#can you tell I wanted to do Jude with the boot humping prompt but was foiled because he doesn't wear boots?

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 8 | Humiliation - Jude

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 1.2k

18+, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, public stimulation, shoe humping, brief victim blaming from Jude (nothing far off from canon), sub reader

“Can’t believe ya were stumblin’ in the middle of a wolf den. Bein’ at the mercy of dangerous men get you off?” Jude scoffed. He walked with you by an abandoned warehouse, on the way back to Crown Castle.

“No!” Your ears burned and you glared down at the ground. Your fists pressed against your sides.

“If that ain’t what it was, tell me why you fell flat on yer face during a mission. When I told you to stay back.”

“They weren’t watching me and I saw an opening. I was trying to help.”

He rolled his eyes a bit. “Well, ya got their attention if that’s what ya were tryin’ to do. Imagine what woulda happened if I hadn’t been there to punch their lights out.” He got a look in his eyes and grinned. “I’d say ya owe me.”

You nearly froze. Your heart dropped past your stomach and to your groin. This was either going to be labor or humiliation, the latter which always got you hot and bothered against your will. And it only ever made you feel more embarrassed. Either way this was going to be torture.

You could feel his judgmental stare on you.

“Blushin’ already? I haven’t even done anythin’ yet.” He stepped closer to you. “What indecent shit are ya imaginin’?” 

He followed each step you took back, until your back hit the wall. He put his arm on the wall and leaned in. His face was so close. You could smell him, you could feel the heat coming off of him. You stared into his eyes. Your racing heart was going to give you away.

“Tch. I asked you a question. Ya braindead already?”

“N-no.”

“Not very convincin’.” He pressed his knee between your legs, guaranteeing no escape. “What cha gonna do when some villain has ya pinned and all you can do is stare with a blush on yer face?”

You stuttered, trying to think of something to say, but blanked. “Well, you’re making it hard to think.”

“You’ll needta be able to think, or else I’ll be able to do whatever I want with ya.”

A jolt of heat went between your legs.

He rolled his eyes. “Yer supposed to fight bac-” His eyes caught on your face and he stared with shock. It quickly shifted to annoyance. “Are ya actually gettin’ turned on?”

“N-no.”

You turned your face away and tried to fight back. You tried to move to push him off. Which made your groin slide against his knee. A moan tumbled out of your lips before you could even stop it.

The both of you froze. Your blood rushed in your ear and just stared at the ground. Neither of you moved a muscle. You blinked. Maybe he didn’t hear it?

“What the hell?”

Shit.

His thumb went under your jaw and pushed your chin up. Forcing you to look into his eyes. Your face was burning.

“Did ya like that?” he smirked. There was something else beneath his eyes that made you nervous.

You stared at him wide eyed. You couldn’t say anything. Not anything that would make it better.

His fingers brushed against your neck. “Moanin’ like a slut.” His knee pressed into you harder. “Ya think that’ll stop the bad guys.” He rubbed it against you. “What cha gonna do when some creep is doing this to you and all you can do is moan.”

You bite back another moan. Trying your best to meet his gaze still. “Fuck you.”

“Ya say that like ya don’t like it. Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing would come out. Maybe you should say that, but it wasn’t the truth. And you didn’t want to say it.

“Tch. Hopeless little…” he muttered to himself. 

He took your hand and pulled you inside the warehouse. His face got close to yours  and he stared you down. Your heart hammered in your chest. He grinned.

“Ya wanna get off?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” He lifted a hand and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I wanna get off.” You didn’t want to play any more games.

It felt like your face was overheating. Your breath was heavy as you forced yourself to look into his eyes.

He smirked. “Ain’t that so? Well, ya can hump my shoe like a dirty slut.”

Your eyes went wide and your sex throbbed. “Excuse me?”

“Ya heard me. Last offer.”

With a pout you got down. You hid a smirk as you looked up at the look of shock on his face. That you actually did it and positioned yourself on his shoe and grinded down on it. Your smugness quickly faded. You tried to hide a gasp at how it dragged across you. The hard tip pushed into where you needed it and gave just the right stimulation. You were actually doing it. You were actually grinding on Jude’s shoe.

He tilted his toe up into you just enough. A moan tore from your mouth. Your hands gripped onto his pants.

“What cha makin’ such a lewd face for? If I didn’t know better I’d say ya enjoyed this. Tch Really are hopeless.”

You bit your lip. His words only made the heat in you worse. 

“You’re so mean.”

“Then stop. Ya can walk away feelin’ all needy, right?”

You knew you couldn’t.

Your head pressed against his leg as you kept going. Gripping tight. Hips bucking into the toe of his shoe. The burning in your face only made you closer.

Tears pricked in your eyes. Your breathing grew heavy and erratic, mixed with moans as he kept tapping his foot up into you.

His fingers found their way to your chin again. His touch light but firm as he made your wet eyes look up at him again. He smiled. Your heart nearly melted.

He chuckled. “What a cute face.”

Somehow that was the final push to send you over the edge. A final pulse of pleasure and embarrassment that this was what made you cum, before your nerves were flooded. You would have buried your face into the leg of his pants were his hand not still there. Instead he watched every expression as your face twisted in pleasure.

You could feel how wet your underwear was against his shoe. You still clenched and throbbed around nothing as you came down.

In the middle of catching your breath, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. You would have stumbled over again if he hadn’t caught you by the waist. Your eyes met his and there was something that made you pause. There was a strange look in his eyes. His thumb smoothed over your hip slowly.

His expression shifted back into his default and he let you go. He turned on his heels and started to walk, letting you follow behind.

“C’mon. We hafta get back eventually.”