Third face prize➶[celebrating w jude after winning]
➷pairing: jude x reader, jude x you, 18+
➷summary: after celebrating winning 3rd place in the WC jude comes to collect his real prize...
➷tags: smut, fem reader, oral (f receiving), face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary, big dick! jude, fluff, celebrating, hotel sex
➷wc:~2.6k
Jude runs into your arms, picking you up and spinning you around making you squeal.
"Oh my god!" you giggle above him, "Put me down!" but you're secretly so delighted.
They'd won after such an exciting match with a strong team, securing their third place spot, and you were so proud of the boys- but especially one boy in particular.
Jude has stopped spinning you around now and has set you down on your feet, his arms are still wrapped tightly around you, creating a small bubble amongst the crowd of the rest of the team meeting their family's and significant other's as well.
"That match was insane! I mean the first half alone-" you ramble on about the game in his arms and he watches you enamored.
"And then Saka's hat trick was crazy and then-"
"Oh yeah? What about my goal?" he pouts at you jokingly.
You roll you eyes at him, "I was getting to that!"
"Hmmm," he says, swaying you guys' slightly, "Why don't you just skip ahead to that part."
You squint your eyes at him, about to tease him again but deciding against in. He did well and he deserves to know that.
"You're right," you murmur, "You did so well baby, that goal was beautiful, the way you handled that play was amazing."
His eye's widened slightly like he was also expecting you to tease him again. His face turns serious, his eyes zone down to you lips and he surges down to kiss you, deeply, not caring who else was around you guys.
You mmph a little, surprised at the sudden assault but pick it back, quickly, let your lips run together, let his tongue suck into your mouth.
"Babe..." you pull away, whisper to his lips, "We're still in front of everyone else."
"Don't care," he says simply, taking your lips again, and you giggle, indulging in making out with him a little. He has earned it, after all.
He pulls away from kissing you and looks around, checking no one is too close to you guys before leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"I can't wait to collect my prize after this," he whispers hotly in your ear, making you shiver a little.
You're still a little kiss drunk, catching up with what he's saying, "The ceremony?"
He shakes his head slowly against your cheek, "Noooo.... do you remember the promise you made me? Right at the beginning?"
You rack your brain for the memory he's referencing, it's hard to think straight as his hand has since come down and squeezed your ass, you buckle at his touch.
What you promised him at the beginning...?
Oh, wait.
Jude's grin widens like he can tell you finally remember. It was back in the group stages, you'd promised him different prizes based on how well the team would do in the cup. First place was letting him fuck you raw, Second was letting him fuck your tits and Third....
You swallow at the memory.
Third was sitting on his face.
"You remember now?" he pants hotly in your ear, "Well I've been patient this whole tournament.. and I can't wait to claim what's mine."
You almost whimper at his words, so hot in your ear it travels straight down to your core. He grabs your ass one last time before heading to the showers with the rest of the team, leaving you to watch him leave dumbfounded, heart pounding at what awaits you tonight...
-
The entire night is tourture, straight up torture.
You're dressed to the nines, him as well, celebrating tonight. Having a few drinks, eating good food, talking to good people. It should by all means be an entirely pleasant evening.
But ever since Jude reminded you of your promise, every time you think about what's going to come tonight, your heart races, pussy clenches as if in waiting and you start zoning out of conversations thinking about letting Jude you take you in the nearest bathroom or storage room or whatever surface you guys can find.
And Jude's just making it worse. Sure, on the outside, to the rest of the team and parents, he's picture perfect. All smiles and small talk, the golden boy.
But the entire evening he's been finding ways to tease you. Placing a hand on your thigh under the table, travelling it further while everyone talks obliviously. Grabbing your ass at random moments causing you to squeak in the middle of conversations. Whispering how he can't wait to have his way with you later, that the meal they're having does nothing to satiate his hunger and he can't wait to have his sweet, sweet dessert.
Fuck.
-
Later you enter the hotel room and you half expect Jude to rip off your clothes straight away, but he kisses you slow, smiling against your mouth.
"Get ready, love," he whispers, "I'll be waiting for you."
So you'd gone to the bathroom, taken off your dress and given yourself three deep breaths in the mirror. All the build up has you all hot already, your pussy practically aching the entire night to be touched.
You give yourself a nod in the mirror, looking over the lingerie you'd chosen for the night. Only the best for him.
You walk out of the room and instantly your nerves melt when you see him on the bed, already down to his boxers.
"Someone's eager." you giggle, like you're pussy isn't currently dripping right now.
Jude takes you in, entirely. Eyes sweeping all over you and you preen under his darkening gaze.
"Yeah, well. I've been starving this whole night."
You make your way over to the bed, settle on your knees in front of him.
"Really? But we had a three course meal..." you grin.
"Hmmmm," he bites his lip, eyes focused on your breasts in your lacy bra, "Not the kind of starving I was talking about."
He leans in to kiss you and already it feels too good, you moan in his mouth and the kisses start getting heavier.
His hands move all over you, squeezing at your sides, stroking your breasts and you gasp away from the kiss and he teases your nipple over the bra.
He kisses at your neck now, his hands ghosting over your stomach and you moan at the anticipation. The insides of your thighs throb as his hand moves down further, finger circle your already soaking cunt.
"Someones eager." he says, throwing your words back into your face.
You don't even have it in you to deny it, you are- so keyed up you want everything he can give you, and you want it now.
"Jude.. Jude...." you gasp and his finger press and tug over your panties.
"Fuck you're so wet, so wet for me right?" you nod at his words, "Yeah you are, can't wait to ride my face, hmmm?-"
You throw your head back, moaning, you already feel the building up of pressure.
-"Can't wait to be filled with my cock, can you-?"
"Hmm-" you gasp, his fingers driving tortourous circles, "Yes, I can't wait, I need it all."
Jude grins down at you, pulling away his finger and you mewl at the loss, "So what are we waiting for then, love?"
He shuffles way back onto the bed lying down near the headboard and patting beside him. You look at him intently, biting your lip at the insinuation.
You crawl over to him, straddling your hips over his aching cock, still clothed. He ruts up in responce.
"Can't wait, can't wait to have this perfect pussy in my mouth," he groans as you continue to grind over him, "I've been waiting so long, this entire tournament every game I've been waiting for this- to have you like this, fuck."
You gasp at his words, feeling red. He can't take it anymore and grabs the globes of your ass, urging you forward. You slide up his body until you're inches from his face.
"I-" you hesitate, "Jude, are you sure? I don't want to crush you...."
He looks up at you, bewildered.
"Are you insane? I waited weeks for this- this is what I've been craving since the first match." He bring you upward, fingers teasing your cunt over your panties, "This is mine tonight, yeah? You said so, you promised- and I'm going to do whatever the hell I want with it, got it?"
You whimper and nod above him.
"Good girl," he smirks up you, then slaps your ass from behind causing you to buckle forward, ghosting over his mouth. You grab on to the headboard and he pushes your panties to the side, coming up to lick across your folds.
Oh god, you think, his tongue feels so wet, so right. He starts lapping at your cunt, sucking at your folds.
"Fucking perfect pussy, so sweet for me" he whispers, hot against your clit, "My perfect pussy."
And then he grabs the side of your hips, pulling you down onto his face and starts to feast.
"Jude- oh- fuck," you whimper above him.
But he doesn't stop, keeps going, tongue entering you and sucking at your clit and it all feels so good you can't believe you were hesitant to do this.
He eats you out like it's his job, tongue fucking into you, his mouth forming around where you're most sensitive and giving a hard suck. You're a mess above him, grabbing onto the headboard for dear life, garbling out his name. His hands encompass your ass, pulling you in and in and you follow the rhythm, riding onto his face.
He groans around you and you feel it vibrate and you moan at the feeling. The feeling is insane, unmatched, you reach up to cup your breast, tease at your nipple and the waves of pleasure start compounding.
You're so close, you can feel it building, and then he send a big smack to your ass and it hurts so good that you're brought over the edge.
"Jude.. Jude, I'm-" you tilt your head back, moan out unabashed, not caring who can hear, "I'm coming-!"
Jude moans around you cunt, lapping it all up, a hand rubbing against your leg to soothe you through the aftershock.
You feel like you're coming down from Cloud 9, your legs are shacking and wobble as you move down to straddle his chest. You look at him and almost come again because God the sight of him- chest heaving, lips swollen, your wetness all over his chin.
He's looking back at you, grinning wildly, wiping the bottom of his chin with the back of his hand, looking so pleased with himself.
"Best gift ever." he grins at you.
You look at him and feel so much love and affection, you lean over and kiss his mouth, tongue and all. It's a dirty kiss and you feel yourself squirming between your thighs again.
He rolls you over and you settle underneath him, his grin gone and he looks over you darkly. You swallow and he follows the movement, then trails his eyes down...
"God, I can't wait to fuck you," he murmurs but he's not looking at you, he's looking at your wet cunt, "Let me go grab a condom-"
But you stop him, "Wait-!" and he looks at you confused.
"Ummm," you fidget under him, "I was thinking, what if we don't use one?"
He shoots you a confused look, but then he remembers...
"The first place prize?" he says, you nod and his mouth splits into a grin, "You're giving me the first place prize?"
"You deserve it," you say sincere, "You played so well, and you broke the record..."
Jude looks at you in disbelief, "Are you sure?
You bite your lip, looking down at his dick, huge and tented in his boxers, and think about it inside you... without any barriers...
"Yes," you nod, "…And I really want to, too…"
"Oh?" he grins, "You want to too?"
He leans down, whispering into your ear.
"You want to be fucked raw? You want me you come inside you? Is that right, baby?" he croons.
"Y-yes," you gasp out, "But I'm only going to let you this time so you better hurry up and fuck me already-"
You don't even get to finish your sentence before his fingers at your pussy again, pushing your panties aside and plunging in. You moan out at the feeling, your lips still so sensitive.
His hand pulls away from you and you whine at the loss but it's short lived as you feel something else circling your entrance, you look up to see him over you, his huge, throbbing dick rubbing at your clit.
Your cunt clenches at the site anticipating the feeling, he pushes inside you slowly and your mouth opens at the stretch.
So big, you think dumbly, trying to relax your insides and make the burn easier. It hurts so good, stretching you past your limits
"Fuck- Jude-" his cock is rendering you speechless.
"That's right baby," he says above you, "Take me in, you take me so good, fuck this feels so good to be inside you like this..."
He buries himself all the way in, letting you adjust around his length. He always stretches you so much you need a second to get used to his throbbing length inside you.
"So fucking tight for me, fuck."
He places a wet kiss on your cheek. You finally nod your head to let him know he can move.
He drives himself out, leaving in only the tip before slamming his dick all the way back into you.
"Jude-" you moan out.
He keeps going, keeps rocking into you, finding such a delicious rhythm. You head has tossed itself back into the pillow and you moan out his name again and again and again after every plough, hips snapping faster and faster.
"Yes.. yes," he groans, "Fucking wanted this so bad, you're so wet and tight for me, shit."
It's so different to be doing this raw, you can feel everything. His girth rubbing against your insides, you feel every bump, every vein, every deep thrust and you're going over the edge again.
"Babe... babe..." you gasp.
"Shhhh yes baby," he soothes, "Let it happen."
And you clench around him, your wetness fully coating his dick. Your pussy convulses, clenching around his dick as you give way to the feeling of pleasure.
"Shit- squeezing me so good, so fucking tight for me." He buckles up into you, lost in the feeling.
"Please..." you beg, "Come in me, Jude, want to feel it, want your come inside."
"Fuck- 'm gonna finish-"
"Yes," you beg, you want it, want it so bad. You must be a pervert but you can't wait for him to paint your womb white.
"Shit.. shit" he groans and then stills his hips all the way in, pumping his hot ropes of cum in you. You whimper at the feeling of being full, feel his seed fill your insides and it makes you feel so hot again.
He pulls out of you and you watch as his cum leaks out of your pussy, looking so wet and abused.
He whistles slowly, looking at it too. "You took me so well baby, took every drop of me."
His words are getting to you again, and you squeeze your thighs together at the feeling, missing how his cock would fill you up.
"Oh?" he watches, amused, "You want more already?"
You look up at him, and whisper to him low and sultry...
"Well, I haven't give you the second place prize yet, have I? We shouldn't leave anything out ...."
FIN
➷thanks for reading guys! the game was so exciting and I enjoyed seeing england play, feel free to send requests my way :D- celeste
Chin up (and open) ➶[comforting jude after the match]
pairing: jude x reader, jude x you, 18+
summary: jude is upset at the results of the match today and you want to help him feel better
tags: smut, oral (m receiving), fem reader, emotional hurt/comfort, face fucking, big dick! jude, praise kink, fluff, reassurance, emotional jude
wc:~1.8k
"Shhhh shhhh," you murmur, "It's okay, baby."
You're hugging Jude, his face is in your chest and you stroke his face lovingly, whispering reassurances. He's so upset, but who wouldn't be? He worked so hard and it's hard for you to see that work not able to take the team further. You know him, and that he cares so much and you want to be there for him as best as you can.
He'd walked into your arms without saying anything, back into the hotel room after reconvening with the team, no doubt heartbroken, no doubt feeling like he just wants to hide away from the world right now, away from all the interviews and the questions, and into your arms.
"You played so well baby," you whisper into his ear, "So good, this whole tournament, you should be so proud of yourself."
And you feel a little triumphant at the way he mewls at your words, rubbing his face further into your chest. It's true, what you said, he always puts his all into everything. But it must be so exhausting to carry that weight, and all you want is for him to let go of that pain.
"Amazing, you were amazing," You don't stop, you kiss all across his face, whisper sweet reassurances, "Top Goal scorer," another kiss, "So strong on the pitch," kiss along the jaw, "Never gave up." You trail your kisses across his cheek, back to his ear to whisper sweet nothings.
"I just..." he says, voice small "I just thought we could go further you know? Like we could really make it this time."
"I know... I know," you whisper, you rub at his chest. Resting your head on top of his and stroking his arms
You're about to close your eyes, let sleep and exhaustion take you both but then you look down and notice the tenting present in his shorts. You wonder if it's all the compliments you've been giving him, he always got a bit going when you praised him in the past, or if it's still the adrenaline of the match, or maybe how his head had been nestled into your breasts for the past hour.
"Ugh forget about that-" he starts, but you shush him. Giving him soft eyes that you know make him all quiet.
"Let me take care of you, baby, okay? Can I do that?"
You'll do anything to make him feel better, and he looks at you with such gratefullness.
"I- yeah, yes, please-" he whines and you're off.
You trail your kisses down his neck, soft and wet, dropping to your knees in front of him while he sits on the edge of the bed. You lay your palm on the buldge of his shorts, rubbing up and down slightly, his hips respond to your touch and he moans from above.
You don't hesitate, pull his shorts and underwear down and almost get slapped in the face with his dick. It's aching, weeping, begging to be touched, to be milked by your mouth, and who are you to deny such a sweet thing?
You look up at him, he looks back perked up but still a bit of lingering sadness from the match- you're determined to get rid of all of that ache, to suck him so thoroughly, make him feel so good, that he won't have space in his brain to think of anything but pure pleasure.
You nuzzle your face at the base of his cock and he keens out- so sensitive. Place wet, sloppy kisses at the base, rub your cheek along the sides of his dick.
"Babe..." he whines, hips jerking up at how you're teasing him.
Good, you're getting him all hot and bothered, let him think of nothing but how badly he wants to come.
"Yeah?" you whisper, licking at the lower part of his shaft.
You suckle at the base again, avoiding his fat tip where you know he loves to be sucked at. You continue your ministrations, teasing and placing slopping kisses, his voice getting more and more desperate.
"Hmmph-" he whines, "Please, babe, I need- need you-"
Yes, you think, this is how desperate you want him.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, "Let me take care of everything, okay?"
He looks thoroughly wrecked, face and chest heaving, but he nods, laying over his control, finally relaxing under the weight of the pressure.
You shift up and finally, finally, take his sobbing head into your mouth.
The effect is instant, his head thrown back, his voice letting out moans and whimpers.
You don't stop, you suck at his tip, run you tongue through his slit and lap up all his sweet, sweet precum. You flatten you tongue underneath the sensitive ridge of his head and he outright shouts, so keen on what you're reducing him to. His cock is so thick, fills you're mouth so utterly, you move you head down further and further, taking in more and more of him and feel yourself getting wetter at the feeling of being completely choked on his cock.
You're slobbering over his dick, sucking hard and lapping it all up, your hand covers the base, jerking him up and up. You twist in time with your sucks and he's moaning out your name in desperation.
You pull off his dick and he whines.
"Babe, what? why-"
"I want to try something, okay?" you saying, using your does eyes again. You must look a sight: lips swollen, wetness all over your chin.
He looks at you like you're beautiful, "What is it?"
You look back at his cock in consideration, You slap it against you cheek a few times to test out your idea.
"Ugh- babe-" he groans, "What're thinking."
It's a big dick, you've always know, takes up almost all your head you notice as you nuzzle your face into it. And you've never done this before, but tonight is all about him, his pleasure, and letting him lose control.
"I want you to fuck my face."
"Huh?" he says, haplessly, still a little lost from all the pleasure, "You sure?"
"Yeah baby," You place a soft kiss at the tip of his dick, "I want to be so good for you, will you let me?"
"It's just... I've never done it before, what if I hurt you?"
"I'll tell you if it is, okay? I promise."
He still looks a bit hesitant, so you bring out the big guns.
"Pleeeease, Jude," you whine, rubbing your face on his dick, "Please, I want you to fuck my face so bad, I need your big cock to stuff my mouth."
"Holy shit- okay, okay," he scrambles up from the bed, and you smile, pleased at your power.
You shuffle into place, kneeling on the floor and wait patiently as Jude gets into place.
He smiles down at you, takes his dick that's already leaking cum and wipes it on your swollen lips like a sticky lip gloss. You lick your lips and gather his cum back into your mouth, eyes closing at how good it tastes.
"Fuck-" he chokes, stroking his dick at the site, "You're gonna be the death of me, 'm so close."
You grin at his words, "That's okay, can't wait to swallow your cum, Jude."
"Jeez, okay, shit-"
He takes both of his hands and gather your hair back, you start opening your jaw as far as you can, you'll need as much space as you can get to fit him all in. You relax your jaw, stick out your tongue expectantly.
He feeds his dick into your mouth, slowly. It stuff you instantly, because not only is he big, he's thick and your lips stretch you take him all in.
"You okay?" he asks.
You groan around him in response and he swears he almost comes then and there.
"Fuck, fucking hell," He's accidently shoved the rest of his cock into you, "Sorry, shit, you good?"
You're full, mouth full, throat full he's all around you and it feels so fucking good. You moan again and he starts moving his hips, starts fucking into your mouth.
He's so loud above you, telling you you look beautiful, you take him so well, that you're mouth is so sinful but all you can think about is his fucking cock, shoving in and out of your throat, swallowing your thoughts whole. You're slobbering all over his dick, eyes watering, you can't do anything but let him take control, let him take whatever he needs to make himself feel better, to gain some control back after the loss.
"Shit, babe, you're a fucking sight to see."
You whimper at his words, it feels so good. His hips find a faster rhythm, shoving deeper in each thrust, his hands threading through your hair.
He snaps his hips harder and harder, getting more confident with each thrust, taking out the anger and frustration into your soft mouth. And you take it all, swallow every gag and let your jaw grow numb at being fucked so ruthlessly. You get wetter at the thought
"So close- 'm so close, your mouth so fucking warm 'n perfect-"
His thrust are stuttering, getting more errattic, and you can't wait to be filled with his semen.
"Okay- fuck, I'm gonna-"
He bullies himself as deep as he can into your mouth, stopping there to finish. You feel his hot spurts of cum coating your throat, he comes so much but you swallow every bit of it. It tastes saltly and exactly like him and you whimper at how stuffed you feel.
He softly leaves your mouth, and you cough slightly as he does. He comes down, kneels with you, strokes your hair and wipes lovingly at the corners of your eyes were tears had formed.
"So good, babe," he murmurs and you catch your breath, "You did so good for me, make me come so hard."
"Yeah?" you say, voice slightly hoarse, smiling at all the praise.
"Are you kidding?" he grins, "You were fucking perfect for me."
You lean your back against the foot of the bed and settle into his shoulder, energy depleting.
"Wasn't it my job to be giving you compliments tonight, not the other way around?" you tease.
"Oh shit," he says, frowning a little, "I forgot about the match."
"Oh... I'm sorry for reminding you."
"No- no, not at all," he whispers, kissing your cheek, "You're the reason I forgot in the first place, remember?"
You hum at his words, feeling sleepier by the second.
"Thank you, by the way," he says after a second, "Not just for... you know but everything. You really helped me, I don't know what I'd be feeling if it wasn't for you."
You open your eyes and see him look at you adoringly, and your insides glow at the feeling.
"It's okay, it's what I'm here for."
"Yeah, just, I love you so much." he whispers against your temple, placing a kiss there.
"I love you too," you say, choking a little.
He laughs, "I'm getting you some water, okay? And ice chips."
He stands to get up but you tug him down.
"Later, okay? Right now just stay with me."
He settles his head above yours, smiling, "Okay."
FIN.
thank you sm for reading <3 please send any requests my way or if you want to cry over the match results w me :(((
haha yess i had titled it something else then in like the middle of the night i was like wait, what if you made a pun about cheering him up and also getting deep throated loool
➷(just an idea of what if you offered an alternative payment for the delivery guy. p in v sex, unprotected sex, back shots, ass slapping, fluff, cream pie (getting stuffed <33))
imagine kurt deciding to do food delivery alongside his spree rides. you order pizza after a long day and wait patiently, you're starving.
imagine when he arrives you don't have the cash on you and he's about to leave but you're sooo hungry and tired from the day you beg him to let you take the food. you dont know he's already willing to let you off because he's so enamoured with you already but you quickly offer to let him have his way with you...
imagine his eyes widening, he can't believe you're offering yourself to him like that... you must really be desperate. he is too, so desperate to touch you, fuck you, do anything to you, after all you said your body would be all his to use.
imagine eating pizza with him first, you don't want to food to get cold after all. he abandons the rest of his rides for the night, opting to talk and connect with you over pizza. he tells you all about his channel, you tell him all your wishes for your future.
imagine the second that you're done he's already on you, already hard. he's been hard since the second you offered yourself to him, cum already leaking through his shorts -you can feel the wet spot as grinds his hips against your ass.
imagine kurt bending you over your kitchen table, fucking you from behind, hard and fast and sloppy. your pussy is so wet for him, so puffy from his assault and he relentlessly drills into you.
imagine the sound of your creaking kitchen table as he quickens his pace, him whispering dirty, desperate thing into your ear from behind as his cock abuses your insides, this angle is just too good for the both of you.
imagine him leaning back, running his hands over your ass, softly squeezing it like he's kneading dough. he uses his thumbs to separate your ass and watch as his dick enters you, watches your pussy fluttering around his wet slippery cock. the sight is too much for him and he's crying out your praises, saying your pussy takes him so well, how your ass jiggles with each thrust.
imagine him smacking your ass, watching in desperation how it recoils under his palm as you cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain. he watches, obsessed at the sight of this. your ass red and swallowing him whole, your pussy wet around him, you bent over the table and it's all too much and he's cumming right inside you. you cry out at the feeling of his seed filling your insides, you gurgle his name, so fucked out it's the only thing on your mind.
imagine feeling so tired out from your long day and being thoroughly fucked from behind you let yourself lay there on the table for a while, his cum still leaking out of you, tired, babbling about how good he was to you.
imagine him softening at the sight, gathering you from the table and laying you down on your couch, covering you with a blankent. he's about to leave- this was only for a payment after all- but you grab him down with you. no way you let someone fuck you as good as he did and just let him walk away.
thank you for reading <3 if you liked it pls lmk if you want me to make this into a full story!
Chin up (and open)➶[comforting jude after the match]
➷pairing: jude x reader, jude x you, 18+
➷summary: jude is upset after losing the semifinals and you want to help him feel better
➷tags: smut, oral (m receiving), fem reader, emotional hurt/comfort, face fucking, big dick! jude, praise kink, fluff, reassurance, emotional jude
➷wc:~1.8k
"Shhhh shhhh," you murmur, "It's okay, baby."
You're hugging Jude, his face is in your chest and you stroke his face lovingly, whispering reassurances. He's so upset, but who wouldn't be? He worked so hard and it's hard for you to see that work not able to take the team further. You know him, and that he cares so much and you want to be there for him as best as you can.
He'd walked into your arms without saying anything, back into the hotel room after reconvening with the team, no doubt heartbroken, no doubt feeling like he just wants to hide away from the world right now, away from all the interviews and the questions, and into your arms.
"You played so well baby," you whisper into his ear, "So good, this whole tournament, you should be so proud of yourself."
And you feel a little triumphant at the way he mewls at your words, rubbing his face further into your chest. It's true, what you said, he always puts his all into everything. But it must be so exhausting to carry that weight, and all you want is for him to let go of that pain.
"Amazing, you were amazing," You don't stop, you kiss all across his face, whisper sweet reassurances, "Top Goal scorer," another kiss, "So strong on the pitch," kiss along the jaw, "Never gave up." You trail your kisses across his cheek, back to his ear to whisper sweet nothings.
"I just..." he says, voice small "I just thought we could go further you know? Like we could really make it this time."
"I know... I know," you whisper, you rub at his chest. Resting your head on top of his and stroking his arms
You're about to close your eyes, let sleep and exhaustion take you both but then you look down and notice the tenting present in his shorts. You wonder if it's all the compliments you've been giving him, he always got a bit going when you praised him in the past, or if it's still the adrenaline of the match, or maybe how his head had been nestled into your breasts for the past hour.
"Ugh forget about that-" he starts, but you shush him. Giving him soft eyes that you know make him all quiet.
"Let me take care of you, baby, okay? Can I do that?"
You'll do anything to make him feel better, and he looks at you with such gratefullness.
"I- yeah, yes, please-" he whines and you're off.
You trail your kisses down his neck, soft and wet, dropping to your knees in front of him while he sits on the edge of the bed. You lay your palm on the buldge of his shorts, rubbing up and down slightly, his hips respond to your touch and he moans from above.
You don't hesitate, pull his shorts and underwear down and almost get slapped in the face with his dick. It's aching, weeping, begging to be touched, to be milked by your mouth, and who are you to deny such a sweet thing?
You look up at him, he looks back perked up but still a bit of lingering sadness from the match- you're determined to get rid of all of that ache, to suck him so thoroughly, make him feel so good, that he won't have space in his brain to think of anything but pure pleasure.
You nuzzle your face at the base of his cock and he keens out- so sensitive. Place wet, sloppy kisses at the base, rub your cheek along the sides of his dick.
"Babe..." he whines, hips jerking up at how you're teasing him.
Good, you're getting him all hot and bothered, let him think of nothing but how badly he wants to come.
"Yeah?" you whisper, licking at the lower part of his shaft.
You suckle at the base again, avoiding his fat tip where you know he loves to be sucked at. You continue your ministrations, teasing and placing slopping kisses, his voice getting more and more desperate.
"Hmmph-" he whines, "Please, babe, I need- need you-"
Yes, you think, this is how desperate you want him.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, "Let me take care of everything, okay?"
He looks thoroughly wrecked, face and chest heaving, but he nods, laying over his control, finally relaxing under the weight of the pressure.
You shift up and finally, finally, take his sobbing head into your mouth.
The effect is instant, his head thrown back, his voice letting out moans and whimpers.
You don't stop, you suck at his tip, run you tongue through his slit and lap up all his sweet, sweet precum. You flatten you tongue underneath the sensitive ridge of his head and he outright shouts, so keen on what you're reducing him to. His cock is so thick, fills you're mouth so utterly, you move you head down further and further, taking in more and more of him and feel yourself getting wetter at the feeling of being completely choked on his cock.
You're slobbering over his dick, sucking hard and lapping it all up, your hand covers the base, jerking him up and up. You twist in time with your sucks and he's moaning out your name in desperation.
You pull off his dick and he whines.
"Babe, what? why-"
"I want to try something, okay?" you saying, using your does eyes again. You must look a sight: lips swollen, wetness all over your chin.
He looks at you like you're beautiful, "What is it?"
You look back at his cock in consideration, You slap it against you cheek a few times to test out your idea.
"Ugh- babe-" he groans, "What're thinking."
It's a big dick, you've always know, takes up almost all your head you notice as you nuzzle your face into it. And you've never done this before, but tonight is all about him, his pleasure, and letting him lose control.
"I want you to fuck my face."
"Huh?" he says, haplessly, still a little lost from all the pleasure, "You sure?"
"Yeah baby," You place a soft kiss at the tip of his dick, "I want to be so good for you, will you let me?"
"It's just... I've never done it before, what if I hurt you?"
"I'll tell you if it is, okay? I promise."
He still looks a bit hesitant, so you bring out the big guns.
"Pleeeease, Jude," you whine, rubbing your face on his dick, "Please, I want you to fuck my face so bad, I need your big cock to stuff my mouth."
"Holy shit- okay, okay," he scrambles up from the bed, and you smile, pleased at your power.
You shuffle into place, kneeling on the floor and wait patiently as Jude gets into place.
He smiles down at you, takes his dick that's already leaking cum and wipes it on your swollen lips like a sticky lip gloss. You lick your lips and gather his cum back into your mouth, eyes closing at how good it tastes.
"Fuck-" he chokes, stroking his dick at the site, "You're gonna be the death of me, 'm so close."
You grin at his words, "That's okay, can't wait to swallow your cum, Jude."
"Jeez, okay, shit-"
He takes both of his hands and gather your hair back, you start opening your jaw as far as you can, you'll need as much space as you can get to fit him all in. You relax your jaw, stick out your tongue expectantly.
He feeds his dick into your mouth, slowly. It stuff you instantly, because not only is he big, he's thick and your lips stretch you take him all in.
"You okay?" he asks.
You groan around him in response and he swears he almost comes then and there.
"Fuck, fucking hell," He's accidently shoved the rest of his cock into you, "Sorry, shit, you good?"
You're full, mouth full, throat full he's all around you and it feels so fucking good. You moan again and he starts moving his hips, starts fucking into your mouth.
He's so loud above you, telling you you look beautiful, you take him so well, that you're mouth is so sinful but all you can think about is his fucking cock, shoving in and out of your throat, swallowing your thoughts whole. You're slobbering all over his dick, eyes watering, you can't do anything but let him take control, let him take whatever he needs to make himself feel better, to gain some control back after the loss.
"Shit, babe, you're a fucking sight to see."
You whimper at his words, it feels so good. His hips find a faster rhythm, shoving deeper in each thrust, his hands threading through your hair.
He snaps his hips harder and harder, getting more confident with each thrust, taking out the anger and frustration into your soft mouth. And you take it all, swallow every gag and let your jaw grow numb at being fucked so ruthlessly. You get wetter at the thought
"So close- 'm so close, your mouth so fucking warm 'n perfect-"
His thrust are stuttering, getting more errattic, and you can't wait to be filled with his semen.
"Okay- fuck, I'm gonna-"
He bullies himself as deep as he can into your mouth, stopping there to finish. You feel his hot spurts of cum coating your throat, he comes so much but you swallow every bit of it. It tastes saltly and exactly like him and you whimper at how stuffed you feel.
He softly leaves your mouth, and you cough slightly as he does. He comes down, kneels with you, strokes your hair and wipes lovingly at the corners of your eyes were tears had formed.
"So good, babe," he murmurs and you catch your breath, "You did so good for me, make me come so hard."
"Yeah?" you say, voice slightly hoarse, smiling at all the praise.
"Are you kidding?" he grins, "You were fucking perfect for me."
You lean your back against the foot of the bed and settle into his shoulder, energy depleting.
"Wasn't it my job to be giving you compliments tonight, not the other way around?" you tease.
"Oh shit," he says, frowning a little, "I forgot about the match."
"Oh... I'm sorry for reminding you."
"No- no, not at all," he whispers, kissing your cheek, "You're the reason I forgot in the first place, remember?"
You hum at his words, feeling sleepier by the second.
"Thank you, by the way," he says after a second, "Not just for... you know but everything. You really helped me, I don't know what I'd be feeling if it wasn't for you."
You open your eyes and see him look at you adoringly, and your insides glow at the feeling.
"It's okay, it's what I'm here for."
"Yeah, just, I love you so much." he whispers against your temple, placing a kiss there.
"I love you too," you say, choking a little.
He laughs, "I'm getting you some water, okay? And ice chips."
He stands to get up but you tug him down.
"Later, okay? Right now just stay with me."
He settles his head above yours, smiling, "Okay."
FIN.
thank you sm for reading <3 please send any requests my way or if you want to cry over the match results w me :(((
