Just Imagin Jude Waking Up W A Morning Wood And Its Like 3-4 Am And He Tries To Wake U Up But Ur So Tired

Just imagin Jude waking up w a morning wood and it’s like 3-4 am and he tries to wake u up but ur so tired but then u end up helping him out 😩

being so sleepy but u can feel him rocking against ur arse and he’s so hard that u know it’s probably painful and the way he’s pressing against u has that usual ache building up inside of u. so ur pressing back against him and mumbling a little “y’can fuck me, want u to” in ur sleepy voice that jude absolutely adores. he’s fucking u so slowly from behind while ur on ur side, fingers soft over ur clit and he’s in ur ear telling u he’s sorry for waking u up and that he loves u and u feel so good and he just sounds so whiney and hot

you telling jude that u feel like u make the weirdest faces and look ugly during sex so he fucks you in front of a mirror and makes you look so you can see why he’s so obsessed with seeing ur face when u guys are in going at it

he’s always wanting to fuck u in missionary bc he thinks u look so pretty especially when u cum and he loves watching u cry when it’s extra good. but ur kinda insecure abt it and u always try and turn ur face away or hide in his neck and he’s having none of that bc he wants to see u. and one day ur telling him that u feel like u look ridiculous and that ur orgasm face is probably ugly and he’s so???? bc he genuinely thinks ur so hot. so he’s deciding to fuck u in front of the mirror and he’s holding ur jaw in place so u can watch and he’s in ur ear telling u to “look how pretty u are, baby. ur fkn gorgeous” tells u he thinks abt how pretty u look all the time and that when u cum u look so hot

phenomenon.

word count : 1.2k

pairing : brother’s bestfriend!jude x fem!reader

warnings : 18+, minors dni

author’s note : short drabble based on this scenario

“jude i swear to god if you open that window—i’m going to fucking kill you.” despite your choice of words being a borderline threat, you were giggling when you’d warned your boyfriend who’d been in a playful mood—the pad of his finger wavering right above the button responsible for opening the sunroof of your car. it’d been pouring outside and you didn’t even want to think about the mess it’d make inside the comfort of your car if he really opened it.

this was a frequent occurrence for the both of you, having late night drives with the company of one another where no one would catch you nor raise questions regarding your relationship—a time where the both of you got to spend time with each other without having to sneak around, a rare chance you got to love him wholly even if it was for a limited while.

jude had been supposed to join your brother and their friend group at the pub tonight—but he’d made up some excuse to not go so that he could spend time with you instead. sneaking into your room through the window like he has over multiple occasions, asking if you’d wanted to hop on the getaway car and escape with him to somewhere it’d just be the two of you—and who were you to deny such a request from your loverboy?

“c’mon, getting drenched in this weather doesn’t sound all that bad.” jude tried convincing you but you were immediately shaking your head in disapproval. “yeah it doesn’t sound all that bad until you’re having to experience the most sickening cold of your life.” you scolded your boyfriend, gaze focused on the road ahead where you could barely make out a thing from how foggy it’d gotten outside from the heavy downpour. but you loved the stormy weather nonetheless, something about getting the opportunity to spend time with jude during it bubbling up an overly soft and giddy feeling in your heart.

“that’s fine, you’re gonna be there to take care of me even if i do end up catching a cold.” you didn’t even have to spare him a glance to know that he was grinning wide whilst saying those words, and although you yourself knew that was the truth—you felt the need to tell him otherwise. “yeah, in your dreams. don’t expect me to take care of a mess you willingly got yourself into.”

jude didn’t respond to you this time, just watching you with a lovesick smile pulling at his lips—the slight pout on your own having his heart fluttering as all he could think about in that moment was just how in love with you he was. he was mad about you, heart overflowing with immense love he felt for you and the need to express it was stronger than ever.

“stop the car.” his sudden request caught you off guard, making you give him a brief side glance as you’d wondered if everything was okay. “what? we’re in the middle of the road though.”

“park it somewhere close by.” you didn’t question him any further, finding a spot by the side of a road which was pretty isolated—giving the both of you the exact kind of privacy jude was looking for.

“what’s up?” you asked him once you’d stopped, but jude was already nudging his head towards the backseat—motioning for you to move there. you obliged, not speaking a word despite your own curiosity. jude followed right behind you, tugging you into his lap once he’d settled and from there you had a clear idea of where this was going and what exactly was on his mind.

“are you being for real right now?” you teased him, the tip of your nose nuzzling into his cheek before you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “i need to have you, this setting is too perfect for us to not take the opportunity.” he tried his best to sound convincing and it made you giggle, the hearty noise that fell past your lips having his heart racing a little faster—eyes filling up with so much love as he watched you like a love struck teenage boy; which you’d successfully turned him into without fail.

“was that supposed to be romantic?” you teased as your fingertips traced circles over his clothed chest, his lips closing the gap between the two of you by pressing against yours as he kissed you slow with appreciation and passionate with affection. you melted into his embrace, everything about the moment being so perfect from the cozy setting—the soft patter of the rain hitting against the sunroof sounding like a relaxing melody to your ears, the sensation of his warm skin in contrast to the cold air of the stormy night raising goosebumps on your own.

it didn’t take long for the both of you to start getting rid of each other’s clothing—jude pushing you to lay down whilst he hovered over you, lining his cock up with your entrance before filling you up with utmost care; swallowing your soft moans with kisses that had you going dizzy.

the sex was different in comparison to your usual sessions, the pace of his thrusts rather slow—it feeling all the more intimate because you felt all of him with each drag of his hips. jude pressed sweet kisses on every inch of your body—whispering sweet affirmations to you about how gorgeous you were, not just merely saying those words but rather making you feel the most beautiful you’d ever felt.

he was obsessed with you, he weren’t just fucking you for the sake of chasing a pleasurable orgasm—he was making love to you, revering your body with utmost adoration; giving you every ounce of his attention as he praised you with every breath he took. you’d never felt such immense love before—and you were sure no other person could ever love you the way he did.

“jude—you’re shaking.” you whispered, cupping his face as he’d half collapsed on top of you right after experiencing what just might’ve been the most intense orgasm of his life. “i know—i’m okay, i’ll be okay.” he whispered, a slight tremble still evident in his voice as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm before resting his head on your chest as he listened to the constant thump of your heart beating—the noise paired with the sound of the heavy rain trickling down the window slowly but surely relaxing the irregular pace of his own heart.

you wrapped your arms around him, fingertips digging into his scalp as you massaged in hopes of calming him. your other palm ran up and down the skin of his back, gently scratching just the way he liked it. your heart filled up with so much love for him as you watched him drifting off to a slumber in your embrace—the sight of him looking so wrecked after showing you; or rather giving such an intimate aspect of himself to you really altering your brain chemistry, making you realize how you never wanted to let go of him.

you were done being afraid of what others would think of your relationship—whether they’d be against it or never accept the both of you. what you knew for sure was that the both of you deserved each other—-and that the both of you deserved to love one another wholly without any limitations.

your love was similar to a weather phenomenon—unpredictable to some, intense to the ones experiencing it; but the fact that it existed couldn’t be denied by anyone.

imagine your and Jude’s kids being teens and every time Jude would come home from training, he'd come to you and cuddle you from behind. and then he'd say "kiss?". and after all these years of your relationship he'd still be able to make you blush and he'd be so proud of himself. and your kids would surely pretend to be fully disgusted, but they'd secretly love their parents still being so in love :(

the first thing he does when he gets home is make his way over to you and slide his hands over your hips, pressing his chest against your back and spreading his palm across your lower tummy—practically snuggling into you from behind before you’re tipping your head to look at him. and then he’s giving you that adorable smile of his & going all “where’s my kiss?” and you’re blushing sm because he’s so pretty and you can’t ever get used to this even after so many years because he’s got such a massive effect on you. your kids just staring, pretending to be all disgusted and complaining about how they’re sick of having to witness your pda every single day but you both know they secretly love it when you’re loving with one another because it’s just the sweetest thing ever. jude defo sets the bar so high for your daughter because she sees the way he treats you and there’s no way she’s settling for someone who isn’t gonna treat her with sm love the way her father does for you :( same thing w your son, he’d defo get all nosy about your teenage years because he still wants to be cool like jude even after he’s grown into a teenager himself. he’s gonna be coming to jude, asking for advice on how he can make a move on his crush and asking how he managed to pull you and jude would defo get all smug and be all “with a handsome face like mine, it wasn’t all that hard” but everyone knows that jude was the one who fell for you first and kept asking you out until you eventually agreed to go on a date with him (it’s not that you didn’t like him, you were just intimidated bcs, well—he’s him)

𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗗𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗝𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺

𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

Summary : the one where I discuss big dick jude. We all he’s packing don’t lie.

Age : 18+ really smutty all the way through

Parings : Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Word count : 900+ words

Authors notes : re upload from my prior blog. May do another part, don’t hold me to that though. My Masterlist is right here my babies

It was a compromising position for the both of you if you were to be caught. Jude had you pressed up against the fluffy bedsheets that laid on your bed. One of his hands by your head gripping the sheets and the other held your own while he teasingly slipped the tip of his cock between the lips of your soaking pussy.

It had been a long time since you two had done anything and look at the two of you, you were in the same house you grew up in, while downstairs fitted members of your family. It was because Jude missed you he couldn’t wait till the weekend to see you but how you got here was foggy to the both of you.

You could’ve sworn just a couple of seconds ago you were greeting at your front door and the tension silently swallowed you both.

One thing however is that now that your wrapped up underneath him, a sudden reminder of every other time you’ve fucked, a reminder of how big he was and how much he was able to stretch you out. Each time he slid into you felt like at least a pinch or an injection but was always short and quickly accompanied with vast amounts of pleasure afterwards. One quick way of summing it up was just loads of pressure fixated one your lower abdomen but it was a feeling you secretly craved and loved all at the same time.

“Oh fuck” was the only words that you could think of, as he slowly slipped his thick length inside but stopped at the tip to continue teasing your long belated orgasms. You couldn’t feel the sting yet but your faces visibly tensed waiting for it to happen.

He leant down, his breath fanned your face as he attempted to hush your complex expression. Removing the hand that was enclosed around your palm he drew his fingers across your face as he moved loose hairs from your face, which in fact did make you smile.

You could feel him prodding at your entrance continuously as he slowly thrusted it in and out but sure to only slide the tip in when he does it. Like clockwork this was classic, nothing you haven’t experienced before, he was usually like this on the night of a win, a high higher than this that he couldn’t come down from quickly enough to enter the bedroom. He loved teasing you, and for your sake, it actually eased you into taking him inside of you.

You could hear the slick sounds of your warmth around his dick and it made him feel so good knowing he caused and made you shudder, but so did other things as of present. “Do you feel that?” Of course you did, and it felt so good. Finally after what felt like years was starting to hit you, the feeling of scraping your walls deeper and deeper. “Shit, baby relax” he told you, but the ache was core splitting and the pinch had you so tense and wrapped up in a surreal haze.

You knew that if you kept squeezing him like this, he wasn’t gonna last much longer. So you let up your grip and tried hard to fully relax and give him at-least some wiggle room, after all he was still trying slide fully inside.

It always puzzled you how he was able to fit fully inside you, I mean you can only recall of maybe 3/5 times out of the 100 times you’ve fucked that he’s been fully wrapped up inside you, all the other were inches off. Each time made him feel on-top of the world knowing he could literally destroy you with his thick length and have you walking messily the next day (rest of the week more like).

Whimpers and groans fell from the both of you as this feeling felt so foreign and he was basically half way inside. He feels your hesitation and completely understands. He knows he’s big, bigger than you’ve taken before and does usually pay extra attention to getting you ready more than himself. But sometimes he’s way to desperate or frustrated.

You both watch as his base slowly disappears inside of you as you feel the head scrape against that gummy spot hidden deeper. ‘How does he do it?’ You thought.

He’s so pleased with himself though, you know it.

“Take it for me baby” he whispered lowly in your ear. Even though it was just a short and simple sentence he knew the effect it had on you. “You can take it for me, can’t you” the question left you shell shocked as you already had so much pondering on your mind but while adding another thing to think of it distracted you from the feeling of him basically buried fully inside, I mean sure there was still like a couple cm, he wasn’t gonna ruin your moment. “Mmhmm” was the best you could give him back.

“Atta girl” holy fuck, you thought to yourself.

Practically fully situated inside of you for the first time in weeks, the patch of hairs at his pelvis grazed against your clit.

As he rocked back and forth slowly, your hands gripped at his biceps. As one of his hands had left to press down on your lower stomach. You could almost see the bulge of him in you. You had to keep your moans down but it was so hard, and your sure that you’ve both been quiet until now. “That’s it, gonna cum so deep insi-” he cut himself off with a half moan and cold shudder as he could feel himself about to tip over that edge.

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