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Hi Bianca

Can you write smut cockwarming Jude all-night long turn into lazy morning sex with him, please

Wood Morning

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — In which Jude gives you a good morning.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 4.9k

Warnings! Fluff, they're so in love, NSFW! SMUT (18+), Jude is hornyyy unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), morning sex, soft sex, established relationship

The first thing he notices is the warmth—your warmth.

The heat of your skin presses against his chest, leg draped lazily over his. You're nestled in front of him, the perfect little spoon. His arm curls around you protectively, fingers resting just above the dip of your waist where your skin felt like silk beneath his touch.

All night long, you had been pressed against him, body bare, skin to skin, your softness molding into his.

Even in sleep, you fit perfectly against him, your bodies intertwined as if they had been made to stay like this. The gentle rise and fall of your breathing against his chest lulls him, gently waking him up.

The second thing he notices, is your smell.

It's not perfume, or even that fresh-shower-clean smell you usually wake up with in the morning. This was something altogether sweeter, softer. The scent of skin and sweat and sleep. It's a familiar smell, one he has grown to love; one that belongs only to you.

He inhales deeply and groans, his eyes fluttering open. The room is bathed in the light of early dawn, and he can just make out the dark outline of your back against his chest.

He lets out a slow breath, not wanting to disturb you, not yet. Your hair is a mess against the pillow, strands tangled from the way you’d tossed and turned in his arms, but it suits you somehow—wild and unrestrained, like the night you’d shared.

It had been one of those days, long and emotional, and all you wanted when you came home was to be loved. So, you had sex—hard and rough and just enough to take the edge off the night. And then you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

He lazily smirks at the thought, the edges of the night flashing in his sleep muddled mind—the way you screamed his name, your nails raking down his back, your thighs wrapped around him so tightly, and the way he’d pushed your legs to your chest, watching your eyes go wide with the force of your orgasm. He remembered the sound of your little whimpers, muffled by the pillow, as he continued to pound into you, and the way your body responded, shuddering and shivering beneath his—and he lets out a content sigh.

Now, he's awake.

And that's when he notices the third thing.

His cock is hard.

Painfully so.

And it's inside you, balls deep.

He freezes, heart pounding, his mind racing through the haze of confusion to try and make sense of it. It takes him a second or two to remember what happened. He's not sure when he slipped in throughout the night, but judging by the way he feels right now, his cock has been buried inside you for a while.

He groans at the realization, shifting slightly against you and almost immediately pulls back with a wince. Fuck, you are so tight. Damn.

But he doesn’t pull out. He’s not sure he can pull out, to be honest. Not now that he's fully awake and feeling—the warmth of you, your slick walls tightening around him, and the softness of your butt pressed up against his thigh. He's also not sure he wants to pull out because… well, it feels too good.

So, he stays where he is, still and unmoving, his cock pulsing inside you, willing himself to calm down, to relax, to just breathe.

Calm down Jude, he thinks to himself, forcing his breathing to slow and calm, trying to focus on the sound of the world waking up outside and not the feel of your wetness around his cock or the way he can feel the pulse of your heartbeat against him.

It’s going to work. It’s going to be okay. He just needs to—

Oh. Fuck.

You shift.

The movement is slight, almost imperceptible, but it’s enough to make his hips jerk involuntarily and he lets out a strangled noise. Shit. Shit.

He presses his fingers into your hip to try and keep himself still, his heart thundering in his ears, breath catching in his throat. It doesn’t help. Your body is so soft and warm, the movement of your hips making his cock slide deeper inside of you and he lets out another strangled noise.

He tries again. Okay, okay, deep breaths, focus on the breathing.

This time it works. He manages to calm himself down, enough to not move, to not press harder inside of you. He starts thinking of something else—dirty dishes, dog shit, vomit, missing a penalty, anything—to trying to distract himself, and he begins to breathe easier—until you shift again.

This time, he loses control.

He slides in and out of you in a slow, sloppy grind that has him moaning, trying to keep himself from being loud. His hands roam over you in an attempt to get a hold of himself, but they only seem to make things worse; the palm of his hand sliding against your stomach, fingers running along the curve of your hip, making him push deeper inside you.

He hisses at the feeling, his hips working on their own. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips mouthing against your skin as his hips exercise a mind of their own.

It's not the first time he's done this, waking you up with his cock inside you. With how busy you schedules get sometimes, the only time you guys have together is in the morning. But you're usually asleep so it had become a sort of ritual—him waking you up with his tongue, or his fingers, or, as of a month ago, his cock.

But it never fails to blow his mind.

The thought of how this must look, him pressed up behind you, slowly fucking you awake, makes him groan out loud and thrust harder. The way your body responds, tensing and clenching and relaxing against him.

You're so wet.

He groans again, his pace quickening, breath hot against your skin. His fingers dig into your hip, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, and he bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

Your hips twitch, and his cock slides out, almost all the way to the tip. He gasps, the feeling too good, too hot and warm, and he instinctively thrusts forward, burying himself inside you again. He lets out another noise, louder this time, the sound echoing through the room. Shit, shit.

He can’t take it anymore. He knows he should probably wake you up by now but he’s not sure if he can stop moving at this point.

You have him so close to the edge of sanity and his body is screaming for release. If you woke up now and started grinding on him he would cum in seconds. The feeling is too good.

He lets out another moan, his hand coming up to curl around your chest, pulling you tighter to him. He rocks back and forth slowly, not sure how much longer he can take it.

His voice breaks on a groan, "Please—" The sound barely passes his lips before he buries his face back into the crook of your neck, breath hot and uneven against your skin, each exhale grazing like fire against you. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, the grip just shy of bruising, as if holding you any less might let this all slip away. His hips move almost involuntarily, pressing forward, slow and deep, sliding in and out, and it’s almost too much. Too fucking much.

His mind blurs in the white heat of it, every nerve frayed and ready to burst. He’s close, so achingly close he doesn’t know where he ends and you begin. He's so close. He can—Oh.

You let out a little whimper, body tensing against his, and he stills.

“Don’t stop,” you murmur, voice hoarse, thick with sleep and want. The words pull him back, body and soul, a command and a plea all in one. “Please…don’t stop.”

He lets out a groan, hips jerking forward involuntarily at your words. "I won't baby," he bites out, grinding forward again. Your moan is immediate, hips twitching back in time with his. Fuck, yes. "Not stopping," he gasps. "Can't stop. Fuck." His arms wrap around you again, one hand slipping between your thighs, fingers curling around your clit.

You let out another whimper, head tossing against the pillow, and he picks up the pace. His hand on your thigh flexes, holding you just where he wants you, guiding your hips to meet his with a demanding rhythm.

"That's it," he breathes, his voice strained and husky, almost a plea. "Right there…fuck, keep doing that." And when you do, moving in perfect time with his thrusts, his entire body shudders, cock throbbing inside you and he can barely breathe.

You whine, your hands fisting the sheets, head throwing back against him, and he grunts, his hand moving faster between your thighs. His lips graze along your shoulder, biting down on the soft skin there, and you let out a cry. "you feel so good, baby," he bites out against your skin. "You feel so fucking good. Fuck. Fuck." His body moves against you in a slow grind, his cock pressing in deep, the drag of his body against yours making you feel full and wanted.

"Jude," you whine, his name barely passing your lips.

He hums in response, lips against your shoulder. "Hmmm…" The sound turns to a groan as his hips slow down, grinding in deep, and you let out a whine, confused.

"No no no, don't stop," you gasp, rolling your hips down in a desperate attempt to keep the momentum. But his hands find your waist, his grip firm as he stills you, forcing you to stay put even as every nerve in your body screams for release. "Please Jude," you whimper, voice barely above a whisper, thick with need. "I'm so close."

He chuckles at your desperation, the sound hoarse and breathless, as he slowly pulls out of you, the wet drag of him making you shiver.

"Not yet baby," he murmurs, shifting your body on the bed until you're lying on your back, slipping between your thighs, his eyes drifting down the length of your body. "I want to taste you when you cum," he breaths, and your body shivers again at his words.

You can see the promise in his eyes and it almost makes you cum right there, watching him stare down at you, want and need and lust etched into every line of his face. But then he's moving, body sliding down yours, lips kissing softly down your throat, over the curve of your shoulder, down the dip of your chest.

"Shit," you bite out, the feeling of his lips on your skin almost enough to push you over the edge. Your fingers hug the nape of his neck, holding him to you and he chuckles against your skin, moving further south.

His mouth kisses across your stomach, the trail of his mouth making you clench your thighs around him in anticipation. "Oh fuck," you groan as his lips press against the crease of your thigh, "don't stop." His lips move down until he's kissing the skin of your inner thigh, hot and wet and teasing. You whimper, hips arching up, but he pulls away.

"Shh, baby," he croons, kissing down the other thigh, the sound making you shiver and squirm beneath him. "Be patient."

You let out another little whine at his words, desperate to feel his mouth on you already.

And he knows it. He knows how crazy he can drive you with it. That's why he's taking his time, savoring the sight of you beneath him, squirming in pleasure.

"Jude," you groan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please." You sound like you’re begging and you are. You would beg him if that’s what it took. You want his mouth so badly, his tongue on you, sucking, licking, fucking you with his mouth.

He chuckles again, the sound a low hum against your thigh that makes you clench. "Okay, okay. I'll stop teasing." He kisses across your thigh again, lips ghosting over your skin, hot and wet, and you feel like you’re going to combust. His mouth is so close.

When he finally moves up to hover over your pussy, you let out a grateful moan. "Oh thank—"

Your words cut off in a surprised squeak as his mouth places a kiss directly on your clit. Your hands grab his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your hips arch up wildly, desperately, in an involuntary move to get away from him, surprisingly sensitive.

But he grabs your thighs with a chuckle, keeping you pinned down and in place. "Don't move," he growls, and before you can even respond, his mouth is on you again, licking, kissing, sucking, making you gasp and writhe and moan beneath him.

He tongues you hungrily, like a man possessed, mouth moving over you, licking and sucking at you like he needs it to survive. His tongue laves over your clit, the wet heat of him enough to send shivers down your body.

"Fuck," you cry out, head thrashing against the pillow as your fingers dig into his shoulders. "Oh god, Jude, it's too much. I'm going to—" Your words trail off with a gasp as he moves his mouth lower, lips closing around your opening. Your hips jerk, desperate and wild, and you cry out again.

"Baby, oh god—" The words die in a moan as he pushes his tongue inside you, fucking you with his mouth in a slow thrust. Your body seizes, fingers digging into the sheets, and he groans against you.

"You like that?" he says against you, voice muffled and thick and it makes you whimper. You nod frantically, head rolling against the pillow as he starts fucking you again with his mouth, tongue sliding in and out of you slowly. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, your entire body tightening.

"Oh god yes, please don’t stop," you whine, desperate and high. "Don't stop, don't stop."

He chuckles against you, lips curling around your swollen clit. You can feel your orgasm building in you, hot and quick and powerful.

It starts with your toes, curling against the sheets, every nerve firing to life in a rush of white-hot pleasure. Your entire body tenses, head arching back, legs locking around his head in a desperate bid to get him closer, harder. "Jude!" you cry out, voice loud in the room, body shuddering through your orgasm.

He stays with you the whole way through it, mouth never leaving you until you’ve cum, until every muscle in your body has relaxed and your breathing slows. Then he moves up your body, kissing and licking at the sheen of sweat on your skin until he reaches your mouth.

He kisses you softly, hands cradling your face as he presses his lips against yours. "You taste so good," he sighs, eyes soft, and you let out another moan.

You smile back up at him, body lax and sated against his.

Your hands reach for him, fingers trailing down his back, over the muscles that flex beneath his skin. His body is warm and solid against yours, grounding you as you feel the last waves of pleasure slowly ebb away, leaving a tingling satisfaction in their wake.

He leans into your touch, a soft, almost reverent look in his eyes as he watches you, like he’s savoring every second.

"I want you," you whisper, your voice a little raspy, still breathless from your orgasm. He smiles, that soft, lazy grin you’ve come to adore, and you smile back up at him.

Your thighs clench around him and your hands slip around to his front, fingers brushing against his cock. He moans at the touch, hips jerking into your hand. He's still hard. "I want you inside me again," you breathe out, moving your hands over him in a long stroke. "Please, Jude. I need it." He lets out a strained noise, eyes closing for a second, and you let out little moan.

His hands slip down to cup your hips, fingers tightening around you as he thrusts into your hand. "Shit baby," he grinds out. "You're going to make me cum like this if you continue."

You love being able to get him to this point. It makes you feel good, knowing you can turn him on, knowing you can drive him to the brink of sanity.

You lean forward, brushing your lips along his jawline, feeling the scratch of his stubble beneath the soft press of your mouth. Your breath is warm against his skin as you trail down the curve of his neck, and he shivers, a low, guttural moan escaping him. The sound sends a thrill through you, desire pooling like molten heat in your stomach.

“Let me ride you,” you murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper, every word caressing his skin. “I want to make you come.”

He lets out another sound, eyes flashing open, pupils blown out in lust. "Yes, fuck," he groans, the word barely leaving his lips before he moves with a surprising, almost frantic speed. He shifts beneath you, and you feel the heat of his hands gripping your waist, guiding you until you're straddling him.

You wince at the shift in position, just now noticing how sore you are from last night and your thighs tremble slightly as you straddle him. His hands tighten on your waist at the sound and he looks up at you in concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyes searching.

You smile down at him, feeling a rush of love at the concern in his expression. “Yeah,” you say brushing him off, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead. There's no way you're telling him anything right now. Knowing Jude, he'll pull a stop on the whole thing, never wanting to hurt you. But you're too far gone. You need him inside you.“just moved too fast.”

His eyes stay on yours for a few seconds not seeming to buy your excuse before he nods. “Okay,” he says, and then his hands are on your hips again, guiding you up until his cock is rubbing against you. You moan at the feeling, body shivering with pleasure. “Take your time baby. Go as slow as you need.”

You let out a moan, one hand moving up his chest until you've grabbed a fistful of his sheets. You take a shaky breath, one hand trailing up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips, steady and solid, while yours thunders wildly. You grab a fistful of his sheets, anchoring yourself, and your other hand wraps around his length, guiding him until his tip presses where you’re already so sensitive, sending a tremor of pleasure through your body.

You groan at the feeling. He feels so good.

He's so hot, his length pressed against your clit, thick and heavy and solid. You press him down until you feel his head start to stretch you, and it makes your breath catch. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, arching against him.

“Take it, baby,” he grinds out, his hips flexing up as he tries to thrust inside you. "Take that fucking cock for me, sweetheart"

His words make you whimper as you start pushing down, inching him inside you with a slow, agonizing drag. He fits so beautifully. The stretch is delicious, so full, so good. You feel every inch of him, his head slipping past the resistance of your opening, the slight burn of you stretching to accommodate him. You shudder with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he breathes head falling back against the pillow, the word catching in his throat as your body takes him in. His hands slip down to grab your ass, pulling you into him as you sit, and you gasp at the full feeling. You're so full of him it almost hurts. “Holy shit, baby, that’s—“ he trails off with a groan.

Your eyes close for a second, the feeling of him buried inside you enough to make your brain short circuit.

Oh god.

Your eyes flutter open again to find his on yours, pupils blown out, his hands white-knuckled where they grip the sheets. His entire body is tense, his muscles coiled tight in an effort to control himself.

You feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

Oh god.

You want to move.

And you do. Your hips roll down in a small circle, pressing him deeper inside you as your thighs clench and unclench. His hands are back on your waist and he lets out a gasping moan that sends a thrill through your chest. “Shit baby,” he rasps, his voice breathless and strained, eyes closing in a grimace of pleasure. “You feel so fucking good.” You lean down and press your mouth against his neck as you roll your hips down again, his cock dragging in and out of you in a slick slide. His fingers tighten on you, hips jerking up as he moans again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your hips start moving faster now, the pace picking up as you rock down on him. He lets out another groan, eyes flying open again, pupils blown out. “Baby,” he gasps, hands tightening on your ass. “God, baby.”

“Jude,” you moan back at him, hands trailing up to curl around his shoulders.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he grunts, hands digging into your ass as he pulls you down harder onto him. You gasp, the force of his thrust sending a rush of pleasure through you.

You arch against him, head throwing back, and he immediately lifts his head off the pillow to lick at the soft skin of your neck. “Oh god, oh god,” you gasp. His mouth trails down your neck, over your chest, until his lips close around one of your nipples. You let out a high-pitched whine, body arching down until you’re almost laid out on top of him. His mouth on you, his tongue flicking over your nipple, his cock deep inside you and you feel yourself getting close again.

You can feel your it coming on like a tidal wave—hot and fast and strong. You try to ride it out, thighs tensing, toes curling, muscles tightening as your entire body convulses. Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to sting as you let out a scream. “Jude!”

You’re dimly aware of him still moving beneath you, hips rocking up in fast hard thrusts, cock dragging in and out, over and over and over, drawing out your orgasm, until you’re gasping for air, the waves of your orgasm crashing down on you in a rush of pleasure.

Your body is slick with sweat as your back arches again, your body trembling as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

The world is white hot and bright and all you can feel is the wet drag of his cock inside you, the way his hips jerk up hard and fast, and the hot wetness of his mouth against your nipple.

You shudder and convulse against him until you’ve cum down to the last shudder. You collapse against him, arms curling around his neck weakly, muscles trembling with exertion.

“Holy shit, babe,” you murmur weakly, body lax against his. “Oh god.” Your arms curl around him, pulling him closer, and you shiver as he continues moving against you.

He’s close, you can tell from the way he’s moving, his hips jerking wildly. He’s almost there.

He buries his face against the crook of your neck, licking at your skin, and you moan weakly. His lips are hot and slick on your skin as he mouths against you. He breathes in the scent of your skin, filling his lungs with you. “Shit, princess,” he gasps out against you, hands curling around your waist. “You’re going to make me fucking cum.”

His words send a thrill through you and you manage to lift your head off his shoulder to smile at him. You brush your lips against his cheekbone, kissing over the sharp jut of his nose, his chin. “Do it,” you whisper, mouth trailing down to find his lips again. “Cum for me.”

Your mouth pressing against his does him in.

He lets out a groan against your lips, hips jerking upwards again and again as he cums. You feel him shudder and tense against you, cock pulsing inside you as he empties himself out. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly to him as he gasps and groans into your mouth.

Your lips stay on his the whole time, kissing him softly through his orgasm, taking everything he gives you.

His thrusts finally start slowing as his orgasm subsides and he relaxes against the bed, his entire body lax as his breathing slows.

You stay pressed against him, smiling as your lips move over his jaw, down the curve of his cheek. He smells like you, like your sweat and sex and love. Your nose nuzzles into the crook of his neck as you pepper kisses against his skin.

The room is quiet around you as his breath slows, your bodies sated and spent. You stay like that, wrapped in each other, the only sound your breathing, your heartbeat.

“Hey,” you say softly, smiling as you kiss the crook of his neck again.

“Hey,” he responds, his lips curving up into a smile. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You smile again, reaching up to massage his collarbone. “Of course not,” you say, leaning up to kiss his forehead. “You never hurt me, baby.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes soft. “Good.” He pulls you in tighter and you snuggle against him. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too,” you say back.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck again, lips moving over your skin. You feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin and you smile back, snuggling against him.

Neither of you want to move yet. You both know as soon as one of you moves, the moment will be broken and it'll be back to reality.

It’s not time for that yet.

It’s not time to get up. It's not time for him to go to training. It's not time for you to meet with your professor to discuss your thesis. It’s not time yet for the day to start.

So, you lay there and enjoy the feeling, savoring the moment, the taste and smell of him against you.

“You have a few hours before you have to leave,” he murmurs against you. “Let’s have breakfast together.”

“Okay,” you smile back at him. “Sounds good.”

He smiles and kisses the crook of your neck before slowly pulling out of you, groaning slightly. You do the same, wincing a little at the soreness between your thighs.

“Oh shit,” you mutter, sitting up on your elbows, eyeing your legs. “I don’t think I can get up just yet.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “You don't say."

He chuckles, a low, warm sound, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You don’t say.” His tone is playful, laced with affection, and it makes your cheeks heat up despite the lingering fatigue.

“Shut up,” you murmur back at him, unable to suppress a small smile that breaks through your discomfort. “It’s your fault. You did this to me."

His laughter is immediate and rich, filling the room, “And you enjoyed every second of it,” he points out, leaning down to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, his eyes still shining with amusement.

You do laugh now, your lips curling up, despite yourself. “That’s not the point,” you manage to say through your giggles, pushing him away with a playful little swat.

He chuckles again and scoots to the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms to look at you. He’s not bothered by his nudity at all and it makes you blush, his chest and thighs and stomach all smooth and toned muscle, his skin flushed and warm and inviting. Damn. He looks good.

Your blush deepens as you meet his eyes.

“Come on, I’ll help you get up,” he says.

“No, I got it.” You’re blushing too much now, trying to get away with him helping you because it means less chance of his hands on your naked body and your ability to handle that right now is non-existent. He chuckles again anyway.

“Nope, I don't think so,” he says, his voice amused before he's scooting forward to wrap his arms around your waist.

You let out a squeal, trying to wiggle away. “No, no, no—" you gasp, struggling as he pulls you up against him. You end up pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you in an effort to hold you in place. You wince again at the soreness between your legs.

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, eyes soft as he studies your face. “You alright?”

You nod at him, the movement slow. His arms tighten around you and he lifts you up, cradling you in his arms as if you weigh nothing. You squeal again, trying to grab onto him, and he chuckles at your reaction, head dipping down to press a soft kiss against your temple.

“Don’t drop me,” you demand.

“I won’t.” His voice is amused, eyes sparkling with the promise. “I promise. I’ll never let you fall.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out at his words, his face pressed against yours as he carries you through the room.

-Bianca🌻

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