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jude normally giving you time to adjust to his size before he starts fucking you properly but then one evening he is so desperate and needy for you that he just starts pounding into you and you’re torn between how good it feels with him hitting your spot and the pain of him stretching you out. so one hand you’re coming uncontrollably and on the other hand you’re begging him to stop/slow down

usually he’s slow when he first slides into u bc he knows he’s big, not even in a cocky way it’s just a fact and he knows u struggle to take him so he has to give u time to get used to him so ur comfortable. like he’ll only give u the tip at first before sliding in an inch at a time, all the while stroking ur hair and kissing u, trying so hard not to cum already bc ur just so tight. then when he’s buried as deep as he can be he’ll just stay there and let u get used to it, kissing u again, trailing his lips down ur neck so he can press his face into ur boobs, lips immediately wrapping around ur nipple. he’d only start moving when u ask him to, hips shifting against his while u beg him to finally fuck u. but tonight he’s desperate and needy and needs to just have his way with u, he’d definitely have worked u up on his tongue and fingers beforehand bc there’s never a time he’ll fuck u without foreplay and that’s just added to his growing desperation. he’s just immediately fucking u hard, thrusts rough and bordering on painful, so much power behind them that u keep jolting up the bed and have to press one hand to the headboard to protect ur head. he’s stretching u so much and he’s reaching so deep that it feels so good but almost too good that it’s painful, ur moans more like sobs as u switch between whining his name and giving little “slow down, s’too much” but u haven’t said ur safe word yet so jude is only half listening, fingers wrapping around ur throat while he tells u to just be a good girl and take it. he’s making u cum over and over and u know ur gna be sore and wrecked when he’s finally finished with u. pressing ur hands against his stomach in an attempt to get him to ease up but he’s gripping both ur wrists and pinning them above ur head and now there’s literal tears in ur eyes bc he’s completely ruined u. the whole time he’d just be praising u so much tho, telling u how pretty u look on his cock and how proud he is of u

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.

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

#innocentbsfxjude him making sure he always praises you about how well you’re taking it because he knows ur always nervous about the fact that he’s so big and that it’ll be too much for u

he knows he’s big and he knows u struggle and he sees the way u stare at his cock sometimes like ur not sure what to do w it and even tho it gets him soooooo feral he always has to make sure u know how proud he is of u. so you’ll be riding him and he’ll be pressing kisses all over u telling u how good ur doing and that he’s so proud of u for taking it all for him and that ur his perfect good girl!!!! and if ur sucking him off he’ll just stroke ur cheek and be all “there u go, baby, just a bit more. y’doing so good f’me, taking it like a champ, hm?”

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

mean!jude edging reader over and over again after she tried to embarrass him publicly (they aren’t dating they’re enemies w benefits)

readers sobbing, begging to cum and when she tries to buck her hips or move away jude holds her down and degrades her

after some begging he overstims her, until she’s crying that it’s too much and he just rolls his eyes and says “take it, this is what u wanted”

"you were the one that said it pretty girl," jude cooed, his knees dipping into the mattress below you as he ducked his head to yours. you could feel the cockiness that leaked from him, your face burning as it contorted with pleasure, the feeling of him still inside of you causing you to squirm in an attempt to get him to carry on moving. stupidly you'd made a passing comment, one that was meant to cause people to laugh; but instead he kept a mental note of it, dragging you upstairs before you could even grab your coat as soon as everyone else started to leave. he pouted his lips to you comically, "you wanna' cum now hm? are you ready for it now?"

you'd lost count of how many times you came seconds away from tippling over the edge, your stomach in absolute knots as you tried your hardest to just make yourself cum. but jude wouldn't let you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he held you still, pinning you to the mattress as you whined hoarsely. your voice was broken, throat sore from all the moans as he rocked his hips backwards until just the tip of his cock left inside of you. his eyes would bore into yours, the intense stare being one you couldn't look away from as he pushed himself fully back into you.

the stretch of his cock made you wince, eyes welling with tears as you tilted your head back in pleasure. all you wanted to do was cum but you weren't even sure if he was going to let you, a hand wrapping around your throat as he forced your chin back towards him so you could keep the eye contact - his thumb grazing your bottom lip as he stroked over the swollen skin, hips snapping into yours at a menacingly hard pace. jude already cum a couple times already, his seed thick on your stomach and tits as you felt your bottom lip wobble, the ache between your legs only growing as you felt his length twitch inside of you.

all the begging and pleading had finally started to pay off as you felt your stomach start to flip, your body numb with pleasure as you felt your orgasm ripple through you. the silent whimpers were swallowed by jude as he tangled your lips with his, the kiss hard and fiesty as you felt your own cum start to dribble down your inner thighs and pool on the bed beneath you. but that didn't stop jude; his own stomach tense as he kept thrusting into you, grunting at the way you felt around his cock, the tightness and warmth making his eyes narrow as he watched the way you came undone around him.

#innocentbsfxjude you guys doing reverse cowgirl for the first time and jude finds it adorable how you’re trying so hard to bounce on him because 1) you’re too small and 2) he isn’t willing to give you any control. so when he notices you trying to control the pace or how much of him you take he just grabs your hips and stops you and is like “baby, it’s relax. let me take it okay, I’ll give you what you need to cum, just sit on my cock like a good girl” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“jude” the sudden sob of his name you’d let out had jude gasping out a throaty moan of yours, grasping your hips a little tighter as his fingertips digged into you—the slight burn they left on your skin urging you to arch your back and sink into him deeper. jude felt like he was going insane from the overwhelming pleasure that rushed through him when your pussy fluttered and clenched so harshly around him from the impact of that movement.

you attempted to lift your hips off of him just as you’ve been doing so for the past few minutes. but instead a whiny whimper was all that left your mouth, because it was just too difficult for you to get the job done on your own—especially from the foreign position. this was something new, and you were determined to make jude feel good without needing his help in doing so, but here you were struggling to bounce on his cock.

“stop moving like that” jude hissed as your arse pressed against him, moving against his balls as it surely amplified the pleasure he was receiving. but he was sure he couldn’t hold his own orgasm at bay if you’d continued what you were doing to him—and he would absolutely hate it if he weren’t able to make this just as pleasurable for you.

“but i wanna make you feel good,” you complained, making another attempt to rock your hips but this time jude made sure to restrict any movement—refusing to give you the control you were desperately yearning for. “baby, you need to relax” he whispered, running his finger down the outline of your spine before resting his palm over the curve of your ass. “you’re already doing good f’me, taking me so well. just sit pretty on my cock and let me do all the work, yeah?” he’d reassure before thrusting his hips upwards, forcing a filthy noise out of you as the sudden press of his cock when he’d already been buried deep inside of your cunt took you by a shockwave of pleasure.

“just like that, i’ll make sure i give my good girl what she needs to cum” he’d whisper all sweet in your ear after leaning up to leave kisses along the curve of your spine and shoulder blades while controlling the movement of your hips, helping you lift off of him before bringing you back down on his cock, all with his strength as you let him fuck you stupid.

ARE U KIDDING MEEEEEE????????

thigh riding ; jude bellingham 🖤

summary — i mean, literally what it says on the tin.

pairing — jude bellingham x fem!reader

content — 18+ (mdni), smut, established relationship, thigh riding ofccc, softdom!jude (?), dirty talk, reader is a whiny mess, tiny bit of cunnilingus at the start, lots of making out bc jude bellingham having the most perfect lips and me not putting them to work would be an injustice, teeny bit of tit play, 0 plot 100% porn

a/n — (yet another repost since tumblr hates me & decided to delete the last one 🫠) anon hiiii tysm for the request and for the lovely compliment 🥺💘 i hope this is what ur looking for <33 pls lmk if u have any feedback/requests my luvs :3

“oh, oh my god,” you purr, legs akimbo on the soft couch where you’re engaging in all things sinful with your boyfriend who’s kneeling on the stone-cold floor, your back arching off the material which causes jude to moan from the way your pussy pushes further onto his face.

the room is cool but your bodies are lit with the fuel of arousal. you’re completely naked by the way, jude’s one remaining item of clothing being the tight black briefs that put a strain on his rock solid cock. to say you can only see the outline of it would be an understatement. you could have sworn you’ve seen it twitch at least three times.

he’s been at it for the best part of twenty minutes now, tongue dipping in and out of your wet hole, but most of his mouth’s focus is on your growingly sensitive clit, every muscle working hard to suck, tease and kiss the bundle of nerves.

you haven’t been given the gift of even one orgasm in those twenty minutes however, the requests coming from your boyfriend’s swollen and pussy juice-coated lips insisting on you not cumming just yet and if you can hold on now, i promise i’ll make it worth the wait, darling.

jude’s tongue laps increasingly faster as the seconds pass, your eyes almost getting wetter than your soaked cunt over how unfair he’s being right now. your hands restlessly pull at his dark ringlets of hair, the moans leaving your mouth starting to become even more frenzied.

“oh fuck, jude, please,” you elongate the last syllable of that plea to show how desperate you are to finish all over his plump lips and skilled tongue, spine curving even more in an attempt to make him change his mind; change whatever he’s been planning and to just let you coat his mouth and chin with your cum.

his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together, and you’re unable to comprehend how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily. a whine of exasperation subconsciously exits your throat.

jude bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle, standing up and sitting in the space on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor.

“i promised that i would make all the teasing worth your while, right, baby?” he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it when he finds you laying your palms on his chest and kissing back with all the misplaced fervour you’d lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body. you whine against the softness of his mouth, your own lips slightly parting to leave breathy moans. jude partially gapes his mouth too, taking in all the sounds and sighs imparting from your throat before he takes your mouth in his again, the two of you now passionately making out on the couch. before you both get carried away in the embrace of each other’s wandering hands, jude pulls away, leaving a conclusive smooch over the pout on your sweet face.

“come sit here then, darling.”

he spreads his legs and pats his left thigh, the one closest to you, and you almost haphazardly roll over in sheer desperation, the thought of your wetness on his bare skin creating a deliciously anticipating feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

as you hover over his thigh, jude can feel the heat of your cunt from inches away, gulping at the way your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his toned muscle with a satisfied groan.

“good girl,” he praises as you slip both hands onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, his own hands coming to grip you at the hips and hold you in place. “is my baby gonna ride me now, hm? ride my thigh until she gets what she deserves for being so good for me?” his wanton words make you clench down on the surface of his warm skin. you haven’t done this before but you’re determined to put on a show for jude and to finally enjoy the rewards of a well awaited orgasm.

you give him a hurried nod, shifting all your weight onto your hands and therefore his shoulders as you raise your body up slightly before coming back crashing onto him, a shameless moan leaving your lips when your cunt comes into contact with his thigh.

“ah, jude,” you whine out, hips rocking to run your slippery core up and down him. his spit from earlier and your own arousal helps to lubricate your gyrating movements, the ease of it all only making you move harder and faster on your lover’s thigh.

“you’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck,” jude comments as he guides you on him, the slickness of your pussy turning him on beyond reason. “making a mess though, aren’t ya?” he looks down at the skin of his left thigh, now glistening with your juices.

you don’t move your eyes from his face but only whine some more, panting into the parting of his lips. “o-oh my god, jude, you feel so good.”

he grips onto your hips harder, surely leaving a bruise in the making, but you don’t care, the feeling of his muscular thigh so glorious under your drenched folds.

“you close, baby? let me help you out,” jude’s now grinding you against him himself, almost lunging your entire body into him. again you don’t mind because the sensation is so fucking good, your brain dizzy with the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows. your clit throbs at the spectacle in front of and below you.

“want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh,” he’s the one getting whiny now, voice reaching an ever so slightly higher frequency. “you deserve it, baby girl, let go for me, angel, cum all over me.” he slips the very tip of his thumb over your clit, making you nearly scream with the contrast of friction over the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him.

“jude, fuck, i’m so close, please,” you beg, not sure what you’re really asking for because jude is giving you his all, head ducked down and lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue, the stimulation feeding the journey to your orgasm. “shit, fuck, fuck.”

your mewling and moaning get louder, the sounds of your sopping cunt and the quiet groans coming from your lover heating up the air around you. jude pulls his mouth off your tit with a pop before his face comes into line with yours.

“cum for me, darling,” he coos, hands now at your waist to get a more centred control of your rapidly moving body. “my baby girl deserves to cum, been working so hard and so good for me, haven’t ya, sweetheart?” he flexes his thigh suddenly, the muscle seeming like it could almost penetrate you.

and with that, the cord in your lower stomach snaps. the explosive feeling travels right through to your weeping pussy where you make an unholy amount of mess on jude’s thigh, your cum gushing onto his brown skin.

you let out an almost anguished belter of a scream before jude catches it with his mouth, tongue slipping in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller, dissipating past his lips. pussy now clenching on him, he intensifies the kiss, guiding you to lay down on the sofa as he balances on top of you, hands still clasped on the contour of your waist, yours now hooked around his neck. your aching legs wrap around him instinctively and his mouth is hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet method.

it feels like hours before you both pull away for the sake of air, neither of you wanting to do so. jude leaves a romantically deep kiss on your lips before pulling his face up to look into your eyes.

“did so good for me, baby,” he mumbles, moving down to leave kisses on your neck as you take this opportunity to finally pant out the effects of your orgasm and catch your breath. “always so good for me.”

you experience the hardness of his cock twitch again, this time feeling it on your inner thigh. you’re not totally spent, right?

you lay a kiss on the tip of his nose before smiling oh so sweetly.

“let me repay you now, jude. please?”

Hiii lovie.

I hope you don't mind me submitting a thigh riding Jude Bellingham [british male] audio, and a tiktok link as a visual aid for you and your anons (;

https://soundgasm.net/u/Slider17x/Grind-Your-Pussy-Into-My-Thigh

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFG9r3Ey/

Thank you so much!!! He's got some great thighs.

🎱 fancy a game?

word count : 4.5k

pairing : jude bellingham x fem!reader

warning : smut, 18+! minors dni

author’s note : in which a game of pool with jude turns a little intense. had to give my jude girlies a little smth after that insta dump ruined us all 😮‍💨 (haven’t written smut in a while & i don’t know how to feel about this!)

the way you’d been staring at jude had been far from discreet—your gaze gawking at the way the white shirt he was wearing fitted around his torso a little too perfectly, tightening just right to show off his tiny waist whenever he’d slightly bend over the pool table to aim his cue at the ball; eyes full of concentration and determination to win—a look that had you feeling hot enough to make an embarrassing gasp escape through your parted lips just from watching him.

the way you were looking at him should be reserved for the bedroom, when it was just the two of you behind closed doors—but you simply couldn’t help yourself from thinking about pinning your boyfriend to the nearest wall and kissing him silly till there weren’t a single coherent thought in both your minds.

you’ve been patient, and you’ve tried your hardest to stay on your best behavior but you also didn’t fancy the idea of continuing to play the role of a good girl any longer when all you wanted to do was fuck him stupid.

he paced around the pool table, appearing to be in search for a good angle—and your breath got knocked out of your lungs when his eyes suddenly met yours; a certain fire that you knew all too well burning behind their glory dark brown.

jude was aware of the fact you’d been eyeing him like a piece of meat this entire time—he knew the sort of effect he had on you and he had every intention to milk the most of it. you swiped your tongue over the bottom of your lip, a small amount of drool collecting at the corner of your mouth in the process of wetting them as your gaze travelled along the bulging veins of his arm when he’d purposefully contracted his muscles—surely putting on a show for you and you should’ve felt ashamed even for the teeniest bit that he’s realized now; but you dared to keep staring instead.

there was only one ball remaining; and as you had been expecting since the start of this round, he pocketed it with ease—adding a third to his total wins of the night.

you’d already had a feeling jude was going to call it a night after that game—considering how he had caught himself more important and exciting matters to attend to.

you took the opportunity to walk over and shorten the distance between the both of you, perching yourself onto the edge of the pool table as you watched jude round the corner and approach you, muttering the words “buen juego” to his friend; which you’d assumed was something along the lines of ‘good game’ in spanish, far too focused on the way he sounded while speaking the foreign language to actually have a care about what it meant.

jude stopped directly in front of you, warm hand sliding across the supple skin of your exposed thigh as he invited himself between your parted legs—intense stare making you feel a little bit ditzy as you’d tried your hardest to ground yourself; the reminder that the both of you weren’t alone in that room going off at the back of your mind like an emergency alarm.

you wanted to kiss him. you shouldn’t kiss him. not yet.

he lightly nudged the tip of the cue underneath your chin, tipping your head upwards as if to make it known that you should know better than to try escape his gaze now. you wouldn’t dare. but the way he was staring you down in that moment had you swallowing hard and feeling embarrassingly wet between your legs—the thin material of your panties soaking up your excitement and the urge to close your legs around him has never been stronger.

“staring’s rude y’know,” he stated, a cocky smirk you recognized all too well tugging at the corner of his lips as he studied your face.

“oh yeah? think you’re flattered about it rather than offended, so is it really?” you’d wondered if what he was looking for was an ounce of shame or embarrassment in you, because he seemed genuinely surprised with your choice of response—lips curling upwards and showcasing his perfect row of pearly whites as he huffed out a laugh.

“m’ not complaining, not in the slightest bit” he offered you a grin that had you folding within seconds, one hand sliding across the length of his arm as you gave it a squeeze around his bicep—not being able to hold yourself back any longer from touching him. jude seemed to appreciate your fondling, as he went quiet for a bit—focusing on the way you had started to rub him up and down, your palm moving over his shoulder and gripping the back of his neck; almost teasing him as you just rested it there despite it been obvious that you wanted to close the gap between the both of you more than anything.

jude wanted to kiss you, but he held himself back for the sake of the other plans he had in his mind—the perfect ploy, ready to be orchestrated and played by you. after all, jude loved games and you were more than obliging to play by his rules if he’d asked.

“fancy a game?” you knew that he weren’t suggesting what those words had literally meant, knew that three lettered sentence had double meanings that you were curious to unravel and have him show you what exactly he was insuating.

you pretended to think for a bit, taking your sweet time to trace the outline of his jaw—pointer and thumb rubbing soft on the little stubble on his chin. “mmm, sure. but you’re gonna have to show me how to play, otherwise i’m as good as a useless prop by your side—a pretty one”

jude laughed once again; the sound music to your ears as you felt a sense of pride blossoming deep within your chest—giving yourself some credit that you must’ve been unexpectedly funny tonight, though you liked to believe you always were.

“gladly babe, but don’t get your hopes up too high about beating me tonight”

“and what if i do?”

“you won’t, now get off the table f’me” he lightly tapped over your hip—urging you to get off, the minimal space between the two of you making your chest press against his; the action making you totter and grip your hold on his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself.

jude didn’t make an effort to move away from you, still rested his hand over your hip as he had you half pressed against the pool table—turning his head to acknowledge his friend whom was still present in the room; keeping himself occupied by racking by up the balls and readying the table for another round during the entire time you’d both flirted without a shame.

“noah, mind giving us a moment?” jude tried his best to sound decent about it, but in the end it was obvious and there was hiding what the two of you were about to get down to—especially with him making requests such that implied you required privacy and to be left alone.

“got it, pool table’s occupied for the rest of the night.” the unnecessary announcement noah made on his way out had heat rushing to your cheeks, a sense of embarrassment taking over your nerves for the first time that night. jude was amused, an eyebrow raising in question as he fished your face out from his neck when you’d tucked it away there and with that your attempts at hiding were in vain.

“don’t go all shy on me now”

“m’ not” you huffed in denial, escaping from the spot he’d cornered you into between the table and his larger frame—grabbing a cue and examining it like you knew what you were supposed to do. after all, confidence was all about faking it till you’ve made it; but jude saw right through you.

“go on, show me some practice strokes.” he encouraged, watching intently as you bent over and positioned your weight onto one leg—your focus elsewhere rather than on the cue ball as you miserably missed the shot, sending it in the opposite direction of the object ball you were aiming for.

“hmp, that was awful.” you pout, not bothering to straighten yourself as jude was already making his way around the table over to you—stopping once he was right behind you. “you’re leaning over too much,” he mumbled, taking it upon himself to fix your position as he brought you back up a little—both hands gripping your hips. “that’s better.” he whispered those words in a low tone, somehow managing to goosebumps on your skin as he pressed his chest flush to your back all within the next few seconds; helping you angle the cue stick with his hand over yours so he could guide your arm.

“keep your eyes on the ball,” jude instructed, his body pressing further into yours as you jolted forward from the sudden impact—far from focused as you felt yourself growing warm at the proximity. he pushed the cue stick forward, making contact with the ball right in the center as it rolled across the surface of the table with ease—in a perfect line towards the object ball that jude had intended to hit.

you would’ve found it in yourself to show more enthusiasm if he weren’t so close to you, finding it difficult to acknowledge anything other than the outline of his warm bulge pressing into your arse.

“your turn now” you’d expected him to move, but it seemed that jude relished in making things a little difficult for you. in your mind, you were cussing him out in lots of creative profanities—but truth be told, you didn’t want him to move either. he rested both arms on either side of you, using the edge of the pool table as leverage as he watched over your shoulder—warm breath tickling the most sensitive spot of your neck; which had your entire body quivering on a shiver that ran along your spine.

you tried your best to replicate the stroke he’d just shown you, but you weren’t quite successful at satisfying jude with the next attempt either—as your train of thoughts were lost elsewhere.

“focus, eyes on the ball” jude repeated his words from earlier, pressing down on your back just a little to help you get that perfect view of the ball—but it instead had a pathetic moan slipping past your lips as your back arched, arse pushing directly onto his crotch as it took everything in jude not to thrust forward and chase the tempting friction.

you pushed the cue stick forward, striking the cue ball to the best of your ability—this time managing to pocket one of the striped balls. you press back into him with intention this time, looking back at him over your shoulder as you waited for him to give you the validation that he owed you after the little show you’d just put up for him.

“did i do good?” you asked him, the question seemingly innocent but so beyond filthy when you were practically dry humping against him with little rolls of your hips you’d thought you were being so coy about.

jude did nothing to halt your movements, drinking in the sight before him—the way you were bent over the pool table for him as he tried to come up with a coherent response for the question you’d just asked; which successfully sent his mind into frenzy.

jude thrusted his hips forward, an involuntarily movement on his end as he cursed under his breath when your body budged forward till your upper half was laying over the table—forehead pressing onto the surface as you were still looking over your shoulder to keep your eyes locked onto his, the teary sheen on them along with the slight quiver of your lips causing him to become even more unbelievably hard.

“jude” the mention of his name from your lips trailed off into a whimper, driving him crazy as he’d opted to a rhythm of rocking his hard on against your arse—his own impatience getting the best of him. “did i do good?” you asked again, choking on a sob this time that nearly had him cumming on the spot because you were just his good girl who needed him to tell you how good you were for him.

“yes—fuck, yes you were good baby, so good f’me” jude bunched up the fabric of your dress in a hurry—yanking it over your hips to reveal the scrap of baby pink lace you were wearing that had an embarrassing wet patch seeping right from the middle where you needed him the most.

“need you to fuck me jude, need you to fill me up please” you begged, not wanting the teasing to go on any longer. but jude was having non of it as he landed a light slap to your clit the second he’d managed to slip down your pretty underwear for it to pool around your ankles—a silent reminder that it was rude of you to be making such demands.

“not yet baby—pretty girl like you should be getting yourself off on my cock first, show me you want it yeah?” he teased, momentarily stopping his grinding—lowering his sweatpants just enough to tuck his cock out.

wrapping his fist around the base of his hardened length, jude grunted out a string of low moans as he gave himself a few pumps—particularly paying attention to the tip just the way he liked it. he moved his hips forward, lining his tip along the entrance of your warm cunt till it was snugly pressed between your folds—not fully inside because he wanted you to take it yourself.

“there you go baby, c’mon, take it f’me like the good girl you are” he encouraged, fingers rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your waist—the action a juxtaposition in regards to his words. you wiggled your arse back in an attempt to grind against him, the movement making the tip of his cock slip inside you as it enticed a loud moan out of you.

“y’can do it angel, arch your back f’me” you couldn’t really tell whether he was praising or taunting you—and that only further egged you on as a new wave of wetness gushed out from you, soaking and making an absolute mess on his cock. it helped you glide yourself onto him with ease, jude simply watching as you sunk back onto him little by little—with no intentions to help whatsoever.

you hadn’t even managed to take half of his cock yet, but here you were completely falling apart before him—your dripping hole already fluttering tight around the engulfed blunt head of his cock, pussy almost pushing him back out when you’d plunged forward; too overwhelmed to achieve it by yourself in the end.

“oi, where you running?” he had the audacity to laugh at you, landing a slap to your arse before grabbing ahold of your hips—pulling you back into him as he leaned over your arched body, wet lips pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder blade; had you letting out loud and filthy moan when his hips pressed flush to your arse in a single thrust—completely burying his cock within you.

“just needed me to help you take it, isn’t that right sweet girl? ‘s just too big f’you” jude weren’t one to boast usually—but he was aware that he’s stupidly big and that you’ll struggle to take him no matter how many times he’s fucked you. so whenever he’d start talking all prideful during sex, it turned you on without fail because there was no denying how arousing it was when he got a little bit mean.

“still your turn babe, m’ waiting” part of you couldn’t believe he was still expecting of you to continue playing but then the other half of you weren’t that surprised because this was jude after all—he’d take any opportunity given to wind you up and you weren’t exactly gonna miss out on a chance to one up on him; whether it was by playing by his rules or not.

the circling of his hips was slow as he retreated his hips back till it was only the tip of his cock that was pressed between your folds again—and you weren’t quite satisfied with that, rolling your own hips back into his as you sought that delicious drag of his cock stretching your velvet walls.

with shaky arms, you lifted the cue stick and attempted to line up a shot to the best of your ability given your situation. in a hasty movement, you plunged the stick forward—sending the cue ball flying across the surface with no aim whatsoever.

you heard jude let out a ‘tch’ of disapproval as he moved forward to rest his chin on your shoulder—the action shifting his cock within you as you could feel the tip kissing that spot deep inside which made your knees buckle without fail. a lewd noise escaped from your throat which jude chose to deliberately ignore, holding your hand to demonstrate a smooth strike once more.

“you’ll end up missing your target if you hit it like that,” you weren’t sure if you were being overly attentive or if he really was speaking in a huskier tone now—but it inevitably made your pussy flutter around him as your vision went a little blurry. jude let out a hiss upon feeling the tight embrace of your warm cunt, his hold tightening around your wrist as he helped you line up a shot.

“don’t be too rough with the stick, relax f’me” his lips were now ghosting right above the shell of your ear, warm breath raising the hairs at the back of your neck as your entire body relaxed beneath his just as told. “pull it back slowly, and push it forwards with just the right amount of acceleration needed for the ball to move” he continued, his hips simultaneously drawing back and pushing right back into you along with his words—making you let out a humiliating mewl from how arousing you were finding this situation.

you followed his instructions, pulling the stick back leisurely and then bringing it forwards to hit the cue ball with enough force for it to collide with your desired object ball and successfully pocket it. “there you go, knew my perfect girl could do it” jude mumbled against the outline of your jaw, his lips warm against your skin when he praised you and your eyes rolled back upon feeling him pound into you a little harder as a reward.

you maintained a steady back and forth rhythm of your hips, meeting his half way through as he continued to plow into you—finally picking up on his pace. “god baby, you’re taking it so well” he was starting to get loud, and it wasn’t unusual for jude to be noisy but you could tell he was especially enjoying this because he simply could not get enough of the control he had whenever he’s got you bent over like this.

his gaze was slightly hazy as he watched the way your hips would roll back to meet every thrust of his, engulfing his cock wholly and coating him with a new layer of slick each time. it was filthy, and the sounds of your pussy gushing around his cock, skin slapping against one another and your sinful moans filled up the room—bouncing off the walls and surely reaching beyond it for whoever that cared enough to listen.

“jude” you cried out, feeling that all too familiar knot building up in your stomach come close to being undone. jude could sense that you were getting close, but he couldn’t give you the pleasure of a mind blowing orgasm just yet; not when he hadn’t even had the chance to kiss you.

your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled out of you, mouth falling open to let out a cry of protest that he dared to snatch away your orgasm. “i was so close—“ your attempt to complain was cut short as his palm came down on your arse—cause the plush flesh of your cheek to ripple from the impact as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“turn around f’me” he ordered, but then he didn’t wait for you to move—abruptly flipping you around so that you were laying with your back flat against the table now. his lips came crashing down on yours in a greedy manner, tongue swiping at your bottom lip—one hand coming to cradle the back of your neck so that he could tilt your head to slip his tongue inside when you parted your lips for him, deepening the kiss.

you moaned into his mouth, closing your legs around his waist to have him press back into you—the nudge of his tip against your clit making you arch your back off the table gracefully, one of your hands coming to cup his face as he let his teeth graze your bottom lip before licking at it once more.

he briefly pulled away from the kiss, pulling on your dress as a hint that he wanted it off—both your hands raising for him so that he could slide it off of you. if you hadn’t been so desperate for release, you would’ve found it in yourself to complain about the layers of clothing still remaining on him.

jude watched through hooded eyes at the way your chest heaved up and down, still trying to steady your breathing after that kiss—your lips damp and parted when you met his gaze through your lashes and fuck, you were gonna be the cause of his demise one day because he could swear he’d never seen a more beautiful sight before.

his thumb lightly brushed over your bottom lip, drinking in your mesmerizing form as he drew in an unsteady breath when he felt you jolt your lower half forward—causing his cock to twitch against your warmth. “need you to fill me up jude, please” there were tears pricking at your water line, threatening to spill over if you didn’t get what you wanted atleast in the next few seconds.

jude cursed under his breath as he guided himself between your thighs, pushing his length into your wetness with ease as his gaze stayed fixated on your face—wanting to capture even the slightest changes in your facial expression through his very own eyes. your mouth fell open as a loud gasp of his name escaped your lips, nails digging deep into his shoulder as you raked them across his skin—decorating his back with scratches that weren’t gonna heal for the next few weeks atleast. his teammates were gonna have fun teasing him about those, surely.

jude clasped his hand around your throat, keeping you pressed to the table as he leaned over your body to kiss you once again—a pathetic noise tumbling from your lips when his fingers squeezed your throat. your pussy clenched harshly around him at that action, his pace faltering just a little as he had to pull away from your lips to catch his breath—face tucking into your neck, a wrecked whimper leaving his mouth when your slick walls clamped around him yet again.

“fuck baby, m’ gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that” he gasped out which trailed off into a soft whine that made your clit ache because of how beautiful he’d sounded. you grabbed ahold of his jaw, making him meet your eyes and you couldn’t help yourself from kissing him again and again when he looked so wrecked—lips slotting messily over his as you greedily swallowed the pretty noises he was letting out for you.

he pressed his hand against the table as leverage, drawing his hips back and thrusting them forward in a particularly harsh thrust that found that sweet spot inside of you again—the contact pushing you dangerously closer to your orgasm.

“want you to fill me up jude, please cum inside me” you breathlessly whispered against his lips, and jude went a little dizzy from excitement once he’d realized what you were asking from him—his cock twitching inside you as began to fuck you a little harder.

“y’want me to fuck you full of my cum? gonna take it all for me like the good girl you are, is that right?” his voiced sounded so wrecked and you knew this was taking toll on him just as much as it was ruining you. you attempted to match the growing pace of his thrusts with quick snaps of your own hips—relishing in the grunts and whimpers leaving jude's mouth as there was nothing more you loved than when he got so noisy for you.

his hand dipped into the space between your legs, fingers finding home on your clit as he rubbed the bundle of nerves in circular motions—drawing you closer and closer to your building up orgasm.

his hips continued to jerk forward, fucking you into oblivion at a relentless pace as the tip of his cock continuously prodded against that same spot within you—which had you curling your toes and arching your back in an attempt to take him even deeper. his fingers rubbed over your sensitive bud in swift motions, even more wetness dripping out from you and soaking them in the process as you let out another loud whine.

“feel that good?” he laughed at the pathetic noise you’d let out, hissed a little when your pussy spasmed around him—a reminder that he was in no position to mock you when his own orgasm was seconds away.

with a few more swipes of his thumb over your clit, you were creaming around his cock—filthy noises spilling from your mouth as your walls squeezed harsh around jude, knocking the air out of his lungs as he came at the same time; hot spurts of his cum filling you up and decorating your insides.

he continued to fuck his cock into you throughout his orgasm, fucking his cum deeper as some leaked out of you—dripping down your thighs and onto the pool table, making a mess. jude’s upper half fell limp on top of yours, his face buried into your tits as quiet whimpers fell past his parted lips when his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of you.

you brought your hand to his face, wiping the bead of sweat that had collected on his forehead and stroked his cheek in a gentle gesture as you waited for him to come down from his high. he looked so pretty and fucked out—long lashes caressing his cheek as he kept his eyes close, trying to collect himself after the intense waves of orgasm that had just washed over him.

“feel that good?” you repeated his words from earlier, your lips spreading into a wide grin as his eyes finally opened to meet yours through those same pretty lashes—huffing out a breathy laugh.

“mhm, it was good—that was an intense game.” he lifted his weight off from you, leaning over to press a soft peck to your lips as he admired how gorgeous you looked. “but we’re gonna have to go for another round to decide on a winner, don’t you think?”

eye contact with jude during it 🫠

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ look at me. jude bellingham smut

jude's eyes searched your face.

intently.

watching the way it contorted in pleasure. eyes screwed shut. the corners of your mouth downturned as his name fell from your lips in sync to the rock of his hips.

"eyes on me baby-" it was a demand more than anything. one hand snaking between your bodies as he cupped your cheeks. thumb digging into your chin as he tilted your head upwards. forcing your eyes to open as he stilled his thrusts.

the intimacy was thick. lingering above you both. your legs wrapped around his waist, locked at the ankles. not allowing him to pull too far back as you felt yourself stretch around him.

you needed him in everyway possible. noises soft. mewls. earning a whimper from jude every time his cock slipped a little further into you. welcomed by your warmth. your tightness causing his teeth to grit. one hand steadied above your head as the other trailed down your neck before resting on your bare chest. fingertips dangerously close to the swelling of your tits. daring to stretch a little further to feel the plump flesh beneath them.

your body moved in rhythm to his. skin sticking to one another as his eyes dropped from yours for a split second. drinking up the sight of him getting lost in you before regaining composure. a glint in his pupils as he found your stare once more.

you had nowhere else to look. simply gazing up at him as he stroked that sweet spot inside of you. massaging it. perfect with every thrust as your body ached with pleasure. cursing with nothing but lust as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

jude's forehead was slick with a thin layer of sweat. his stomach tense as he struggled to maintain a pace that wasn't driven with the sole urge to cum. your body reacted to him in all the right ways. back arching as you tried to feel him deeper inside of you. your own thighs shaking around his hips. a silent sign that you were dangerously close to reaching cloud nine.

RUNNING THE TABLE.

what you thought would be as a boring, week-long stay at your parents’ house takes a turn when your brother’s best friend shows up. (wc: 17.6k)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. jb5 x reader.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff, smut – mdni! brother’s best friend trope, sneaking around, slowburn ish?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. cursing, drinking, mild spoilers for the great gatsby and the secret history! explicit nsfw content: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk + more

𝐀/𝐍. first reupload from 888bear! those pool table pics could not have come at a better time. happy reading! (or re-reading &lt;;3)

The last thing Jude wants after a long day of traveling is a swarm of fans in his hotel lobby.

After a particularly rough argument with his mother and a far too clingy air stewardess, the only thing that would ease his growing headache is time to himself.

“Just turn back round, I’ll find another place to stay,” Jude says to the driver in the van. He leans his temple against the tinted windows and watches as the man pulls out of the hotel entrance now packed with screaming teens and bright camera flashes.

As the crowd alongside the noise starts to shrink in the distance, Jude feels like he can breathe again. Out of sight, out of mind. With an exasperated huff, he leans harshly on the seat behind him, making his frustration a point. His fingers tightly grip the seats, eyelids closing as his head tips back to face the ceiling.

Air fills his lungs, peace at last — but he still needs a place to stay for the week. Jude’s eyes shoot open to face the black velvet interior of the Mercedes.

Jude reaches for his phone in his pocket, instinctively dialing a number he’s punched many times before.

“Hey, what’s up? D’you land yet?” The voice of his best friend, Marcus, rings in his right ear.

“Hey. Yeah, not too long ago.” Jude rubs his eyebrows with his free hand, trying not to remember how even more hectic the airport was compared to the hotel. “Slight issue, though. They found me.”

“Ahh, the fans?” Jude nods like Marcus can see him, kissing his teeth. “I don’t know what to tell you, mate. Whole city loves you.”

“If they really did they’d let me sleep in peace…” Jude trails off, his tone letting his best friend know he wasn’t fully serious.

A chuckle escapes from the other line. “Really? They’re at the hotel? Did you make it in one piece to your room?”

“My room? Nah, I can’t be arsed. I just told the driver to turn back round.” A heavier laugh escapes this time.

“So? Where to? Any other hotels in mind?” Marcus questions. Jude’s finger taps the leather surface of the car handle a few times as he looks out into the distance.

“Not… really a hotel, no. I was actually thinking if I could stay at yours for the week.”

When Jude thinks of Marcus’ house, he remembers the smell of sweaty football kits and freshly trimmed grass. He remembers the sound of boisterous laughter past midnight followed by the nagging of his best friend’s parents. It’s a house that holds memories for teenage Jude. Now, an adult, he can’t even remember what the living room looks like.

“If that’s fine with you, I mean, I don’t know if your parents are home or—”

“Of course it’s fine. And no, my parents are out of town for the week. It’s just my sister visiting, do you remember her?” A breath of relief escapes Jude knowing he has a place to sleep tonight, his mind too occupied that the last bit of Marcus’ sentence became barely audible to him.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, her.” After more small talk and a final thanks, Jude ends the call and slips his phone back into his pocket.

His best friend’s house is nothing in comparison to the glamor of the five-star hotel Jude had originally booked, but maybe it was karma for going against his mother’s wishes who, in her own words, felt it was too much even for someone like him. His mind continues to drift deep in thought as he sways with the car through the streets of his hometown.

It takes a few more minutes of thought-drifting for Jude to finally grasp the last of Marcus' words.

Do you remember her?

Jude tries to. He recalls a girl walking into the kitchen whilst he and his friends were sitting at the dinner table, quiet, and disappearing without him noticing. He remembers opening a door halfway as he’s occupied with his phone, only to be stopped by Marcus gripping his wrist.

The extent of his memory only reaches those cloudy recollections. Jude shakes his head, the presence of a third person in the house shouldn’t be all that of a nuisance.

The views in the window take Jude straight back down memory lane as it morphs from a metropolitan borough to streets he knows like the back of his hand. He leans forward to tap the driver on the shoulder, abstractly pointing to his right.

“Take a right here.”

“To Stourbridge, sir?” The driver glances at Jude, who had returned to lean on his seat.

“Yes.”

He’s home.

Nothing in your mind could come closer to a perfect summer vacation than a week-long getaway to Portofino, toasting champagne glasses on yachts and checking out hot Italian men by the docks. Unfortunately for you, your brother had successfully convinced you to come home to Birmingham instead, for the price of a couple hundred quid and a few favors to complete in the future.

It’s only been a few hours since you landed in your hometown from Spain where you’ve been studying for a semester. The chilling weather that greeted you the moment you stepped off the plane reminded you how happily you’ve been enjoying your time away from home— but the sight of your brother at the gate reminded you maybe just how much you needed it.

You’re deep into a book you’d found under your childhood bed when a series of rapid honks catches your attention. A quick check out the window reveals a black van with windows that are too dark to see who’s inside, a car that couldn’t have possibly belonged to anyone you knew.

Your brother, Marcus, was halfway down the hall when you left to check the commotion. There’s a smile present on his face, his pace eager with every step he takes closer to the stairs.

“Who’s that?” Marcus holds on to the stair railing to turn in your direction.

“A friend.”

“Who?”

“Jude, you remember him.” You don’t. Marcus is in disbelief as he realizes the look on your face shows precisely that.

“God, really? Jude, the loud one. He who used to come over with the rest of the boys. The one who moved to Germany, seriously?” Marcus proceeds to name the other five or so boys he used to hang out with, all of whom ring a bell— except for Jude.

Marcus clicks his tongue and starts walking down the stairs. “Whatever, you’ll have to get used to him.”

You move to lean against the railing, watching your brother from the top of the stairs as he reaches the front door. “Used? What do you mean used to him?”

Marcus looks up to meet your eyes. Your head was tilted in confusion, arms folded against your chest.

“He’s staying over for the week.” With a turn of the doorknob, Marcus is out of the house, but that doesn’t stop you from interrogating him further.

“What?! You said you were alone in the house.” Your brother doesn’t seem interested in your words as his footsteps get further away from the door. After a few unsuccessful calls of his name, you went back into your room with a roll of your eyes and an annoyed grunt.

Part of the reason you agreed to come home was Marcus’ insistence on how he’d “die of boredom alone” and “would get murdered by a serial killer if no one was in the house with him” (his own words) over the hour-long phone call you had. The presence of a third person in the house, and a stranger at that, means you’d sacrificed a glamorous Italian summer for nothing.

Soft footsteps echoed closer to your door before it loudly swung open, causing the book you’d continued reading to fall on your face.

“Can you knock?” you hissed.

“You wanna say hi to him? Jog your memory?” Marcus pays no mind to your sour grimace as you set the book down and pushed the loose hair from your face.

“No, I’ll be too busy to look at flights to Italy tonight,” you snap back. Marcus’ hands fall to his sides, hitting his thighs with an audible thud.

“Oh, come on! It’s just Jude!”

“To you he’s just Jude! He’s a stranger to me! If I’d known you weren’t actually alone for the week I would’ve never said yes to this. I could’ve been on a yacht by now!” As you spoke, you sat up straight until you sat on the edge of your bed, feet flat on the carpet.

Marcus raises his hand, eyes widened in offense. “Okay, first off— that’s rude. I can’t believe that you’d choose a yacht over your big brother.”

“I’d take the yacht any day,” you interrupt.

“And second,” Marcus speaks a little louder, preventing you from saying more, “I was alone when I called you last week. Jude called, like, 10 minutes ago. What was I supposed to say, no Jude, you can’t stay at my place, my sister hates you.” He lifts his hands in defense, theatrically moving them around to mock you. His face falls flat once the gimmick is over.

“Whatever,” you state, unamused. “I’ll go downstairs when I feel like it.”

You heard the slightest fine escape from Marcus’ mouth as he leaves your room. You left the book to your right untouched, instead opting to use your phone. You weren’t joking about those tickets.

The living room Jude remembers from his childhood memories looks nothing like the area he’s standing in now. It had been upgraded to a foyer, complete with a swirling staircase and a chandelier dangling off the ceiling.

“Looks exactly the same as it did, yeah?” Marcus playfully nudges Jude’s elbow, chuckling at his friend’s awed expression.

“When’d your parents get it renovated?” Jude looks over his shoulder to see Marcus locking the door, fumbling with the keys in his hand.

“Erm… not too long after you moved to Dortmund.” Marcus pulls the keys from the lock and pockets them, making his way over to Jude. “But nothing’s changed too much, so don’t worry.”

“I ordered food for dinner, it should be here any minute.” Marcus explains, hands on his hips. His eyes dart to the suitcase in Jude’s hand. “Oh, and you can put your stuff in the guest bedroom.”

It feels weird for Jude to stay in a room in this house that isn’t Marcus’ or in the living room with the rest of his mates, but times have changed, and he’s gotten older. The guest bedroom will have to do in the meantime.

Jude takes half a step to the stairs before turning back to Marcus. “Where is it again?”

“Just down the hall on the second floor. You’ll find it.”

When Jude finishes hauling his luggage to the top of the steps, he’s greeted with a singular hallway and five doors, all identical to each other. It seems like Marcus’ parents had no interest in signs when decorating the house, and their son doesn’t like going into specifics.

Jude tries the first door on the left side of the hall, knocking twice. There’s no response. He turns the knob— the door is locked. Four more doors to go.

He moves to the door across from it. Once again, he knocks twice and is met with no response. He turns the knob, and the first thing he sees is a woman’s bare back.

You’re halfway through pulling the sweater over your head, arms tangled and your face hidden under the fabric. The cotton shorts underneath cover just about as much skin as underwear would— or even less, as Jude can see your black panties peeking from behind.

Jude’s frozen. The spatial awareness from his footballing experience fails to show up as his brain tries to formulate a plan to leave as quietly as possible, albeit at the pace of a snail. He can only watch as you tossed the piece of clothing to the side, picking up a t-shirt.

The angle makes it impossible for Jude to see your exposed chest, but it does mean his face (thanks to his much taller frame) is now in the mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, and you hurry to cover your front with the shirt in your hand.

You turn around, shrieking as you back up into the mirror. Only the sound of your voice makes Jude whip his head in the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?!” You stress every word, anger coursing through your veins. “What the actual fuck?!”

“I-I’m sorry, I—”

“Do you men not know how to fucking knock?!” Your voice only grows louder with every word, watching as Jude finally slams the door shut.

“I’m so sorry. It’s just, I knocked and I, I didn’t hear anyone answer so I thought this room was empty,” Jude explains profusely from behind the door. He’s still there. For a second, you thought you had sent him running downstairs.

After ridding yourself of the pajamas from earlier and putting on a semi-decent outfit, you open the door to find him leaning against the wall across your door, head hung low in shame. He almost flinches at the sound.

This must be Jude.

“Well it’s not, is it? And you should’ve left the second you realized,” you said, sternly. Jude’s posture is that of a child being scolded by his mother, but you’re sure he’s older than you.

“Fucking perv,” you murmur. The phrase doesn’t make Jude feel any less guilty.

“I thought it was the guest bedroom. Your brother didn’t tell me which door it was.”

You pointed at the farthest door down the hall. “The last one, on the right.”

With a quick thank you under his breath, Jude pulls his suitcase closer to his body and walks as fast as his legs would allow him. Your eyes remain on him even as he opens the door with shaky hands, and lingers until he’s closed it.

Whoever this Jude was, if this was the person you’d be stuck with for the next week, you’d rather sleep at your neighbor’s.

“Alright!” Marcus exclaims, dragging out the word. You see him ruffle through a big plastic bag at the dining table, setting down both of your dinners.

You see him take out a third. Oh right, Jude’s dinner too. Jude.

The sound of his name in your head is enough to have your forehead creasing, grumpily plopping down on a chair as you pick at your food.

Marcus catches on to your pissed-off demeanor, tugging at your hair. You slap his hip in retaliation.

“Can you at least try to not act suicidal because Jude showed up?” he teases. You debate telling him about the incident earlier but decide otherwise. It would’ve been embarrassing on your end, too.

“I couldn’t care less about him.” Marcus lets a slight chuckle escape his throat.

“That is a shocker. You know most girls your age are on their knees for him? They’d probably kill to be in your spot right now.” Whatever your brother is referencing, you don’t catch on to it.

“Why? Is he famous or something?”

Marcus sits next to you, picking up a fork to eat. He looks at you with an expression that just reads, really? You can’t tell if he’s taking the piss.

“Jude!” Marcus beckons, arms raising to invite him over. Speak of the devil.

Jude doesn’t have his head hung low this time, giving you a clear view of his face. You can’t hide it— he’s gorgeous in every sense of the word. The white tank top he has on does not help with your growing attraction, showcasing his toned biceps, almost glowing underneath the soft lights. He briefly looks around the table before sitting across from you.

An elbow pulls you out of your trance. Marcus has a precautionary look on his face.

“Don’t glare at him,” he whispers.

You shake it off and go back to eating your dinner. You’re relieved he thought you were glaring at Jude when you were actually checking him out.

Dinner went on, the two men catching up with each other’s lives as you ate quietly. Jude is insanely attractive, you finally decide. It’s ridiculous— you wanted this man dead 20 minutes ago. But he has a twinkle in his eye and a charm in his smile that makes you forget every bad thought you’ve had of him.

Half an hour and three full stomachs later, you’re left alone in the kitchen to clean up. You wipe the glass surface of the dining table clean with a washcloth, getting every last spot. A light touch to the shoulder makes you jolt and turn around, leaning back with your palms flat on the table.

It’s Jude. For the second time that night, he’s shown up just as you were thinking about him. He sees your startled reaction and takes a small step back, akin to a human trying to protect themself from a wild animal.

Jude’s lips curl into the friendliest grin he could muster. “I don’t think I was able to get a proper introduction. I’m Jude, by the way.” His hand reaches out for a handshake, testing the waters. You accept, taking his hand into yours.

“Y/N. I’m Marcus’ sister.”

“I know.” Jude’s grin has grown into a visible smile. You’re not sure which is more distracting; his eyes, or the fact that his hand is much larger than yours.

“And I… want to say sorry for blowing up in your face earlier.” You retract your hand and continue wiping. “I was already in kind of a bad mood, Marcus mostly.”

Jude lets out a breathy laugh. It was a sight to see this humorous and relaxed side of the girl cussing him out not too long ago.

“Tell me about it. He’s been pissing me off since he came out the womb,” Jude teases. A louder, more unabashed laugh escapes you. He thinks you’re gorgeous when you’re smiling.

“So, Jude…” you trail off, trying to get used to his name on your tongue. “...what brings you to our house?” The youngster opts to lean against the wall rather than sit on the table you just cleaned. “Marcus told me the decision happened last minute.”

Jude scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I have this event I have to do here.”

“Event?” You remember Marcus’ hinting that Jude might’ve been famous and slowly come to the realization that it might’ve been the rare few times he wasn’t joking.

“Yeah. Just a pop-up store for Adidas, they want me to stay for a bit. Fans will come over for photos, sign some autographs.”

“Fans? What are you, famous or something?” Jude cocks his head, chewing on his bottom lip. You’ve decided to take your brother’s word for it, but want to see just how far alleged celebrity Jude’s ego went.

Jude blows raspberries and flashes you that same toothy grin that has your cheeks heating. “You could say the whole city loves me,” he echoes your brother’s words before you two share some laughter.

Once the table is clear of packaging and spotless (a result of overly scrubbing the surface from not wanting to end the conversation with Jude), you moved to sit on one edge of the living room couch, Jude trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He sits on the opposite edge, stretching all 6’3 of his body on the cushions as you brought your knees to your chest.

“But, why couldn’t you stay at your own house?” you question.

“Well, the whole family’s moved out now. Mum’s always lived with me in Germany, and my younger brother’s in Sunderland with my dad. We sold the house not too long ago,” Jude explains.

You bite at your pinky nails as he explains, a habit you’ve tried way too many times to get rid of. An absentminded activity to you— you don’t catch Jude shuffling in his seat as he watched your pretty pink lips enclose the tip of your fingers.

“Why a week, though? The event’s only for a day, no?” Jude blinks rapidly to clear his head.

“I miss home.” Jude shrugs. “I’ve been traveling nonstop since December. All the times I’ve been here since then, it’s with my family. Now I’m alone, and I was hoping to really let loose, you know?”

“To do what?”

“I don’t know, actually.” He looks abstractly beside him, running his hand up and down his biceps. You start to wonder if someone turned the heating up in the room.

You hear footsteps grow closer as Marcus steps into the living room. “Oh hey, looks like you finally decided to say hi,” he teases, referring to you. You roll your eyes in response as he stands between you and Jude behind the sofa.

Marcus turns to his best friend. “When’s the event, by the way?”

“Tomorrow, why?” Marcus groans under his breath.

“I have work. ‘Dunno if I can take you then, mate.” Just as the boys share a moment of silence to think of a solution, Marcus remembers you’re in the room. He glances at you fiddling with the hem of your shirt before turning to Jude.

“Y/N can take you!” Your head shoots up to look at your brother, eyebrows furrowed. You then turn to look at Jude with a much softer expression, mouth agape.

“What?” you protest. Marcus folds his arms, nodding in satisfaction.

“She can drive you there. Plus she could use the time out of her room for once,” Marcus snarks. You shove at his hip in retaliation. From the corner of your eye, you swear you can see Jude stifle a laugh watching you two bicker.

Marcus leaves to go back to his room not long after, leaving you and Jude alone again. “You can’t drive?” you ask, tone heavy with disbelief. Jude can only purse his lips before morphing them into a childlike smile.

“You’re older than me!”

“And I’m much busier than you. I just haven’t had the time…” he says trailing off, guilty, like he’s formulating an excuse in his head as he goes. You bite the inside of your cheek, shaking your head.

When the sky turned pitch-black, you two decided to call it a night. You both have places to be tomorrow morning, anyway. Your conversation only continues as you walk up the stairs, joined by the hip, only stopping once you were in front of your door.

“Good night, Jude.” Your voice comes out mellow as you speak, music to his ears.

“Good night,” he replies, watching as you disappeared behind your door. He stays frozen in place for a few moments, only moving when he hears another door open down the hall— Marcus’ door.

His best friend doesn’t fully leave his room, his hand still lingering on the doorknob. The dim light from within Marcus’ room provided the only source of light in the dark hallway.

“Was that my sister?” he asks. Jude gulps, acting as nonchalant as possible.

“Uh… yeah. She just went to bed.” A factual statement, but hiding so much underneath.

“What are you doing in front of her door?”

Jude hopes Marcus can’t see how scared he is from where he’s standing. “Was just talking.”

“Huh.” Marcus pauses briefly before speaking again. “It better just be talking,” he ejects before closing the door shut.

Jude lies on his bed in his— or his friend’s, he should say— room, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Whenever he closes his eyes, he sees the bare silhouette of the girl sleeping three doors down from him.

“You know, usually it’s guys who drive girls around.” You’re leaning against the hood of your car, watching as Jude walks out your front door. He’s locking the door with one hand while juggling a water bottle, his phone, his wallet, and his headphones in the other. There’s a smirk evident on his face as he walks over to you.

“Good morning to you, too,” Jude teases. He clambers into the front seat and you follow suit, buckling in the driver’s seat next to him.

You were up and ready by 7 am to take Jude to the pop-up store. Marcus was already out of the house by then, leaving you and Jude alone.

Speaking truthfully, last night really changed your perspective of him. Who you thought was some perverted douchebag quickly turned into a charming, irresistible gentleman. You also couldn’t resist doing a little digging before you slept; you learned he was a footballer and for Real Madrid at that. Football never piqued your interest, but even you knew that people from around here playing for them is far from a common occurrence.

The more you went looking, the more a part of you felt the need to suppress your desires for him. Not including the 10+ million followers on his Instagram, it seemed like everyone in the world collectively agreed that Jude Bellingham is a player. It didn’t take long for you to find a clip of his former teammate, Giovanni Reyna, proclaiming on camera that he wouldn’t let Jude near his sister. The comments were flooded with thousands of people cracking jokes at his playboy demeanor.

To top it all off— you were the younger sister of his best friend. Could he even see you the way you saw him? If Marcus found out that you as much found Jude attractive, he would shut you down instantly.

But Marcus isn’t with you two today. He’s on the other side of town.

You arrive at the shopping mall where the pop-up store was situated, parking in the basement. Jude was told he had to enter through the back entry as his whole appearance was a surprise.

“Thanks a lot for the ride,” Jude says as he unbuckled his seatbelt. You flashed him a small smile, doing the same.

“Oh! Yeah, by the way…” Jude turns to look at you, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you look at him inquisitively. “Do I just, wait for you? Or do-”

“You can come with me,” Jude interrupts. He jumps out of the car and starts walking— and this time it’s you who’s trailing behind like a lost puppy.

“Oh, okay, cool,” you mutter. Jude’s looking around the area, almost like he’s searching for someone.

“Of course. If anything happens to you, Marcus will never forgive me.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his words, Jude watching in amusement as he chews on his gum. “I’m an adult, I can take care of myself thank you very much,” you state.

Jude lets out a fake haha before his hands ruffle through your hair to make a mess of it—best friend’s little sister.

You two keep walking until a suited man approaches Jude, shaking his hand, then yours. He introduces himself as a representative from Adidas who’s in charge of the pop-up event. The man, who you soon learn is named Henry, leads you and Jude down a series of hallways and stairwells to avoid the main area packed with people.

“The store’s almost full already,” Henry informs as you trail behind the two men, who are walking much faster than you. “They can’t wait to meet you.

As Henry keeps talking, you learn more about this pop-up store in question. It’s a one-day exhibit that turned the Adidas store in the mall into ‘store twenty-two’, selling exclusively Jude’s new Real Madrid home kits and his signature cleats. Henry explains how Jude will get a chance to surprise unsuspecting fans and give out autographs to buyers.

Eventually, all three of you end up in an empty room. You could hear the sound of chattering and camera flashes on the other side— you’re next door to where all the commotion is.

“We’re in the employees-only room right now,” Henry says. “The door leads to the photo booth area of the event. Jude, when I give you the call, you’ll go out there and surprise everyone.”

Henry was now talking to his walkie-talkie almost nonstop in the corner of the room. You opt to sit down in a vacant seat, scrolling through your phone to no luck— there was barely any service in the area. Just as you put it back in your purse, Jude took the seat next to you.

You watch as he stares blankly at his feet, silent. “How’re you feeling?”

Jude’s eyes meet yours, laced with a tinge of worry. “Just normal,” he replies impassively. You’ve forgotten that he’s probably used to this by now— hundreds or even tens of thousands of fans anticipating his presence.

You turn to the door where Jude’s supposed to walk out, hearing where the crowd only gets louder. It’s not an easy life to get used to.

“Jude! 3 minutes until go time,” Henry calls from the other side of the room, hand already gripping the door handle. Jude’s patting down his clothes, trying to put on the best appearance.

“Hey, Jude.” You tap his shoulder, earning his attention. His head leans closer to the point where you can feel his breath fanning dangerously close to your face. You take your hand in his, interlocking the fingers, and Jude subconsciously forgets how to breathe as you do.

You lightly squeeze on the flesh, bringing the back of his palm to rest on your cheek. “Good luck.”

It’s only once you let go that Jude feels the air entering his lungs.

“...and he signed autographs for like two hours. Then he had to do some media for Adidas and that was it, really.”

You’re back in your bed after the pop-up event, retelling the story to Marcus on the phone. He’s still held up at work but will be back soon, in his own words.

“Wow. Seemed like a busy day.”

“Nah, I was just chilling.”

“For Jude, I meant.”

When Jude was finished surprising the lucky few fans in the photo booth before the news spread, you were able to weasel your way out of the cramped room and sneak off to the side. The store was probably nearing its capacity, and there were still more people outside.

As Jude carried on with his duties, you took the time to aimlessly stroll through the small makeshift Jude-centric store. A pamphlet catches your eye, tucked away behind the vibrant white and gold of the Real Madrid home kits.

From Birmingham to the Bernabéu, it read. Your eyes glazed quickly over the text, moving to put it back.

A sudden burst of camera flashes goes off on the opposite side of the room, earning your attention. Jude is gently stroking the crown of a small child, his head buried in his arms as he’s crying. You can see Jude lean in, whispering soft encouragement in the fan’s ear, fingertips dancing through his hair like he’ll break if he dares go any less gently. Jude lets go of the child, beaming as he squeezes in a personal handwritten message on the jersey.

“There was a kid who was crying when he went to get his kit signed.”

Marcus’ laughter fills your ears. “That must’ve gone well.”

“No, he’s…” You fiddle with the pendant dangling off your neck. “...he’s really good with kids.”

After you end the call with Marcus, you spend your evening going through your collection of books. A part of you feels disappointed you never kept up with your avid reading habits once you moved out for uni, and hope this will serve as a reminder to do. You make a mental note to yourself to pack some books for the trip back.

You’re halfway through a chapter in The Secret History, a book you last read far too long ago to forget the storyline, when the dinner bell downstairs rings. Some food would be great after a long day, but your brain tells you it needs to find out how the group kills Bunny. As a result, you drag your feet, taking long, drawn-out steps out of your room as your eyes are glued to the novel.

The dinner bell rings again, briefly invigorating your movements. Bunny shows up unexpectedly. You take your first step down the stairs. Henry takes one for the team. Your feet move faster, the adrenaline unable to be stored solely in your heart. Bunny laughs at Henry’s advances, blissfully unaware of the true nature of their meeting. You’re halfway down the stairwell when you stop walking completely, your heart beating out of your chest.

Bunny asks Henry what they’re doing. The adrenaline is back, and you’re jogging this time around. You make it to the ground floor and into the kitchen. Henry takes a step forward. And the first part of the story ends.

An intense gasp leaves your throat, eyes still on the page.

“What?” a voice calls. It’s not the one you were expecting.

You lift your eyes to find Jude by the dining table, shocked at the noise. Slamming the book shut, you stumble over your own words at the sight.

“Jude! Oh, I thought you were Marcus,” you explain, adding a polite chuckle for good measure. The aroma of something grilled hits your nose before your eyes register the meal in front of you— roasted salmon and the creamiest mash you’ve seen in your life.

“Whoa…” you murmur, taking a seat. Jude pushes a plate closer to you, and it only looks more delicious up close. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

Jude scoffs and picks up his utensils to slice into the fish. “It’s nothing fancy. And I really hope you don’t mind me using some of the things in your fridge to make this.”

Your fork slides like a knife through hot butter as you pick up a morsel of salmon to eat. The taste has you moaning, already going in for a second bite. “Oh my god, not at all,” you praise. Jude looks away for a moment, feeling his face get hot.

“You didn’t have to do any of this, you know,” you say in between bites of the mash.

“Think of it as a thank you, for earlier.” Your head tilts in confusion.

“For the ride, and for dealing with all…” Jude’s hands abstractly move in circles in front of him. “...of that, for four hours.”

You flash him a small smile. “All I did was drive.”

“And all I did was cook,” he’s quick to respond. Fair play.

You shove the fork into your mouth, relishing the way the salmon almost melts on your tongue. “God, Jude. You’re so good at this,” you sigh.

It takes a lot for Jude not to choke on his water.

God, Jude. You’re so good at this. The words echo in his head as he looks over to you, focused on finishing your plate, unclear of the effects it has on him. He looks at the way your eyelids flutter shut as you bite, the way your tongue swipes across your pillow lips to catch any remaining seasoning.

You’re so beautiful. You’d be so easy to ruin. Jude squeezes his eyes shut in hopes of the thoughts dissipating.

Jude’s presence beside you doesn’t go unnoticed. Your eyes are glued to his biceps as they flex when he goes to lift his fork. When he reaches over to grab a napkin, his chest is so close to your face that you can smell the remnants of his cologne. His knee occasionally grazes your thigh, and you don’t dare move away when it does.

“Can I ask you something?” Jude asks. Both your plates are cleared and he’s doing his part in washing the mess he left behind while cooking. You decide to stay with him in the kitchen, feeling uneasy if you’d left so early.

“Go for it,” you reply. There’s a pause before Jude answers. He just needs an excuse to keep hearing your voice.

“Why’d you gasp like that earlier?” He hears you giggling through the sound of running water and scrubbing porcelain. Even better.

“I was just… reading this book. It’s called The Secret History.”

“What’s it about?” he questions. Just from the tone of your voice earlier, he can tell he’s hooked you into a topic that could leave you talking for hours.

“A group of friends at a university with a very dark secret.” You move to stand next to Jude by the sink, back against the counter so you’re essentially facing each other.

“And what made you gasp?” Jude can keep going for as long as you want.

“So, there’s two parts in the book. Part one and part two. And, well, I don’t want to spoil anything for you, but something really crazy happens, and then the author ends the first part. Super abruptly, almost like a cliffhanger.” Jude nods, the corner of his mouth lifting in acknowledgment.

“You can just tell me what happens, you know,” Jude explains.

“Well, what if you want to read the book?”

“I’m not a huge reader.” You gasp for the second time that night.

“Unacceptable.” You begin listing off your favorite classics, only to be met with Jude frowning and shaking his head, revealing he hasn’t read a single one. Folding your arms against your chest, you tut as Jude turns the sink off. You don’t miss the muscles on his arms as he leans forward on the edge.

“Told you, I’m not a big reader.” Jude shrugs. “I don’t really know what to read, I guess.”

“There’s a local bookstore not too far from here where I used to get all my books from. You should go sometime.”

“Or…” Jude turns around, mimicking your pose with his arms folded. “...you can take me and show me around?”

You look up at him, a glint of excitement in your eyes. “Tomorrow?”

“Sure. You’re the book expert anyway.” Your face lights up and Jude melts in your warmth.

“Okay!” you cheer. You can’t wait for tomorrow.

All of a sudden, the door swings open, bouncing against the wall. Marcus brings dinner— and your conversation with Jude to a halt.

***

After lunch the next day, Jude is by the mirror in your doorway, adjusting his shirt collar. You thank whoever Marcus’ higher-ups are for the number of meetings they’ve decided to involve your brother in.

“Ready to go?” You stand up from the couch, gripping your bag. Jude nods and you’re out the door.

It’s an unusually bright day in Birmingham, and with the bookstore being close by, you two decided to walk there. It seems like almost everything is going in your favor as the streets have also cleared up, allowing you two to candidly converse and joke around.

Jude points out a familiar corner shop or park bench every couple of meters, remembering the days of his youth. You do the same, finding comfort in the similarities between both your memories.

“Can I ask you something?” It’s the second time Jude’s asked that this week.

“Of course.”

“Before I left to see the fans, you squeezed my hand when you said good luck.” Jude’s chest feels warm as he recalls the incident. “Why’d you do that?”

You’re nodding as you walk along, realizing how brash and impulsive your actions were that day. “It’s a thing me and Marcus have. He did it to me first before a play I was in when I was eight. I was so nervous I couldn’t bring myself to go out on the stage. Now it’s just become a subconscious thing between us…” Your hand finds Jude’s, interlacing the fingers and holding it up so he can see. “...as a way to show support.”

Jude nods. His hand doesn’t let go of yours for the rest of the walk.

“Here it is!” you half-whispered as you push the bookstore’s door open with your shoulder. Jude takes a look around the room. It’s cozy, filled with warm yellow lighting and the sound of light jazz echoes through the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. He’s never been in here, but it feels familiar. It feels like home.

Your hand finally lets go of Jude to give him the time to explore. The selection of books ranges from classic Russian literature to modern-day poetry books you’ve seen on your Instagram Explore page. Your fingertip glides across the spines of several books, reading the titles to see if any piqued your interest— and find a pick for Jude.

“So, what are you into Jude?” He trails behind you as you walk down an aisle. “You a classics guy? Into the poets, romance, maybe fantasy or sci-fi?”

Jude takes a moment to think. “Maybe you can give me something you’ve read before. I’m open to anything,” he suggests. He catches you nodding from behind.

“How about…” You take a step back and reach for a shelf above you, failing to take the book you want in your hands. Jude sees you struggling and is quick to stand behind you, pointing to one with ease. His chest is pressed into your back and his arms are trapping you between the shelf. You feel the material of his pants graze the back of your exposed thighs, this time thanking the weather for allowing you to wear a skirt.

“This one?” Jude’s voice is deep, low in your ear as his hand grazes yours on the way up. Goosebumps arise on your skin from the contact.

“No…” Your fingers wrap around his wrist to guide him to the book beside it. Turning to look up at him, Jude leans down to meet your gaze. “This one.”

Jude can’t get enough of how you look and sound beneath him.

He takes the book in his hands and steps to the side, releasing you from his embrace. You wish he would’ve stayed for longer.

“The Great Gatsby,” Jude reads, examining the book in his hands. “Like the movie.”

“No, like the book. The movie is adapted from it,” you correct, moving to the other side of the aisle— partly to look for more books, partly to regain composure.

“But I’ve already watched the movie, why do I need to read the book too?” he asks from behind the shelf.

“You asked for my pick, and I’m giving you one. Besides, there’s always a difference between books and movies.” The needed time away from Jude is cut short when he meets you on the other side of the shelf.

You pick up Kafka from one side of the aisle and Ocean Vuong from the other. “And it’s a really short read, so it’s perfect if you’re new to classics.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” There’s that smile again.

You need some fresh air. “D’you want ice cream?”

The day ends with two cones of it.

Beacons of golden light decorate the streets, warming up the air and painting the sky a beautiful gradation of purple and orange. You’re transfixed at the sight as you slowly savor the taste of your cookies and cream cone.

Jude is halfway finished with his, terrified of the heat melting the sweet dessert onto the paper bag he’s carrying. He volunteered to carry the bag containing the books, especially after you paid for them all on your own.

With every lick of his green tea ice cream, Jude feels guilty as he tastes the sugar on his tongue. He’s supposed to be watching his diet. Preseason starts soon— Real Madrid’s coaching staff had already shipped him his training gear to his new address.

But when you offered him the first time in the bookstore, he knew he didn’t have the nerve to turn you down.

“The ice cream here is everything,” you gush, bringing the cone closer to your lips to lick the melt.

Jude might just drop everything in his hands now. “Genuinely.”

“Is there…” you turn your head to look in every direction, causing your hair to fly everywhere with the added evening breeze. “...anywhere else you want to go?”

You take another bite of the ice cream, licking your lips a second, third, fourth time. Jude looks down at his feet, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I think we should head back. Need to read The Great Gatsby,” he utters. You hum in agreement, and Jude can finally lift his head again.

“It shouldn’t take long. I can’t wait to hear what you think of it.”

“Well, if I’m done, can I borrow that Secret History book you were reading?”

“Of course. I’ll give it to you tonight,” you reply, watching how his eyes gleam when the sun hits it. It’s impossible to look away. Your phone vibrates in your skirt pocket, probably from Marcus or your friends, but you deliberately ignore it.

A trail of soft cream dribbles down your wrist, pulling you out of your trance. You lick down the inside of your wrist to catch it with your tongue, not wanting it to stain your shirt.

“Let’s go,” you call to Jude so you can start the journey back home. You could’ve sworn his eyes were dark when you turned to look the second time.

It takes Jude four hours to finish The Great Gatsby.

He closes the book and runs his thumb over the embossed cover before setting it on his nightstand. It was a quick read after all— he started the second he got home and didn’t move an inch before he was done.

Jude checks the alarm clock plugged into the wall; 9.15 pm. He’s hungry, a result of skipping his usual dinner time just as Tom confronts Gatsby about his affair with Daisy at the Plaza Hotel.

Looking at the book set atop the nightstand, he remembers your conversation earlier. Once Jude was finished with The Great Gatsby, he could borrow The Secret History. It’s exactly what Jude needs; any excuse to see you.

Jude leaves the room and stops at your door, knocking twice. No response. He knocks a third and fourth time, progressively getting louder and adding in a few calls of your name to make his presence heard.

There’s still no response. Jude’s fingers skim over the doorknob. In the words of Taylor Swift, he thinks he’s seen this film before— and he’s not really sure how to feel about the ending.

Jude takes a deep breath, twists the metal and slowly enters your room. His eyes stay glued to the floor to prevent them from wandering, taking light steps like he’s walking across a decrepit bridge over a cliff.

“Y/N?” He calls. No response for the third time that night. Jude takes it as the green light to look around your room and finds it empty. His eyes scour the perimeter for any sign of life until the sound of a microwave beeping from downstairs catches his attention.

When Jude enters the living room, he’s greeted by a figure hunched over the coffee table, eating silently out of a plastic container. Something in you tells you to turn around, almost sensing Jude as he steps closer.

“Jude,” you murmur, mouth full of food. “Did you need anything?”

“Dinner,” he responds. His sight locks onto the container you’re eating out of, and you take the hint, turning to look at it, too.

“Oh, these are just leftovers from when Marcus bought food the other day. You can have some, I’m not finishing it anyway.” Jude sits on the cushion perpendicular to the couch, not daring to sit beside you.

Your fingers nudge the Tupperware closer to him along with the fork. Jude takes a bite out of the pasta presented to him, realizing upon the first bite just how hungry he truly is. He goes in for a second almost immediately.

You pull the zip-up jacket closer to your body, seeking warmth in the otherwise cold living room. There’s silence between you two, a comfortable one.

Jude is the first to break it. “I finished the book,” he says in between bites. Your eyes widen in amusement, nodding slowly.

“Really?” He nods. “Did you like it?”

“Honestly, yeah. I was hooked from the start.” A small smile creeps up on your face.

“Glad to hear that. I’ll give you The Secret History later when you’re done eating.” Jude lets out an acknowledging hum, focused on finishing his dinner for the day.

You reach for the glass of wine on the coffee table that you’d poured for yourself earlier, swirling it around and taking a sip. Jude watches as you do, feeling the heat build in his taste buds.

“Can I have some?” You’re halfway through your second sip when he asks. The expression on his face and the way he hisses lets you know the pasta’s too spicy for his taste. It’s an opportunity to keep him on his toes.

“No,” you say, tantalizing. Jude’s jaw drops lightly, panting to cool down.

“Oh, come on, please,” he begs, extending his right arm to ask you again. You deny him a second time.

“Y/N! It’s not funny, what kind of fucking pasta did Marcus buy?” You laugh at his frustration, hugging your knees and bringing the rim closer to your lips. You sipped loudly, slurping to annoy Jude about his lack of refreshment.

“Little shit—” Jude leans forward in your direction to forcibly grab the drink, bursting into a fit of laughter when you prevent him from doing so, backing into the throw pillows.

“No! Stop! Get your own!” you manage to choke out in between giggles, already clutching your abdomen from the excessive laughter. Jude leaps onto the couch, arms snaking closer to yours in every direction.

“Just one sip!” Your shared laughter only gets increasingly raucous, covering the glass with your palm as a final act of defense. Jude crawls above you, forehead pressing into yours. If it wasn’t for the humorous nature of your actions, you would’ve noticed his drop-dead features centimeters away from your face.

With one rough nudge of the knee, you jolt forward, splashing the dark red liquid onto your jacket. You gasp at the sight, lifting your palm from the glass to examine the damage. Jude takes this opportunity to swipe the glass away from you.

“My fucking god, this’ll stain for weeks,” you groan, running your fingers over the damp spot. Luckily, your zip-up was a navy blue shade, slightly masking the mess.

Jude giggles, proud of his steal. He takes his first sip of the wine, although the spice had died moments ago. His breath hitches when you slowly unzip the jacket, tossing the tarnished clothing to the side, all while your eyes remain on his.

The realization that he’s on top of you hits him like a truck, and Jude takes a strong gulp of the liquid. You’re just staring at him from below, chest heaving to collect your breath. The white bralette you were wearing underneath leaves little to the imagination, your chest poking through the thin fabric due to the cold. Jude swears he can drop the glass right then and there.

Jude bends lower and to the side, gently placing the wine glass on the coffee table. He’s frozen in place when he feels the pad of your thumb graze his bottom lip, and he turns to face you.

“Wine,” you whisper, not needing to speak any louder due to your proximity. Jude’s heart races in his ribcage, and he thinks it might explode when you suckle on your thumb to catch the last drop of Merlot.

Heavy panting. Lips breathing and eyes boring into each other. It’s all Jude can process as his eyes dart to examine your every feature, every inch of your face as you look on lovingly, the glow of a million stars in your eyes.

Your palm cups his cheek, gently pulling Jude in closer until your noses brush. You’re panting, heart beating fast and hot anticipating something, anything.

“Jude,” you say. It comes out more as a plead than a call.

Jude wants to run at you with all he’s got. He searches deep and hard in his brain for the final push to reach the finish line.

But when he speaks, nothing of the sort comes out. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

The stars in your eyes die one by one, Jude observes as he leans farther away from you. “Then we should go back to our rooms.”

Jude’s quick to remove himself from you, adjusting his shirt and wiping his hands on his sweats— like wiping evidence off a crime scene, like he’s guilty. His brain is flashing back and forth between images of you and Marcus sleeping upstairs.

Jude turns around and is ready to make a run for it, until your voice rings in his ears, effectively gluing his feet to the carpet. “Wait, Jude,” you call.

Jude looks over his shoulder, unwilling to make eye contact. You’re handing him your copy of The Secret History.

“I’m sorry I’ve been held up at work a lot,” Marcus says as he swings his arm forward, knocking the cue ball with the stick. It rolls and ricochets off the pool table’s walls, and Marcus stands up straight to walk around. “It’s just, this new manager came in and he’s such a prick, honestly.”

Jude chuckles and gets ready for his turn. Not that he’s ever or will ever know what it’s like to work a 9 to 5, but he understands the sentiment of snobby higher-ups pushing him to work past the healthy limit. He calculates his next move, analyzing which ball to hit to get his remaining few striped ones in.

After Marcus was (finally) able to ensure one day where he has no obligation to come to work, the first thing he did was spend it with Jude. The two remained in the house mostly, playing rounds of FIFA 22 and watching some of Quentin Tarantino’s best works upon Jude’s recommendation. They made the most of the small backyard, challenging each other to increasingly bizarre trick shots before they had to run back inside due to a group of primary schoolers spotting Jude.

To end the day, they’re playing pool in the basement— a room that Marcus had turned into a man cave back in his school days, furnished with a couch, a cooler, a TV, several beanbags, and a drawer full of snacks.

The pool table was his father’s doing. As kids, the equipment went ignored, collecting dust and being used as a place to throw backpacks on. The boys have grown up now, and appreciate the finer activity.

“What have you been doing while I’m gone?” he asks. Jude places his cue stick on the table, targetting an easy shot to knock his 11 ball into the corner hole. Does he tell Marcus that he’s been spending every day since with his sister?

“Other than the Adidas thing, not much.” He doesn’t.

Whack. Jude strikes with shaky hands and the ball rolls in just as it was about to lose momentum. Marcus whistles proudly opposite him.

“Really? One of my coworkers who lives near here says he saw you out once,” Marcus says. Jude freezes— the only time he’s been out was with you, hand in hand.

“Oh, yeah. Just walking around town,” Jude clarifies, attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible. He conveniently leaves out an important detail from that day and hopes Marcus’ mystery worker paid no mind to the girl he was with.

Jude wants the conversation to end now. “Yeah? What else did you—”

The basement door slams open, followed by a barrage of footsteps. “Marcus, someone’s asking for you on the phone.” Jude’s head whips to the sound of your voice. His wishes were answered, yes, but in the worst way possible.

Your eyes look at the pool table, at your feet, anywhere but at Jude. He’s doing the opposite, blatantly staring at you with a look on his face that screams, we have unfinished business.

Ever since your incident on the couch, you’ve been doing everything in your power to avoid facing Jude. The fact that he and Marcus decided to spend the whole day indoors didn’t help your case, resulting in you locking yourself in your room.

You tossed and turned in bed that night, smothering your face in your pillows to forget how he looked hovering over you, how his lips felt on your thumb, how his voice sounds right next to your ear. Turns out, it’s quite difficult to do that when the man in question is sleeping down the hall, across your brother’s room.

Marcus groans in disappointment, setting the cue stick down and debating whether he should go or not. He goes with the former.

As he approaches you on the steps, he nudges you and says loud enough so Jude can hear as well, “Continue my game with Jude for me.”

You’re left in awe, jaw slightly agape at his request. The slamming of the door leaves you and Jude in a room, all to yourselves, for the first time since the incident.

Both you and the youngster stood unmoving in your places, unwilling to take a step any closer. Your hand still lingers on the stair railing, halfway up the first step. You barely comply with most of Marcus’ usual demands anyway, why do you have to listen to now?

Your foot is planted firmly on the step, propelling your body up just as Jude utters his first words after a solid three minutes of silence. “You play pool?” His voice chains you to the ground. You can’t leave now that he’s spoken.

“I’ve only seen people play,” you reply gently, retracting your feet. Just the sight of him with his head titled down, almost glaring at you has your legs intuitively walking closer to the pool table, almost gliding in the air.

“You want to have a go?” Jude picks up Marcus’ cue stick and reaches out to hand it to you. You accept, not missing the way his thumb brushes over your knuckles as you do.

You know the general rules of pool, a feat you can thank GamePigeon and hundreds of 8Ball wins for, but have never played let alone held a cue stick in your hands in person. Bending over the table, you place one leg behind the other, sticking out your knee and aiming for Marcus’ 6 ball.

Jude can only look on as you push your hips behind you, arching your back to get a clearer view of your target. He gulps at the sight, shifting uncomfortably in his jeans.

You take a deep breath, mimicking what you’ve seen time and time again with people in movies or Marcus and your father. You swing— and the cue ball slides in the opposite direction. Kissing your teeth, you lift your head but remain leaning over the table.

“Okay maybe watching other people play wasn’t enough,” you joke, lightening the atmosphere. Jude chuckles in response, pretending that he didn’t just spend the last few minutes staring at your ass.

Your hand beckons to the table, stepping back to make way for Jude. “Your turn.” Jude steps up, smiling politely. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about the right form.”

“I mean it’s just…” Jude demonstrates, getting ready to target a shot before the 8 ball. “I guess an important thing is you’re leaning into the stick, not, like parallel from it,” he explains. Now it’s your turn to pretend like you have any interest in pool that doesn’t involve staring at Jude’s biceps while he plays.

“And when you’re striking the ball, do it kinda slowly, like your arms sort of moving through water. A long stroke.” Jude does as he says, and gets the last ball in smoothly. You nod along, acting like you register even a word of his explanation.

Jude stands up straight. “Your turn again.”

You mumble a soft okay and move around the table to designate your next target. You find one, conveniently right next to where Jude is standing. He has to move backwards to give you space to get into the proper stance.

Following his advice, you place your cue stick on the pool table and bend over, slowly, to get a view of the ball. Jude is transfixed, regretting his decision to stand behind you now as he can see the curve of your ass peaking through your skirt. God, your skirt, it’s the same one from your bookstore date with him, and it’s driving Jude to the point of insanity.

“Like this?” you ask, innocently. Jude takes half a step forward, toying with his own fingers.

“Uh, just, a bit more to the right,” Jude instructs. He hovers over you, one hand gripping your waist and the other on your hand planted on the table. The feeling of his skin on yours sets your body ablaze.

“Oh, okay.” You shift your weight on one of your legs, sticking out your hips. Your skirt rides up with every movement, almost taunting Jude. He feels the bulge in his pants grow more prominent with each moving second.

You strike the cue ball with one long stroke, getting it in the nearby hole. Jude’s advice worked.

“How’d I do?” you ask, looking over your shoulder and up to Jude for a response. He drinks in your sight— bent over below him as his (much bigger) hand engulfs your wrist. The dim glow from the overhead lighting obscures Jude’s vision, but if there’s anything he’s certain of, it’s that you’re mesmerizing. Your demure, doe eyes staring up at him and inviting him in closer, to do the most sinful things imaginable.

You lift your head to stand up straight, in doing so unintentionally pushing your ass into Jude. You attempt to pull away as quickly as possible, cheeks heating as you felt how hard he had gotten through his pants— but his hand on your waist locks you in place, grinding just the slightest bit forward.

Your hands are shaking from the weight, so you prop yourself up on your palms, only pushing back on him even more. Your head drops, unable to process any thoughts other than how good he feels pressed onto you.

There’s no hiding now. Jude wants, needs you, as you do him.

“Jude,” you gasp, feeling the air knocked clean from your lungs when he repeats his motions a second time.

Jude shushes you. “Quiet,” he grunts, both of his hands now clutching your waist firmly, boldly pulling you back on him. You had built up walls, holding back from the moment you first saw him, and now you’re whimpering, on the verge of begging.

Jude’s palm smooths over the curve of your ass, feeling the flesh below his skin, and squeezes. His hand travels lower, down to the hem where he flips your skirt over to expose more skin. You’re wearing pretty lace panties underneath, and he can see the damp spot where he’s pressed against you. Jude curses at the sight, pulling you back against the shape of his cock, punching a whine from your throat.

Your hips roll back on their own, meeting the rocking of Jude’s hips, making a mess on his pants from how wet you’ve gotten. You chase the drag of your clit against him, but it’s not enough.

“Please,” you plead. “I need you, Jude.” Jude thinks he’s never heard anything more beautiful than the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

You take matters into your own hands, taking his hand in yours, moving it from your hips to between your thighs. You look back at him, eyes laced with want and lust, shifting from grinding his hard-on to rocking against his fingers.

Jude finds the band of your underwear, gently pulling it down and watching it snap against your ass until it reaches your thighs. The cold air of the basement hits your exposed core, earning a hitched breath from you. Jude watches your slick glisten in the dim lighting, groaning lowly as his fingers separate your folds.

“Fucking hell,” he curses, feeling the wetness gather on his fingertips. Jude’s other hand is rough where he gropes, alternating between feeling your bare ass under his touch and bunching the material of your skirt above your waist.

“Been so good for you, Jude,” you whine, circling your waist on his hands, inviting him for more. He obliges, slipping a digit inside you, focusing on the way your jaw falls slack once he does.

Jude pulls out after a few pumps, leaving you breathless and confused. As you look at him for any idea of what he’s doing, he roughly pushes you down onto the table on your elbows. You’re just about to stand back up when he sinks two fingers in your sopping core, pinning you down to the furniture.

You feel the stretch first, followed by waves of euphoria centered between your thighs. Jude twists his fingers inside you, curling them upwards, and your elbows topple under your weight, pressing your chest flat on the table.

He starts slow and steady, finding his own pace as he savors the feeling of your warm walls sucking his fingers in. Moans began to spill from your lips at a sporadic rate, a symphony Jude hopes he’ll never stop hearing.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Jude curses. You can only whine in response, warm and dizzy on the feeling of Jude inside you.

Jude angles his fingers higher, reaching that spongy spot that has you holding on to the table for dear life. He starts scissoring you at a relentless pace as you beg and whimper beneath him, getting louder with every thrust.

After a particularly loud moan bordering on a scream, Jude is quick to pull you up to him. His hands wrap around your throat, snaking around your chest so your back is flat against his chest. “I said be quiet,” he warns, and you gulp.

“What if your brother hears?” Jude asks, almost taunts, and he swears he feels you get wetter. You throw your head back on his shoulder, eyes shutting in pleasure.

You can practically sense Jude smirking. “Bet you’d like that, huh?” he groans deep and low. “His own best friend, knuckles-deep in his sister.”

Your lip is caught in your bottom teeth, attempting to suppress your voice when you open your eyes again. Jude’s eyes are watching your every move, the way your face contorts when he pumps a little harder into you, and the way your eyebrows crease along with it. His pace never wavers once, a testament to his stamina.

Your jaw falls slack after a while, and Jude takes this as an opportunity to slip his fingers into your mouth. Just the other day he’d been fantasizing over the way your tongue feels around them, and now he gets to experience it firsthand.

You whine and moan around his fingers, bobbing your head back and forth as your tongue swirls around his digits. Jude can’t help himself from groaning at the sight of two of your holes being filled by his fingers. Your eyes are hooded, half-open but you keep your eyes on him the whole time.

“God, just like that,” his praise is mellow and smooth close to your ears, and it only eggs you on further. Jude slips a third finger into your cunt, and you break. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight. Wish it was my cock instead.”

He releases his fingers from your mouth and swiftly returns them to your throat. “Fuck, ah, right there, please.” You can’t think straight, a writhing mess solely from the work of his hands.

“Shit, like that?” he coos, and he finds the spot that has your back arching into him.

“Yes!” you whine, feeling lightheaded. Jude only goes harder, smirk doubling as your thighs start to shake around him. His palm rubs over your clit each time he fucks into you, sending slick gushing down the inside of your thighs and on his wrist.

You grab a hold of Jude’s wrist, locking him in place and meeting his movements. Your nails dig deep into his arm in doing so, causing him to hiss at the pain. He catches on the way your walls pulse and flutter around him, breathing getting more sporadic.

“I’m close,” you manage to squeak out in between ah’s, feeling the knot growing tigher in your lower abdomen. Jude tuts, pulling out of you and you almost collapse on the table if it wasn’t for his hands on your waist.

You’re confused, not quite thinking clearly yet when he does. It’s embarassing how fucked out you are, how you’ve turned into a mess below him.

Jude turns you around and hoists you up on the table, making you squeal in the process. Your hands naturally plant themselves on his shoulder as he stands between your thighs, using his knee to push them farther apart.

Jude slowly pulls your (now destroyed) panties down your legs, and you almost miss how he pockets them to keep for himself. One by one, Jude takes your legs and spreads them as wide as you’ll allow it. His hand goes to cup your cheek, gentle as he touches it, and you melt into his palm, sighing in relief.

Your face is flushed, your chest heaving and sweat trickling down your temple. Jude swipes his thumb against your cheek, his other hand squeezing your waist as he looks on with an adoring gaze, completely different from a few moments ago. You wonder if this is the same Jude.

“Hi,” you say, trying to get a response out of him. Jude giggles, letting go of your face and pressing his forehead into yours.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, and he’s kissing you. You sigh at the feeling of his pillowy lips molding against yours, the same lips you’ve fantasized about many times before. Jude tilts his head to kiss you deeper, and you allow him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer.

Jude bucks his clothed bulge onto your bare pussy, knocking a moan out of you. For a second you’d almost forgotten what got you into this position in the first place.

“Jude,” you beg, pulling away to brush your lips against his ear. “Need to cum.”

“Yeah? Think you earned it?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, humming in response.

You press your forehead into him again, looking up at him with stars in your eyes. “I need it, Jude.” You take his hand and guide him to where you need him the most, where you’re dripping and throbbing.

Jude gawks at you, and you can tell he doesn’t want to stop hearing your voice tell him the filthiest of words. “Need you to fuck me with your fingers, please.”

“You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” Jude covers your mouth with his, and he slams into you.

You moan into his mouth, Jude slipping his tongue into yours. The burning feeling in your abdomen is back and stronger than ever, reignited as Jude pumps at an unforgiving pace. The room is filled with the sounds of your slick between your thighs and your lips on Jude’s, and you hope with all you have that Marcus is far enough away from the basement so he can’t hear.

Jude rocks harder with his fingers, using his other hand to bunch up your skirt and lift it over your waist. He breaks away the kiss, looking down to admire your soaked hole being abused by his fingers.

You throw your head back, biting your bottom lip and Jude is quick to leave a trail of kisses on your throat, your neck, down to the swell of your chest. Your hands find solace on the back of his neck, nails digging into the flesh as Jude sucks on your skin harder.

“Don’t stop,” you moan, and Jude brushes his nose against yours. He releases your skirt and uses your other hand to rub circles on your clit, causing the pleasure to increase tenfold.

Your breathing is erratic, thighs shaking as you hold on to the table for dear life. “There it is,” Jude sounds. “Fuck, give it to me, wanna feel you cum around my fingers.”

“Jude!” you half-scream, and Jude is quick to silence you with his lips. You attempt to kiss back, finding it increasingly difficult as you teeter so close to the edge.

“Come on, you’ve been so good for me,” he praises. “Let go for me, cum for me, baby.”

The endearing term is all you needed to let go, cumming with a muffled cry. Fire courses through your veins as the knot comes undone, sending your release gushing around Jude’s wrist as he fucks you through it. He keeps his fingers inside you, buried knuckle-deep into your hole as you ride out the last few aftershocks.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, looking at your fucked out state. “Talk to me,” Jude urges.

You nod, pushing stray strands of hair away from your face before Jude finishes the job for you. “That was amazing,” you murmur, causing Jude to chuckle.

He slowly pulls out of you, laving over your release with his tongue as you watch on. Jude softly moans at your heavenly taste and finishes with a clean pop. You’re quick to pull him back in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

The kiss is slow, dragged out. Your legs wrap around his waist to pull you as close as humanely possible, and Jude engulfs you in his arms so that your chests are touching. You never want this to end, never want to forget how his lips feel moulding on yours, lazily making out for some time— but a loud beep resonating from Jude’s back pocket pulls you to reality.

Jude groans in frustration, reading the name on the screen and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. He flips over to show you— it’s Marcus.

You’re panicking, eyes alternating between looking at Jude and at the screen. With a reassuring squeeze on your hip, Jude calms you down and shushes you.

He accepts the call, putting it on speaker for both of you to hear. Your palm goes to cover your mouth, scared of making a single sound.

“Hey,” Jude greets, hoping, praying, Marcus isn’t calling for what he thinks.

“Sorry for dipping. Again, new manager,” Marcus teases. There’s no hostility in his voice and no signs of suspicion— you’re safe.

“Uh, yeah, no, it’s fine.”

“Anyway, I’m in an emergency Zoom call for whatever reason, and I think it could last for a few hours, so you don’t have to wait for me. You can go to bed if you want.”

“Is everything alright?” Jude asks, trying to mask his initial terror between bated breaths.

“Yeah, just an issue with, wait— why are you panting so much?” You go wide-eyed again, and Jude has a smirk playing across his face, leaning closer to you.

“Oh, nothing. Just a… really intense game of pool.”

It’s Jude’s final day before he leaves for Madrid, and he wants to throw himself off the second-floor balcony.

It’s been two days since the pool table incident. After the phone call with Marcus ended, he walked you to your door, feeling déjà vu from a few nights prior. You linger at your open doorway, looking up at him for a few seconds before you bid him goodbye.

You’re an idiot, Jude insults himself as he replays the moment over and over in his head. He should’ve walked inside, pinning you against the wall as he did. He should’ve grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to his room instead, feeling all of you on his bed. Instead, he had to finish himself off in the shower.

When he woke up the next morning, Jude had to take a second to process if last night was a dream or not. When he went downstairs, he almost thought it was— you were silently eating your pancakes and even said a soft hi when he entered as well. You didn’t spare him another word, locking yourself in your bedroom.

Marcus invited him for a second round of pool, but when Jude stepped into the basement, the first thing he saw when he looked at the pool table was the image of you bent over it. He wasn’t thinking straight, losing to Marcus every round to the point where he had to ask him if his arm was injured.

Jude knows he has to see you, and has to feel you before he leaves. He doesn’t know how to initiate it. What was he supposed to do, knock at your door and say, hey, remember when I fingerfucked you the other day, do you think maybe I can get something in return? Absolutely not.

So he waits, waits for the opportunity to arise. He spends more time in the living room, in the kitchen, in the basement— hoping you’d ‘accidentally’ stumble into him and he can have a word with you. But you don’t show up every time.

Jude’s given up all hope. In just a few weeks, he’ll be in the States making his official debut as a Real Madrid player, and you’ll be a distant memory. He’s grown, he’s had his fair share of summer flings and every single one of them end up the same. Forgotten.

Something tells him he’s wrong this time, though.

It’s a quiet evening as Jude is deep into Martin Scorsese’s filmography, rewatching The Wolf of Wall Street for (what he thinks is) the fifth time. It’s been his favorite pastime, one that doesn’t involve human interaction— from you, or your brother.

He’s so immersed in his iPad that he doesn’t hear the repeated knocking on his door until it gets so loud it blasts through Matthew McConaughey’s peculiar monologue to DiCaprio.

Jude runs to the door, swinging it in a rush. A pair of familiar eyes stare back at him.

“Y/N!” he gasps, taken off guard. The same can’t quite be said for you.

“Hi, Jude.” There’s a slight gap between your words as you fiddled with your bracelet, looking at him the same way you did the other night.

“What… what did you need?” Jude speaks like he just ran a half-marathon, though your mere presence is more than enough to conjure a similar heart rate.

“My book. I want to bring it back with me.” The Secret History. Jude looks back to see it untouched, collecting dust on a shelf. He hasn’t dared to even look at it considering what happened before you handed it to him.

“I mean, I can find like a free version online if you still want to read it for yourself,” you suggest, noticing the expression on Jude’s face— like he has so much he wants to say, but can’t.

“No, I’ll just… buy a copy for myself. Or an audiobook…” Jude trails off as he goes to collect the book, handing it back to you. Once it’s in your grip, you can somehow tell he hasn’t opened it once.

You examine the book in your hands, chewing on your bottom lip. It’s a bad habit, one Jude hopes you’ll stop. He looks at the flesh between your teeth and glances at Marcus’ door. Jude feels like a ticking time bomb.

“Is that all?” Jude asks, already taking a preliminary step backward to anticipate closing the door. You’re still deep in thought, and it has nothing to do with the paperback in your grip, it’s about the boy standing a meter before you.

You’ve had enough of him. There aren’t enough words in the dictionary that can accurately represent the cocktail of absolute anger, confusion, yearning, love, and hate that you have for Jude. You’ve made it crystal clear you want nothing more than him. Why can’t he do the same for you?

“Why do you hate me?” The sentence is almost forced from your mouth. Even you don’t realize it until you look up at him, seeing his eyes nervously dart across your face.

“I don’t hate you,” Jude scoffs, shaking his head.

“Then why are you treating me like this?” Another sentence, forced.

“Treating you like what?” Jude’s beginning to wonder what your true intentions for showing up in front of his door is.

“Oh, don’t play this game with me, Jude. You get all close to me, closer than I’ll allow most people, get me on a fucking table of all places and you push me away like it never happened,” you protest, and Jude turns around to step into the room. You follow after, shutting the door behind you.

Jude’s speechless, his hands are on his hips, and he’s pacing in circles. It just infuriates you further.

“What is it? What are you so afraid of? Did I do something wrong?” you ask, voice laced with desperation.

“No! No, not you…” Jude rubs his eyebrows in frustration, a million words trapped on the way up and out of his throat.

“Tell me if I did.” You don’t hear him the first time.

“Fucking hell, it’s not about you, okay?” Jude releases his head from his hands, jutting them out in front of him.

“Then tell me,” you demand.

Jude takes a long, deep breath. He opens his mouth to say something, and you eagerly anticipate his response. Instead, he snaps it shut, shaking his head and sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Jude?” You’re worried you might’ve taken it too far. Jude is at his breaking point— but you’re not willing to give up just yet.

Slowly, you step closer to him, until you’re standing directly in front of him. Jude hears the soft ruffling of the carpet as you do, letting go of his head to regain his vision.

Every time you two are in a closed room, alone, it never ends well.

Your palms find solace on Jude’s broad shoulders, and he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding at the contact. Your hands travel upwards, testing the waters until your right palm is on his cheek, moving your thumb back and forth.

Jude holds on to your waist, afraid that you’ll let go, afraid that you’ll leave. His eyes trail up your figure, drinks it in, embeds it into his memory. You’re dressed similarly to the night on the couch: a bralette, shorts, and a zip-up. All he can think of is how perfect you look even in the simplest of clothes, and how he wants to recreate that night— and then some.

Jude keeps his eyes on yours as his hands slide to the back of your thighs, one by one setting them beside him so you’re straddling him, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin at his touch.

It feels like you can’t breathe with your heart ramming against your ribcage, and it might as well be ripped out from you as Jude nudges his face slightly closer, just enough to press your foreheads together. You wanted an explanation. Instead, you ended up on his lap.

“Jude…” Your voice calls out to Jude like a siren tempting him from ice-cold waters below a ship deck as he holds on for dear life. Does he take the plunge?

“Don’t push me away,” you whisper, a desperate final attempt— and he lets the freezing waves consume him as he jumps.

All it takes is Jude sitting up straight for him to close the gap, knocking the air clean from your lungs. The feeling of his lips on yours is better than you remember it. His palm cups the back of your head, preventing you from pulling away as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

Your hands free his cheek, resorting to run down his hoodie-clad torso, occasionally dipping down under the hem before sliding back out, and then running your thumb over the band of his Calvins. When your thumbs dip dangerously into undergarments, you feel Jude’s breath hitch.

Jude finally breaks the kiss and is quick to pepper featherlight kisses down the side of your jaw, causing your neck to tilt to one side to give him more access. He finds the spot that draws a shaken whimper out of you, but just as he does, you push him away by the shoulders.

You admire Jude below you, lips puffy and eyes blown out, confused. “Tell me you want me.”

“How about I just show you.” Jude grinds upward, letting you feel just how much he wants you. “Hm?”

The pressure on your clothed core has you humming in content, but you stand your ground. “I need to hear it from you, Jude.”

Jude’s mouth opens slightly and snaps close, taking a pause. You worry he’ll leave you hanging for a third time.

To your surprise, he gently flicks a stray strand of hair away from your face. His knuckles trail down your cheeks, feeling the heat that had risen before it goes further down, unzipping your jacket.

“I want this.” He zips it all the way down, and you help him in discarding the piece of clothing.

“I want you,” Jude grunts, resuming his assault on your neck, hands gripping your waist rougher. His lips ghost over the shape of your collarbone, dipping to the valley between your breasts. You’re sure he’ll leave a purple mark with the way he’s sucking, but at least he left it in a spot where only he can see.

Jude’s back to kissing you, laving his tongue over yours until you give in, letting him explore your mouth. His hands smooth over your back, resting on the curve of your ass as he molds the flesh in his palms.

He pulls your shorts down along with your panties, now ruined and soaked. The cold air hitting your exposed cunt makes you hiss. You need Jude to do something about it.

“Aren’t you gonna show me as well now?” you coo in his ear, dragging your core on his sweats, spreading your slick on his clothed thigh.

“I’m a man of my word.” With a strong grip on your waist, Jude lies flat on the bed, pulling you on top of him. His hold on you never loosens, only beckoning you higher up his body— and it’s clear what he wants you to do.

You inch higher and higher up his torso, breathing increasingly heavier until you’re hovering right above his face. Nothing has looked more glorious than Jude Bellingham below you, between your thighs.

Jude curses at the sight of you, dripping and bare above him. His eyes don’t leave your pussy, taking his finger and spreading your folds, planting a light kiss on it.

“Fuck.” Your knees buckle at the first contact, hands reaching to steady yourself on the headboard.

“This all for me, baby?” The endearing term doesn’t help with your clouded thoughts.

“Mhm.” You hum in anticipation. “Just for you, Jude.”

Jude’s lips ghost over your core, close enough for you to feel his breath fanning over it. “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, yeah? Think you can do that?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, wanting nothing more than for him to taste you.

You feel Jude smirk beneath you. “Good girl.”

Jude licks one long stripe up your folds, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself moan. He starts eating you out like a starved man, the tip of his tongue dipping occasionally inside you before retracting.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning and whimpering into your palm, trying to be as quiet as possible. Jude moves to wrap his arms around your thighs, locking you down on him.

He lays his tongue flat over your sopping cunt before moving to encircle your clit with the tip, drunk on how heavenly you taste. You’re a writhing mess above him, hesitant for more in fear or hurting Jude below— but his hold on your thighs push you down further, giving you the green light.

Jude laps your juices, pushing his tongue in and out of you and a steady rhythm the way his fingers the other night. He fucks in and out of you, eyes closed, taking it nothing but your taste and your muffled moans as you comply with his request.

His nose nudges your clit each time he pushes impossibly deeper into you, his palms rough as it travels around your lower body. You hold on with so much restraint, so much self control to keep quiet, but the flames roaring in your abdomen grow larger as Jude only picks up the pace, devouring your pussy.

“Fuck—” Your palm drops from your hand, landing on his head, overwhelmed with pressure. You’re close, Jude knows it. “Jude, I’m close,” you spit through bated breaths.

“Let go for me, babe,” Jude sounds against your folds. “You’ve been so good for me, so fucking good.” His praise is low and soft, and your palm is back on your mouth to bite back the scream as you cum around his tongue.

Jude rocks his head slowly, helping you ride out your high as you regain composure, collapsing against the headboard. He taps your thigh twice, in awe of you panting and undone above him.

“I’ve got you. You alright?” You could only nod, Jude chuckling in response. He leaves one final chaste kiss to your inner thigh, gently dragging you down his body so your face hovers above his.

Jude’s chin is glistening with your juices, spread over his cheeks. You lean in to taste yourself on his tongue, settling comfortable on his torso until you slide down onto his bulge, prominent through his pants. Jude groans into your mouth, shifting below you for more friction.

You trail kisses down his neck, palms dipping below his hoodie to trace his defined abs. “Off,” you demand, and Jude’s quick to pull it up and over him, discarding it carelessly. Jude feels shivers shoot up and down his spine as you run your nails across his toned chest, down to his abs, grazing the skin, a testament to his hard work in the gym.

Your hands dip lower until you palm him through his pants, mouth latching onto the crook of his neck. Jude hisses, shutting his eyes, involuntarily bucking his hips up to meet your palm.

“Let me return the favor.” Your lips ghost over his earlobe, tugging it slightly as you pull away. Your hands make quick work of pulling down the clothing, with Jude standing up off the bed to ease the process, joining his hoodie in some corner of the room.

Getting on your knees on the bed, his hard on is just inches away from your face, imprinted on his Calvins. Jude can sense your hesitation, reaching down to stroke your chin adoringly, slightly jutting it up so you can meet his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” Such a gentleman. You lean forward, pressing your cheek against his crotch, nodding with an amorous glance. Jude lets a stray shit slip from his mouth as you suckle on the tip of his thumb, giving him further assurance.

Your fingers dig into the waistband, pulling Jude’s last piece of clothing down before he’s stood completely bare before you— his cock springing from the restraint and slapping against his belly. He’s big, a size you’re not used to encountering in the past.

You spit onto your palm, still slightly wet from earlier, and begin pumping him in your hands, eyes never leaving Jude’s face. His lips are already caught between his teeth at the stimulation, working to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail to help you out.

Your press a delicate kiss on his tip, laving your tongue over the slit. Jude feels his jaw start to go slack, fully falling agape when you lick a long stripe up his shaft, repeating the motions. He swallows hard, throwing his head back when you start to let him in your mouth.

You start slow, breathing through your nose before pulling away with a clean pop, jerking him off as you recollect your breath. When your mouth is around him again, you begin to bob your head up and down his length, hands taking care what your mouth doesn’t fit.

You hollow your cheeks, laying your tongue flat below his cock, focused on nothing more than giving Jude the best head he’ll ever get in his life. Jude’s restrained groans morph to low moans, tickling your ears with every sound spilling from his throat.

“You take me so well,” he praises, and his words go straight to your core. You rub your thighs together for some sort of relief and Jude curses at the sight. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Jude’s hips start to stutter out of his control, causing you to gag around him, tears building in the corners of your eyes. You hold on to his thighs for support, not needing to move your head as he slowly starts fucking into your mouth. Your other hand is cupping his balls, massaging the flesh.

You feel Jude’s fingers run trace down your neck, landing on the straps of your bralette. He slides them down your shoulders one by one, letting them drape loosely over your arms.

Jude’s movements turn erratic, breathing heavily as he starts to thrust into your mouth with more force that you can feel him in the back of your throat. Just before you couldn’t take more, Jude pulls out, roughly stroking himself, leaving you time to catch your breath.

“Need to be inside you, now.” You smirk devilishly at his wishes, sliding backwards on the bed. Spreading your legs wide, you tease your fingers over your folds. Jude moans at the sight before him, his hand only speeding up.

“How do you want it, baby?” You echo his endearing nickname, and Jude sits against the headboard, patting his thigh, beckoning you over.

“Come ride me.”

You’re back to straddling Jude as he pulls your top off, latching onto your breasts instantly. You throw your head back, grabbing the back of his neck. He swirls his tongue across your hardened bud, tugging it with his teeth before diving back in, working the other with his hand. He licks over the valley of your chest, giving your other the same attention.

Jude’s hands are tough on your waist, lightly pushing you down— and you feel the tip of his cock swipe against your pussy. A stray moan escapes your throat and Jude is quick to silence you with another passionate kiss.

“There’s people in the other room,” Jude warns in between kisses. When he means ‘people’, he means your brother, his best friend.

“I know. I’ll be quiet,” you promise. “Now fuck me, Jude, please.”

“So needy.” Jude lowers you on his cock, letting you warm up to the stretch. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, biting back the filthy sounds threatening to escape. Jude peppers your temple with light kisses, moving you lower until he’s buried deep inside you.

The feeling of Jude inside you sends waves of pure ecstasy rushing through you, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Jude smashes his lips into yours, feeling your ass flush onto his thighs, adjusting to his size.

You plant your palms on his shoulders, lifting off of him completely, encircling your waist so the tip of his length rubs against your clit. With one swift move, you sink back onto him, throwing your head back in pleasure. Jude has to stop himself from finishing then and there, feeling your walls suck him back in and your folds flutter around him.

You start to find a steady pace, moving up and down his cock. Jude’s eyes are struggling to stay open, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, addicted to how you look on top of him— tits bouncing in his face, chest decorated with blusih purple marks, eyebrows furrowed as you focused on getting yourself off on him.

“Jude,” you moan silently.

“Shh,” Jude hushes, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, plunging it onto your mouth. He watches as you stifle your desperate cries around it. “Doing so well for me, pretty girl.”

Jude’s grip on your waist has almost entirely loosened, giving you freedom to move at your own pace. You slam down harder on him with every move, driving silent groans from Jude, until you begin to bounce mercilessly on his cock.

Your thighs start to burn with the rapid movements, and you’re not sure if you can hold out for much longer. Jude senses your fatigue, wrapping his arms around your torso, hovering his mouth in front of yours.

“Need help? Hm?” You nod ferverently, panting into his mouth, begging with your eyes. You’re so close, yet so far.

Jude gently leaves a kiss on your lips, accepting the offer. His hands are back on your waist, halting your movements.

“Turn around for me, baby.”

And so you do, hissing when you pull Jude out, leaving you empty. For a second, you’re staring at the sight of his cock, throbbing and glassy with your slick coating it, dripping down onto his balls. He doesn’t miss where your eyes trail, chuckling when he realizes.

“Look at the mess you made,” he taunts, stroking himself, but nothing could compare with the feeling of your walls around him. Jude juts his head, snapping you out of your trance as you turn around and sit against his cock.

You feel him stroke himself against you, feel him smear your wetness against your cheeks before he roughly takes them in his hands, kneading and spreading the flesh. You arch further into him, rubbing your thighs in anticipation. Jude lands a harsh slap against your ass in response, eliciting a choked gasp out of you.

His palms land roughly against your skin, a second, third, fourth time, pushing you further and further down on the mattress until your face is smuthered against the sheets, ass lifted in the air.

You helplessly squirm under him, only growing wetter at the impact, feeling it pool between your thighs. Jude’s hand lock you in place, the other tapping the head of his cock against your entrance, sending your juices dripping down onto the sheets.

“So fucking wet.” You claw at the sheets, bracing yourself when you feel him press against you. “All ruined for me.” The air is knocked clean out of your lungs when he slams into you, forcing you to bury your face into the sheets.

Incoherent, muffled noises flood from your throat, prompting Jude to only ram into you harder. The sight of you, snappy and brainy, fucked out and wrecked below him is nothing short of a masterpiece to him.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” Jude grunts through gritted teeth, “Walking around in those fucking skirts all week.” Another helpless whine out from you, silenced by the mattress.

“And with your brother around, too.” Your head snaps up to the door directly in front of you. Marcus. He’s in his room, doing god knows what, utterly oblivious to what his sister was up to a few doors down. Suddenly, the possibility of him barging in at any given moment becomes very real, but you forget about it immediately when Jude pulls you against his chest by your neck.

“What would Marcus think if he saw you like this? Hm?” he goads.

“You said it was wrong,” you spit back. “Fucking your best friend’s sister.”

“But you can’t get enough, can’t you?” You nod, but Jude’s not giving in. His free hand snakes around your waist, finding your clit and drawing figure-eights on the swollen bud.

“Come on. Use your words.” You can’t think clearly, dizzy at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, his fingers on your clit, his hand on your throat. You lost all your fight.

“Mhm. I need more, Jude. Please, harder,” you beg, and Jude pushes you back into the mattress, freeing himself of any restraints he had earlier. Your eyes crack open at a particularly rough trust, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“And if he walks in? Sees you bent over for his best friend.”

“Jude.” He feels slick gush around him, coating his cock.

“Taking it so well, too.” Jude angles his hips to fuck deeper into you, hitting the spot that has you seeing stars, knees buckling below him. He’s hooked on your pretty face, sweaty and ruined, trembling with every thrust.

Jude feels your walls spasm around him. “I’m, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine between low ah’s and curses under your breath. He twitches inside you and knows he’s not far from finishing either. His thrusts get more sporadic, shallower with every move of his hips.

“Can I? Please?” You look up at Jude with demure eyes, and he knows he can’t say no.

“Make a mess all over my cock, baby.” You collapse on the bed as you finish around him, pressing your face into the sheets to stop the cries leaving your throat, milking his cock dry.

Jude doesn’t slow down, chasing his own high. With whatever energy you have left, you reach around him and hold him in place. He’s confused at first, wondering if it’s too much for you, blinking quickly.

“Cum inside me,” you plead and Jude’s vision goes white, hips sputtering as he feels warm ropes of white shoot deep into you. He fucks his cum into you, and you take the overstimulation for him, feeling so full— full of Jude.

You flip over, basking Jude in all of his glory, sweat trickling down his upper body. Your eyes travel down to where you’re two connected, where Jude is still buried in, seeing the faintest outline of his girth in your abdomen.

Jude collapses onto you and you’re quick to rub his back, letting him catch his breath. “Hey, you okay?” You hear him release a soft grunt in response. It’s usually him checking up on you— how the tables have turned.

Your chests rise and fall in unison, worn out and exhausted. You run your nails up and down Jude’s back, the other hand scratching the back of his neck, where his face is buried into your shoulders. He’s trembling above you.

“I’ve got you, breathe,” you reassure him, planting a kiss on his temple and wrapping your legs around his waist. Jude holds your wrist, interlocking your hands together, setting it beside you.

“We should probably get cleaned up,” he murmurs.

“Or we could just…” You pause, feeling your brain return from its clouded state. “...stay here. Like this. For a while.”

Jude slowly nods, lifting his face to meet yours. He looks at you with wide eyes, warmth filling his chest as your eyes gaze right back at his, heart beating in unison. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

“I’d love that.” Stroking his face, you smile in response. You hold Jude in your arms as you drift off, scared that you’ll never be in the same position once you both leave for the airport tomorrow.

“JUDE BELLINGHAM!”

You choke on your tea, sputtering the liquid out of the cup at the commentator’s roaring voice. It dribbles down your arm, and you set the drink down on the tray as you rush to turn down the volume on your phone. You never realized how passionate American commentators could get for a sport that is so looked down on in their country.

“What! A! Goal!” Then, you see him, all 6 feet of him with tan glowing skin, sculpted muscles, running around the pitch, swarmed by his new teammates.

“Jude Bellingham with an amazing goal assisted by Rüdiger gives Real Madrid a comfortable lead against Manchester United tonight in Houston! The 21 year old scores his first ever goal for the reigning Copa del Rey champs, proving people who may have had second thoughts about his transfer to the Spanish club wrong,” chimes in another commentator.

You can’t help yourself from smiling as the video replays the goal in slow motion, taking a bite of your strawberry shortcake. Looking outside, you spot NRG Stadium twinkling faintly in the dark of the night. It’s been several hours since the match, and you’re back in your hotel room, still in the Number 5 jersey from earlier.

You don’t realize you’ve ingested the morsel of cake, leaving yourself to chew on the fork as you admire how Jude looks doing the one thing he loves the most— playing football. He’s full of fight, full of passion as he gives his all and more on the pitch, a burning desire in his chest to win.

A loud knocking on your door, followed by a bell resonating through the room pulls you to reality. You set down the plate, walking to greet whoever was waiting for you behind at the entrance.

You swing the door open, and who else, if not Jude? His eyes take in the sight of you in his kit, the way it hugs your frame and hangs loosely over your body, being several sizes bigger.

“Look who finally learned how to knock,” you joke, taking him by the hand and pulling him inside.

pretty boys are whores, 18+

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“fuuuuck babe, feels so fuckin’ tight” jude let out a loud string of moans, had your eyes widening and worry bubbling in your stomach—almost overpowering the need for release that was brewing up inside of you when the tip of his cock kept nudging so perfectly against the one spot that made you go a little hazy.

“jude,” your voice came out a little shaky, bordering on a sob and sounding too weak for your liking; after all, you were the one supposed to be in charge right now. your boyfriend actually let you have the control you’d been desiring to have over him—the reminder that you’re only getting to live this dirty fantasy of yours out because he’d finally given you the chance undoubtedly ticking you off because it was a little embarrassing.

this was not how you wanted it to be—you wanted to fully be in control.

“told you to keep quiet, didn’t i?” the way you circled your hips and sunk back down on him had jude letting out another filthy whine—coating his cock with an entirely new layer of slick that gushed out from you, making him grip at your hips and thrust his hips forward in a desperate manner to feel your warm and velvety walls clench around the entirety of his length.

you could feel him in your tummy—and it was taking everything in you to not collapse on top of him and beg him to take control, to fuck you with ease from his current position as he laid on his back; all pretty before you.

but that wasn’t how it was supposed to go and you had to keep the need to have him fuck you hard from tainting your wish to dominate him—atleast for once.

laying the palm of your hand flat on his chest, you lifted your hips off of him—had jude whining out a complain as he attempted to buck his hips forward once again.

you grabbed both his wrists, situating them above his head as you pinned them down together to the mattress. if jude really wanted to, he could break free from your hold. but he didn’t want to—this was exciting to him, thrilling to find out what you were planning to do to him next in that pretty little mind of yours.

“y’need to keep quiet baby, what if your parents downstairs hear us?” you whispered against the shell of his ear, raising the hairs at the back of his neck as it took everything within himself to suppress the moan that was caught in his throat. though, he wasn’t the most successful at it—instead making a pathetic noise that had you giggling while the warmth of your pussy engulfed him when you sunk back down.

jude tried his best to be a good boy for you, eyes squeezed shut and long lashes caressing his cheek, kiss bitten lips parted as shaky pants fell past them at every movement of yours—and fuck, he looked so pretty like this.

so fucked out and pussy drunk all because of you.

using one hand to hold both his wrists against the mattress—you brought the other to his face, stroking his cheek as you admired how gorgeous he was and drowned in the pride of knowing that you were the only person who could get him like this; that you were the only one honored to see the beautiful state you’ve brought him to.

tracing the outline of his jaw, you stopped at his chin—stroking the stubble of hair before you leaned down to press a loving kiss to the corner of his mouth. an expression of love amidst the filthy things you were about to do to him.

jude finally opened his eyes, watching you through his lashes and a heavy lidded gaze. you gripped his jaw with a little more force, directing his lips towards yours as you situated them over his messily—clashes of teeth and swapping of spit as you greedily tried to suckle on each other; nothing short of hungry.

when you’d eventually pulled back from the kiss, there was a string of saliva connecting the both of you—his plump lips coated with a shiny layer of the mixture of both your spit and you knew you looked just as fucked out in that moment.

you pressed the pad of your thumb to his bottom lip, caressing the soft flesh before meeting his eyes briefly. “eyes on me” you instructed, not breaking the contact as you dared yourself to commit the filthy act of spitting in his mouth.

jude’s mind went a little foggy as he swallowed it almost a little too eagerly—lolling his tongue out right after to show you that he had, to prove to you that he was being good for you.

your pussy clamped around his cock at that sight—had him letting out a whine as his hips involuntarily fucked a little deeper into you.

“good boy” it was only right that you praised him for letting you ride him in the confines of his childhood bedroom—while his parents were just downstairs, prepping up some dinner to welcome the both of you; while his brother was in the room next door; only separated by a thin wall.

it was so risky, and the both of you knew deep down that you shouldn’t be doing this right now. but there was nothing more that got you riled up than a little thrill.

Ur his best friend's girlfriend he doesn't like u, he doesn't know why but he just can't stand u. U guys go on a trip (the whole friend group including jude obvi) to the countryside.

Jude would get angry everytime ur close to your boyfriend, he even suggested u share the Airbnb room with the girls instead of taking one for u and ur bf, he would be mean to u for no reason, but would be lowkey about it so ur bf and the rest won't notice, u try to avoid him but it only makes him even more frustrated because deep down he's only doing this to get ur attention. He would go mad seeing u make out with ur bf, dancing and grinding in the club, he would definitely call u a slut/attention seeker for wearing revealing clothes, "might as well swim naked " he said after seeing ur tiny bikini.

The next day early in the morning u went skinny dipping by yourself in the river close to ur Airbnb, jude saw u sneaking out, so he followed u, unaware that he's watching u, you took off ur sundress then ur thong u had no bra on so u were now completely naked, his heart went racing he knew he should leave but he couldn't help himself specially now that u started applying sunscreen on ur entire body bent over slowly rubbing it all over your legs unintentionally giving him the best view to ur most intimate body parts, then u put some on ur upper body & tits, those same tits he was fantasizing about since the first time he saw u he always wondered what they looked like bare, and it looks like he finally got the answer. He was losing his sanity, he knew it was wrong, so wrong, that he shouldn't be stalking u like a creep but he could leave or look away he was completely hypnotized, his body shaking and aching with desire. He wanted to fuck you so hard right there and then, in every position humanly possible, then u started swimming and he decided to join u.....

Should I keep going or u finish it?? All I know is that he would be begging on his knees to get some, "please lemme have u just once, please baby" "lemme get a taste" "ur killing me" "he doesn't have to know we'll keep it a secret, please" "u have no idea what u do to me" then roughly kiss you and manhandle u 😩😩😩🦋🦋🦋

This is probably boring sorry but I'm just a sucker for enemies to lovers with a LOT OF SEXUAL TENSION and toxicity 😩🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 also English isn't my first language ❤🥀❤

oh this is so dirty & toxic 😵‍💫😵‍💫 jude not being able to fully understand why exactly he cannot stand you, but since your first meeting with him which happened at his best friend’s place when he’d walked in on the both of you making out on the couch—he had convinced himself that he didn’t like you one bit. you could somewhat sense that jude wasn’t the most fond of you given how he acts whenever you’re around, the sour expressions he’d shoot at you & the cold responses he’d give which somehow always included sarcastic remarks that seemed to have double meanings.

you never brought it up with your boyfriend however, not wanting to unintentionally stir something up which could most definitely end up being a mere misunderstanding. but you’re also so bothered by the fact jude doesn’t like you, it having much more of an effect on you then you wished for it to have—always feeling so tense whenever he was around because the last thing you wanted to do was make him dislike you even more.

but then he’d always get super annoyed whenever you were spending quality time with your boyfriend with him around—and at first you figured it just might’ve been super awkward for him to deal with the sudden pda shown by his best friend so you always kept it in mind to tone it down whenever your friends were around, but then your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice any of it considering how lowkey jude was being regarding his hater behavior; your boyfriend still pulling you in for kisses/hugs or slapping your ass whenever he got a chance and you were genuinely wondering if it was just you whom was overly paranoid & going crazy about the entire thing.

while you were planning the trip with your friend group, you’d initially suggest to your boyfriend if it was possible for the both of you to take a separate room since the two of you were the only ones whom were in a relationship within the friend group and you really wanted to spend quality time with him on the trip. but then jude would specifically point it out to you & everyone that it would be better if the both of you didn’t rent a separate room in the airbnb because that’d just add onto extra unnecessary expenses, and that you should just settle for not being stuck to your boyfriend like glue 24/7 since it technically is supposed to be a “friend group” trip.

everyone else, including your boyfriend found that comment rather funny—even teasing you for being so clingy when it comes to him but the entire thing would just throw you off, and you’d be trying your best not to show it despite feeling disheartened and mocked by those comments. so you’d start avoiding jude when you go on the trip, not even interacting with your boyfriend as much as you’d like to because jude was almost always with him. he would eventually notice your strange & distant behavior, which only further pissed him off because he wanted your attention.

that night you guys end up going out to some bar and you finally have your boyfriend to yourself so things get heated pretty quickly—the both of you getting caught up in a make out session. it’s proper dirty with you grinding against him, which then leads to the both of you dry humping one another & kissing all messy with your tongues down each other’s throats. jude would be glancing around the bar here and there in search for you and he would go mad when he spots you in some secluded corner, in such a state with you making the most lewd expression—one of your boyfriend’s hands lost between your thighs whilst he painted your neck with marks. it was so wrong how quickly blood rushed to his cock seeing you like that, having to excuse himself to the restroom to jerk himself off to the thought of you—letting out pent up frustration because he was so jealous, because it should’ve been him that was making you feel good—should’ve been him whom was reveling in the pretty noises he knew you were making.

then the next day you guys had plans to go swimming in the river so you wore your most fav bikini purchase for the summer which you’ve been waiting for a chance to wear—the girls even complimenting how good it looked on you, your boyfriend giving you the biggest heart eyes when he saw you in it and telling you how it must’ve specifically been made for you, considering how well it fit around your curves & looked so gorgeous on you. you’re feeling all giddy about it until jude walks past you, whispering the words “might aswell swim naked if you’re so desperate for attention, you look like a whore” and you’re beyond flabbergasted he even had the audacity to say something like that to you.

you wanted to tell your boyfriend about jude since it was getting too much now—but you decided you’d have a proper talk with him later that night and explain it to him by approaching the situation as maturely as you could because you genuinely wanted to figure out what jude’s problem with you was without causing additional drama. but instead you found your boyfriend and one of your close girlfriends from the friend group making out and you overhear their conversation only to find out that he’d been cheating on you with her for quite a while now—and you’re both hurt and angry, not really knowing how to confront the both of them in that moment knowing you’d end up crying so you just leave instead.

but what you don’t realize is that jude had followed you there and seen the same thing—his blood boiling with rage when he learnt what was going on. initially he felt horrible for the way he felt towards you because you were his best friend’s girl and he respected him too much to make any moves on you despite wanting you so bad. he’d hold himself back from going over and beating him up then & there although that was what he was itching to do. the entire night, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you—tossing & turning whilst laying awake, wondering if you were able to fall asleep or if you were still up crying your heart out.

his heart ached at the thought of that, because he could see how much you felt for his best friend & how much effort you put into the relationship—so although he might’ve been the biggest hater when it came to your relationship, he absolutely hated having to see you go through something like that because you didn’t deserve that the least bit. he was trying his best to act rational, not wanting to go off on his best friend—atleast not until you had confronted him first. but he’s so worried about you and your entire thought process when it came to it, hoping that you weren’t blaming yourself for not being enough or anything like that.

since he wasn’t able to sleep, jude would go outside for a bit right around dawn only to see you sneaking out of the girls’ room and walking in the direction of the river. you’d decided to go skinny dipping by yourself—needing a moment just by yourself to gather your thoughts because your mind was quite literally a mess.

jude kept his distance when he followed you, initially because he was concerned you were about to hurt yourself or something since he knew how awful you must’ve been feeling in that moment—but his jaw would drop the second he sees you stripping down to nothing. he knew he should’ve looked away and left but he was in a complete trance; seeing you completely naked in front of him. he needed to have you so badly and he could feel his cock ache, straining in his boxers as he watched you rubbing the sunscreen over your tits—which he’d fantasized about and ogled at over various occasions. he was obsessed and hypnotized by you—his breath hitching when you’d bent over to apply the sunscreen to your legs; giving him a perfect view of the most intimate part of your body, making him crave you all the more.

jude was going crazy—you were driving him insane and it was so wrong of him to let all sorts of filthy thoughts flood his mind; thoughts about fucking you hard and having you in every way he wanted. he felt awful for watching you like a creep like this, he felt awful about the way he felt towards for you—he felt awful for having such dirty thoughts while he was aware what sort of a situation you were in. but jude simply couldn’t help himself anymore, he’d held back for too long and if he was an asshole for taking advantage of the fragile state your relationship was currently in—then so be it.

he’d keep his eyes on you when he approached you and you’re of course startled by his presence—but you neither cover yourself up nor question him regarding he’s business there, simply watching as he got out of his clothes; your eyes shamelessly roaming his body just the way his were roaming yours.

“you shouldn’t be doing this, you know” you whisper to him once he was in the water and stepping closer to you—but you don’t move away, letting him hold your hips firm and pull your body against his. “mhm, but i’ve been having to hold myself back for so long now.. don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” he whispered, trailing his fingertips up your sides—giving you tingles as you were trying your best to stay alert, appearing as nonchalant although your heart was racing abnormally fast at the close proximity of your bodies.

“what’re you even talking about jude? you never even liked me—you’ve made that pretty clear” you scoff, frowning at him and jude’s just grinning in response; finding you rather cute. “i’m glad you’re aware babe, but have you ever wondered why i could never stand you?” he whispered in your ear, bringing his hand to your cheek as he stroked it in a loving manner. you’re taken aback with him so casually calling you ‘babe’, choosing to ignore it nonetheless because you were eager to know his reasoning. “no, i could never figure you out—you’re confusing me even now.” you admit to him.

“it’s because you’re with him, someone who could never properly appreciate you.. i hated seeing you with him. it should’ve been me who was in his place.” your heart dropped at the sudden revelation, knowing you would’ve never guessed or seen that coming. “he’s your best friend jude, this is so wrong.” you remind him, your voice shaky as you remembered the previous night’s events. you wanted to cry, realizing how you would’ve never done something like that to your boyfriend. even now here jude was naked in front of you—and surely the whole situation was making you feel hot & heavy but you were still hesitating having such thoughts because you didn’t want to betray your boyfriend. but then the reminder that he’s already done exactly that & let you down broke your heart.

“he’s my best friend, but i know i’m right when i say he never deserved you.” jude’s words were only further angering you, making you glare at him and push at the hand that was stroking your cheek ever so gently—and you so badly missed the soft caress of his fingers against your skin the moment it lost contact. “what do you know to make such statements.” you asked him and jude’s just raising his brow, more than a little annoyed that you were willing to defend your boyfriend although you were well aware of what he’s done.

“so we’re gonna pretend last night never happened? he cheated on you” jude didn’t mean to sound harsh, but he needed you to come to your senses and realize that you deserved so much better. but in the process of doing that, he also gave off the wrong impression—making you frown and push him away. “so you knew about it aswell..” you spoke, tearing up a little and jude’s heart broke when he’d realized what he’s done. “no, that’s not what i meant. just listen to me, you’re misunderstanding me—“

“what exactly is there to misunderstand? you’re all the same kind of assholes—you’re all playing me” you accused him of the worst, letting your emotions get the best of you. “if i knew about it any sooner, you know that i wouldn’t have been quiet about it. i found out about it last night, the same way you did. i was following you, and whatever you saw was what i saw—but you ran away even back then, you didn’t say a thing to them. i haven’t gotten even a wink of sleep the entire night because i’ve been so worried about you. why can’t you see that i care about you goddammit?” he lashed out on you, making you just stare at him quietly for a bit to figure out whether you could trust his words. and you knew he was telling the truth from the way he was looking at you.

“why didn’t you confront him? don’t tell me you’re thinking about giving him another chance.” he questioned you once more and you’re immediately shaking your head whilst tearing up. “i ran away because i was so hurt jude, i had no idea what to do—i have no idea what to do even now. i’m so fucking lost and you telling me all of this now isn’t making it any easier for me. would you be able to tell me what to do jude? do you have any idea how terrible i feel right now?”

he pulls you into his embrace once more except this time you’re not tugging away from him, looking up at him with wet eyes that made his heart ache. “maybe i don’t know the extent of how terrible you feel but what i do know is i could make you feel better.” he whispers, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing kisses onto each of your fingers. “you have no idea what you do to me babe, if you’d let me—i’ll give you the best you’ve ever had.” you’re shocked he’d even suggest something like that, immediately shaking your head. “that would make me the same as them, jude. that’s the last thing i want to become” you panic.

“it wouldn’t make you the same as them. because you’re aware of how they deceived you, your situation is different now. if you want to get back at him with this, i wouldn’t mind that either. but he doesn’t have to know about it, atleast not until you confront him. i just want you to know that i’d be there with you—i want to be there with you. so would you give me that chance?” it was getting hard to focus on his words from the way he kept whispering them against your skin with how he pressed kisses all over you. he’d stop when you weren’t saying anything and look at you only to see that you’d fallen into a daze, smiling a little as he was sure that you wanted this just as badly as he did.

“you have to tell me angel, i’m not doing anything if you don’t give me the word for it.” he whispered, waiting for you to give him some sort of response. “i.. i don’t know what i want jude” you felt frustrated with yourself, needing him to sort it out for you because all you wanted to do in that moment was to just let loose and not think about anything. and jude sensed that, but he still wanted you to tell him that you wanted him. “you haven’t pushed me away once nor have you told me to leave—is it because you want me?” he asked you more directly now and you’re just staring into his eyes for a few seconds before your gaze dropped to his lips—and then your lips were on his, your answer rather obvious.

from that moment onwards, jude wouldn’t hold back—his hands roaming your body & touching you everywhere, in places you needed him the most. manhandling you into positions he’d fantasized about having you in and fucking you so good, getting drunk on each other’s kisses, touches and bodies. the both of you going insane from the sinful noises you were getting out of each other, desperately riding out your highs each time to chase another orgasm because you simply couldn’t get enough.

“did you fantasize about having me like this, jude? did you ever touch yourself to the thought of me?” you whispered to him breathlessly, taking the opportunity to tease him whilst you were bouncing on his cock. “you’ve got no idea angel, i’ve done all sorts of filthy things to you in my thoughts.” his raspy voice trailed off into a whimper when your walls squeezed harsh around him, making him moan out and grip your hips a little tighter as he began to thrust his own upwards to match the rhythm of yours. “oh yeah? aren’t you a dirty boy? thinking about fucking your own best friend’s girl, how naughty of you.” you continued to push it with the teasing, purposefully shoving your tits in his face with every circle of your hips.

he’d latch his lips onto one of your nipples and suck hard on the sensitive nub—one of his other hands landing a slap on the flesh of your asscheek, drawing out a mewl from you due to the sudden wave of intense pleasure that took over your body along with the incoming orgasm—your body shaking in his hold as you momentarily saw stars when you came hard around his cock, making a mess for the nth time. jude continued to thrust up into you, fucking you hard throughout your orgasm as he reached his own just seconds after—filling you up, letting your greedy cunt milk him of everything he had to offer.

anon this was in no way boring, this scenario was crazy steamy with the tension like it has the potential to make such a good enemies to lovers fic! i think i may have switched it up a little and taken an entirely different route to what you’ve initially suggested so go ahead, i’d honestly love to read your take on what happens next 🤭

i loved writing this one out cause it’s smth different from the stuff i usually write so thank you for sending this in !! <3

jude being protective over reader when a guy tries to hit on her at a bar omfgfjgfbhgsjb

didn't think so - j.b. x reader

a/n : this took me so long to write cus i got my nails done and ughhhh

cw : smut, swearing, annoying guy at a bar LMAO, unprotected.. wrap b4 u tap, semi-public sex, dom!jude, possessive!jude

pairing : jude bellingham x fem!reader

wc : 2.2k

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"so, you from 'round here?"

the foreign words hung low in the throbbing atmosphere of a crowded club. the bass reverberated through the floor and neon lights pulsed to the rhythm.

you stopped moving to the music when a stranger approached you. his eyes fixed intently on you. you were left alone in the club when jude had excused himself to go to the restroom. you would've never expected this.

you felt a discomfort in his demeanor, instantly trying to put room between you and the strange man. a smirk played on his lips and his eyes scanned over you, his intentions on full display.

politely, you rejected his presence. "i appreciate the company, but i'm actually here with my boyfriend,"

he dismissed your mention of jude with a wave of his hand. he began to lean in closer, his words becoming increasingly invasive. you scanned the crowd, eagerly and hopelessly awaiting jude's return.

the man grew impossibly more insistent. "come on, sweetheart, we're all here for a good time. loosen up a bit,"

you finally decided on a more direct approach. "really, i'm not interested. i'm here with my boyfriend."

with a sly grin, the persistent stranger continued. "your boyfriend doesn't have to know. let's get out of here, just you and me."

just as you felt his words creep down your spine, jude finally emerged from the restroom, instantly sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere. he quickly maneuvered through the dancing crowd, his eyes not leaving you and the strange man.

he shot the man a piercing stare as he approached the table with long strides. "what's going on here?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the club's music with an edge that you'd never heard from him.

"hey, man, we're just having a good time. no need to be so uptight," the man flashed a toothy grin at jude, who was not having it.

jude's dark eyes flashed with anger, a look so intense even you felt the pressure. he placed a firm and dominating grip on your waist, visibly claiming what's his. "she's not interested. you need to back off and respect that," he commanded.

the stranger looked seemingly amused by jude's words. "oh, come on, don't be such a buzzkill. she seems to be enjoying our conversation just fine."

jude's jaw clenched even tighter. "how about we ask her?" he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. "babe, are you enjoying this conversation?" when you didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened on your waist. "are you?" you quickly shook your head 'no'.

a cocky smirk broke out on jude's lips. he turned back to the man, "didn't think so," his smirk growing when he saw how intimidated the man was.

"you're testing my patience. i suggest you find another spot in this club. now," jude ordered, his tone sharp.

the man reluctantly walked off to another side of the club. jude kept his dominating hold on your waist, his anger visibly coursing through his features. without turning to face you, his hand switched from your waist to your wrist. his knuckles turned white from his harsh grip. you winced.

"jude, stop! that hurts-"

ignoring you, jude pulled you towards the club bathroom. he kept his painful grip tight. pulling you through bunches of people with a clenched jaw, you were left to mutter excuses and apologies to them. "jude, can you relax? where are we going?"

your questions fell on deaf ears when his gaze was set on the bathroom door. finally reaching it, he opened the door to see no one. he yanked you inside before following. jude shut the door behind him and locked it.

you looked at your wrist that he had stopped squeezing. it was red and tender. "babe.. what's going on?" his eyes flashed down to your wrist, and his gaze softened slightly before hardening again.

he looked back up at you, and there was something different about how he was looking at you. his eyes were glazed over with something... foreign. there was a hunger in his demeanor. in the way he slowly stepped towards you. in the way his hands held onto your waist. in the way spun you and pushed you against the door. in the way his head dipped into the crook of your neck.

his lips pressed hot kisses onto your skin and your eyes shut tight. you gasped out when his soft kissed turned to passionate nips and bites. "jude... not here."

jude's possessive grip softened slightly, his hands now sliding sensuously up your sides. the atmosphere in the bathroom shifted, the air thick with desire.

his mouth left your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of your ear. he whispered, "i can't stand the thought of anyone else trying to get your attention. you drive me crazy. i need you to know you're all mine."

your heart raced at the proximity, breath hitching as jude's words sent shivers down you spine. the muffled music wasn't so loud behind the washroom door, giving your ears a rest. the dim lighting over you illuminated his features in a way that had even you crossing your legs a little.

despite his convincing words, your hesitation was evident. jude's hand slithered to find the end of your dress, but it was so long that by the time he reached the end of it, he was on his knees.

your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of your boyfriend on the floor. jude's big brown eyes peered up at you. "please, y/n. let me show you how much you mean to me." he was... begging.

a quick nod from you was all he needed. you saw his expression change immediately from pleading to dominant. he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and your hands fell to his shoulders to keep you upright. he moved your skirt to make room for his head, but paused to look up at you, smirking.

"try not to scream."

before you could register jude's words, he had pushed your panties to the side and slotted his mouth on you. everything but profanities erased themselves from your mind. one of your hands found his hair and tugged, hard. jude's lips spread you open as he sucked your clit with fervor.

you found yourself whining when his movements slowed, gradually becoming gentle. you could see jude's occasional peaks up towards you, watching you melt at his touch.

"jude, i can't take it. please..."

you could feel him grin against you. "you look so hot when you're desperate, y/n." the way his name fell from his lips had you biting yours. he finally decided to stop teasing and fully indulge in you. he pressed his mouth flush against your warmth, allowing his tongue to explore every nook and cranny.

the feeling of him forcing you back onto the cold bathroom door sent trembles down your body. you began feeling that familiar feeling of tight heat start unravelling in your stomach. before you knew it, you were practically yanking jude's hair. "please, don't stop."

gasps were flying from your plump lips so fast your heart was about to fly out of your chest. "fuck, jude, don't stop!" unwillingly, your arms were flying around, trying to grab, to hold on to something.

thump, after thump, you helplessly clawed for anything to ground yourself. you ultimately ended up with your hands pulling jude as far as you could between your legs.

he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. if anything, he sped up, his tongue lapping at your juices. "jude, jude," your vision went white and your back arched against the smooth door. the muted music was overpowered by an unfamiliar ring in your ears.

jude looked up at your chest heaving over him. the sight of you all fucked out had him smirking, his ego only growing. he gently licked around your clit, cleaning up any mess you left for him.

he hummed as your sweet juices sat on his tongue. you finally opened your eyes that you didn't realize were screwed tight and let go of his hair.

"i told you to try not to scream." he smiled as he got up off his knees, keeping his eyes on you even when he was towering above yours.

"that was me trying."

his eyes fell to your cleavage and he couldn't help but lean in and press hungry kisses to your collarbone. "not done with you yet, sweetheart."

the excitement of not knowing what was going to happen next had you pooling for him again.

jude's hands dropped to your hips for the nth time tonight before he abruptly spun you around and pressed your chest to the door. your hands slammed against the door to stop your face from smashing into it.

you felt jude pushing your dress up hastily and pulling your underwear down. you didn't move, waiting for his next move patiently. although much patience wasn't needed since jude was moving as fast as he could.

you could hear jude unzipping his own pants and you couldn't help but bite your lip in anticipation. as gross as it might've been, your right cheek was pressed onto the door. you couldn't care less, though, not when jude was pulling himself from his pants behind you.

a groan fell from his mouth so quiet the music almost drowned it out. he stroked himself behind you even though he was already rock hard. he leaned against your back to whisper in your ear shamelessly,

"i know i told you not to scream, but this time i wanna hear you. i want everyone in this fucking club to hear how good i make you feel. maybe then those fucking pricks'll back off."

his hand moved some of your hair from your nape.

"think you can do that for me, princess?"

you eagerly nodded against the door, mouth too dry to speak. he smiled, "good."

jude pulled himself back before his hand grazed over the curve of your ass, his other resting against your lower stomach before he pushed himself in. he went so deep he could feel himself in your stomach, against his own hand.

it was as if he was hitting your vocal cords the way not a single sound could be heard from you despite your mouth being open so wide. jude's pelvis met your ass and he couldn't help but shudder. "fuck..." he whispered out against your back.

he finally started to move slowly, more so for himself than for you since you were squeezing his cock so tight.

jude dropped his hands down to your hips to keep you firmly pressed to the door. "don't move." he growled out. you had never seen this side of jude, but you weren't complaining. you found obeying him to be more enjoyable than expected.

jude's hips sped up, sending jolts of pleasure through your bones. strangled gasps and pants shot out of your mouth, your hot breath fanning over the door.

"that's a good girl, yeah? taking this cock so well." one of jude's hands left your hip to grab your hair and tug. he pulled your neck back until he had access to your neck. he dipped down and sucked marks on the soft skin. your moans turned raspy and you found yourself once again searching for something to hold on to.

your back was arched against his torso as he fucked up into you. you could feel every part of his cock and it was driving you dumb. your mouth was left agape as moans ran from your lips and into the thick air.

"tell me baby, y'think that prick from earlier could fuck you like this?" you gasped as jude's thrusts grew impossibly more rough. "no! god, no... only you can do this to me." he sent a harsh smack to your ass before smoothing it over gently. the pleasure and jolt of pain send your neck flying back further.

"jude, i'm close." you warned and jude kept his antics up. he whispered in your ear. "fuck, i am too..." he groaned out and let go of your hair. he straightened his back and went back to holding your hips in place.

you clenched around his dick, whimpers falling from your mouth. jude's thrusts faltered for the first time tonight. his hand slid down to rub your clit and bring you to your second high of the night. your breath caught in your throat and your eyes rolled back in your skull.

"god, jude, i'm gonna.." you couldn't even finish your sentence so jude did it for you. "cum, y/n. want you to cum all over my cock, shit!" obeying him once again, you finally let that string inside you snap, fully surrendering to the pleasure.

your vision clouded black this time, and you came with a sharp cry, "jude!" screaming his name, you trembled under him. the feeling of your release and juices all over his cock sent him over the edge himself. "fuck!" he groaned out and came with a final thrust. he buried himself deep, sending his seed as far as he could.

both of your pants and gasps were lost in the thumping music of the club. jude helped you stand straight before fixing his clothes. you pulled your panties back and tugged your dress down. you heard jude zip up his pants and you turned to look at him.

he was already looking at you, a smirk playing at his lips.

Jude fucking you while you wear his medal 🤭 him putting his head through the loop too while you’re both in missionary so you’re both so close and there’s no gap, while you give him sm praise about how proud you are of him and how he’s you’re winner

orrrrr him begging u to ride him while u wear the medal and he just thinks it looks so hot sitting pretty between ur tits🥲and ur praising him sooooo much, telling him how proud u are of him and how good he looked on the pitch, throwing in a little “being such a good boy f’me” which drives him absolutely insane, hips bucking up off the bed. pulling u down for kisses by hooking his finger in the medal!!!! or!!! one of u using the medal to like kinda bind the others hands together to stop them touching 🤭🤭

we NEEEDDD more tough jude. imagine jude and reader arguing all day over the silliest things, but they have to go to a bar to meet up with with jude’s friend and they decide to put a stop to it for the time being but reader decides to be pissy and bratty all night. she then picks a fight with j someone. jude has had ENOUGH. he grabs her and physically pulls her out of there and drags her home. reader continues to be bratty until jude shuts her up by fucking the life out of her until she’s begging for him to stop but he doesn’t (check ins with safe word but reader chooses not to say it)

Okay but these requests always hit! Like I dunno what it is but picturing Jude putting you in your place is soooo sexy???

Author’s Note: I feel like this was longer than usual but maybe not? I don’t mind it so I hope you guys don’t either. Also if there’s any typos don’t pay attention, just ignore it lmao.

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 753

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You and Jude had been at each other's throats throughout the day, it was annoying, but he’d aggravate you over the smallest things - you being annoyed with him, of course only made him even more annoyed with you. There was constant bickering between the two of you - and you were fed, but so was he.

“I can’t believe you’re making me go.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you drove to the new restaurant that had just opened up downtown, Vini invited you both out for lunch - without running it by you, Jude of course agreed even though you both were at each other's throat.

“Not like I have a choice? We were invited so it would be rude not to go.” Jude grumbled, arms crossed over his chest as he sat in the passenger seat.

The rest of the car ride was silent, and you couldn’t really complain about it.

You finally found parking and made your way inside - You tried your best to be cordial with Jude, even though you felt like strangling him most of the time, you pushed your feelings aside just for the evening.

Jude sat at the table chatting with Vini while you made your way over to the bar, a few drinks wouldn’t hurt, or so you thought it wouldn’t.

One drink led to another, let’s just say you had a bit too much to drink and ended up arguing with a few people near the bar.

Jude ended up pulling you out of the restaurant after he said goodbye to Vini. You protested, trying to get your point across that you didn’t start it, but Jude was fed up.

You laid your head against the window with your eyes closed, the ride home was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the radio, until Jude broke the silence. “So,are you going to say anything?” He asked, as he pulled into the driveway.

“Nope.” You mumbled before getting out of the car and stumbling into the house.

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You cried out into the pillow as you buried your face in it. The grip Jude had on your hips would definitely be leaving bruises for you to see tomorrow.

His hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you from behind, “this is all you want, hm?” He spoke through gritted teeth. His cock pushing deeper into you with each thrust.

You felt him lean forward, his hand sliding up your back and towards the front of your neck, he gripped gently, pulling you up, your back now pressed against his chest. This new angle causes the tip of his cock to brush against your sweet spot repeatedly, making you squirm against him.

“Fuck, Jude!” You cried, throwing your head back against his shoulder, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His lips brushed against your ear, a smirk on his face as you melted into him.

“Yes!” You moan, your tiny hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Such a slut, for me.” He chuckled, his free hand sliding in between your thighs, pressing firmly against your aching clit, circling it slowly, he knew it would drive you crazy.

You gasp, your pussy clenching around him, warning him for your next orgasm but that doesn’t stop him of course, he continued.

As much as you squirmed trying to get out of his grip, he wouldn’t let you go. “I know you can give me one more.” He insists, cock buried deep inside you.

“Too much.” You whimpered as he placed a slap to your ass. Your nails dug into his wrist, causing his grip to tighten.

“I think you can handle it.” He smiles, keeping his fingers on your clit.

As much as you hate to admit it, it hurt but it hurt so good, so good that you didn’t want him to stop, instead you wanted him to ruin you.

Finally, Jude pushes you back down on the bed, your chest pressed against the mattress and his chest pressed against your back. Of course this was to teach you a lesson, but he was still needy and wanted to be close to you.

“Too much?” Jude whispers against your shoulder, his movements starting to slow. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.” He kisses your shoulder, his hand caressing your hip.

You shook your head, “n-no, keep going.” You moan, throwing your hips back against him.

“That’s my girl.” Jude grins, looking down to watch as you fuck back into him.

ohh godd

can you do jude eating you out so good tht ur like begging him to stop and hes like 'well yk the word use it is need' nd u dont cz it feels good asf 😭

you felt like you were going to explode.

legs trembling either side of jude's head as he simply grinned against you. completely entranced in the way you tasted —remnants of your previous orgasm glistening around his mouth as he drank in the sight of you. head pushed back as far as it would go into the mattress, back arched in a way that displayed your tits in such an inviting way. if he wasn't buried between your thighs then he'd be lapping his tongue against them, have you squirming and pleading at his peril.

but the position he had you in now wasn't one he was willing to trade.

each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves through your limbs. aching in pure pleasure as you whined pathetically, "jude please- i can't take anymore- please-"

he hummed once more against you. parting your cunt with his lips as he stroked over your clit. circling it delicately before suckling his lips around it, sucking ever-so gently as he caught your hazed gaze. you knew you couldn't take much more — whole body trembling as jude's teeth playfully grazed against you.

"if you want me to stop baby then say it," his voice was muffled. the vibrations of his voice earning a guttural moan from your throat as he drew his head back slightly. letting a small string of spit land against your sodden cunt as he cooed, "but you don't want me to stop do you? hm?"

words failed you as you cupped the back of his head. pushing the nape of his neck downwards as a silent way of telling him to carry on, the complete need to have his mouth against you once more making you go insane.