#sinclaiirs baby blurbs

[judeswhore]

i want him.

“it’s wonky.” jude pouted dramatically at you through the reflection in the mirror, fingers tugging at the black material of his bow tie. there was a slight tremor in his hands, one you would have missed if you weren’t completely focused on him, and it sent a painful ache through your chest. “why won’t it sit right?”

“c’mere.” setting your lipstick down on the dressing table you made your way across the room, met your boyfriend halfway when he turned around and felt a smile tug the corner of your mouth. despite the wonky tie he looked gorgeous, the white fitted shirt stretched tight across his chest. if this wasn’t such an important event you would’ve dragged him straight back to bed.

the second you stopped in front of him he settled his hands on your waist, large palms warm through the thin material of your dress, fingers pulling you a little closer until only a few inches separated you. there was a glint of excitement in his eyes, paired with a flicker of nervousness and that ever present heat that always lingered when he was looking at you and it made your skin prickle. you shifted a little and raised your hands to fix his tie.

“you have no patience, y’know that?”

“i’ve been trying to fix it for like ten minutes.” he argued, pout still set in place, so ridiculously adorable you just had to press up and kiss it away. jude made a happy noise in the back of his throat. one of his hands smoothed over your lower back and he pulled you even closer, hips flush together.

he watched you work in silence for a few seconds, his gaze heavy as he flickered it over your face, down your neck and even further along the plunge of your dresses neckline. his attention was like the drag of his finger, featherlight but enough to make your heart race with need. you tweaked the material one last time before patting his chest and flashing him a smile.

“all done.” you told him, palms brushing across his shoulders and down his arms, smoothing down his shirt as you went along. or at least that’s what you wanted him to think, really you just wanted to feel him up a little. jude flashed his own smile, quick and full of amusement before he dipped his head and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“m’glad you’re here.” he whispered, nose nudging lovingly against yours before he pressed your foreheads together, eyes falling closed for a second. he hummed happily when he felt your hands against his jaw.

“i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.” you mumbled, pushing your own kiss against his lips. ‘i’m proud of you, baby. so proud.” the words made him grin even brighter, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners and you couldn’t stop yourself from pitching forward and smothering his face in kisses.

jude could only laugh, muttering something about getting covered in lipstick marks but he clearly didn’t care enough to make you stop. you only let up when you were sure your lips had met every inch of his face and he knew just how happy you were for him. a final kiss was pressed against his mouth, long and lingering because you didn’t want to pull away.

“i love you, golden boy.” you grinned up at him with those words and watched a shy smile curve his mouth, eyes flashing as he watched you step away from him.

“i haven’t won yet.”

“doesn’t matter. you’ll always be my golden boy whether you have a trophy or not.”

[lost-between-letters]

Another month we survived! Whew that was a long one and a really short one at the same time? Anyway, I've got a few fics to rec for you guys, I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did :)

The fics are sorted by fandom and character. Warnings are added as they are provided.

Happy reading!

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Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Spend The Night by @alloftheimaginesblog

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Warnings: none provided

Summary: You spend the night with Eddie but afterwards, you're unsure of where you stand with him now.

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This Blurb by @ddejavvu

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Eddie Munson

Warnings: none provided

Summary/Request: This might be terrible, but Eddie and Steve relentlessly teasing you because they think the reader has a crush on someone but the crush is them and Eddie is just being pervy about it while Steve is making light hearted jabs like "I know who you like" and the reader freaks out a bit.

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Private Dance by @natti-ice

Pairing: Stripper!Eddie Munson X fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! Alcohol consumption,lap dance, public sex(?) oral f receiving, p in v (unprotected), doggy style, pulling out!

summary: your friends take you out to help relieve stress, they also get you a early birthday present. A private dance from a male stripper.

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Jonathan Byers

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

This Blurb by @kurtkunkles

Warnings: none provided

This Blurb by @luveline

Summary/Request: could you write something where joyce finds out about reader and Jonathan? preferably when they are still living in Hawkins but cali is fine too :)

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Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

Summary/Request: congrats on 24k! can i request bestfriend!jonathon to lovers?

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Steve Harrington

This Blurb by @sinclaiirs

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: drunk!Steve Harrington X drunk!Reader

Summary/Request: What about the soft blurb idea of drunk Steve and drunk reader cuddling on the floor? Love your blog btw!!

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Swimming Pools by @jexnrey

warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, nipple play, praise kink, cursing, brief teasing, dirty talk if you squint, innocence kink, heavy making out, pet names like “baby” and “angel”, no specific timeline in st, mentions of sex, drinking and smoking.

Pairing: Steve Harrington X fem!reader

summary: being alone in the swimming pool with steve harrington in the serene, dark night brought up intense feelings that blossomed into a steamy and passionate night.

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This Blurb by @ddejavvu

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary/Request: Reader and Steve sleeping in the same bed and Reader keeps waking up cold because Steve has pulled all the blankets off of them.

Dean Winchester

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Supernatural

Are You My Girlfriend? by @jawritter

Warning: throws crack and fluff in your face and walks off. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary/Request: Can you tell me a story of where the reader finds dean when he has no memory and helps him/ takes care of him and she gives him pie that he absolutely loves. The rest is up to you. I love all of your stuff! Please and thank you! 😊💖

This Headcanon by @ohwowimlonley

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Sam Winchester

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Summary: Sam sfw Headcanon for her 100 follower celebration

Taken by @cas-kingdom

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Jack Kline

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Summary: The blood of a virgin is needed in many a spell, and Sam and Dean have become accustomed to turning to you. However, after one particular night, they’re about to find out they’re going to have to turn to someone else from now on. And it can’t be Jack.

[judeswhore]

something small and silly based on this

go easy on me i haven’t written in months idk what im doing

your brother's best friend was studiously trying to ignore you as you perched on the kitchen counter, his attention darting over anything that wasn't your bare legs or glossy lips. the quick clench of his jaw made it obvious that his efforts were in vain because jude didn't need to look at you for his heart to thud or his skin to heat, just the fact you were in the room was enough to make his head spin. his reaction to you was addictive and playing with him was more entertaining than anything else you could have planned for the afternoon.

"why're you lazing around in your knickers?" your brother's voice was laced with disdain, his face scrunched in disgust when he entered the kitchen behind jude. at the mention of your underwear jude glanced sideways at you from his spot by the fridge, dark eyes drinking in the yellow bikini you were sporting and you knew he was replaying all the dirty things he'd done to you in it only days before. he blinked slowly as though mesmerised by the material and the way it clung to your skin, still damp and glistening from the pool.

"it's hot." was all you said, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug as you leant back on one hand, the move pushing your boobs a little further out and causing an awkward cough to splutter in jude's throat. it had you smirking, beyond happy knowing you were making him squirm and knowing the more you taunted him in front of his best friend the more likely he was to make you pay when he got you alone.

"well, you’re an eyesore." you rolled your eyes at the insult, bringing the ice lolly you'd previously been sucking on back up to your lips and watched the two boys root through the fridge. "y'might wanna clear off by the way, the rest of the lads are coming over and none of them want to see you like that."

"the only reason your pig headed friends spend any time over here is because they get to see me." you pointed out, tongue darting out to lick the very bottom of the lolly to save the juice threatening to drip over your fingers.

jude, bottle of water tipped halfway towards his lips, narrowed his eyes at you, brows tugging together in an unimpressed scowl that made your tummy dip. you weren't sure if it was a reaction to the comment that his friends were always leering at you or the suggestive way you were mouthing at the icy goodness in your hand but you enjoyed it either way.

while your brother's head was still stuck firmly in the fridge, jude finally let himself admire your half naked body and the heat of his gaze almost felt like the soft drag of his fingertips when he touched you. it made you shiver, a full body tremor that scattered goosebumps over your arms and legs and awakened the soft tug below your bellybutton that you only ever felt around this boy. you shifted a little atop the counter, squeezed your thighs together to dull the sudden ache and watched jude's lips tip upwards, his eyebrows rising in smug satisfaction.

this was suddenly a two player game and there was no way you were letting him win.

"it's nauseating how full of yourself you are." your brother grumbled, throwing a glare at you over his shoulder as he pulled cans and snacks from the fridge, setting them down on the counter next to him before crouching to raid the freezer. jude remained leaning against the counter directly opposite you, not once letting his gaze stray from yours now the other boy was preoccupied.

"if i was full of something, trust me, it wouldn't be myself." you drawled, lighting up when jude gave a soft laugh and shake of his head, mumbling a quiet "jesus christ" that was almost drowned out by your brother's groans of discomfort.

"for once in your life shut the fuck up." he complained, voice a little muffled behind the freezer door. you had no reply to that, too focused on the way jude was watching you, eyes sparkling with unfiltered lust and that usual sprinkle of mischief. you cocked your head to the side and swung your legs out a little, heart thumping unsteadily in your chest when he threw you a lopsided grin.

there was an obvious thrum of energy between you and you hated knowing you'd have to wait until later that night when your brother had fallen asleep before you could have any sort of alone time with him. sneaking around was fun and exciting until you were overcome with the need to kiss him but could do nothing about it. with your brother busy pulling bottles and bbq ingredients from the freezer you took the few moments his back was turned to play with his best friend, to make sure that when he crawled into your bed later that night it was only with the intention of ruining you.

the ice lolly you were sucking softly on was starting to drip over your fingers, red liquid trailing slowly over your skin but you made absolutely no effort to lick it clean just yet. instead you kept your eyes locked on jude's, let it trickle over your fingers before landing on your chest and sliding between the valley of your boobs. for a couple of seconds you simply let it roll over your too hot skin, hyper aware of the other boys gaze following the slow movement, pupils blowing wide as he took in the soft heave of your tits when you drew in a breath.

brown eyes snapped back up to your face, latched onto the playfully innocent smile you'd slapped on your lips as you tried not to laugh and whispered a quiet "oops" that caused jude's jaw to tick. with your gazes locked you used a finger to swipe over the sticky liquid, clearing it as best you could before bringing the same finger up to your lips and sucking it clean, tongue sliding over the skin as though it was jude's finger you were suckling on. you were making a show of it, revelling in the sharp rise and fall of jude's chest, of the dark look on his face and the slight flare of his nostrils.

slowly letting your finger go you flashed another grin, batted your lashes and went back to licking at the ice lolly, knowing fine well the boy opposite you was seconds away from having a meltdown. he narrowed his eyes, hand dropping to adjust his shorts in a way that made your skin flush with heat, a sudden giggle threatening to bubble up your throat.

"behave yourself." despite the fact jude only mouthed the words the air of dominance was obvious, the threat hidden behind his eyes forcing you to, once again, press your thighs together to ease some of the pressure. you swallowed thickly, ran your tongue over your bottom lip to taste the last bit of the strawberry flavour.

“make me.” you challenged silently, staring at him head on as you tried not to show just how badly you wanted him to make you. you were painfully aware of the wet patch that had bloomed at the centre of your bikini bottoms and even more aware of your brother as he finally started to rise from his crouch at the freezer.

the pulse in jude’s neck thrummed, half begging you to drag your tongue across it, to sink your teeth into the soft skin and leave marks that claimed him as yours. instead you arched a single brow before hopping down off the counter, dropping your now used lolly stick into the bin as you headed for the door.

“keep your dogs away from my bedroom.” you warned your brother, knocking your hand against the back of his head when you passed, using that same hand to playing pat jude’s cheek before his best friend could turn around. “see ya later, bellingham.”

you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back, or more likely your arse, as you walked away from him and knew he wasn’t paying any attention to your brother’s ramblings about the plans for the afternoon. a satisfied smirk was settled on your lips because you’d gotten what you wanted.

you’d barely made it to your bedroom door when two large hands caught you by the waist, hard chest flush to your back, hips pressed forward so you could feel just how worked up your little show had gotten your boyfriend. a hot kiss was settled against the curve of your jaw as the two of you half stumbled through your bedroom door, jude using his strength and grip on you to push it shut and pin you against it within seconds.

“always so fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?” he mumbled, fingers skimming your stomach before he let them slide between your legs, pressing lightly over your clit through the thin material of your bikini bottoms until you gasped and arched into him. “now be a good girl and stay quiet f’me and i’ll give you exactly what you wanted.”

[judeswhore]

Yk the trend where girls go up to their bf and just stick their hands out and say nothing? Yeah that but with jude. Going up to him in the living room and sticking your hand out. He’d be so confused and I feel like he’d flip your hand over and kiss it first but when he realizes that you’re a still there he’s pulling out his wallet/asking you if you want money/to go shopping and guilt would just take you up because he’s so sweet and is always offering to buy you something; never letting you leave a store without a bag, lets you order whatever at restaurants, ect.

he’s such an angel

confusion lit up jude’s face when you stopped in front of the sofa, ignored his outstretched arms, which he was clearly expecting you to fall into, and instead held out one of your hands to him. you had your phone in your other hand, recording his reaction for a tiktok trend you’d seen all over the internet and he eyed it a little dubiously. his gaze flickered between your hand and your face, brows drawing together.

“y’alright?” he asked, tone wary because he had no idea what you were expecting from him. his puzzled expression at your lack of reply was adorable and you had to hold back a grin, heart thumping when he finally reached for your hand.

a soft smile curved his lips as he held your fingers, flipped your hand the other way so he could press a light kiss to your skin. his mouth was warm, lips a little chapped because he was always chewing on them but the little action sent a flicker of love through your chest. the idea of the tiktok was to see what his immediate reaction would be if you gave him your hand and you weren’t at all disappointed by the choice he’d made. he gave you another firm kiss before letting go.

“do you wanna-“ jude’s words halted when he realised you were still standing in front of him, your palm once again facing the ceiling. another confused frown twisted his features but this time his eyes bounced to the phone in your other hand and your poorly disguised half smile. you knew he knew something was up but he wasn’t quite sure what, his body shifting on the sofa so he could dig into his back pocket.

“how much do you want? is it for shopping? i can just give you my card if you want it?” he was talking softly, eyes on yours as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, immediately flipping it open to rifle through the few notes he had. you caught sight of a picture of you tucked into the clear pocket, a polaroid he’d taken during one of your trips to greece and a fizzy feeling took off through your blood, love and adoration heavy in your tummy at the man in front of you.

jude deposited a number of notes into your palm, you weren’t sure you wanted to know how much he was so ready to give you, but when you still didn’t move he only went back for more. it wasn’t that you wanted to see how far he’d go, you knew he’d give you everything in there and more without you even asking, just you’d half frozen because he was so willing to hand you money with no questions asked.

“are you going somewhere for lunch?” you watched as he pressed yet another note into your palm, an odd feeling of guilt settling in the pit of your stomach. “if you are i’ll wait and-“

“jude.” you cut him off with a half laugh, switching your phone off and letting it drop to the sofa next to him, your fingers closing around the money in your hand before pushing it back towards him. “you can’t just throw hundreds of pounds at me.”

once again he looked confused, tilting his head as you finally dropped into his lap, thighs settling on either side of his while you started tucking the notes back into his wallet. he watched you with a frown, his hands finding your hips when you let the now closed and full wallet fall onto the cushions. you felt a tug in your chest, feeling strangely guilty about all the things jude gives you and the money he’s always so willing to spend.

this wasn’t the first time he’d handed money off to you, he tries to do it often, pressing notes into your hand when you’re leaving to meet your friends or sending hundreds over to your bank when you’re apart for a few days. sometimes he does it just because he can, money landing in your bank with the note “you’re pretty” because to him that’s a valid reason. he’s also always spoiling you rotten, taking you out to expensive restaurants, buying you jewellery and clothes, heels and bags, so many books he then had to go and buy you a new bookcase.

it was no secret jude liked to spoil and take care of his girl, he was more than happy to do so but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel bad about it, afraid he’d think that’s all you wanted from him. worried he’d sometimes wonder whether you were using him for what he could give you.

“i thought you wanted money?” he questioned, lifting a hand to brush his thumb over your cheek. you leant into the warmth of his palm and shook your head.

“i didn’t want anything, it was a tiktok. i just wanted to see what you’d do if i gave you my hand.” you mumbled softly into the skin of his wrist, kissed the spot before turning your attention back to him. “you give me too much.”

“don’t be ridiculous.”

“jude.”

“what? there’s no such thing. if i wanna treat and spoil my girl then i will, even if it is just for a tiktok.” he tipped his head back against the sofa, soft eyes on your and quirked a smile. “you weren’t expecting me to give you money?”

“i don’t know what i was expecting but it wasn’t you handing over half your wages.” you shook your head, hands sliding up his arms and over his shoulders and watched his eyes roll in mock annoyance. a half glare was your response. “i don’t want you thinking i’m after your money all the time.”

“silly girl.” jude huffed a sigh and gripped your chin, brought your gaze to his and sent you a pointed look. “i don’t think that. i’d never think that because you never ask me for anything. i give you things and buy you things because i want to. because i love you and you deserve everything you want.” he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, let his lips linger a few moments as though to make you really understand his words. then he grinned, his tone turning teasing. “half my wages,” he mocked your words. “i was only gonna give you twenty quid.”

[judeswhore]

I loved your little jealously blurb 😭 but imagine it being the other way around and the whole trip you’re so used to girls hitting on him because most guys don’t go for it when they see you with him until you suddenly get sent these drinks and you’re like ohhh? When the bartender says they’re actually for you and Jude who’s just chilling drops his phone and is like don’t they see I’m right here while trying to locate these guys and you’re like, guess their blind just like all your girlfriends

we lurv jealous jude🤭🤭idk abt this so i hope it’s okay and again it’s a little longer than a normal blurb but yeah

“that feels good.” jude half moaned, head tipped to one side as he let his eyes slip closed. he basked in the feeling of your hands over his back and shoulders, fingers massaging the sun cream into his skin. you were working at the tense muscles and it was making his head spin, relaxation washing over him and making it a little hard to think.

“yeah?” you sounded amused, lips curled into a soft smile at how pliant he’d gone beneath your hands. you were perched behind him on the sofa, up on your knees so you could easily rub the cream into his shoulders and the back of his neck. you still had his chest to do and you wondered if your friends would simply accuse you of feeling him up. you skimmed your palms over his biceps.

“y’should just keep doing this all afternoon.”

“would you pay me?”

“maybe not in money.” there was a teasing lilt to his words and you knew he was smirking, his mind as always in the gutter. it had you rolling your eyes, nipping playfully at the soft skin on the inside of his elbow, more than satisfied when he hissed. “stop being mean.”

“stop being crude.” you argued, slipping your palms across his back, trying not to let your mouth water at the sight of his muscles shifting in the sunlight. jude was beautiful all the time but there was something extra special about summer jude, his prettiness almost doubling when shirtless in the sun.

“i was actually thinking of paying you back by taking you to dinner, maybe you should stop being crude.”

“you’re such a liar.” he only hummed a low acknowledgment at that, peaking his eyes open and craning his head to look at you. you’d worked the suncream completely into his skin but you were still running your hands over him and jude was enjoying the attention a lot more than he probably should. there was something intimate about it, especially when you held his gaze and dug your fingers softly into his shoulder.

“s’that a no to dinner then?”

“you never actually asked me.” jude rolled his eyes, muttered something about you being so high maintenance and raised his eyebrows.

“do you wanna get dinner tonight?”

“yeah, suppose so.”

“you’re so annoying sometimes.” he huffed, reaching his arm out behind him to prod at your side. it had you squirming, a soft giggle tumbling from your lips but before you could throw him a retort, a waiter appeared at the side of the table. he hovered in front of your group of friends, a cocktail tray holding one glass held in his hand. he lifted it in the direction of you and jude.

“a sex on the beach.”

“seriously jude, how many more of those are you gonna buy her before you actually just ask her to shag you on the beach?” your best friend sounded amused, her words eliciting a round of laughter and teasing from the rest of the people settled around the seats. your boyfriend simply flipped her his middle finger, shaking his head at the waiter as the two of you settled properly onto the sofa.

“i didn’t order it. are you sure it’s for us?” he asked, leaning back against the sofa, his arm against the back as his thumb brushed across your shoulder. the waiter followed that movement and a half embarrassed smile tipped his lips.

“uh, yeah. it’s for you,” from over the back of the seats he passed the fruity drink to you before jabbing his finger back in the general direction of the bar. “from the blonde kid at the bar. he said to give it to the pretty girl in the blue bikini.”

at his words more muffled laughter spilled from the group and a half snort got caught in your throat, eyes trailing the bar in search of your buyer. there were multiple blondes gathered in the area, more than a few looking your way so you weren’t exactly sure who it had come from. jude had shifted beside you, lifted a little on the sofa to scour the bar as well.

“are you fucking kidding me?” there was a notch between his brows, annoyance and obvious jealousy colouring his tone and the waiter muttered something quiet before turning away. he clearly didn’t want to wait around for jude to ask him to specifically point out which guy had sent his girl a drink.

“i think you’ve got competition, bro.” one of the lads snickered and jude turned a glare on him, clearly not at all happy. the look on his face made your tummy flutter, stupidly happy that he was jealous. the whole holiday you’d had to sit and watch girls hit on him, send him shots with their numbers hidden under the glasses, accidentally bump into him and spill their drink so they could feel him up under the pretence of cleaning him off. it was nice to have the roles reversed for once. nice to know that jude got just as jealous as you over something that really was insignificant.

“a sex on the beach? seriously? why didn’t he just come over here and ask you to shag him?” he complained, again turning to check the bar. you followed his gaze, admittedly curious about your admirer but jude’s head was in the way and you wondered if he was blocking your view on purpose.

“babe, it’s just a drink.” you tried not to sound amused, free hand settling on his bicep and you rubbed softly, squeezed until he turned his head to you. he met your gaze just as you took a sip from the straw and his mouth swung open, disbelief colouring his features.

“are you seriously drinking it?”

“it was a free drink.”

“it was a proposition.” jude’s voice went up an octave and you had to bite into your cheek to avoid grinning, holding his gaze as you both ignored the buzzing conversation of your friends. they were all trying to find the source of the drink, muttering teasing words about your boyfriends obvious annoyance.

“one that i obviously wasn’t gonna take him up on.” you went to take another sip but jude’s fingers were around the glass, tutting softly as he pulled it away from you. he thrust it in the general direction of the rest of the group.

“noah, drink that.”

“are you being serious right now?” you asked, shifting on the sofa as he again turned his head towards the bar. he was a little more annoyed than you’d originally thought, shoulder tense when you smoothed your hand over it.

“i’m sitting right here. right next to you! you’ve been feeling me up for the past twenty minutes and i was literally kissing you not even ten minutes ago. what made him think he could just send you a drink.” he grumbled low in his throat, arms folding over his chest as he slumped back against the seat. you raised your brows at him.

“maybe he’s as dense as all your girlfriends.” you commented and it earned you a half arsed glare. you blew out a breathy laugh, slid across the seat until you could climb into his lap, straddling him with your thighs on either side of his. “it’s just a drink, jude.”

“it was a sex on the beach.”

“so?” reaching for his arms you unfolded them, took his hands and guided them around your waist until he locked his fingers together at your back. “you’ve been buying me them all day.”

“well, yeah, cause i wanna fuck you on the beach. it’s a proposition.” he was pouting, avoiding your gaze and instead focusing on the necklace that hung just below your throat. a necklace that had his initial on. you ran your hands back up his arms, squeezed his shoulders. “i can’t believe he saw us together and still thought it was a good idea.”

jude turned his head again but your fingers were on his jaw, turning him back to face you with a soft smile. the pad of your thumb swiped over his bottom lip in an attempt to brush away his pout and you leant in to nudge your nose against his cheek.

“you have nothing to be jealous about, y’know?”

“it’s disrespectful.”

“but i love you.” you cupped his jaw in your hands, pressed a kiss to his lips and bumped his nose as you bit back a smile. “it’s cute when you get all jealous though.” you watched his eyes roll, his arms tightening around your waist.

“i’m gonna need you to stop being so pretty.”

“says the one who’s been hit on a million times in the past two days.” you kissed him again, short and sweet, giggled when he tried to chase your mouth for more. “y’know, the beach’ll be pretty empty when that dj set is on tonight.”

jude paused where he’d been kissing the corner of your mouth, pulled his head back to meet your gaze, a certain heat flaring behind his eyes. there was still a crease between his brows and you smoothed it out with your finger, flashed him a somewhat flirty smile.

“you could show me what that proposition is all about.”

[judeswhore]

wait i used the prompt joyful from here for this bc i thought it wld be cute🤭

jude wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezed a little and a pitiful whimper fell from your lips, bled into a loud moan when he shifted his hips and his cock nudged that sweet spot inside of you. he grinned against the sweaty skin on your neck, cocky and lopsided before he bit softly into your flesh. he sucked a mark that had more desperate sounds getting trapped in your throat.

"there it is. s'that the spot, baby?" he teased, smirk evident in his voice because he knew that was the spot. your pussy had clamped down on him, wetness gushing around his cock when the tip pressed repeatedly against it on each rock of his hips. you raked your nails over his shoulders and nodded, pathetic noises spilling past your lips as he picked up his pace.

jude had noticed you'd been particularly loud tonight, louder than you usually were and he loved it, each whine and whimper making his cock throb. his free hand found your thigh and he pressed it open a little more, gave himself more room to push deeper inside of you, fill you up just that little bit more. you were clinging tight to his shoulders, nails marking up his back, teeth sinking into his skin whenever you could reach it. everything about the sex tonight was raw and desperate, both of you needy and worked up.

“m’gonna- oh- you’re gonna make me cum, jude. please, please, don’t stop,” your voice cracked, a high keening sound filling the room as jude brushed his fingers over your clit, slowed his pace to make sure you felt all of his cock. “fuck, d-don’t stop, please.”

“m’not gonna stop, baby, gotta make sure my girl feels good. s’what you deserve, yeah? y’deserve to cum on my cock for being such a good girl.”

jude nosed at your jaw, dragged the tip of it across your skin before he was dipping his head and flicking his tongue over your peaked nipple. it coaxed another high whine from you, a noise that made his cock twitch, his own orgasm creeping up on him. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, let go of your throat to tease the other with his thumb, his hips rolling expertly into yours. the sound of skin against skin and the slickness between your thighs was almost as loud as your moans, the bedroom noisier than it ever was.

“jude,” you gave a half sob, nails sinking into the back of jude’s neck as you shook beneath him, thighs quivering against his hips. you let out an extra filthy whine and he couldn’t stop his breathless laugh, a grin forming on his lips as he pulled away from your nipple with a wet pop.

glancing at you he watched a crease form between your brows, lips turning pouty as his hips drew to a slow stop. despite still looking hazy and fucked out, your expression was one of offence and jude knew his affectionate laugh had been taken the wrong way.

“did you just laugh at me?” you asked, breathless, voice a little harsh from your keening sounds and his lips quirked even more at that.

“no, well, yeah but not ‘cause of anything bad. y’just being really loud tonight.”

jude shifted up onto his forearm, pressed it into the mattress beside your head, his hand cradling the top of your hair and used his other to softly stroke over your cheek. your skin was hot and sweaty and he swiped a stray tear from the corner of your eye with a loving smile. his cock was still nestled deep inside you and he felt your pussy flutter when he dipped to kiss you, fingers slipping to cradle your jaw. your gaze was still a little unfocused when you blinked at him, chest heaving beneath his and he knew he’d just about fucked you dumb. he kissed you again, softer this time.

“y’alright? still feels good?” he didn’t really need to ask, the noises and your pleas were an obvious indication it was more than good but he always needed to check in. you nodded, face twisting into a look of embarrassment as you tipped your head towards jude’s hand, nuzzled into his palm and kissed his wrist. your hips shifted under his, lifting so you could grind your clit against his skin and a low moan rumbled in his chest, cock pulsing inside you. “need me to make you cum?”

“please.” you begged, lashes fluttering as you nodded fervently. jude could only grin, kissing your jaw before sliding his hand along your arm, fingers finding yours where they were clinging to his shoulder. he locked them together, brought them to the mattress beside your head and pressed them down, used that grip for leverage as he slowly pulled his cock from your tight walls.

he pressed back in with one quick thrust, filled you up again and let go of his own soft moan when your pussy swallowed him whole. his eyes were locked to your face and he watched your brows pinch in pleasure, your teeth sink into your bottom lip in an attempt to keep in any noises as jude adopted a quick, almost brutal pace. each snap of his hips had you jolting up the bed, fingers squeezing tight around his but you refused to let any sounds filter through your lips. it had him frowning and tutting in disappointment, his arm shifting so he could press his thumb to your lip and pull it free.

“don’t go all shy on me now, angel. wanna hear how good it feels.” he fucked you a little harder, angled his hips to hit that spot again and you let out a surprised whimper, quiet at first, hesitant almost. jude grinned. “there she is. c’mon, gimme some more.”

you did, lips going loose as he pressed you into the mattress, cock fucking in and out of you at a dizzying pace. his own lips found your nipple again, teeth sinking into it teasingly and the dam broke, your moans and whimpers like music to his ears as your pussy squeezed and gushed around him.

“good fucking girl.”

there was no hope of you being quiet after that.

[judeswhore]

being on holiday with jude and his/ur friends and ur lounging around on some seats and ur kinda tired from the day so ur laying down with ur head on jude’s lap. there’s a bunch of girls that have spotted him and end up sending shots over to him with a little message asking if he and his friends want to join them and ur laying there all pouty and annoyed

this blurb ended up being longer than intended🤭🤭 icl i’d be sooooo mad i changed the message so i hope that’s okay!

“y’want these?” jude asked, fingers dangling the pair of white sunglasses he’d been wearing all day just above your face. one of the arms hit the tip of your nose and he grinned when you scrunched it in response, peaking one eye open at him. he’d noticed the notch between your eyebrows that had appeared due to the sun despite the fact your eyes were closed and he was worried you’d end up with a headache.

you were sprawled out on the sofa he was sitting on, your head using one of his thighs as a pillow and if it wasn’t for the sun blaring down on you, you probably would’ve fallen asleep already. unlike your boyfriend, the heat and cocktails (and ridiculously late night) had warn you out and the only thing you wanted at that moment was a nap. you would’ve gone back to your room if it wasn’t for the fact your friends would’ve accused you of being a bore.

reaching up you took the sunglasses, placed them over your eyes with a satisfied hum. “you’re an angel.” you tapped your hand lovingly against his cheek and giggled when he playfully tried to bite at your fingers, tugged away from him before he could cause any damage.

“hm, your little pouty face was killing my vibe.”

“you love my little pouty face, don’t be a liar.” you wriggled a little in your spot, pressed your head further into his thigh as your eyes slipped closed again. “wake me up when you’re getting dinner?” you asked and he muttered his agreement, biting back a smile at how quickly you’d gotten comfortable on him. he knew you’d be asleep in less than five minutes.

jude let his arm shift over you so he could press his hand against your stomach, fingers starting a slow trail across your skin. he brushed them from the band of your bikini bottoms up to your chest, back and forth in soothing movements, his touch soft and loving. falling back into conversation with his friends, his fingers didn’t stop, the act of touching an unconscious decision but one that brought comfort to you both. teasing comments about how whipped he was were thrown his way but he batted them off with a roll of his eyes, not missing the quick quirk of your lips as he clocked the fact you were still listening in.

a little over an hour passed like that, you lightly dozing in jude’s lap, him and the group discussing plans for the evening as he kept up the gentle stroking of his palm over your tummy. he was certain you’d fallen asleep, you’d stopped reacting every time his fingers attempted to slip under the string of your bottoms but still he couldn’t bring himself to stop the relaxing motion. he was about to nudge you awake so you could go back to the room when a fresh tray of shots arrived, the waiter carrying them looking more than a little awkward.

“didn’t we agree no more shots until tonight?” one of the boys asked, eying the tray with furrowed brows. jude wasn’t sure who or when the drinks had been ordered but he was already shaking his head to turn his down when he realised there were only three glasses. three shots to the group of ten people.

“who only ordered three anyway?” jude was about to accuse toby of buying them just for himself when the waiter started to pass them over to him, his smile a little sheepish as he nodded somewhere to his right. there was a slip of paper beneath the three drinks and almost immediately the group caught on. laughter slowly bled through the group and jude felt you shift against his leg.

“they’re all for you, from those girls,” the waiter pointed and everyone turned, attention locking on the three girl on the other side of the pool. they were giggling and shoving each other, one of them waving a hand in a half wave at jude. he returned it with a lopsided smile. “over there. they asked me to give you their instagrams.”

“all three of them?” your tone was edged in annoyance, brows drawn together as you sat up, threw a half glare over at the girls and jude had to bite down a laugh. your jealousy was obvious, that twist to your lips one you only ever got when he was getting attention and he wanted to wrap you up and kiss you senseless. here you were, getting huffy over shots as if you hadn’t been sleeping on his leg for the most part of the afternoon. “what’re they gonna do, get him to pull their names out of a hat to choose?”

“i’ll take the shots if you’re not having them, mate.” toby was reaching for the glasses even before jude gave the okay, tipping one back and then going in for the next.

“i want that one.” you downed the last drink, made sure the three girls could see exactly what you were doing as you picked up the slip of paper. you held it out to the waiter. “can you give that back to them? oh and tell them his girlfriend said thanks.” a snort came from one of your friends and jude barked a laugh, his arm coming around your waist so he could tug you back into his lap.

“what’re you getting all territorial for?” he laughed, his nose nudging into your cheek before he kissed your jaw. you’d landed sideways in his lap, your back to the three girls as he tightened his arms around you and held you close. there were whispers going through your group of friends, all of them turning to watch the reaction of the girls behind you.

jude however had his focus on only one girl.

“i’m sick of girls hitting on you when i’m right here.” you prodded your finger into his cheek. “stop looking so fit, it’s doing my head in.”

“babe, you know it just comes naturally to me.”

“you could at least button your shirt up.” you huffed, fingers already reaching to do up the white shirt, another burst of laughter trickling from jude’s lips. you muttered something that sounded a lot like “whore” and his laugh got louder, the sound pulling a smile from you. he knew you were hiding your jealousy behind jokes and it was more than a little amusing that you thought you had any reason to actually be jealous. it didn’t matter who bought him shots, he was still only going to have eyes for you.

“thought you liked when i got my tits out?” jude mused, adoration tugging at his heart as he watched your fingers work. you’d almost completely done the shirt up and he wondered briefly if you were gonna force him to wear trousers and a jacket tomorrow.

“only when i’m the one looking at them.”

“you’re such an idiot.” a look of offence passed over your face but before you could argue jude was pulling you in for a kiss, finger and thumb gripping gently at your chin. you made a happy sound, arms curling around his neck as he slotted his lips over yours. he kissed you soft and slow, his mouth a reminder that he was yours and there was nothing to worry about.

pulling away he grinned before peppering more kisses across your cheeks, letting you slide off his lap and into the seat next to him. he followed you down, crowded over you with one arm around your back and the other pressed into the sofa, your giggles sending warmth through his chest. groans and complaints came from your friends, announcements that they were leaving going unnoticed as jude bit playfully into your jaw.

“you’re just so cute when you’re jealous, baby.”

[judeswhore]

a lil cute fluffy piece bc i lurv him bad, this is a longer version of this <3

“uhm.. tree?” jude sounded unsure, voice trailing a little higher at the end as the word came out more of a question than a statement. it had you snorting, palm flattening over his back and brushing across as though erasing the imaginary word you’d just written out with the tip of your finger.

“tree? seriously?” you propped yourself up a little further on your elbow, continued running your palm up and down jude’s back, his skin soft and warm against your own. he was laying on his stomach beside you on the bed, one arm under his head to act as a pillow, his other spread out across the mattress. he was facing away from you, eyes closed as he basked in the feeling of your hands on him. he was more than a little tired from training and you were slowly lulling him to sleep.

“it wasn’t tree?”

“no,” you muttered, retracing the same word in slower movements right in the centre of his back. “it was your name.” you heard his soft scoff and just knew he was pulling a face, your own lips tilting into a smile. you tip toed your fingers over his shoulder, fascinated by the goosebumps that rose in their wake.

“you’re full of shit, that was definitely tree.” he argued and you had to laugh at his tone, flicking softly at his ear. jude was terrible at being wrong, it didn’t matter what he was wrong about, he hated it, often refusing to accept it and it never failed to amuse you. there was something ridiculously adorable about how worked up he got over the smallest of things.

“it wasn’t.”

“do another one, and go slow. you’re going fast to confuse me.” he was more than a little demanding and it had you rolling your eyes, huffing out a sigh and shuffling in a little closer. you rubbed his back slowly while trying to think of a word. you’d traced five other words into his skin in the last ten minutes and he’d gotten them all wrong, you weren’t sure he was going to get any right at this rate. to be honest you were convinced he was half asleep and just wanted you to keep touching him.

for a few seconds you simply ran your hand up and down his back, smoothed over his shoulder and down across his waist a little lost in how strangely attracted to his back you were. the skin was smooth and soft, the only marks a couple of lines scratched into the skin just above the waistline of his boxers. your doing and the sight of them made your body hot, tummy knotting as you tried not to get distracted by thoughts of how they’d got there.

given how badly jude had done with the previous rounds you had very little hope he’d be any good at the rest and so decided to be a little more daring with your writing. you leant forward and kissed his shoulder first, smiled softly at the little hum he let out in reply and then pressed the tip of your finger into the centre of his back.

I LOVE YOU

it was slow, slower than any of the other words you’d traced out and as soon as you’d finished you let your arm settle across his body. silence filled the room and you dropped down from your elbow, pressed your face into his skin as though to hide away. you and jude had been dating for a few months and i love yous hadn’t been uttered yet.

you’d thought the words so many times, when he kissed you in the morning, when he brought you dinner during your breaks at uni, when he scored a goal and flashed you that dazzling smile. because you were in love with him. heartbreakingly so. you had no idea however if jude was at that level yet, had no idea if the words had ever been on the tip of his tongue and a part of you hoped he couldn’t recognise the words on his skin.

he’d gone unnaturally still beside you and it made your heart thump unsteadily, worry starting to gnaw at your insides. before you had the chance to fully panic your boyfriend was shifting, rolling onto his back and wrapping his fingers around your wrist. he didn’t meet your gaze but he had that soft smile on his face, the one that always had you melting at his feet and it had your pulse kicking up. with his grip on your wrist he held your arm in front of him, pressed the tip of his finger against your skin and began to write.

I LOVE YOU

he stopped at the crook of your elbow, smile a little wider and your heart stopped, heat rushing over you as a giddy feeling trickled through your blood. for a few seconds you simply stared at him, your eyes locked on his face, his locked on your arm as though he could physically see the words. you drew in a breath and he finally looked over at you, eyes full of adoration.

“yeah?” you sounded breathless and a little like you didn’t believe him, eyes searching his face for any signs of a lie. but his gaze was open and loving, soft and gentle and you had to swallow back the sudden rush of joy that was about to spill out of you.

jude propped himself up on his elbow and shifted onto his side so the two of you were face to face, his free arm reaching out so he could press his palm to your hip. “yeah.” he sounded so sure, so adamant as he slipped his hand around your back and tugged you closer. close enough that he could bump his nose against yours. “i love you.”

a kiss was pressed to the corner of your mouth and then your chin, his lips warm against your already hot skin. your heart felt like it was about to fall out of your chest, a blinding smile lighting up your face as you blew out a breathless laugh. you curled your arm around jude’s neck and pulled him over you, pressed your own kiss to his lips.

“i love you.” you mumbled against his cheek, nosing at his jaw as your hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his back. you pulled him a little firmer against you when he started trailing kisses over your jaw, heading straight for your ear. he nipped teasingly at the lobe.

“say it again.” you did. you spent the rest of the night pressing the words into his skin over and over, branding them into all your favourite parts of him. jude returned them with teasing scrapes of his teeth and gentle laps of his tongue, muttered them over and over until he was certain you understood just how much he loved you.

[judeswhore]

stopp bc with all the shirtless pics with jude at the beach i can just imagine like you and jude are in the ocean and the furthest from everyone and just in ur own little world wrapped up in each other and rubbing noses against each other just so much kissing and all that ����🏽 and then when u guys get out the water jude being the little freak he is pressed his wet hand on the sand and just slaps ur ass so his handprint is there with the sand so it stands out more 😭😭

ugh no bc he’s such a little shit

“stop,” you laughed loudly, shoved at jude’s chest to get him to stop kissing you, his own laugh light and teasing. “seriously!” his arms around your waist kept you glued to his body, the ocean water lapping around you both and making it even harder to wiggle free. he didn’t let up on his kisses, pressing his lips to every bit of skin he could reach.

“let me love on you, woman.” he grumbled, biting playfully at your ear lobe, tugging until you were batting at his chest and dipping your head. his hands slipped along your waist from the water and you managed to free yourself a little from his hold, trying to fight more giggles at his look of disappointment.

“i wanna go get a drink.”

“can’t you wait a bit?” jude asked, lips pouted as he brought one hand up to cup your cheek. he used his thumb to swipe away a droplet of water, his other arm circling back around your waist. he held you loose this time, gave you the space to pull free if you wanted.

“no, i’m thirsty. and going all wrinkly.” you lifted your hand from where you’d been holding his arm and wriggled your fingers. the skin had started to wrinkle from the length of time you and your boyfriend had been in the water and it made your brows crinkle in annoyance.

jude circled his fingers around your wrist and kissed each of your fingertips, eyes locked on yours. “i love your pruney fingers.” that earned him a jab between his eyebrows and again you pulled free of his embrace. this time you started out towards the beach, not waiting to see if he was following behind. he was, his arms splashing water up against your back as payback for cutting his kissing session short.

you’d barely made it onto the sand, had only taken a few steps towards your group of friends when his hand came down on your ass. the slap wasn’t hard, nothing like he usually delivered, yet it still made you yelp, the sting still evident as you turned a glare on the boy behind you. your friends all watched with open mouths as he grinned innocently at you, held up his sand covered hand and wiggled his fingers.

“did you just slap me?”

“couldn’t help myself.” jude coughed out a laugh, eyes darting between your face and your ass as you turned and tilted your head to look. his large hand print covered one cheek, pressed into your skin with sand and you didn’t know whether to laugh or slap him back. “it was practically begging me to, babe.”

he watched you with a grin as you turned to walk away from him, his gaze glued to his artwork. trying not to laugh he bent and pressed his other into the sand, following up behind you. he was pushing his luck, he knew that, but the adorable glare you sent him when you were annoyed always made him fall in love that little bit more. for the second time his hand came down on your ass, a tiny bit harder this time and he revelled in the yell of his name and the way your hand whacked into his stomach.

“c’mon, had to make it even.”

[judeswhore]

the picture of jude laying down? laying on him with ur head on his chest while ur reading a book and he’s just sunbathing, stroking ur head or ur arm and it’s so soft and relaxed

the most perfect picture of him ever

"read it to me." jude muttered, voice low and little rough from lack of use, the timber of it raising goosebumps along your arms. the two of you had been in complete silence for the past half hour, jude basking in the sun, you reading the book you’d brought along. you’d honestly thought he’d fallen asleep, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow.

you were laying sideways next to him on the outdoor sofa bed, your head using his stomach as a pillow and you tilted a little to look up at him when he finally spoke, book lowering to settle on your tummy. your cheek brushed his abs, warm from the sun, and he quirked a little smile, peaked one eye open beneath his white sunglasses. he looked ridiculously pretty, even from this angle, hair a little grown out, skin glowing, lips soft and still a little kiss bitten. you wanted to press yourself inside of his body.

“read it to you?”

“mhm, please.” it was a soft whisper and for some reason it tugged at your chest, made your heart ache just a little. his hand came up and he brushed his thumb over your cheek, grazed your bottom lip in a loving motion. it was impossible not to sink a little further into him.

“it’s kinda boring.” it wasn’t. it was your favourite book, one you’d read more times than you could count but you knew your boyfriend. jude didn’t read, he didn’t like reading, his attention span far too short to even consider sitting down with a book, whether it was good or not. you didn’t want to bore him with something he wasn’t really interested in.

“liar. c’mon, read it to me.” he half begged, tapping at your chin before trailing his fingers down your neck. he tickled them across your throat and over your collarbone until he reached the strap of your bikini top. his touch was feather light and adoring, intimate yet not sexual, a silent way of expressing his love.

“why?” you queried, unsure if he was actually being serious. all he did was offer you a shrug, fingers working to untwist the strap of your top, fixing it straight by smoothing his fingers over it. you felt hot under his touch, loved and cared for even in the smallest action and you tipped your head to kiss his forearm where it hovered just in front of you.

his mouth tipped into a smile.

“just wanna hear your voice.” jude reached for your book, urged you to reopen it and straight your head back on his stomach so you could read the pages. “read it to me.” something warm swirled inside of you, liquid heat trickling through your veins at the soft tone of his voice, at the way his knuckles stroked across your cheek when you settled back down.

you got comfy on his stomach again, shifted your legs up and held your book back in front of your face. the sun blazed down on you, the quietness of the villa wrapping around you and making it so when you finally spoke your voice was just above a whisper. jude got settled beneath you, closed his eyes and let his hands wander to his favourite place again. you.

he pressed one large palm against the top of your head, fingers massaging gently into your scalp, grazing your forehead and temples in the most soothing way. the more they pressed over you, the harder it became to settle your focus on the words in front of you, overwhelmed with the need to snuggle into him and sleep. his other hand found home on your boob, holding softly the way he would when the two of you were about to sleep. it was entirely innocent, jude just liked to hold them sometimes.

“wait,” he startled you with his sudden outburst, your finger pausing were you’d been about to turn the page. “s’not one of your dirty books is it?” he asked with a quick smirk that only earned him a slap to the arm.

“no it’s not.” you huffed, pulling the book closer and throwing jude a look with a quirk of your head. “can i start now?”

“yeah, yeah, go on.” he fell silent again, went back to the soft attention he was paying your head. gentle strokes over your hair and delves of his fingers against your scalp until little shivers were running up your spine. you started reading quietly, voice low so not to disturb the peace around you and jude tipped his head so he could watch you.

he was so lost in the sound of your voice, mesmerised by the way your lips moved and he wondered briefly why he’d never asked for this before.

[judeswhore]

yess just snuggling on the sun loungers even though it’s too warm and stealing little kisses when u think ur friends aren’t paying attention

i need to be his summer gf soooo bad, also this is kinda inspired by this post

the second you settled onto the lounger beside jude he was tugging your legs over his lap, the arm closest to you rising to rest against the back of the seat, his other lying heavily over your legs. he patted your hip once, eyes dropping to the drink you were holding and raised his eyebrows.

“that’s like the fifth cocktail i’ve seen you with.” he pointed out, an amused tilt to the corner of his lips. you could only shrug in reply and tipped the straw towards his mouth in an offering. while he sipped at the fruity drink you tried to press in closer to him, unbothered by the heat as you felt his bare skin against your own. you practically stuck against him but he looked so irresistible you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being uncomfortable.

jude had discarded his shirt, in fact you’d warn it for the most part of the day but now it was tucked away in your beach bag, the sun much too hot for any layers. his bare chest was sinfully inviting, already glowing from the sun, shoulders and biceps so broad and big you had found it difficult concentrating whenever you’d looked at him. pair that with the fact his shorts hung so low you could see the peak of his calvin’s and your mind was in overdrive, filthy thoughts filling your head every time you got a glimpse.

“it’s bottomless, i’m gonna drink them dry.” you told him as you took your own sip. he only hummed in light acknowledgment, the palm of his hand smoothing over the bare skin of your thigh. despite being surrounded by your friends and countless people who had been taking pictures all afternoon, jude had no qualms about touching you, his levels of pda only seeming to have increased.

“i’m gonna be mad if i have to carry you back to our room.”

“i’m too pretty for you to get mad at me.” you teased, attempting to hide your grin by sucking the straw back between your lips. jude cocked his head and raised his brows, slipped his hand a little further up your thigh. his fingers grazed the curve of your ass and goosebumps rose in their wake, heat pooling in your tummy.

“oh yeah?”

“uh huh and i’m wearing your favourite bikini. makes it even harder for you.” your words had jude’s eyes dropping down, gaze raking over your somewhat exposed boobs. you’d specifically chosen an overly small bikini with the intent of winding your boyfriend up, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself whenever he saw you. it had worked well so far. heat flickered behind his eyes and you felt his attention like soft fingers across your skin. you purposely pressed your chest out a little further and jude let out a soft laugh.

“it definitely makes something hard for me.” he gave a quick squeeze to your ass before letting his palm brush back down your thigh. knee to ass and back, a repeated motion that was both loving and teasing at once. the comment made you roll your eyes and his reply was a soft pinch to your hip. “don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“don’t be a perv then.”

“oh, you wanna play that game, babe?” he asked, a cocky edge to his voice.

jude’s lips tipped into a smirk and he pulled you closer until you were almost nose to nose. his eyes had that teasing glint and you were trying not to laugh before he’d even said anything. the arm he’d had over the back of the lounger falling to hook around your waist and settle on your hip furthest from his body.

“who’s the one that sat on the bathroom counter all morning to watch me shower? hm? and hid my clothes just so she could see me in a towel? and who’s the one that begged me to leave my shirt in the room so she could eye me like a piece of meat? oh and let’s not forget about how many times you’ve slapped my arse today.” you were giggling behind your straw, shrugging your shoulders innocently as his smile grew, a breathy laugh trickling from his own lips at your feigned innocence. “and don’t think i haven’t seen you staring at my dick all afternoon so don’t give me all that perv bullshit when you’re the biggest one i’ve ever met.”

“i can’t help that it’s always staring at me.” you mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. his smile got a little wider in response. “you should wear better shorts.” you kissed the other side, sliding your free hand over the warm skin of his shoulder and then down his bicep.

“and ruin your day? i’d be an awful boyfriend.” jude teased, hand skirting back up your thigh and over your ass. the tips of his fingers slipped beneath the tiny string of your bikini bottoms and he toyed with the material. “you’d die of deprivation after the first hour.” you were peppering kisses over his jaw and his words wavered a little when you sunk your teeth playfully into his skin, sucked a mark when you knew you really shouldn’t.

“i wouldn’t even last the hour.” jude laughed at that and turned his head to press his mouth firmly over yours. he kissed you soft and slow, a gentle caress of his lips over yours at first before he was tilting his head and deepening the kiss. you gave a quiet moan that he eagerly swallowed, his palm sliding halfway up your spine to hold you against him. his other hand was still resting on the curve of your ass and you knew he was itching to let it wander into more inappropriate places.

“fuck sake, d’you two have to keep doing that?” you’re not sure which of jude’s friends that had come from, their words mocking behind their groan. almost in sync, lips parting reluctantly, you and jude flipped your middle fingers at the group, your boyfriend easily catching the pillow that had been lobbed your way before it could hit you in the face.

there was an unamused glower on his face at being interrupted and so you kissed his cheek, pressed the straw of your cocktail against his lips. his gaze met yours again as he sucked and you cocked your head towards the ocean.

“y’wanna go for a swim?”

[judeswhore]

need this w him soooo bad bc he’s too pretty

you could feel jude staring, the weight of his gaze heavy on your body, warm as though it were his hands raking over your skin rather than his eyes. the heat of his attention, despite not being able to see him thanks to the book in your hands, made your tummy flutter, that nervous giddy feeling bubbling inside and twisting a somewhat shy smile on your lips. you shifted on the lounger, crossed one leg over the other and tried to focus on your book.

the heat in jude's back garden was stifling, the summer sun making the air feel sticky, your legs and arms covered in sunscreen and slicking together as a result. you were lounging half naked, blue bikini glued to you in all the right ways since you'd spent the afternoon trying to tan, and the view was driving your boyfriend crazy, you knew that. he'd had a hard time keeping his hands to himself when you'd been tanning, coming over just to slap your ass before disappearing again, his amused giggle making your eyes roll. you were more than a little surprised he'd stayed on the other lounger in the hour you'd been reading.

interest completely lost in your book you shifted again, crossed and uncrossed your legs, feeling hot and bothered knowing jude was still staring at you. with a huff you lowered your book, let it rest on your stomach and tilted your head. jude, who'd been staring unabashedly at your boobs, snapped his gaze up to yours, dark eyes glinting in the sun. his arms were crossed over his chest, the book he'd been reading long since discarded, biceps bulging in his white tank top and looking unfairly gorgeous.

something stirred deep in your chest, a growing need that bloomed outward when his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, one side quirking a little higher in a smug smirk. for a few moments neither of you spoke, just watched the other, tension simmering between you. you wanted to squirm, to throw your book at him and cover your face, suddenly shy from his unwavering attention. his gaze dipped, only to your lips before bouncing back to your eyes, his smirk growing a little more.

"can i help you?" you finally asked, brow quirking as you watched him shrug and shuffle on the seat. he slipped a little further down, legs spreading open a little wider, arms unwinding so he could lay one over the pillows. everything about the pose was lazy and unbothered and you hated him just a little for being so heartbreakingly pretty.

"how's the book?" jude nodded towards the paperback on your stomach, his eyes still locked on yours, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the pillow. you had to look away from him, focus your attention on his dangling hand because his gaze was making your stomach knot in a way that was surely unhealthy.

"good. how's your book?" there was a teasing lilt to your question because you knew fine well he'd stopped reading after about two pages, pulling out his phone and scrolling on tiktok instead. his hand flexed, veins shifting and something tugged in your lower tummy, a hook that kept pulling when he did it again. you sought out the safety of his eyes once more.

"good."

"oh, really? wasn't sure you'd even realise since you've been staring at me like a creep for the past half an hour." jude's smirk got a little bigger, a little cockier and without shame he did a slow once over of your body. goosebumps rose where his eyes skirted and you shifted, swallowed thickly as you waited for him to look back at you. 

"you look hot." he stated, low and simple. it was your turn to smirk, trying so hard to match his unbothered energy. you knew deep down the unbothered act was just that. an act. jude was burning inside, wound tight and worked up, trying his hardest to play it cool instead of just coming over and having his way with you. the unbothered game was fun but you wouldn't mind playing the second option.

"it's almost thirty degrees, of course i'm hot." jude's deadpan expression almost made you laugh, his fingers drumming a little heavier on the pillow. he was silent for another couple of seconds, head cocked as he contemplated something and then with his free hand he tapped his thigh.

“c’mere.”

“i’m busy.”

“don’t care, c’mere.” he tapped his thigh again and you huffed dramatically, rolled your eyes and made a show of pushing yourself up, book tumbling to the cushions. you took the few steps over to him and the second you were in front of him his hands were on the backs of your thighs, tugging you down to straddle his lap. “drop the attitude, it’s not cute.”

you shuffled in his lap to get comfy, arms resting immediately over his shoulders, your fingers lacing together at the back of his head. he held you by your hips, thumbs brushing soothing circles into your bare skin and a feeling of comfort washed over you at the first full point of contact with him.

“i’m always cute.” you pointed out, grazing your nails over the back of his neck until he shuddered, his gaze going a little heavy. “what d’you want anyway? i was comfy over there.”

jude tipped forward a little and nudged his nose against yours, a loving smile replacing the previous smirk he’d been sporting. he curled his arms around you, pressed one palm against your lower back and then smoothed it up your spine, only stopped when he got to the strap of your bikini. he pressed firmly to get you to fall in closer to him, your chest pressed flush to his.

“gimme a kiss.” he mumbled, soft and sweet, his nose bumping yours and an unexplainable ache formed deep in your chest. it sometimes surprised you just how gentle and loving jude was, switching from teasing to adoring in a split second, from hot to adorable with just a few words. it made you dizzy in the best way.

you were quick to do as he wanted, shifting forward to slot your lips over his, mouth opening immediately to taste him. he hummed quietly, happily and swiped his tongue against yours, squeezed his arms a little tighter around you. you kissed him slowly, a lazy drag of tongues and lips as you cupped his cheeks and held him in place. his body was warm against yours and part of you wanted his shirt and joggers off, his skin flush against yours.

jude’s hips suddenly bucked up and you gasped into his mouth, slipped your hand to his shoulder and dug your nails in. you hadn’t even realised you’d started rocking against him, his cock hard beneath you but his soft whimper set your skin alight when you pressed down just right. he gripped your hips to pull you to a stop, pulled back from your mouth but stayed close enough that you could feel each of his laboured breaths.

“y’wanna go inside?” a kiss to the corner of your mouth and you were nodding, anticipation blossoming in your tummy. jude grinned, more than aware of the control he had over your body in that moment, his hand falling to your ass where he squeezed, gave a following slap that made you jolt. “m’gonna clean up out here and i’ll be up, okay? want you on the bed and naked f’me. y’can do that can’t you?”

[judeswhore]

this video sparked something inside of me

18+, minors dni

“missed you so much,” levi’s voice was strained, his tone a little lower in pitch as he sunk his cock into you for the first time in three weeks, pressed his hips forward until he was buried balls deep in your warmth. he stilled for a few moments, panted heavily in your ear and you knew he was fighting for composure, the muscles in his arms flexing when you ran your hands over them. “forgot how fucking good you feel.”

his words went straight to your pussy, sent another flood of wetness over his cock and pulled a soft whimper from your throat. three weeks apart was making everything more intense, had your body feeling extra sensitive beneath your boyfriends and part of you knew neither of you were going to last very long. levi drew his hips back, only pulled halfway out of you before pushing back in and the moan you let out was almost drowned out by his deep groan.

“baby,” you keened, nails sinking into his shoulders, head tipping back into the pillows as he adopted a slow, toe curling pace. the drag and pull of his cock against your walls was almost lazy, he was taking his time, letting you adjust to the dull ache that came with him stretching you out. your pussy clung to him, reshaping to take his cock fully and the way his tip nudged at your cervix had your breath hitching. you’d half forgotten what it felt like to have him so deep inside of you. “you’re so big.”

levi’s head lifted from where he’d had it tucked away in your neck and his wrecked expression almost knocked the wind out of you. the knot of pleasure between his eyebrows and the dark of his eyes was stupidly attractive, made your tummy dip and your clit ache, hips shifting upwards in search of more contact. he kept up his slow thrusts, one hand coming up to cup your jaw and tilt your mouth closer to his. he kissed you softly.

“i know, sweetheart, but you’re taking it so well. missed how good you are f’me.” he licked into your mouth, tongue urging your lips further open and you swallowed his low moan eagerly, desperate to hear more. you’d had nothing but your imagination and old videos for the last few weeks, the occasional dirty phone call here and there that just wasn’t the same. you’d missed how good he felt, how pretty he sounded when he got all whiney and you were determined to have him whimpering in your ear.

the tip of his cock nudged your sweet spot on a particularly good roll of his hips and it was you who gave a pathetic whine, back arching from the bed until your tits were pressed firmly against his chest. he gave a quiet grunt in reply because your cunt had squeezed tight around him, a fresh wave of arousal making a mess of his cock and dripping down onto his sheets. you were ridiculously wet, soaked to the point your boyfriend could fuck into you with little resistance, the slick noises of him filling you up bouncing around the bedroom.

“fuck, do that again, baby. you’re- fuck - you’re incredible.” he whimpered against your lips, eyes falling closed as that crease of pleasure got deeper between his brows. you did as you were told, tightening your walls around him, pussy sucking his cock back in each time he drew his hips back, desperate not to let him leave. “yeah, just like that.”

the sound of his hips hitting yours and the echo of both of your moans grew progressively louder, a clear sign you were both hurtling closer to the edge. levi’s cock twitched inside of you, the arm resting beside your head starting to tremble with the effort of keeping himself up. the angle of his hips shifted and he lifted himself up a little more, pressed his free hand against your thigh to pin it further open. then his head was dipping and you knew he watching his cock sliding in and out of you. a deep moan vibrated in his chest, his pace picking up just slightly, tip of his cock bullying against your sweet spot until you were trembling beneath him.

“look how pretty you are, baby. pussy looks so fucking pretty, she’s just making a mess of my cock, bet she missed me, hm?” he was starting to ramble, babbling praise about how pretty you are and how good you’re taking him, his hips faltering ever so slightly as his orgasm started to build. your own wasn’t far away, thighs shaking when levi let go of the one he’d been holding and instead snuck his hand into the minimal space between your bodies.

the rough pad of his thumb found your clit and you swore, head tipping back and levi used the opportunity to attach his lips to your throat. teeth scraped across the soft skin, bit down and sucked marks that he soothed with the warmth of his tongue, each action making it harder to think. pleasure coiled in the pit of your tummy, grew tighter with each expert circle of your boyfriend’s thumb on your clit and each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.

“y’gonna cum f’me? cum on my cock and make me proud.” he let out a string of moans and whimpers against your jaw, his lips working there way up to yours and he kissed you just as the dam of pleasure broke. you came around him with a soft cry, nails biting into his skin and most definitely leaving marks, back arching as you trembled. he fucked you down into the mattress, hips picking up their pace as he chased his own orgasm, desperate now to fill you.

levi’s mouth hovered over yours, lips parted as he drank in your wrecked noises, the pleasure too much for you it was impossible to keep kissing him. words of praise left him, compliments that only seemed to prolong the aftershocks of your orgasm, made your body flush and your pussy clench, so warm and wet and tight around levi’s cock that it took only moments before he was twitching and fucking you full of cum.

he dropped his face back into your neck, his whimpers sending goosebumps across your skin as you held him, rubbed his back as he shook on top of you. he’d almost completely collapsed onto your body, bones weak as he emptied himself into you with slow lazy pumps of his hips. you left wet kisses over his shoulder, tried to catch your breath as he tried to come back to earth, both of you so wrecked it was impossible to speak.

[judeswhore]

On the Mason manspreading topic

Him sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, legs spread and you're laying between his legs on your side, your head on one of his thighs and he's just running his fingers through your hair, over your neck and shoulders while you're watching a movie with him (idk if I explained the position well)

And you push up his shorts so you can touch and kiss his bare thigh

Doesn't even have to end in sex, I just wanna cuddle with him so bad

i was post banned when u sent this so i thought i’d make it a teensy blurb while i had the time

“c’mere.” mason’s voice was soft, quiet in the dark room but you followed it immediately, crawled up onto the bed beside him. his smile was tired and a little lopsided, adorable in a way that sent flutters through your stomach and had your chest aching. there was a deep yearning to be snuggled into him, to have his warmth burn away the stress of your day and make you feel right again.

after pressing a gentle kiss to his lips you settled into your favourite position when it came to nights like this: pressed comfortably between his legs. you laid on your side between them, your cheek against the soft cotton of his shorts, a content hum passing your lips when his hand settled on your head. already his heat settled you, had the tension in your body easing as you brushed his shorts a little further up his thigh.

“what’re you watching?” you asked, lips tickling over his skin. you kissed his thigh, let your mouth linger a few moments as you gazed over at the tv. mason was working his fingers against your scalp, massaging with just enough pressure to have you melting against him.

“winter soldier.” his answer was edging on dismissive, his thumb working its way to the base of your skull. he smoothed soft circles there, one’s that had your eyes slipping closed as you ran your nails across his thigh. “i can turn it off if you wanna sleep?”

“hm? no, s’okay.” his fingers delved into a spot that had you moaning softly, head nuzzling back against his hand. “keep doing that.” mason’s chuckle was breathy, a soft sound that came from his nose as he awkwardly bent forward. he kissed your head once, paused for a few seconds before smattering some more over your hair.

“sleepy girl.” he hummed affectionately, unable to tamp down his smile as he straightened back up. you could hear it in his voice, the smile and the love and it had liquid heat pooling inside of you. it never failed to amaze you how a few simple touches from your boyfriend could change your entire mood, could relax you and fill you with comfort after a day from hell. he didn’t even need to speak to you, his presence alone eased you.

“promise i’ll be better company tomorrow.” you kissed his thigh again, grazed the skin with your thumb as you half nuzzled into it. it was soft under your cheek, almost better than your own pillow and although you felt bad about it potentially being uncomfortable for mason, you couldn’t bring yourself to move. he was propped up against the pillows to watch the movie and you knew he’d expected you to want these kinds of snuggles when he’d coaxed you into bed. it was always the same when you were overly tired.

“you’re always good company, whether you’re awake or not.” he stated, squeezing your shoulder once before his large palm covered the back of your head again and he went back to his methodical massaging. curling your own hand around his thigh, you squeezed in return, a silent show of your affection. “go to sleep.”

gentle fingers routinely switched between massaging the back of your head and your neck, occasionally shifting down to work his thumb into the knot of tension still in your shoulder. within minutes you were starting to drift off, sinking further into the space between mason’s legs, your face half smushed against the meat of his thigh. the tv hummed low in the background and you knew mason was fixated on it, his movements growing slow although they never stopped.

in your half asleep state you managed one last kiss to his thigh and a quick half hug to it, one that was a little awkward given your position. mason ran his palm down your arm.

“i love you.” you whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear but he felt the tickle of your lips over his bare skin and his own lips kicked into a soft smile again. you were already slipping into sleep when he replied but he knew you were more than aware of his feelings. he bent to press his own kiss to your head.

“i love you, too, baby.”

[judeswhore]

can u write something about jude helping the reader after she’s gotten drunk

this has been in my drafts for like ever so i thought i’d post it it’s kinda short but anyway <3

"bathroom, c'mon." jude's hand was soft on your back, pushing gently to get your feet to move across the bedroom floor. you pouted up at him, tried to turn towards the bed and with a huff that sounded more like a laugh he wrapped his arm around your middle and tugged you back.

"i'm tired."

"i need to take your make up off."

"but-"

"no, in here." he nudged you through the bathroom door despite your complaints, pressing a kiss to the side of your head in an effort to appease you. he'd took your heels off at the front door and yet you still stumbled a little as though you were still in them, his grip around your waist the only thing keeping you upright. he laughed into your neck, nuzzled his nose against your skin before teasing. "you've had a lot more than a couple drinks, babe."

"i had like, three."

"yeah? and how many shots?"

"can't tell you."

"you don't remember?" with a hand on your waist, jude spun you around, grinned at the slightly startled look on your face before lifting you up onto the counter top. your legs swung a little, head tilting before you shook it.

"i lost count." jude snorted softly while searching for the make up removing products he'd need, one hand pressed against your thigh. his thumb brushed softly over your exposed skin, a comforting gesture that raised goosebumps along your leg. "jude, i wanna go to sleep." when he looked at you, you had your head still tilted to the side, half flopped on your shoulder and your eyes had fallen closed. he tapped your thigh.

"just give me a few minutes, yeah? you'll thank me in the morning."

jude had watched you remove your make up hundreds of times, he had each step memorised perfectly and he knew you well enough to know how annoyed you'd be if you slept in it. his fingers gripped your chin to get you to lift your head back up, his mouth pressing soft and quick over yours. he hadn't expected a whine to follow when he pulled back, your brows knitting together in a frown.

"more."

"hm?" turning away, he worked open the lid on your cleansing balm, digging around into the box for the little white applicator. your leg hitched up over his hip, fingers tugging at his shirt to pull him back in.

"want you to kiss me."

"bratty girls don't get kisses." he teased lightly. he was still scooping the balm up and he missed the glare that had taken over your features, your fingers flitting beneath his shirt to smooth along his hip.

"m'not bratty, you haven't kissed me all night."

"i just kissed you."

"not properly."

"no?" you shook your head as he turned back to you, knocking his fingers lightly under your chin so you'd tilt your head for him. you kept your eyes locked, nose scrunching when he swiped the balm over your cheeks and chin, a line down the centre of your forehead. "what's a proper kiss then?"

"like, longer than one second." you gave a little huff, legs locking around jude's to trap his body, ankles crossed to stop him from going anywhere. he arched his brows and tapped your nose with his thumb.

"well you're just gonna have to wait. close your eyes for me." he was gentle in rubbing the balm into your skin, working it in until your make up started to melt, messy streaks that made him smile. he was even more careful around your eyes, mumbled a soft sorry when you half flinched in surprise.

"i want mcdonald's."

"you didn't get any before i picked you up?" you shook your head against his hands. jude worked the cleanser across your jaw and down your neck before pulling back, leaning over to rinse his fingers under the tap. your own fingers had travelled to his stomach, nails dragging along the line of hair that ran down the centre and into his joggers. he was prepared for the inevitability of having to pry your hand from beneath those joggers. "gimme a sec and we'll order something."

"hash browns?"

"it's 3am."

"okay?"

"they don't start serving till like 6." he grabbed a cotton pad from the basket beside you and made a start on swiping away the melted make up and balm. he cleaned your eyes first, movements light to clear away the mascara and eyeshadow. "you wanna wait till morning? i'll pick some up for us." he grinned. "might help cure your hangover."

"i'm not gonna be hungover." you both knew that wasn't true so jude didn't even grace you with a response, simply kept working on cleaning you up. "i want four hash browns and a banana milkshake."

"no mcmuffin?"

"no, just hash browns." you suddenly gave a huff, shoulders slumping and jude's hand against your jaw was the only thing stopping you from falling into his chest. "m'tired, are you nearly done?"

"gimme a few more minutes." you whined in response and he couldn't fight his grin, head shaking as he made sure to clear all of your make up. he went in with a water based cleanser after the balm, more than aware that your hands had started to wander. "hands to yourself, baby, c'mon you know the rules."

"what rules?"

"no touching when you're drunk."

"already told you m'not drunk."

"i think you're a liar." you peaked one eye open, the other squeezed shut so jude could swipe the cotton pad over it and clear your streaked mascara. a lazy smile tugged your lips, one that he was certain was meant to be flirty but only looked adorable with your one eye open. you gently dragged your nails down his stomach.

"i think you're pretty." he huffed a laugh at that, leant in and kissed the very tip of your nose.

"not nearly as pretty as you." he gave one last go over your skin with a fresh cotton pad before grabbing the towel off the rack and dabbing it lightly over your face. he wiped softly under your eyes and when you blinked them open, the glassy sheen seemed to have doubled. "okay, c'mon, bed, you're all done."

“wait.” you gripped his biceps, peered up at him through lowered lashes and sent him another lopsided smile, your head cocked innocently to the side. you blinked heavily at him. “y’said you’d kiss me.” jude’s grin spread wide across his face, a breathy laugh blowing through his nose and he slid both hands along your jaw, tipped your mouth up to his.

“i did say that.” there was a giddy look on your face and he brushed his nose softly against yours, felt his chest ache with the amount of love he felt for you in such a small moment. he pecked your lips once, a barely there bit of pressure as he held your cheeks, stroked his thumb soothingly over your skin. when he went in again your mouth opened, lips slotting softly over his and he kissed you in slow, languid movements. it was gentle and unrushed, full of love and affection, a silent way of relaying your feelings.

a quiet noise caught in your throat and made him grin, his thumb against your chin to pull your lips from his. he half expected more complaints but you only smiled, scrunched your nose and giggled when he smattered wet kisses over every bit of skin he could reach. his arms locked around you waist and he tugged you from the counter, set your feet back on the ground with a final kiss against your forehead.

“dress off, get in bed, yeah? i’ll get water for you.”

“can you unzip me?” jude was nodding, ushering you into the bedroom while tugging at the zip of your dress. once it was undone he helped you out of it, aware that your eyes were starting to droop and you were leaning a little more heavily on him. there was one of his t shirts thrown at the end of the bed and before you could drop naked into the bed he was helping get it over your head.

“y’good? feel okay?”

“uh huh. come to bed with me.” you pulled at his arms as you fell back on to the mattress, tried with all your strength to pull him in with you. he pressed one hand against the mattress to keep himself upright and shook his head, used his free hand to straighten out the shirt.

“i will, just let me sort you out first.”

“i am sorted. look.” you wriggled under the sheets, laid flat on the pillow and sent him a bright smile. “want to snuggle, jude.”

“gimme five minutes.”

“but-“

“five minutes.”

“one.”

“baby.”

“two and a half.” jude snorted and flicked your forehead.

“close your eyes, idiot.” with a huff you did as he said, sunk back into the bed and let him step away. he picked your dress up off the floor and dropped it into the hamper, switched off the bathroom light before heading to the bedroom door. he’d just pulled it open when you spoke again.

“jude?”

“hm?”

“i love you.” he had to press his hand against his mouth to tamp down his smile, liquid heat in his tummy at the soft words. you’d curled up in the middle of the bed, head against his pillow and his own love for you seemed to burn him from the inside out. he made his way back over to you, smoothed his hand down the side of your face and pressed the lightest of kisses to your head.

“i love you too, silly girl.”

[judeswhore]

i wanted to make a little blurb out of this cos🧎‍♀️this is a longer version of this ask

“whatcha got there, bellingham?” you asked, head cocked to the side as you watched him come closer. jude looked good in his white shirt and shorts combo, the top few buttons undone from your wandering hands, one side half falling off his shoulder and showcasing the mark you’d carefully created on his collarbone. the peak of his chest through the shirt made you feel giddy, drunk on more than just the alcohol in your system.

“jäger shot.” he flashed you a smile and settled himself in front of you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead. his aftershave wrapped around you and it was embarrassing how badly it made you want him again, regardless of the public environment. the dark corner you were standing in was a little more intimate than the rest of the club but your friends were still hovering around and you hadn’t missed the number of fans with their phones pointed in your direction whenever jude was near. feeling him up now felt like the wrong move.

“you don’t like jäger.”

“one of the lads bought a round so i thought you’d want it.” jude explained and pressed in a little closer, raised the shot glass up between your bodies with a certain look in his eyes.

“trying to get me drunk?”

“maybe. y’want it or not?” you gave a half shrug and went for the glass but jude shook his head, pulled it back before you could grab it. a notch formed between your brows. “open your mouth.”

“what?”

“open your mouth f’me.” his words were soft, sultry in a way that only came out when he was trying to get you into bed and it had goosebumps running along your arms. your gazes were locked and tension seemed to flare between you, an overwhelming need making your skin hot. jude was all heavy eyes and stern looks, unbelievably attractive even in the dim lights around you.

his free hand found its way to your throat, long fingers wrapping around your neck with the smallest bit of pressure so he could tip your head back. he towered over you and as you let your mouth fall open an involuntary whimper fell with it, the noise vibrating against jude’s palm and kicking his lips into a smug smirk. you found yourself gripping his sides, fingers slipping beneath the loose fabric of his shirt to find the hot skin over his hips. music pounded around you, your friends laughter and shouted jokes seeming dull when all you could focus on was the fingers around your throat and the way your boyfriend was eyeing you.

“good girl.” he muttered, all dirty praise as he squeezed a little firmer at the sides of your neck to hold you in place. you blinked heavily at him, almost hypnotised by his eyes, so much so you were almost startled when he finally tipped the shot glass.

the liquid trickled rather slowly into your mouth, jude’s gaze never once leaving yours, the fire behind his eyes a warning that tonight was going to end with you well warn out and most likely unable to walk. it half burned when you finally swallowed and a throaty groan rumbled in your boyfriend’s chest when he felt the movement of your throat against his palm. the smallest splash of the shot had somehow made it onto the corner of your mouth but before it could drip jude’s thumb was on it, swiping slowly to clear it away.

the shot glass had tumbled to the floor the second it was empty, leaving both of his hands free to press against your skin. you were burning up, his grip on your throat seemingly tighter than before, the pad of his thumb brushing softly over your bottom lip despite having already wiped the alcohol away. your tongue flicked out and grazed teasingly over it, the ache between your thighs doubling when jude suddenly pressed his hips to yours, the thick outline of his cock pressing into you.

“fuckin’ hell.” he half moaned, his voice strained. before you could process what was happening he was kissing you, both hands shifting to slide along your jaw and tilt you further into him. his palms were so large they half engulfed your face, made it so he could easily press you back a few paces until your back hit the wall. another moan tumbled from his lips and you swallowed it greedily, opened your mouth and met his tongue in slow, lazy strokes.

his kisses bordered on filthy, the noises you were pulling from each other having no place in the packed out club but the fire was burning and you weren’t sure either of you was capable of putting it out. your fingers slipped under his shirt again, nails biting over his abs until he was shuddering against you, nipping at your bottom lip. his thumb was on your chin, pressing softly to pull your mouth from his before he was slipping it between your teeth and pressing down on your tongue.

“tell me we can leave.”