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uceyliyahh · 19 hours ago

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, mention of blood, disposal of bodies, slight injuries, mention of a gun, drugs, unprotected sex

word count: 7.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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𝗳𝝷𝝻𝝲𝞃𝝴𝝴𝝶

𝜣𝒎𝜼𝒊𝒔𝝇𝒊𝜺𝜼𝝉

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: we in this 4ever mamas 🩷

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: OMG THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN GETTING HIS INITIALS TATTED ON YOU I LOVED THESE OMG

biancabelairwwe replied to yours story: Gigi omgggg

jadecargill replied to your story: YOU GOT TATTED BITCH? OH JIMMY GOT YOU HOOKED

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY IS INNNITTTT

uceyjucey replied to your story: ain’t this like your first tattoo sis?😭 how it feel?

carmelohayes replied to your story: he got it like that? For you to get matching tattoos together?

trinity_fatu replied to your story: WTFFF??

jonathanfatu has posted on their story!

gigispovv replied to your story: I love you sooo much 🥺

uceyjucey replied to your story: twin loves him some Genesis mane I tell you 😭😭

trinity_fatu replied to your story: ARE U FUCKIN KIDDING ME? FIRST THE TATTOOS NOW THIS? what happened to us….😔

romanreigns replied to your story: tell Gigi the fan wants to see her again dawg

jadecargill replied to your story: I’ve seen Trin crashing out BADDDD but oh well you got Gigi thank you for taking care of her 🫶🏽

carmelohayes replied to your story: it’s still on sight when yo’ ass comeback bitch ass nigga

jacariiii replied to your story: appreciate you for taking care of my lil sister.

Atlanta, Georgia - 1:00PM

Genesis lounged in bed, enjoying the snacks Jimmy had brought her before he headed off to the gym with her older brother Jacari. She noticed him stowing his Glock in his gym bag, leading her to believe he was taking it for safety, so she decided against probing further into the matter.

While munching on her snacks and browsing TikTok, she stumbled upon a familiar video on her feed. It was Trinity, seemingly throwing shade at her without realizing it. She rolled her eyes at the clip before swiping up, choosing to ignore that girl completely.

As she continued to scroll, a text from Jade suddenly appeared on her screen, prompting her to tap on it while she licked the chip dust from her fingers. Just moments before, Jade had spotted it on Trinity's TikTok, right before sending it her way.

With a message too.

Jadebae🌪️: girrrl you see this bs?

Gigi🤍: yeah, I did and I just scrolled past it bc she’s just pissed that Jimmy is with me now 🙄

Jadebae🌪️: LITERALLY BIG MAD 😭😭 but how is it back home? Did your folks get to meet Jimmy?

Gigi🤍: yeah and they really love him including my mother do you know she showed him my baby pics I was so embarrassed 😭😭

Jadebae🌪️: PLEASEE your mother is so funny bro

Gigi🤍: you remember Darrius?

Jadebae🌪️: dirty dick Darrius? Yeah why? Was he there?

Gigi🤍: hell yeah he was tryna flirt with me and Jimmy wanted to kill him right there

Jadebae🌪️: ewww and he should honestly but Jimmy is crazy about you Gigi, he tells us that many times

He even told her how many times he was crazy and addicted to her.

Gigi🤍: Ik….and I love that shit🥴

Jadebae🌪️: is the dick that good?

Jade knew the answer to that already

Gigi🤍: if your man makes you squirt three times and talks you through it what does that tell you bestie

Jadebae🌪️: HE MADE YOU SQUIRT??? THREE TIMES???

Genesis started cracking up at her best friend's reaction to her text message.

Gigi🤍: yes three times Jade three times that’s why I’m so sore rn because of him he’s dangerous asf 😭🙂‍↕️

Jadebae🌪️: nigga put that ass to sleep

Gigi🤍: GURRL HE SURE DID BEST SLEEP I GOT

Jadebae🌪️: 😭😭 BYE GIGI but how’s the family and where Jimmy at?

Gigi🤍: everyone is doing good mama and papa love Jimmy and Jimmy is with Jacari at the gym

Jadebae🌪️: damn so he’s apart of the fam now?

Gigi🤍: yep sure is

Jadebae🌪️: I love this for you bestie

Gigi🤍: me too finally I can be happy and it’s also scary I haven’t heard from Zilla

Jadebae🌪️: KEEP IT THAT WAY BC YK JIMMY WILL KILL HIS ASS

Gigi🤍: yeah Ik his crazy ass 😭😭

Genesis had seen a text message coming from Jimmy which made her smile but she made him wait after she was done texting Jade.

Jadebae🌪️: I heard Melo been talking shi on the gram and had seen his face all fucked up

Gigi🤍: Jimmy fucked him up badly but ion feel bad for him whatsoever should’ve mind his business 🤷🏽‍♀️

Jadebae🌪️: that’s sooo true bro

Gigi🤍: imma text you later bestie and tell Cody I said to calm down nigga acting like I’m dying or sum 😭😭

Jadebae🌪️: kk bestie love youuu ❤️

Genesis opens Jimmy's message, curious about his intentions. He’s likely just reaching out to check on her, especially after the chaos that ensued the last time he left her alone during their visit to his mother.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: You good mamas?

Gigi🤍: I’m okay Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I just had to make sure

Gigi🤍: how’s your workout routine going today? I’ve seen you and brother bonding

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: it’s going good and yeah your brother is cool

Gigi🤍: that’s good now I got two crazy people who can protect me 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: damn right mamas also imma be home late tonight me and Cari got some things to do

He’s going to be home late? What was he up to?

‘Don’t ask Questions’

Gigi🤍: okay Bo just be safe I’ll probably be sleeping by the time you get home

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: might need you up just in case I just to get some pent up anger out of me 🙂‍↕️

Gigi🤍: UN-UN, THIS COOKIE JAR IS CLOSED SIR

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Ik mamas ik I’m talking about using them pretty ass lips you got to work baby

Gigi🤍: I can do that for you Bo 🥴

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Ik need to slurp my shit up mamas

Gigi🤍: I’ll blow bubbles on it for you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you making me mess up my sets texting me like this mamas

She chuckled at his message

Gigi🤍: I’m sorry daddy you can continue on with your sets I’ll see you later I love you 🫶🏽

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you more baby ❤️

She dismissed the message and returned to her TikTok videos, yet a nagging curiosity lingered: why was he coming home so late? He never acted this way unless there was something significant he needed to address.

She attempted to dismiss the nagging sensation, refusing to let her spiraling thoughts dominate her as she munched on her snacks and relaxed at home.

After completing their workouts side by side, Jimmy and Jacari were ready to follow through on the plan they had discussed the previous night. Jimmy revealed a screenshot from Genesis's phone, which displayed a menacing message from Darrius, essentially threatening to shoot Jimmy in the head.

Jimmy arranged for Jey to fly in and assist with the scheme, as he intended to be the one to put a bullet in Darrius's head first, unafraid and undeterred by him.

He realized he was just a reckless fool with a gun, and that he needed to be dealt with appropriately as Jacari steered them down the road to the modest apartment complex where Darrius lived. They ensured they were fully prepared.

Glocks Cleaning Equipment Knifes Gloves

All their belongings were packed tightly in the bags they had lugged around all day, particularly at the gym, where they had stashed extra clothes for the inevitable mess, knowing it would take time to clean up the blood and deal with the body.

As they arrived at the apartment complex, they quickly grabbed their bags, tucked their Glocks into their shorts, and adjusted their shirts to conceal them before closing the door. Jimmy and his companions ascended the steps, passing by homeless individuals and children playing in the vicinity of Darrius's residence.

They veered left as they made their way to his apartment on the upper floor, gathering in front of his door.

“Just a heads up his homeboys are here too so be careful.” Jacari cautioned him while Jimmy vigorously pounded on the door, nodding his head in agreement.

As they stood there, the sound of music wafted through the air, mingling with the unmistakable scent of weed. Without a moment's pause, they awaited Darrius to swing the door open. When he finally did, he was greeted by the sight of Jimmy, Jacari, and Jey, all grinning widely at him.

“The fuck yall bitch ass niggas doing here at my crib?” Darrius questioned them.

Without uttering a word, they fixed their gaze on him as if he were mere prey, prompting a scoff from him as he doubted they were truly that menacing. Just as he was about to close the door, Jimmy burst in, kicking it wide open and sending Darrius tumbling to the floor of his living room.

With a fierce grip around his throat, Jimmy yanked him by the hem of his shirt, slamming him against the wall with a resounding thud, his hold unyielding and brutal.

In the meantime, Jacari and Jey were engaged in a fierce brawl with his friends in the back, forcefully slamming them onto the glass table and causing chaos throughout the house, while Jimmy took on Darrius.

“So you wanna put a bullet to my head huh?” With a deep, rumbling growl, Jimmy's voice resonated as he delivered a powerful right hook to Darrius's face.

Darrius scoffed at him, “I guess you seen what I text yo’ bitch and yeah I do wanna put a bullet to yo’ fucking head.” He believed this was just a game, but it was far from it; Jimmy was determined to take this fool's life and claim his first kill. Darrius had no idea how unhinged Jimmy truly was, and he was about to find out.

With a swift shove, he sent Jimmy sprawling away, landing a hard blow to his stomach followed by a punch to the face that sent Jimmy reeling. He seemed to be gaining the advantage, but it was short-lived. As Darrius lunged for another strike, Jimmy seized his arm, twisting it painfully while simultaneously grabbing his head and forcefully slamming him onto the glass table, shattering it into a cascade of sharp shards that littered the floor.

“Fuck! I got glass in my fucking eye you bitch!” Darrius hollered.

Jimmy was unfazed by the sight of blood streaming from Darrius's face; he seized him once more and forcefully smashed his head against the wall. Darrius crumpled to the floor, and without a moment's pause, Jimmy mounted him and unleashed a flurry of punches directly to his face.

The initial blow and the follow-up strike landed with force as Darrius attempted to shield his face, but the glass embedded in his left eye hindered him significantly, causing him great distress.

Jimmy unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, his fists crashing into the man with the ferocity of a tempest, each strike more savage than the one before. Blood splattered onto the pavement.

Just as Darrius spotted a small knife beside him, he lunged at Jimmy, plunging it into the side of his neck. Jimmy let out a sharp hiss from the pain, but it barely fazed him as Darrius shoved him away and reached for the Glock tucked into his shorts.

With determination, Jimmy rose to his feet, carefully extracting the knife from his left side. He tossed it aside and sprinted towards Darrius, who had a gun aimed directly at him.

This caused him to halt abruptly, drawing his Glock and aiming it squarely at Darrius as they engaged in a tense stare down.

“You think yo’ bitch ass is tough huh?” Darrius remarked.

“When it comes to Gigi, ion play that shit.” Jimmy said.

“I cannot wait to put a bullet in your head and then send a picture to yo’ girl saying my fault.” Jimmy was irritated by his arrogant demeanor, prompting him to pull the trigger of his Glock, which he aimed at him with a smirk on his face. “You wanna keep that up?”

“What? Me talking shit? Absolutely because you is a bitch nigga.” Jimmy gave a nod, switching his gun to safety before tucking it back into his shorts, all the while cracking his knuckles and stretching his neck.

Darrius sensed the inevitable outcome; he was poised to pull the trigger, ready to end a life with a single shot. Just as he was about to fire, Jimmy lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. In that split second, a bullet found its mark, piercing through one of his friends, splattering blood against the wall behind them.

Jimmy unleashed a brutal assault, ignoring the crimson stains on the wooden floor as he slammed Darrius' head against it. When Darrius finally rose, Jimmy delivered a vicious kick to his stomach, forcing blood to erupt from his mouth and splatter onto the ground.

He seized the hem of his shirt, which was barely holding on, and yanked him up like a lifeless doll, slamming him down onto the wooden table that shattered into splinters upon impact.

“Talk all that shit now pretty boy.” With a fierce hiss, Jimmy lunged onto Darrius, delivering a bone-crunching punch that echoed through the air.

He delivered a sharp kick to his ribs and followed it up with a forceful stomp on his spine, pinning him to the ground. “Fuck you bitch!”

“Still runnin’ that fucking mouth huh? Don’t worry, I'll fix that.” A wicked grin spread across Jimmy's face as he seized Darrius by the throat, mercilessly smashing his head against the wall again and again until blood flowed freely.

After that, he would throw him into the souvenir cabinet, splintering it into pieces and sending Darrius tumbling to the ground. Jimmy, breathing heavily, observed as his chest rose and fell, absorbing the disorder of the living room while casting a glance towards the kitchen.

He averted his gaze from the sight of Darrius's fallen friend sprawled on the ground, shifting his focus to Jacari and Jey, who had just taken the life of another companion—only Darrius remained, trembling and gasping for breath.

Jimmy drew his Glock from his waistband, aiming it directly at Darrius.

“Ready to die bitch?”

Darrius remained silent, only spitting in Jimmy's face as his thumb rested on the trigger, and then the gun fired with a piercing finality. The echo of the shot hung in the air as Darrius collapsed, motionless on the wooden floor. Jimmy methodically cleaned the blood from his hands, his eyes lingering on the lifeless body for a brief moment before he averted his gaze.

As Jimmy passed by Jacari and Jey, Darrius' blood pooled on the wooden floor, a grim reminder of the bloody massacre that had unfolded in this apartment complex.

“Let’s clean all this shit up before folks start to suspect something happened.” Jimmy said.

—

Atlanta, Georgia Porter’s residence - 4:30PM

Genesis was outside, planting vibrant flowers alongside her mother, cherishing their time together. Meanwhile, Jimmy was out with his older brother, and a wave of worry washed over her as she hoped nothing unfortunate had befallen him during his absence.

While she was busy planting flowers in the garden, her mother's voice broke through, asking her something about Jimmy, prompting her to shift her focus towards her mother.

“Gigi dear.” Mrs Porter called for her.

“Hm?” Genesis responded.

“Where did you and Jonathan meet?” The most common inquiry parents make when their child has a partner by their side.

With a warm smile directed at her mother, she continued, "When I first joined the company, my best friend Cody introduced me to the twins. They were incredibly sweet and kind, particularly Jimmy, who took the time to show me around and introduce me to others."

“So you both work at the same company and travel together?” Genesis gave a nod before starting to excavate another hole for the remaining flowers.

From the moment her mother married Quincy, she sensed he was not the right match for her. He would put on a facade in front of everyone, including her and her husband, but once Genesis was out of earshot, the arguments would begin, revealing the truth behind his charming exterior.

Quincy was a no-show at family gatherings, cookouts, and holidays, leaving Genesis to wear a forced smile and concoct excuses for his absence.

She discovered that her daughter was expecting his child, and it shattered her heart to realize that he didn't genuinely appreciate her daughter. Determined for Genesis to break free from him, she felt even more anguish after Genesis's heartbreaking miscarriage of her first child. She would visit her daughter, offering comfort and urging her to leave him without delay.

Those memories left a profound impact, etching deep scars on her mother's heart.

This was the first moment in ages that she witnessed her daughter radiate happiness with someone who truly cherishes and loves her for who she is.

And that made her happy.

“Do ya’ll talk about having kids or getting married? Would you wanna do that again dear?”

“Yeah, it would come up every once in a while whenever we have deep conversations late at night whenever we can’t sleep.”

“How many kids do he want?”

She whined, “mamaaaa.”

Her mother threw her hands up in defense before speaking, “what? I’m just asking the right questions my dearest that’s all.”

“I know, but you know how sensitive that topic is for me.”

Discussing the topic of having children was particularly delicate for Genesis, as she had gone through a miscarriage while navigating her relationship with Quincy, making her reluctant to address it.

“I’m sorry my dearest.” Mrs Porter apologized.

“It’s fine mother.” With a subtle smile gracing her lips, Genesis gently placed the seeds into the hole she had just excavated moments before.

She carefully covered the hole with soil, gently patting it down with her hands before giving it a drink of water—afterward, she cleaned her hands.

Assuming Jimmy was still at the gym since she hadn't heard from him, she removed her gloves and reached for her phone to check in on him. After sending a quick message to ensure he was alright, she slipped her gloves back on and resumed picking strawberries from the vine.

She tossed them into a pristine bowl that her mother had gifted her, intending to wash them once she finished gathering.

Her mother begins to say. “I’m proud of you dearest.”

“Thank you mama.” She responds softly.

“Jonathan has you glowing it’s been a while since I’ve seen that glow Gigi.”

Genesis couldn't help but smile, aware that her coworkers and closest friends had been remarking on her radiant glow lately, all thanks to Jimmy.

He spoils her Pampers her with his love Dick her down good And say all of the right things He loved her And he would kill for her and clean up his mess afterwards.

‘Was it bad to say that she liked him being dangerous? To defend her honor?’

She was addicted to him She was attached to him too

“Everyone has been saying that mama.”

“Well as your mother I am telling you that as well, Jonathan is a good man—a great man at that, you know the ones your stepfather told you about that you will find?”

“Mhm I remember, I didn’t forget papas saying on how a man should be treating me.” They both chuckled with each other.

“Does his people like you?” Mrs Porter asked.

“Yes, his family are so loving and welcomed me with open arms when they first met me.” Genesis said.

“That’s good to hear I’m glad you have a second family that loves you like we do unlike Quincy family who was trippin, oh girl.”

Genesis sighed in exasperation, recalling how his family had judged her harshly, labeling her a gold digger despite her successful career. In reality, he was the one siphoning off her hard-earned money while pretending to be supportive.

On top of that, he was betraying her trust in secret, while his family was fully aware yet chose to remain silent, leaving her to wallow in her own misguided beliefs.

“Don’t remind me mama, his family was so ridiculous I’m so glad I divorced his ass.”

“Me too my dearest, me too.”

—

Darrius Apartment Complex - 12:00PM

In the meantime, the crew was wrapping up their work at the apartment complex, having successfully disposed of the bodies in a river several miles away. They meticulously cleared away all the shattered remnants scattered across the floor and scrubbed away every trace of blood.

Wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, they discarded the remaining items from the blood-stained house.

As Jimmy pulled his phone from his pocket, he felt it buzz in his hand. Glancing at the screen, he noticed a message from Genesis, and he realized she must be anxious about his absence throughout the day.

Gigi🤍: Hey Bo I was seeing if you okay haven’t heard from you all day hope you’re okay love you ❤️

His heart swelled with warmth at the thought of her caring for him. As he surveyed the tidy house, a result of his long day of cleaning, he glanced at the clock and realized he would be home later than expected. He noticed Jey and Jacari diligently taking out the trash and organizing their bags.

Thank goodness he had showered and tossed his bloodstained clothes into the trash to incinerate them, preventing any foul odors from lingering in his gym bag. As everyone discarded their gloves and masks, Jey ignited the scene by clicking the lighter and dousing the trash cans with gasoline before setting it all ablaze.

“Fuck, I wasn’t expecting to be doing this all night.” Jey said.

“Yeah me neither but we had to clean up the evidence so we wouldn’t get caught up in some shit with the police.” Jimmy responded as Jey nodded his head.

Jimmy let out a big yawn, cracking his knuckles and stretching his neck as he reached for his duffle bag, mirroring the actions of everyone around him.

“Did Gigi text you? She’s probably worried about you” Jacari asked.

Jimmy nodded his head, “yeah she did, I just texted her telling her I’m on the way home she’s probably gonna be pissed.”

His twin brother chuckled at him while shaking his head, “hell yeah she is look at you, you busted up again and then you got a stab wound on your left rib of course she’s gonna be pissed uce.”

With a cheeky grin, Jimmy flashed his brother the middle finger, prompting Jacari to laugh at their silliness as he playfully jangled his keys on his fingers, signaling for them to move along as they all trailed out the door.

Jacari held a blunt, requesting Jey to spark it up for him. Jey obliged, and after taking a few puffs, Jacari handed it over to Jey and Jimmy.

After a grueling day of cleaning and disposing of bodies, they craved this moment. Jimmy exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air, letting the weed wash over him, prompting a deep sigh before he handed it back to Jacari in their shared rotation.

“This some good shit Cari.”

“Yeah, my weed man has the best weed on the block. I should give you his phone number. Hit him up sometime he can do deliveries too while you're on the road.”

“That would be great for sure.”

“A’ight I’ll let him know, he needs new clients anyways.” They kept sharing the joint, exhaling clouds of smoke into the night as they gazed at the stars twinkling in harmony, savoring the gentle breeze before departing from the apartment complex.

Jacari returned Jimmy to his family's home before heading to the hotel where Jey was staying. As Jimmy unlocked the door with the spare key that Genesis's mother had given him earlier that day, he noticed the kitchen light was still on.

He carefully wiped his shoes on the mat before stepping into the house. It was then that he noticed her father dozing on the couch as he gently closed the door, making his way upstairs to the bedroom where he and Genesis were currently staying.

As he reached the door, he pressed his ear against it, expecting silence and thinking she was asleep. However, when he opened the door, he found her immersed in music, her headphones snugly in place.

Completely absorbed in her phone, she failed to notice him as she tapped her feet to the loud music blaring through her headphones. He strolled by, casually tossing his duffle bag beside the dresser while shedding his shirt and shoes.

Genesis's gaze fell upon the stab wound on his left rib, prompting her to set her headphones aside and focus on him. She was aware he had been in trouble, but she chose not to press him about it as she rose from the bed and moved towards her purse to gather what she needed.

He observed her every action, from rising from the bed to rummaging through her purse. He presumed she was angry with him for getting into trouble, as usual, but this time the atmosphere felt distinctly different from previous instances of his missteps.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, gently guiding him to sit down. As she cradled his chin with her delicate fingers, she noticed his split lip once more, but her main worry was the stab wound on his left rib.

Genesis picked up a needle and thread, along with peroxide, cotton balls, and a bandage wrap. She soaked a cotton ball in peroxide and started to clean his wound, making him wince at the sting of the stubble as he looked down at her.

Jimmy gazed at her profile, his lips moist with anticipation, as he observed her meticulously wiping away the dried blood from his wound.

After tending to his injury, she deftly threaded the needle, carefully inserting it into the small opening and tying a knot as she skillfully stitched Jimmy back together.

Her attention was entirely on ensuring his well-being, completely oblivious to the way he gazed at her with those alluring eyes, igniting a fire within her that left her damp and yearning.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Genesis said.

“Like what? I’m just looking at you baby.” Jimmy gently cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his in the midst of their conversation.

He gently brushed his thumb across her cheek and then her lips, allowing her to carry on with her task, a sly grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the mischievous impact he had on her.

After carefully stitching him up, she secured the bandage around his waist before rising from her knees. She then moved towards her purse, methodically placing everything back inside and zipping it closed.

Genesis turned to find Jimmy before her, his height casting a shadow as she gazed up at him, while he looked down with a curious expression.

He took in her entire ensemble, his lips moistening in the soft glow of the bedroom light—his hands gripped her hips, gently kneading as she encircled his neck with her arms, gazing intently into his deep chocolate brown eyes.

“You mad at me baby?” His voice was deep and raspy.

She shook her head before speaking, “No, I’m not mad at you Bo. I just wanted you home.”

What truly mattered to her was his presence at home. She was indifferent to his activities, as long as he returned to her. With a firm grip around her throat, Jimmy pressed his lips against hers, and they lost themselves in a fervent kiss.

Their teeth collided while their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace, filled with moans and groans, as Genesis playfully tugged at the chain hanging around his neck.

And his hands were cupping both of her ass cheeks He pressed his rigid arousal against her thigh, making her acutely aware of the effect she had on him.

“Look at what you’ve done to me mama, you feel that shit? This is all you baby.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

Her hand slid down, grasping him with a gentle caress that made him flinch at her unexpected touch. They paused for a moment, then dove back into the kiss, their warm saliva mingling as Jimmy started to step backward toward the bed.

He gently pulled at her shirt, assisting her in removing it over her head, along with her booty shorts, leaving her clad only in her panties as the back of his leg brushed against the edge of the bed.

With a tender tug, he helped her lift her shirt over her head, followed by her snug booty shorts, leaving her in just her panties as the back of his leg grazed the bed's edge.

He gently shifted her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds as she tangled her fingers in his curls. When he slipped two fingers inside her, a gasp escaped her lips, mingling with their kiss.

She tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering as his fingers plunged in and out, skillfully teasing her g-spot again and again. When he finally withdrew, a soft whimper escaped her lips, a sound of longing for the sensation he had just taken away.

He withdrew from the kiss, his eyes locked on hers as he savored her sweetness lingering on his fingers.

“C’mere.” He grasped her ankles, drawing her legs close to her hips as he teased his arousal against her glistening softness, his gaze locked onto hers. Genesis shivered as he pressed his enticing tip against her, causing her to flinch in response.

She inhaled sharply, gripping him tightly as he entered her halfway, then began to deliver his slow, deep thrusts.

Midway through, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably as he showered her with soft kisses across her body, trying to distract her from the intense sensations coursing through her.

“actin’ like you ain’t take this dick before baby, open them legs more fo’ me princess.” Jimmy grunted.

She complied by spreading her legs wider, allowing him to explore various angles while being inside her. Jimmy playfully swirled his tongue around her nipples, sucking gently before pulling away with a satisfying 'pop' sound from his lips.

He seized her tightly by the throat, thrusting his hips forward as he locked his gaze onto her. "There you go mama, give it to me baby," He cooed.

“O-ohh, fuck. Jimmy.” She fumbled over her words, her eyes tightly shut.

He increased his pace slightly, allowing him to make love to her gently, even if it felt nonsensical. Her breaths turned uneven in response.

“Look at me baby, lemme see yo’ pretty eyes baby.” Genesis followed his instructions, her eyes wide open as she looked up at him, captivated by his actions.

She whispered his name gently, her lips curling inward as her hands explored every inch of his body. A deep desire surged within her, urging him to taste her and bring her to the brink of ecstasy, longing to release herself completely over him.

With one hand still tightly clutching her throat, he seized one of her legs and thrust forcefully, driving himself deeper into her slick core.

“Fuckkk, J-Jimmy.” She whined while seeing a smirk appear on his lips.

“What baby? What?” He taunted her as she tried pushing him on his stomach.

She attempted to shove him back by his abdomen, but the intensity was overwhelming as he began to thrust deep within her soft depths.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this dick.” His voice rumbled with a deep growl as he thrust into her, leaning in for a passionate, messy kiss.

His tongue danced within her mouth while her nails clawed at his back, and the only sounds that filled the air were the soft moans and the rhythmic slaps of their bodies colliding amidst their passionate kisses.

As the air grew heavy with the scent of desire and a refreshing breeze wafted from the air conditioning, he found the pain bearable, having endured far worse that night with whatever he had experienced.

“This my fucking pussy baby?” Jimmy grumbled under his breath, receiving a soft hum from her in response, but it wasn't the reply he sought, prompting him to give her a playful slap on the thigh.

He wanted Genesis to say it, he wanted it to come out from her lips saying that it was his.

“Y-yes Bo, it’s yours.” Genesis muttered softly.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you baby?” Jimmy thrust deeper into her, captivated by the sight of her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

She felt herself unraveling under his touch, as if his caresses were driving her to the brink of madness. “It’s yours Bo, it’s all yours.” It seemed as though he was deeply embedded within her, causing her thoughts to blur and fade away.

“Come ride this shit.” At that moment, he withdrew, leaving her perched on his lap. Genesis lifted herself and positioned him at her entrance again, then slowly descended onto him. The sensation of fullness was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

He gazed at her, his lower lip tucked in, as Genesis rhythmically moved up and down on him, gripping his shoulders for balance. His hands firmly held her hips in place.

“Shit, Gigi.” Jimmy lets out a low groan, captivated as she gradually takes him in, savoring every moment. “Keep bouncing on this shit, make daddy nut.”

His praises will consume her; hearing him speak to her in that manner, whispering his name as he fills her completely, is an intoxicating obsession.

He was her addiction.

Genesis was becoming accustomed to his stature, and his name rolled off her tongue with such ease that she found herself lost in the moment. Jimmy's hands roamed my body; being with her felt intoxicating, as if he would lose his mind without her presence.

She sensed his hands firmly clutching her backside, delivering a playful slap while he let out a satisfied groan.

“Taking me so well baby.” He whispers, his voice gravelly and profound, nearly lulling her into a trance. "I run this shit mama? Tell me who runs this shit."

She kept rhythmically bouncing on him, her hips swirling in a slow, deliberate motion as if inscribing her name on him. He let out a low curse, his head falling back against the couch in surrender. Leaning closer, she whispered into his ear, "Mhm..." she continued on “you run this shit daddy only you.”

With his hands firmly clutching her hips, he expertly led her through a rhythm that ignited her deepest desires, while a primal growl emanated from his chest, charged with intensity. Each movement of her hips only intensified his longing for her.

The atmosphere around them had become dense with nothing but heat and desire, as each kiss and moan they shared flowed directly from their lips.

He grunts, “c’mon mamas.” breaking the kiss to signify that she belongs to him and him alone. “Continue to bounce on this dick for me baby, such a good girl for me.”

As he marked her skin like a vampire, she let out a hiss of pain. Genesis felt a tightening in her abdomen, and he picked up on it, teasing her clit with his thumb as she swayed her hips.

“Make a mess on me princess.” he whispers softly, urging. "Wet my dick my up Gigi.”

His support and the way he skillfully worked his thumb on her clit felt almost magical, as if she were living in a fairy tale, leaving her utterly unable to maintain her composure.

“Fuck Bo! It’s coming ohhh fuck it’s coming!”

The head of his member was consistently and effortlessly stimulating her g-spot, making her body tremble and her nails dig into his shoulders, prompting her to cry out in ecstasy—shouting his name.

Her moist, soft interior enveloped him tightly as he let out a groan, "Yes mama, my little princess," pounding up into her. "Look at you making a mess all over this dick.”

Her body trembled from the powerful climax she had just experienced, leaving her feeling incredibly sensitive. His grip on her hips grew firmer as he thrust into her recklessly, desperately seeking his release, which caused her to sob uncontrollably.

"Un-Un, don't do that shit, take it," He snarls with clenched teeth, gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts into her sensitive core, savoring the sound of her muffled cries. "Imma paint all over yo' pretty ass face, you think you deserve daddy's nut baby?"

“Y-yes daddy, give me all your kids daddy.” She whimpered softly, nestling her head against his neck while she pressed against him, every nerve in her body tingling with overwhelming sensations. "I want it daddy, I want it."

As he withdrew from her, he drew her face nearer to him, releasing a deep, primal groan while he began to pleasure himself, letting his warm, thick essence spill onto her face, her tongue eagerly tasting the mix of sweetness and bitterness of his release.

He mutters, "Fuck," as he watches the last of his nut trickle out of his tip, his tattered chest heaving up and down.

With a warm smile, she watched him rise from the bed, stretching his limbs before he sauntered off to grab a cloth to gently wipe her face.

Genesis felt a strange numbness in her legs as she heard his footsteps drawing near. He approached with a warm cloth in hand, gently wiping her face clean.

“You okay Gigi?” He asked.

Genesis stifled a yawn, her eyes still heavy as she began to reply. “nigga you tired me out tonight and now I’m more sore than ever.” She said as he chuckled at her.

“Well I guess the cookie jar was open after you told me earlier that it was closed baby.” He snatched the rag from her grasp and tossed it into the pile of dirty laundry beside the dresser.

He nestled between her legs, resting his head on her stomach as they both found comfort in the bed together. Her fingers gently massaged his curls, prompting a deep sigh from him, a reminder of how much he had longed for this moment.

As his lips pressed against her stomach, a wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to shudder with delight, all while she tenderly massaged his scalp.

“You gonna lemme’ kiss on your tummy when you have my baby?” Jimmy asked, gazing up at her.

She glanced down at him with a smile on her face as she nodded her head, “ of course that way our baby could feel your love as much as I do.” Genesis said.

—

As Jimmy lay peacefully snoring on her stomach, she admired his handsome features, gently running her fingers through his curls. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, drawing her attention. She carefully reached for it, trying not to disturb the serene slumber of Jimmy resting on her.

Noticing it was Carmelo reaching out, she arched an eyebrow at the late-night messages flooding her Instagram, wondering what could possibly prompt him to text her at such an hour.

carmelohayes: Hey mamas you up?

She didn’t want to reply to him but her curiosity got the best of her so decided to text him back.

gigispovv: wtf you want boy?

carmelohayes: damn that’s how you text a nigga girl? Must be with yo’ nigga huh?

She rolled her eyes knowing where this was finna go within seconds.

gigispovv: yes I am actually if you keep texting me I won’t hesitate to show him these messages on IG so whatchu want?

carmelohayes: girl I’m tryna get know you

gigispovv: well I’m not so leave me tf alone Melo

carmelohayes: Jimmy’s dick can’t be that good Genesis

gigispovv: it is so pipe it down like deadass

carmelohayes: i can pipe down something alright

That’s when her eyes went wide open as Carmelo sent her a picture of his nine inch cock she wanted to throw up so bad looking at it.

carmelohayes: you like? I know it’s much more bigger than his

gigispovv: are you fucking insane? The fuck is wrong with you sending me this shit?

carmelohayes: cmon mama yk you like this shit

gigispovv: i fucking don’t actually, I like my niggas better

She sensed Jimmy stirring in his slumber, his head transitioning from her belly to her neck, burying his face against her skin while enveloping her in his powerful embrace—his snores resonating loudly.

carmelohayes: he don’t know what to do with all of that baby girl

gigispovv: actually he does see you pissing me off entirely Melo when he beats your ass bc your stupid ass don’t listen you gon’ stop messing with me

carmelohayes: he not gonna do shi to me baby girl stop playing with me and show me sum

gigispovv: [ sent attachment of a meme] nigga fuck you the only person who gets these things are my nigga so stop texting me

carmelohayes: you think you funny huh?

gigispovv: indeed so leave me tf alone bitch

carmelohayes: aight i gotchu when i see you at work

gigispovv: not if my nigga around me your ass is gonna be grass or 6ft underground im tryna warn you that my nigga is crazy so keep it tf cute 🤙🏽

To safeguard against any potential deletion, Genesis took the initiative to capture screenshots of the messages, ensuring she documented every detail from start to finish.

In the morning, she was absolutely determined to reveal everything to Jimmy, fully aware that he would be furious. However, she understood that it was crucial to inform him, as keeping it a secret would only make matters worse.

She set her phone aside and wrapped her arms around Jimmy's warm back, feeling him shiver at her icy touch, prompting him to mumble something softly.

“Baby, your hands is cold mama.” He mumbles softly.

“Oh, sorry Bo.” She gently murmurs, planting a tender kiss on his forehead while cocooning them in the warm blankets.

She embraces him once more, pulling his warm body close as they drift off to sleep, their heartbeats synchronizing and their breathing patterns harmonizing perfectly.

Embracing their scents.

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: you know you love that shi from me baby 🥴 and what happened mamas? 🤨

jadecargill replied to your story: who is we talking about in the second pic??

americannightmarecody replied to your story: who is we talking about here Gigi?

uceyjucey replied to your story: Melo? Again Gigi?

carmelohayes replied to your story: now you wanna diss mama? Cmon now

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: WHO WE DISSING GIGI???

jackieredmond replied to your story: OOOP???😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: IK WHO SHE DISSING HES SO DESPERATE BRO 😭😭

GUARDED

a/n: one body two more to go, melo better proceed with caution like seriously bc Jimmy is coming for him.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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saleeba · 2 years ago

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fool ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)

a/n ♡ she's baaaack :D but first☝🏽alexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "you’re a goddess but i’m a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy 🫶🏽💗 WAIT P.S this isn’t proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didn’t wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again … im sorry for any mistakes :’)

you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friends’ groupchat — phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.

on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off.

it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchat’s golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.

it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. you’d been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.

instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesn’t that seem too desperate?

no, right? i’m just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. you’re arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if it’d come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.

with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative ‘i’m up for it!’, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how you’re going to handle seeing him in person.

a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.

jude 🌟: heyy i’m so glad you can make it tomorrow :)

jude 🌟: can’t wait to see you!! ❤❤

he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts… the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldn’t have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldn’t have just left the end of the messages with a ‘x’ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing you’d seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad.

you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.

you: can’t wait to see you too! ❤

you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more – more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. it’s pathetic really; you hadn’t seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets you’d been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.

***

and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and you’re whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends.

as soon as you step your high heels into the building, you’re met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.

“finally, girls. you took your time!” one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.

“oh god, what have we missed?” you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for.

“nah, you’re just in time because… first round’s on mister madrid!”

the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now – graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.

“yeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,” he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. “help us out, will ya, y/n?”

you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. “uh… uh-huh, yeah, of course.” you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.

he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. there’s an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you aren’t normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that he’d be eligible to talk for england if he wasn’t already playing football for them. he’d retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and you’d dryly reply with a ‘well, they’re too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!’ the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didn’t expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other – there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.

“soo, how have you been, then?” you’re both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in jude’s direction to indicate that yes, it is him that you’re talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way you’re positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. “how’s la vida española?”

jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since he’s still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.

“yeah, it’s been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,” jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you can’t help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. “i miss you, though, y’know… a lot.”

this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it.

you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting “ugh…”, jude’s face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.

“oh my god, you dickhead, i’m joking,” how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now you’d transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well – you’re quietly proud of yourself. “i missed you too, jude… a lot.” you coyly repeat his words.

upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that you’re both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.

***

not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, you’re all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way you’re strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from what’s clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.

“i’ll come with you,” jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. “i’m fine, i’m okay.” he assures nobody that asked.

the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. jude’s soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though.

“uhm, where are we going?” you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldn’t walk in a simple straight line to get to where you’d planned to go. “jude?”

he’s silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where he’s leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you weren’t strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you can’t help but feel so keenly anticipative.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. “am i okay to do this?” he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy ‘you can do whatever you want to me’.

instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that they’re left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.

his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until you’re both consumed by each other.

it’s a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but it’s oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, he’s so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel.

you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before you’re both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.

you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. “i-i’m sorry,” you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests.

your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them you’re not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that you’ll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell they’re confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.

you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you can’t stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did – you don’t know if it’s the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like there’s no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again.

the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journey’s fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like you’ve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.

the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.

***

you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and jude

you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that he’s already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you don’t dare to do it anymore.

running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.

a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as you’re organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what you’re doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one o’clock. you don’t recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late.

trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole – anything to escape the confrontation that you’re now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry.

“j-jude, hi,” you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”

your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. “y/n… sorry, can i come in?”

you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head.

“uhm, i’m sorry for turning up unannounced, and so late…” ever the courteous. “i had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.” he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.

you cut off his rambling with a curt “what do you want, jude?” you don’t mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home.

“right, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,” he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. “i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i haven’t stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-i’m sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably don’t even feel the same bu-”

you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you can’t bear holding back your real emotions, not when he’s practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.

“no, jude, i didn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost can’t believe the words leaving your mouth right now. “i wanted it to happen, i’m glad it happened, you know, i think i’ve had dreams about it happening,” you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. “i really like you, jude, i have for a long time… god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you return to making light of the situation you’ve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up.

jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.

he can’t help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,” your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. “i’m a fool for not telling you sooner… i like you, y/n, i really like you.” he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision.

“can i kiss you?” the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.

jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.

he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.

“please take me to the bedroom,” you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. there’s no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.

he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you don’t trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs.

once they’re cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now.

“need to get you ready, baby,” the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where there’s a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.

“jude, please,” you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely.

he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.

jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions – which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy.

you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course don’t want this to be the only part but you’re still so very grateful, so fucking grateful he’s now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of jude’s.

“fuck, baby,” jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. “feel so good and tight around my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my dick.”

his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release.

“please, jude, i’m so close,” you’re warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. “god, please, i need it,”

jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. “no way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,” he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste.

“move up the bed for me, angel,” he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like they’ve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . “good girl,” he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. “are you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?”

the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadn’t been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once.

“i’m more than okay with this,” you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. “and yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.”

jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.

“oh my god!” the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions.

jude’s mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter – the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.

a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. you’re amazed at how his cock doesn’t relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when he’s so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.

“there,” he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. “now, there’s no doubt that you’re really mine.” the smile he gives you is a killer.

you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that it’s all too much for you, that you’re so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure that’s you gone now; you’re more willing to put the boy above your own needs because you’re down that fucking bad for him.

“fuck, jude, i’m gonna cum!” you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. you’re frantically chanting “please, please, please” into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones.

“go on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,” he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you don’t need his permission, he would’ve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, would’ve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering – he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up himself.

a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude can’t handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. you’re still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which you’re finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he can’t help but breathe like he hasn’t had access to air for the past hour.

he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you can’t stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail.

the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but it’s the most comfortable silence you’ve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.

after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct – you want full attention on him.

“i don’t want this to be a one-time kinda thing, y’know,” he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.

“what, is this your way of saying you want round two already?” you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.

“shut up,” he delivers a poke to your side. “i mean, well, i don’t want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i just…” you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. “i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.”

you’re nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if they’re real or if you’re simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.

you let out a laugh that’s an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying “yes, yes, of course” to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion you’re both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each other’s mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.