

it was like the universe had handed him exactly what he’d been looking for.

but getting you? that was going to take work. although not that he ever had any difficulty getting what he desired.

nate spent weeks figuring you out. watching. waiting. it wasn’t stalking, not really, he told himself. he was just making sure he knew everything he needed to. where you liked to hang out, who your friends were, what kind of guys caught your eye. every detail mattered.

he’d show up where you’d be, casually at first, nothing too obvious. he made sure to talk to the right people, make himself seem approachable, even charming, though that part came naturally. girls liked nate. it wasn’t hard to use that to his advantage.

he noticed how your eyes would flick toward him sometimes, just a quick glance before you looked away, trying not to let it linger. it was subtle, but nate knew what it meant. you were interested. maybe you didn’t realize it yet, but you were. and he was going to make sure you realized it soon enough.

a few weeks in, he made his move. a simple conversation, nothing too forward. just enough to get you thinking. he complimented your shoes, your nails, shit like that. small things, things other guys wouldn’t notice but nate did. he saw everything about you.

he could tell you liked the attention. your smile was shy, a little flustered even, and that’s how he knew he had you. it was only a matter of time now.

the days passed, and nate played his cards perfectly. you’d started to trust him, let your guard down around him. you laughed at his jokes, blushed when he teased you, and nate reveled in it. every little thing you did only made him want you more.

he liked how soft you were. how feminine. it wasn’t just your looks, though those were enough to drive him crazy on their own. it was the way you carried yourself, the way you made him feel needed, wanted, like he was the only guy who could make you happy.

he’d make sure you never wanted anyone else.

nate was careful, though. he didn’t rush things. he let the tension build, let you get used to the idea of him being around. he didn’t want to scare you off, not like he’d done with cassie. this time, it had to be perfect.

and it worked.

the night he finally confessed, nate couldn’t hold back anymore. it had been driving him insane, keeping it all bottled up, the way he felt about you. it wasn’t just lust, though that was a big part of it. it was deeper than that, more intense. he wanted you in every way, needed you.

he cornered you after a party, pulling you aside when no one was looking. your eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of excitement there too. nate could see it.

❝ i can’t keep pretending, y/n, ❞ he started, his voice low, controlled. ❝ i’ve been thinking about you, about us. for weeks. ❞

you blinked, a soft flush spreading across your cheeks. ❝ nate ... ❞

❝ no, let me finish, ❞ he interrupted, stepping closer, his body just inches from yours. ❝ you’re perfect. everything about you. i can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you. ❞ his hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and he smirked when you shivered at his touch. ❝ you deserve someone who sees that. who sees you. ❞

you stared up at him, your breathing shallow, and nate knew he had you right where he wanted.

❝ i hope you understand what i am getting at, i’m that guy, y/n, ❞ he murmured, leaning in, his lips just barely brushing your ear. ❝ i’m the guy who’s going to make sure you’re happy. no one else. ❞

your eyes sparkled, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

❝ nate... i didn’t know you felt that way, ❞ you whispered, biting your lip. ❝ i always thought... ❞

❝ what? ❞ he asked, his voice dripping with possessiveness. ❝ you thought you weren’t good enough? ❞ he let out a dark chuckle, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you closer. ❝ you’re more than good enough. you’re mine. ❞

you stared at him, wide-eyed, but then you smiled —this soft, sweet smile that made his chest tighten.

❝ i didn’t think i’d be good enough for you, ❞ you admitted softly, looking down for a moment.

nate’s grip tightened around your waist, his hand firm as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your temple. ❝ fuck that, y/n, ❞ he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of desire and triumph. ❝ you’re everything i’ve ever wanted. ❞

your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him, pressing your face into his chest, and nate let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

he buried his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, his hands gripping your waist as he smirked against your skin. you were his now. completely his.

and nate wasn’t letting you go. not ever.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

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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.”