nsfw [18+] warnings! soft dom Jude, praise, intimate, side position
summary, Jude can’t get enough of you and so it’s no surprise when he wakes up your the first thing on his mind. Soft mornings, slow touches, sleepy whispers. He holds you like you’re everything, and in that moment, you are.
The first thing you noticed was warmth.
Not just the sun bleeding in through the gauzy curtains, but him. Jude was pressed behind you, one arm curled around your waist, chest flush against your back. His body a soft wall of muscle, his breath brushing the nape of your neck.
You smiled before even opening your eyes, instinctively nestling closer. You could feel his heartbeat slow and steady, and the way his fingers had wandered in his sleep, now resting low on your belly, just under the hem of your shirt.
You heard him shift slightly, the beginnings of a hum vibrating in his chest. His lips brushed your shoulder.
“Mm… morning, baby,” he murmured, voice still hoarse and sleep-heavy.
“Morning,” you whispered, not even trying to hide the smile in your voice.
Neither of you moved for a moment.
You felt the way he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose to your shoulder and kissing the bare skin there. One kiss, then another. And another. Slow and aimless, like he had nowhere else to be but wrapped around you.
His hand wandered again, splaying across your stomach and stroking down, over your hip. His fingers traced lazy, absentminded patterns into your skin, but his touch lingered, intentional. You felt him harden slightly behind you.
“You feel so good in the mornings,” he said softly, lips ghosting your ear. “So warm. So soft.”
Your breath hitched as he gently nudged your thighs apart, opening you up just a little more, letting his hand slide between your legs with careful reverence.
“Shh,” he cooed, already stroking you through your panties with feather-light touches. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, baby.”
His voice always did something to you in the mornings , gravelly, deep, laced with affection. And his hands… God, his hands were magic. Slow and unhurried, he mapped you with his fingers like he was trying to memorize you all over again.
“I love touching you,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Every part of you. Every inch.”
You gasped softly as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, brushing his knuckles against your bare skin as he did.
“Can I?” he asked gently, already nudging the tip of his cock against your folds. His hand was stroking up your waist now, thumb brushing under your breast.
You nodded, already aching for him, your hips shifting back against his.
He groaned at that, quiet, deep in his throat, and you felt him line up behind you. He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your temple.
You both exhaled at the same time, a shared breath, like you were made for this. He filled you slowly, carefully, one hand gripping your hip to keep you steady as he slid all the way in.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to your shoulder blade. “You’re always so perfect. So wet for me, baby…”
Your fingers curled into the sheets. The stretch burned in the best way, and the angle, from the side, your back pressed to his chest, let you feel all of him.
His hand slid down to hold your thigh again, lifting it slightly to open you up more as he started to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hips rolling in a slow rhythm. The kind that made your toes curl and your breath catch.
You could feel every inch of him. Every soft exhale. Every whisper against your skin.
“You feel that?” he murmured, moving his hand to your lower stomach, pressing just enough for you to feel where he was inside you. “Right here, baby… I’m so deep in you.”
You whimpered, pressing your face into the pillow.
He kissed the back of your neck, slow and sweet. “You take me so well. Always so good for me.”
His hand drifted upward again, cupping your breast now, thumb brushing softly over your nipple. His other hand stayed curled under your neck, holding you close like he needed to anchor himself to you.
You reached back, fingers tangling in his hair as you moaned, arching against him. He was still moving, long, deep strokes, hips flush to yours each time.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, kissing behind your ear. “I wish you could see yourself — the way you look when I’m inside you. When you’re falling apart.”
You trembled, the pleasure building slowly and steadily, wrapping around your spine and sparking in every nerve. He was so gentle with you, every touch full of devotion, like he couldn’t get enough.
“I love waking you up like this,” he whispered, nose buried in your hair. “Love being the first thing you feel in the morning.”
You moaned softly, hips rocking back against him now.
“I’m close,” you breathed, voice shaking. “Jude, I’m—”
“I know, baby,” he soothed, his thrusts getting a little deeper, a little more focused. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
He reached down, fingers circling your clit now, expertly guiding you there.
“Come for me, sweet girl.”
You shattered with a soft cry, back arching, his name on your lips. He held you through it, murmuring sweet praise into your skin “That’s it, baby,” and “So fucking good,” and “I love you like this.”
He chased his own release after that, thrusts becoming just a little rougher, breathing ragged now. His hand gripped your waist, and he kissed your shoulder again, lips trembling against your skin.
“Fuck—fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, and then he came, buried deep, holding you as if you’d disappear otherwise.
The room fell into silence after. Heavy breathing. A lazy sunrise peeking through the window. Jude’s arms wrapped tight around you.
He didn’t pull out right away. Just held you there, your bodies still connected, his nose brushing your shoulder.
“You alright?” he asked, softer now. Barely a whisper.
You nodded, a blissful haze still clinging to your body. “Yeah. More than alright.”
He kissed your temple. “Didn’t mean to wake you up like that…”
You looked back at him over your shoulder. “You really think I’m complaining?”
His smile was sleepy, crooked, and gorgeous. “Didn’t think so.”
He finally pulled out slowly, carefully, and reached over you to grab the blanket, tucking it around your body again before settling back in behind you.
His arm draped across your waist, fingers drawing gentle shapes into your skin.
“You’re everything, you know that?” he whispered against your shoulder. “Everything to me.”
You smiled, heart fluttering. “I know.”
He kissed you again, just one last soft kiss against your spine, and pulled you even closer.
The rest of the world could wait.
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