sometimes I think of how kelly was a daughter of a wdc and grew up on the grid and her father's era drivers who saw her as a little girl were fond of her... and that's basically lando for P
Love the blog! <3 Alonso is currently having so much fun, how would a reader react to that kind of smugness regarding sex and what would he have done that made him smug?
Each day I get closer to fully proclaiming to the world how down bad I am for Fernando ...
He’s so easy to rile up, so easy to put that smug smile on his features. All you need to do is be good for him. Wear something nice, a top that shows a fair flash of skin whenever you bend over. A pair of lace panties which he simply knows he can take off you later that day. It really doesn’t take much.
Fernando loves knowing that you adore being with him. Loves knowing that he makes you feel good, that he can turn you on whenever he wants. It’s the knowledge that you want him as much as he wants you that does it for him.
Moaning his name, calling him daddy (or papi, if you really want to drive your point home) calling him sir. Saying that you need him, whispering that you want him to fill you up - all sure fire ways to make him lose his mind and get him drifting in that gloriously smug headspace of his.
It’s beneficial for you to have him there, because he always goes above and beyond when he’s truly riding the high of his ego. Yes, he has a lot of it, but he also knows how to work it when he’s fucking you in front of a mirror, making you look at yourself and him while he makes you gasp and moan.
I'll be so real that latest youtube video just made me anxious because of how much people read into everything Trent says. It was almost a hard watch because every time he said something, it was like 'oh there will be tweets about that.' sighhh....
For 24-year-old tennis player Naya Morgan, all that glittered certainly wasn't gold. In her relentless pursuit of victo...
An excerpt from Chapter 29 of All That Glitters.
18+ Minors DNI
"Sex with you stopped being ‘just sex’ pretty early on," Naya said with a blush, scoffing as a cocky smirk took over Jude’s face.
“I know it did, I was just waiting on you.” He winked as he pulled Naya’s body, clad in only the shirt he wore under his team suit earlier that day into him.
Although Naya would support him regardless, she was still learning about football and the way in which Jude’s season worked.
She had flown to Warsaw to watch him in his first game of the season, which, much to Naya’s surprise, was an actual cup final.
His hands roamed over her bare skin, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. Naya's heart raced as she leaned in, capturing him in a passionate kiss.
“What else do you know?” Naya smirked against his lips.
"I know that even though you love trying new things and are open to letting me explore your body, you love deep penetration and eye contact over anything else," Jude spoke huskily into Naya’s ear as his fingers worked on removing his button-up shirt from her body.
“Do I?” Naya smirked knowingly as their eyes met.
Jude chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Avery's spine. "Oh, you definitely do," he replied, his voice a low rumble. As he finally slid the shirt off her shoulders, his gaze locked with hers, a silent promise of the passion that was to come.
“What else do you know?” Naya asked in amusement.
Jude's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned in closer to Naya, his warm breath grazing her skin. "I know even if you are unsure how much more you can take, you’re still willing to try for me," he murmured, his hands skimming down her sides, causing a shiver to run through her.
Naya's eyes sparkled with desire as she arched her back, pressing herself against Jude.
“I also know that if I were to tell you to bend over and spread your pussy open, you’d do so without a second thought.” He continued.
Naya's breath hitched at his words, a mix of anticipation and excitement evident in her eyes. She was drawn to Jude's commanding presence, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of his dominance over her.
With a boldness that surprised even herself, Naya nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. She trusted Jude completely, knowing that he would always push her boundaries in the most thrilling ways.
As Jude's hands moved lower, trailing teasingly towards her core, Naya's body responded eagerly to his touch. She was ready to surrender herself to him completely, eager to experience the intense pleasure that only he could provide.
“That morning in Brazil when I came inside of you, I needed to. I needed to claim your body completely.”
Naya's breath caught in her throat at the memory of that passionate morning in the middle of the ocean. She could still feel the intensity of their connection, the raw desire that had consumed them both.
Jude's words only fueled the fire that burned between them, igniting a primal need within Naya. She craved his touch, his possession, and the way he made her feel like the most desired woman in the world.
As Jude's fingers found their way to the apex of her thighs, Naya's body trembled with anticipation. She was his, completely and utterly, surrendering to the pleasure that awaited her at his skilled hands.
With a hunger that matched his own, Naya met Jude's gaze with a fierce determination. She was ready for whatever he had in store for her, ready to be claimed once again in a dance of passion and ecstasy that only they could share.
"Go and lie down on the bed," Jude instructed, as his eyes ran over Naya’s naked body.
He was hungry for her, he had an insatiable appetite when it came to pleasing her, and he knew that she craved his touch just as much. Naya obeyed without hesitation, a flush of excitement coloring her cheeks as she positioned herself on the bed, her eyes never leaving Jude's.
“Show me how you make yourself cum,” he commanded, his voice filled with desire and dominance. Naya's heart raced at his words, the thrill of being under his control sending a wave of arousal through her.
With a seductive smile, Naya obeyed, her movements deliberate and enticing. She ran her hands over her body, exploring every inch with a sensual touch that made Jude's breath hitch. As her fingers found their way to her core, she closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure that she knew would soon follow.
Jude watched intently, his gaze smoldering with lust as Naya pleasured herself at his command. The raw beauty of her desire, the way she surrendered herself to the sensations running through her, fueled his own need to possess her completely.
As Naya's moans filled the room, echoing the intensity of her pleasure, Jude's own desire surged to the surface. Unable to resist any longer, he closed the distance between them, joining her on the bed.
In that moment, there was no hesitation, no boundaries. Just the unspoken understanding that they were meant to be together, to explore the depths of their desires and find ecstasy in each other's arms.
“Give me your fingers.” Jude ordered.
Naya's eyes widened with anticipation as she held out her hand to Jude, offering him her glistening fingers, still wet with the evidence of her arousal. Without a word, he took them into his mouth, sucking on each digit with a hunger that matched her own.
The sensation of his warm mouth on her fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through Naya, igniting a fire that burned between them. She watched, mesmerized, as Jude savored the taste of her desire, his eyes locked with hers.
With a low growl of need, Jude released her fingers, his gaze dark with desire. “I want to taste all of you, Naya. Turn over.” he murmured, his voice rough with lust.
Naya's heart raced at his words, a wave of excitement washing over her. She complied without hesitation, feeling a surge of anticipation at the thought of Jude exploring every inch of her. As she turned over, presenting herself to him, she felt a rush of heat at the intimate vulnerability of the moment.
Jude's hands moved with purpose, tracing a path of fire along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of desire through her body as he teased and tantalized her.
With a slow and deliberate pace, Jude's lips followed the same path his hands had taken, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her back. Naya's breath hitched with each tender touch, her body responding eagerly to his intimate ministrations.
When Jude finally reached the curve of her lower back, he paused, his warm breath ghosting over her pussy. "Can I have it?" he whispered, the question laced with a mix of desire and reverence.
Naya's response was a wordless nod, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the intensity of what was to come. She trusted Jude implicitly, knowing that in his hands, she would find pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
With a slow and deliberate movement, Jude's lips descended further, trailing a path of heated kisses down the curve of her back, each touch igniting a spark of desire within her. As he reached the small of her back, his hands gripped her hips firmly, a silent reassurance of his presence.
And then, with a hunger that matched her own, Jude's lips found their way to the most intimate part of her, his tongue tracing a path of fire along her skin. Naya gasped at the exquisite sensation, her body arching in response to the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her.
In that moment, as Jude's mouth moved with purpose and skill, Naya gave herself over completely to the ecstasy that enveloped her. Every touch, every caress, every kiss was a testament to their shared connection, a dance of passion and desire that bound them together in a symphony of pleasure.
As waves of pleasure washed over her, Naya's world narrowed down to the sensation of Jude's lips on her skin, his touch setting her ablaze with a fire that consumed her. In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in a world of their own creation, where pleasure reigned supreme and ecstasy knew no bounds.
Naya's breath hitched as Jude used his thumbs to delicately spread her open, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. The intimacy of the moment, the trust she had in him, made her heart race.
Naya had began to lose a grip on reality as Jude feasted on her, she had no idea how many times she’d been made to cum and her clit felt swollen between her thighs.
But she didn't care about anything else in that moment except the overwhelming pleasure that Jude was giving her. His expert touch, his fervent desire for her, and the unspoken connection between them fueled a passion that seemed boundless.
As Jude continued his sensual assault on her senses, Naya's body quivered with the intensity of her pleasure, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss of ecstasy, ready to fall into the depths of bliss that only he could provide.
And just as she felt herself reaching the peak of her pleasure, Jude's touch intensified, pushing her over the edge into a whirlwind of sensation that consumed her completely. With a cry of release, Naya surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensation as tears of unadulterated pleasure fell from her eyes.
Jude’s lips and chin were covered in a mixture of his own saliva and Naya’s arousal as he came up from between her legs.
His eyes were dark with desire and satisfaction as he gazed at Naya, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her trembling lips, his touch gentle and reverent.
"You taste exquisite," Jude whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration.
Naya's breath was still ragged as she gazed up at Jude, her body tingling with the aftermath of their shared passion. She reached up to cup his face, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire for the man who had just brought her to such heights of pleasure.
"And you are everything to me," she murmured, her voice husky with emotion. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“That’s the plan,” Jude mumbled against her lips, before his tongue found its way into her mouth.
Their kiss was a blend of sweetness and raw desire, a testament to the deep connection that bound them together. In that moment, as they melted into each other, all doubts and fears faded away, leaving only the pure, unbridled passion that flared between them.
“Make love to me,” Naya said barely above a whisper. “I want you to use me until I can’t take anymore.”
Jude was right, Naya wasn’t sure how much she could take. But she wanted Jude to take from her until she had nothing left to give.
She was his to adore, praise, love and fuck until she couldn’t remember her own name. Naya wanted to be completely lost in Jude.
Jude's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity at Naya's words, his desire for her palpable in the air. Without a word, he positioned himself over her, his body covering hers in a powerful display of dominance and possession.
With a primal need that matched her own, Jude claimed her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that left her breathless. Naya surrendered herself to him completely, her heart racing with anticipation of the pleasure that awaited her.
As Jude entered her, their bodies moving together in a heated rhythm, Naya felt a surge of ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced. Every touch, every thrust, every whisper of his name was a symphony of pleasure that enveloped her in a whirlwind of sensation.
"Harder, Daddy, please," Naya begged helplessly, her nails digging into Jude's back as he complied with her plea, intensifying the pace of his movements. The room was filled with the sound of their passionate cries, a cacophony of desire and longing that echoed off the walls.
Jude's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deep and powerful, driving Naya to the brink of ecstasy. She felt herself teetering on the edge, her body arching in pleasure as she surrendered herself to him.
“Baby, you’re perfect,” Naya whispered into Jude's ear, her voice filled with a mix of adoration and desire. "I want you to take me to the edge and beyond. I want to feel you deep inside me, claiming me as yours."
With a guttural growl of satisfaction, Jude's movements became even more relentless, driving them both towards the peak of their shared passion. Naya's body responded eagerly to his touch, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.
The stretch of Jude combined with his length had Naya gasping with pleasure, her body responding to his every movement with an eagerness that matched his own. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, the raw intensity of their lovemaking pushing her to new heights of ecstasy.
As they moved together in a dance of desire and need, Naya felt a wave of pleasure building within her, the tension coiling tight in her core. With a cry of abandon, she let herself go, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation that consumed her completely.
In that moment, as they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Naya and Jude were lost in a world of their own making.
They were both completely spent, but still they couldn’t find the restraint to pull away from one another.
Jude’s lips curved into a smile against Naya’s as she wrapped her tired legs around his waist. Their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, the aftermath of their lovemaking leaving them both breathless and sated. Naya gazed up at Jude, her eyes filled with a mixture of contentment and desire, a soft smile playing on her lips.
“That was intense,” she blushed.
Jude chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling with the exertion of their passion. "It was beyond intense," he agreed, his voice husky with satisfaction. "But you were incredible, Naya. Absolutely perfect."
Naya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shyness at his praise. She nestled closer to Jude, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers.
“My body is tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to stay up with you.” Naya said before her lips were back on his.
Jude's heart swelled with affection as he returned her kiss, savoring the taste of her on his lips. "Then let’s order room service and stay up," he murmured, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.
Naya smiled against his lips, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. In that moment, nestled in Jude's arms, she felt safe and cherished.
Once her legs felt like they wouldn’t give out if she stood on them, Naya made her way into the bathroom to take a quick shower while Jude ordered room service.
When she returned, he was sitting up in bed clad in his underwear, the room in complete darkness except for the television he was watching.
“Come here,” he murmured opening his arms to Naya smiled as she walked back over to the bed, laying across his lap.
Jude's arms wrapped around Naya, pulling her close as she settled comfortably across his lap. The television cast a soft glow over them, creating an intimate ambiance in the darkness of the room.
Naya sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of Jude's body against hers. She snuggled closer to him, reveling in the sense of peace and fulfillment that washed over her.
As they sat there in comfortable silence, the world outside their bubble seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of love and affection. Naya traced lazy patterns on Jude's chest, her touch gentle and loving.
Pulling up the over-sized T-shirt she wore to reveal Naya’s pantie covered backside, Jude pressed a soft kiss to the exposed skin, his hands trailing up and down her back in a soothing motion. Naya let out a contented sigh, feeling the tension from their earlier activities melt away under Jude's tender touch.
“I didn’t realize I left any marks on you,” Jude said cautiously as he inspected the raised skin that formed the shape of his handprint on her butt in the dimly lit hotel room.
Naya chuckled softly, the sound a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. "I wear them proudly," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.
Jude's eyes softened at her words, a smile playing on his lips. "I'll be more careful next time," he promised, his touch gentle as he ran his fingers over the mark he had left on her skin.
“You don’t have to.” Naya said as shook her head in disagreement. "I like it," she added, her voice filled with a hint of mischief.
Taking a deep breath as he felt himself becoming more and more aroused as the seconds passed, Jude shifted in his spot to make room for his growing length.
Naya could feel Jude's growing arousal pressing against her, a surge of desire coursing through her at the intimate contact. She shifted slightly, allowing him to settle more comfortably, the heat between them palpable in the air.
“Lay on your stomach.” Jude's voice was a husky whisper, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. Naya complied without hesitation, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. She settled on her stomach, her body tingling with anticipation as she awaited his next move.
Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, Jude raised Naya’s hips with one hand as he used the other to slip the pillow beneath her.
Naya's breath hitched at the sensation of being positioned by Jude, her body responding eagerly to his touch. She felt a surge of arousal as he adjusted her, preparing her for the pleasure that awaited her.
With a mix of excitement and anticipation, Naya braced herself for what was to come, trusting Jude completely to lead her to heights of ecstasy. As he positioned himself behind her, his hands trailing teasingly along her skin, she felt a wave of desire wash over her.
In that moment, with Jude's hands and body poised to take her to new heights of pleasure, Naya surrendered herself completely as she felt herself being filled inch by perfect inch.
Just as Jude's length fully nestled inside of her, a knock came from the door followed by a woman's voice calling, "room service."
"Fuck," Jude sighed as he pulled out of Naya, fixing himself back into his pants as he went to answer the door.
Naya let out a frustrated groan, feeling the sudden interruption break the spell of their intimate moment. She lay on the bed, her body still tingling with the remnants of their passion, her desire for Jude burning like a flame.
Fixing her panties back Naya watched as Jude quickly dealt with the room service delivery, her mind still reeling from the sudden halt to their intimate encounter. She couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and longing, the desire for Jude still simmering beneath the surface.
Once the room service had been taken care of, Jude returned to the bed, a bowl filled with fries in one hand a plate containing a cheeseburger in the other.
“Feed me,” Naya said as she settled back against the pillows, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Jude chuckled at her playful request, his eyes dancing with amusement as he settled beside her on the bed. He picked up a fry and held it out to Naya, his gaze never leaving hers as she leaned forward to take a bite.
The intimate moment of feeding each other felt like a sweet contrast to the heated passion they had just shared. Naya savored the taste of the fry, feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy with Jude as they shared the simple act of eating together.
As they continued to share the meal, their conversation shifted to lighter topics, laughter filling the air as they enjoyed each other's company. The room was filled with a sense of contentment and warmth, the afterglow of their lovemaking still lingering in the air.
Once they had finished eating, Jude set aside the empty plates, his gaze lingering on Naya with a look of affection. He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and loving.
"Thank you for being you," Jude whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "For sharing yourself with me, for trusting me with your desires."
Naya's heart swelled with emotion at his words, feeling a rush of gratitude for the man who had come into her life and awakened a passion within her that she never knew existed. She reached out to cup his face, her eyes shining with love and admiration.
"I should be the one thanking you," Naya replied softly.
Summary: Kylian Mbappe x reader, breeding kink SMUT!
Kylian was a sucker for raw dogging, he couldn’t even remember the last time he bought condoms. He loved the idea of coming inside you, risking the possibility of impregnating you. The thought of filling your cunt with his seed did unimaginable things to him. He didn’t mind if you actually ended up pregnant because in all honesty, that was his primary goal. It was the ultimate way of marking you as his, and only his.
Ditching the condom was a mutual thing and you were fully aware of this kink. The both of you agreed on using other forms of safe sex, such as birth control. You didn’t mind this at all, you actually enjoyed and encouraged it, the both of you benefiting from the immense pleasure. You loved feeling every ridge of his cock as he rammed himself inside you and he loved the raw feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his girth.
He would be on top of you, missionary style. His thrusts were slow but rough, dragging out and slamming back in. You would be under him, holding onto his back, nails leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders. He held your hips against the bed, anchoring you down as his hips did all the work. Your eyes would be slammed shut, enhancing the feeling of his cock stretching you to your limit. He grunted with each thrust, your walls getting tighter and tighter.
“I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he whispered huskily in your ear. He slipped out of you, earning a whimper from you. He stood at the edge of the bed and dragged you towards him. You giggled as he placed your legs over his shoulders, giving him more access to your pulsating cunt. He didn’t even hesitate, his large cock ramming into you. You moaned loudly, your wet walls welcoming him instantly. You stared up at him, mouth agape as moans and whimpers spilled out. He watched your face intently, loving the way your cheeks were flushed and the way you whispered his name.
“So beautiful…full of my cock,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible. He looked down, watching his cock appear and disappear with each thrust. His dick twitched inside you, and you knew he was close. He placed his thumb on your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves. This sent you over the edge, legs quivering as the knot in your stomach unraveled. The warmth of your juices triggering his release, filling you with his cum. He grunted and stilled himself, making sure every ounce of his seed was buried deep inside you. He pulled out slowly, his cock completely limp. He kept your legs in the air, smirking as he watched his cum drip out of your cunt.
5.2k words. Jude*female reader. Smut & suggestive language. And many confused feelings.
A/n - When we don't get Jude holiday content (the kind with other women), we make shit up
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You missed him.
Son of a bitch, you actually missed him.
Jude had left an hour after waking you up for an early morning tumble. It had been your idea, since he kept yapping in your ear after you two were done, with the typical annoying chirpiness of a morning person, while you just wanted to snuggle in the cozy sheets, & enjoy the pleasant relaxation washing over your muscles. So, you had nudged him to take care of whatever it was he needed to take care of and he had left, promising to return soon.
But now, you missed him. The room suddenly felt too big, too empty, too quiet without him.
His cologne was still all over you, on the pillow next to you. The sheets reeking of his scent. His belongings spread on the side-table - an expensive looking watch, an LV waist pouch, and a box of condoms.
Would it be downright pathetic to ping him for an ETA?
YES. Your inner voice chided you, loudly.
Remember what this is. What you are to him. The flavour of the week, if even that.
Fine, you were gonna wait. Let him take his sweet time. You’d rather die than be accused of being clingy, especially in this context.
It’s been 90 minutes, stop being so dramatic. Screamed your inner voice again.
You stretched your limbs before getting out of bed, sighing at the soreness. A hot bath was the need of the hour. And house keeping.
Twirling in front of the mirror in your new deep blue summer dress, another daring purchase for the trip, you wondered if he’d like this one.
Well, he had liked blue on you yesterday. A lot.
Heck, it DID NOT matter. It SHOULD NOT matter. You were dressing for yourself. To look good for yourself.
But a little bit for him too.
3 hours. He’d been gone three hours now. It was already 10 am. You started to wonder if he was coming back at all. But he left his stuff? Well it won’t even be pocket change to him. Did he get bored already? Moved on to finer pastures?
Right on cue, the door opened, taking you by surprise. Jude emerged, in all his glory. Donning a loose multi-coloured unbuttoned summer shirt, with matching shorts. Chiselled abs on full display. The chest hair, with a trail going down into his shorts. And then there were those legs. Despite your annoyed state, you nearly salivated at the sight.
He was mumbling something about taking your keycard, in case you were still asleep. But you couldn’t register a word. Senses too distracted to focus.
Jude had this air about him - a casual nonchalance, an unshakable confidence, an inherent swag. Used to getting his way in life. Making the world bend to his will. It was sexy as hell.
But it irked you too. Was it because he operated like he owned every room he walked into, and everyone in it? Or because you wanted to let him own you? You couldn’t tell anymore.
‘Could have knocked first.’
Jude cocked his head sideways at the comment, smirking mischievously, scanning you up & down. A sight for sore eyes. Blue really was your colour.
‘Nothing that I haven’t seen already.’
But something he’d like to see a lot more of. All day today. The dress looked like a million dollars on you, but he’d still prefer it on the floor.
Your hands gripped your dress (a movement his eyes followed), to curb the shiver running down your arms. Even while being arrogant, he was still charming.
‘Someone else could have been here with me.’
You managed to find your wits, and shot back.
His whole demeanour changed. Features hardening, gaze intensifying, as he stepped closer. Subconsciously, you retreated, gasping when your back hit the desk. He stood toe to toe now, towering over you. Your fingers started fiddling aimlessly as you avoided his burning glare, realising you had touched a nerve. HARD.
The tension in the air reverberated through your body and you jumped when his large hands gripped your ass, kneading the exact spot he had spanked yesterday. The residual sting making you whimper & bite your lip, drawing his attention to your mouth.
Jude bent down, biting your earlobe, drawing another whimper, as he whispered in a low, raspy, menacing tone.
‘I NEVER share what’s MINE, especially when I have wanted it so much.’
You wobbled, and clutched his biceps for support, as his hand slid under your dress & found your dripping core.
‘Already?’
The tone was half-mocking, half-proud, as he cupped you over your panties, your legs spreading on their own accord to accommodate his hand. Then, with a measured move, he lightly slapped you there. Sending shockwaves through your nerves.
You mewled and fell forward onto his chest. Stunned & turned on beyond any fathomable limits. Moaning his name, sounding unabashedly needy.
That proved to be his undoing.
You found yourself bent over the desk, face down into the glass top, your dress yanked down & pushed up to pool at your waist, your hips adjusted to his preferred angle, your panties discarded somewhere, your hands struggling to find some kind of purchase on the glass, your shaky breaths making patterns on the sheer surface.
Vulnerable and spread open for him. Exactly as he liked.
A quick preparation with his fingers, and he was sliding inside you, groaning at the hot, tight squeeze of your walls, stretching you fully. Your back arched, as your body struggled to take him in. But he kept going, till he bottomed out.
Sounds of sex filled the room - your choked moans, his uneven grunts, his body slapping against yours, while yours slapped against the desk. Your nails scratched on the glass, his angles shooting sensations up & down your spine, hitting spots inside you didn’t know existed. The rapid movement of your bare nipples pressed on the cold glass made you scream. Which brought him out of whatever trance he was in.
Jude paused instantly, bent down, & brought his face to the side of yours.
‘What’s wrong?’
Words failed you. Somehow, you managed to point to your chest. He understood, bringing one arm underneath your breasts, shielding them from the glass. You whimpered at the relief. He stayed put, unmoving, panting over your neck.
‘Too much? Should I stop?’
Your nervous shake of head was all the signal he needed. He went again, tad slower this time, but still rocking your world in a thousand different ways. Making you see stars & entire galaxies as your vision blurred. Your scream when you came was muffled by the glass, and you were far too overstimulated to register his groan as he climaxed soon after.
Jude put his hands on either side of you, half-bending, half-standing, still buried inside, as he came down from his high. Looking over your spent form.
As you stayed half passed out, few things became clear in your mind about him. 1) He was possessive to the hilt. 2) He liked to take from behind when he was in the mood for fucking / hard sex. Face to face was for softer, calmer, gentler situations, like this morning. 3) He was as much a boobs guy as an ass guy. 4) Football wasn’t his only natural gift, to the point it was unfair to other men. No way they could compare to the whole package that was him, and he knew that all too well. 5) His dominance and aggression didn’t end on the football pitch, he brought it to bed too.
Lost in these thoughts, you didn’t register when he carried you bridal-style to bed, looked you over for any bruises (he was kicking himself hard for not factoring in the glass top properly), cleaned you & tucked the blanket over you.
Only coming to your senses when you were pulled against a hard muscular body, laying on your side, his arms wrapped around you, his cheek caressing yours, as you heard him mutter softly.
‘Say something. Please.’
Jude had been half-hard before he walked in, the hours away were literal physical torture. Then that dress, and especially your comment made him tip over the edge. He hadn’t planned to be rough, not so soon in the day at least. Definitely not after last night.
You sighed as he showered you with forehead kisses, somehow re-discovering your voice.
‘You snore in your sleep.’
Amused, he turned his face slightly to look at you, then laughed an infectious laugh, his whole body shaking with the sensation, as he squeezed you lightly in his hold, bringing a smile to your tired face.
‘Well, we have already established you are a liar.’
‘Please, have the others not told you this?’
He didn’t usually sleep in the same bed with the others all night, not so soundly anyway. Even on some rare occasions, he parted ways swiftly in the morning, without much conversation. What was happening right now was not the norm, it was a massively astronomical exception. Something he was still struggling to wrap his head around.
‘Stay a few days more?’
That came out of nowhere, even for him.
She turned her head, looking at him oddly.
‘Can’t. Work calls.’
‘Say you’re sick. Or, if your boss likes football, tell him he can have season tickets in whichever stadium he wants.’
You rose up on your elbows, to laugh at his silliness. But he looked sincere so you changed tact.
‘Clearly you haven’t worked in a corporate before.’
He hadn’t. And that effectively shut him up on the topic.
Few lazy minutes passed in silence. Your fingers traced patterns on his chest, half laying over him, while his fingers carded through your open messy hair.
‘You really don’t do this, do you?’
He didn’t need to elaborate. You understood he was referring to casual sex.
‘I meant what I said earlier. Every word.’
‘Then why this? Why me?’
He sounded sincere, not trying to fish for compliments or anything, genuinely curious to know.
Because it became physically impossible to resist you.
‘An adventure I guess.’
You shrugged, trying to not give away anything more. Anything real. Anything about the state of desperation he had put you in.
He hummed, as he mulled over it.
‘And this trip was an adventure too?’
This time you didn’t need to lie.
‘Kinda. Work was getting a bit much. Needed this mini escape.’
‘Me too.’
He blurted out, again out of nowhere. Jude started to wonder if he was coming down with some kind of bug or something.
‘Like how?’
He had sworn not to dwell on this, to leave it behind on the field, like he had promised his mum. But it was easier said than done.
You sensed the heaviness in the air, and in his mood. Your hand moved to his face, stroking it gently, nudging him to continue. He accepted the comfort, leaning into your palm.
‘Lost a very important final for my country. Couldn’t play my best. Failed them.’
You didn’t know what to say to that. It must have been hard to deal with, and almost impossible to forget.
‘Well, you have a long journey ahead. Second chances will come.’
He shut his eyes, not wanting to reveal the heartbreak. But his expressive face did the talking.
‘This was the second chance. A third chance rather. And we blew it. I blew it. They won’t forgive me.’
His face contorted, and he sank further into the mattress.
The words clutched at your heart, and his pain hurt your soul. Deeply.
‘Heyyyy, look at me.’
He didn’t. He couldn’t. Still too raw inside.
You climbed on top of him and smothered his perfectly symmetrical face with kisses, every inch of it, slowly. Then moved to his lips, giving them a quick peck, which he reciprocated. Moving below, you brushed your lips against his long neck, as his hands unfisted from the sheet, wrapping around your waist. Your whole body weight was on him now, which he seemed to welcome.
But he was still hiding from you, behind closed lids.
Your thumbs massaged the frown lines on his forehead, soothing them, as you bit the tip of his nose affectionately. He sighed, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
‘If you care this much, then you’ll make it happen again. And this time, you’ll go over the line. Just need to keep believing and working for it.’
Finally, he popped his eyes open, flashing a delicate, hopeful smile. You smiled back and leaned in to peck his nose again, but pulled you in for a deep passionate kiss, only breaking it when he sensed your breathlessness, & let you roll off of him.
Jude turned to his side, eyes roaming your spent form (you hadn’t even bothered to pull up the blanket), as his warm hand splayed on your stomach.
‘We need to work on your stamina.’
Offended, you tried to push him away, but he stayed put & giggled at your meek efforts.
‘Well, I am not a professional athlete, hello? And….I don’t do all this….stuff…nowhere as frequently as you. So, I am good, thanks.’
‘But what if someday you want to try more?’
Irritated, you decided to get back at him, knowing he won’t be able to retaliate given his guilt over your exhausted state.
‘Yeah, like what? A threesome maybe?’
That wiped the smile off his face. Good start, then.
‘Not gonna lie, it’s always been a fantasy having both of these (you pointed to your tits) sucked simultaneously.’
Jude had recovered enough to catch on to your little game by now.
‘Careful, doll.’
You ignored him completely. Having tasted blood, you couldn’t stop, going for the kill.
‘Anyone from your entourage, maybe? Or a teammate? Cama looked cute on your Insta, is he here by…’
Jude didn’t let you finish. In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning your hands over your head as his mouth claimed yours in a punishing kiss. You squirmed under him, to no avail.
‘Threesome huh?
He barked in between demanding kisses.
‘You barely take ME fully and you want another man? Tell me, how will you take two together? WHERE will the other one go?’
For the second time today, you realised you had bitten more than you could chew. The bear had been well & truly poked.
‘Here?’
He shoved two fingers in your mouth, past your gag reflex. Eyes wild, showing you what he was picturing.
You shook your head from side to side, desperate to hold on to at least some of your erstwhile principles. And panted when he withdrew his fingers.
His hand slid behind you, poking at the back entrance. Your whole body jolted at the touch, and the implication, as you tried to peel his hand away.
‘No? Didn’t think so.’
Next, he gruffly squeezed your boobs close, admiring the valley in between.
‘Now this is tempting, but still not enough to climax. Which leaves this.’
Jude grabbed your right hand, looking straight into your flustered eyes. Challenge loud & clear in his animalistic gaze.
You wanted to run. At the same time, you wanted to meet him head on, to wrestle the control back.
He could tell you were considering it, and pounced on the opportunity, dragging your hand to his briefs, over his crotch. You both gasped at the touch.
‘Yes? Say yes.’
You couldn’t deny him. You didn’t wanna deny yourself either, curious about what he’d feel like.
The moment you nodded, he ripped away his briefs, and brought your hand back over his already excited member, covering it with his. Guiding your motions.
Your eyes widened at the feel of him - he hadn’t put on a condom this time, wanting you skin to skin. No barriers.
‘Come here doll, let me show you.’
Jude proved to be a good teacher. And you had always been a good student. Keen, curious, eager, fast learner. And in this specific instance, deeply enchanted with a gorgeously horny boy, therefore extra motivated to be good for him.
Going by his grunts, you WERE good. Considering the way his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, you were better than good. He grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, cursing into your mouth, while his hand continued to guide yours, going at a frantic pace now.
Throughout, you couldn’t sway your eyes from his face. Every little twitch imprinted deep into your mind, a core memory even. One could climax just looking at him like that. If you weren’t so sore & spent right now….
‘FUCKING HELL.’
He came with a groan. Splashing everywhere. Making a complete filthy mess of the sheets. And of you.
He panted against your lips, slowly calming down, plopping back on the pillow. While you remained dazed by what you had just done & witnessed.
After a few minutes, he gathered you in his arms again, carrying you to the shower. You welcomed the comfort of hot water, and the support of his body engulfing yours, keeping you from crumbling. The sight of him under the water, all wet & glistening, was pornographic. Another memory stored for life.
A nap seemed super enticing post the shower. Wrapped in bath robes, limbs intertwined, you both fell into a relaxing sleep. When you woke up, it was time for lunch. Jude knew the drill by now, quietly hiding in the washroom when the waiter came with the tray. Both had built an appetite, so the food felt extra delicious.
Post lunch, you cleared out a few emails on your laptop, preparing for tomorrow, while he sat next to you, watching some pre-season match on TV, head resting over your shoulder. It was impairing the movement of your arm as you typed but you were never going to make him move.
‘So, where do you work?’
You paused, and gave him a side-eye.
‘You are not supposed to know.’
‘Jeez, I mean which city.’
‘Amsterdam for the next 5 weeks. Then, back home.’
‘And where’s home?’
‘Far away. Not in Europe.’
You kept typing, eyes firmly on the screen, and Jude understood he wasn’t going to get anything more than this.
‘Wherever it is, I could fly you out, you know.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘Fly you out, to Madrid. To be with me. Whenever we want.’
To be his booty call is what he meant. Now you understood. Is that what he did with others too? All part of some playbook? Well, she wasn’t going to become another entry in the long list of girls he had at his beck and call.
‘Jude, I told you this was going to be just one weekend. Then we go back to our lives.’
‘I know, but, why is that set it stone?’
‘Because this is not me. I can’t go about my life while still doing this.’
‘But why?
‘Why? Because I don’t recognise the person I am right now. I am not so rash, carefree, whimsical, BOLD. This is an anomaly. And for what it’s worth, I like who I am in my real life. I have my own little world that I am content with. My own principles, which I stand by. Taking an 8-10 hr flight for hook-ups does not really fit into my scheme of things. I’d much rather wait for a real relationship, stick to my beliefs.’
Jude listened intently, soaking in every said and unsaid thing, trying to get to the root of what was getting you so riled up.
But he had always been a straightforward person. Didn’t like living with regrets. Go after what you want was his mantra.
‘Do you like the person you are right now, with me?’
You stared open mouthed, connecting the dots of how he was trying to check-mate you.
‘I am not gonna play this game with you.’
‘It’s not a game. Maybe the universe is sending you a message.’
‘I highly doubt the universe would be messaging me to keep hooking up with you. Universe has better things to do than that.’
‘Has this been so forgettable for you, then?’
He knocked the wind out of your chest with the poignance of his words and the disarming vulnerability of his voice. You felt lightheaded, and reached for his arm to steady yourself. Your tone softened.
‘I - I never said that. Never meant that.’
‘Then why are you so cross with me? Looking at me like that. Was it so wrong to want to see you again?’
You scooted closer, towards his body heat, and rested your head on his shoulder.
‘Didn’t mean to. I guess shit just got too real when you said that.’
And because you hadn’t still fully come to terms with the choices you had made this weekend. Deciding to continue it will not let it remain an anomaly, and will go against everything you believe in. No, you can’t fall for this. Will have to resist the temptation that was this man. Cut the chord this weekend, for the sake of your sanity. And return to normalcy. Never letting a single soul know what happened here.
He was quiet. And still. Processing the rejection. You climbed into his lap, cupped his jaw, gazing into his turbulent eyes.
‘We still have half a day. Let’s not spoil our remaining time together?’
He didn’t say anything, just looked at you with a blank expression, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, hugging him close. Feeling a strange sense of guilt. But you hadn’t done anything wrong, this had always been the arrangement. He was anyway going to get bored of this (you) soon even if you had agreed to continue. This was for the best. A clean cut.
Then why was it eating away at you? Making your insides churn?
‘Please, Jude. Please, just..’
You snuggled your head into the crook of his neck, and felt his arms settle around you. He lifted you out of his lap and made you lay on your back, as his eyes roamed over you. And his mind worked extra time to arrive at a decision. You waited patiently.
‘How much do you like this dress?’
A lot.
‘Do whatever you want.’
He tore it off, ripping with force, taking his frustration out on it. Laying you bare for him.
But he wasn’t rough. No, what happened over the next hour was more intense than even any BDSM out there.
Because, Jude made love to you. Worshipped your body. Touched you in ways that was ruining you for other men. Whispered such things in your ear that no other voice would ever be good enough. Looked at you with such longing & passion that you could see your image in his honeyed orbs. Kissed you so fervently that you were becoming addicted to his lips. Sucked your boobs so thoroughly that you almost came just from that. Ate you out with such determination like his life depended on it. Fucked you to oblivion, to the point you thought you were getting a stroke. Made you peak over & over, like he was trying to set a new record in the history of mankind.
All while never breaking eye contact with you, never letting you slip away or hide from him.
You could tell he was proving a point, showing you what you would be missing out on. That the two of you still had a lot more to discover together. That only he could make you feel a certain way. And that sex with him can be like this also - more, different, real. Not just a sating of lust.
But you had to stay strong. Because if you fall, it’s gonna be a slippery slope. A bottomless pit. You had so much more to lose in this, because he clearly was not ready for anything more. Even if he didn’t fully realise that, you could tell as much. And this half-in, half-out arrangement would be a recipe for disaster in your life.
As your sweaty bodies laid intertwined with each others, basking in the afterglow, you couldn’t resist placing little kisses on his chest, earning sweet sighs from him.
It was almost evening now. Only a few more hours left with him.
You had to pack, book your cab to the airport, do your web checkin. And call home - since you had been practically MIA for two days. So much to do, but you couldn’t move from his side. Just a few more mins like this.
Finally, you got up, moving around the room to gather your stuff. While he laid on his stomach, towards the edge of the bed, arms crossed & tucked under his chin, just watching you silently.
‘You…don’t have to stay if you are getting bored, you know.’
‘Do you want me to leave?’
You zipped your bag and kneeled in front of him, cupping his cheeks with both hands.
‘I want you to stay.’
‘I want you to stay too.’
You sighed, pressing your foreheads together, unable to respond in any other way. Because there was nothing to say.
‘How about dinner on the balcony? And some wine?’
You tried to sound enthused, looking at him expectantly. He gave in.
‘I have a bottle you’d really like.’
The dinner was light, neither of you in the mood for anything elaborate. The wine was heavenly though, you hummed appreciatively with every sip during your first glass. Later, both of you gulped it down fast, to fill in the awkward silence, emptying the bottle in an hour.
You swayed a little as you walked to the railing, soaking in the sound of the waves and the moonlight dancing on it.
Jude stayed on the couch, eyes firmly glued to you. The silver nightdress shone in the moonlight, creating a halo like effect. An elusive, mysterious fairy, who was flying away from him in a few hours. Never to be seen again. Pangs of a strange, hitherto unknown emotion gripped his heart. And he closed the distance between you two, while he still could.
Strong arms came around your waist, holding you gently. You leaned back into his chest, as your hand reached behind to stroke his face.
‘Won’t you miss this?’
Wine had numbed your filters and inhibitions. You couldn’t lie anymore. Couldn’t pretend.
‘I will.’
‘No one special back home then? Someone who could make you feel this way?’
‘No.’
His lips brushed your shoulder, sending a shiver down your back. The cool night air adding to the charged touch, as his fingers played with the strap of your nightdress.
‘So let me have you till then. Till there is….till you find…..and then you can…..’
He couldn’t bring himself to say the rest - the sheer thought of you settling down with someone so unpleasant, like a punch in the gut.
‘If you are around, I won’t be able to.’
He was dangerous, so dangerous for your sanity.
He had gotten what he initially wanted - your body. Why wasn’t that enough? Why was he asking for more than you could give? Why did he want to come for your soul, your heart too?
‘You won’t know till you actually try. Maybe I’ll change your mind. Or maybe you’ll change mine.’
Another emotional whiplash with his thoroughly befuddling words. Chipping away at the carefully constructed shield around your heart.
It had to stop. This had to change course.
‘Please, this is the wine talking. You’ll be repeating this to someone else a few days later.’
‘You think so? You think I’d jump in bed with someone else straightway? Like tomorrow?’
His grip became firmer. On your body. And your senses.
‘Won’t you?’
‘Would you like that?’
‘It’s none of my business.’
‘WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? Answer me.’
‘Jude please…’
He flipped you by your waist, grabbing the back of your neck.
‘Stubborn. So stubborn.’
A wet, needy make-out ensued, where you met him halfway. Gripping your butt, he lifted you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.
But he didn’t take you inside, settling on the balcony couch instead, making you straddle his thighs.
‘Not outside.’
‘Yes outside.’
‘But…’
‘It’s dark. No one can see us. Trust me.’
He lifted your nightdress over your head, pleased to find you naked underneath. His briefs were quickly discarded too, as he started to pull you down over himself, spearing you with this angle, while his mouth wreaked havoc on your chest, and his hands roamed your back with abandon.
For one last time, you submitted to him. Wholeheartedly. Just laying in his arms as he took you on a joyride. His hands doing most of the work when your legs couldn’t keep up with his thrusts.
‘How are you still so tight? After everything?’
Your body was filled with his marks and bruises, and you refused to even acknowledge the unseen marks he had left on you. The way he had penetrated the depths of your conscience. Clawing his way in.
Tears started to pool at the corner of your eyes, but you fought them valiantly. Not letting him see.
Jude had finally been able to put a finger on the strange emotion he had been feeling all day. It was desperation. He was desperate to not let you disappear forever. Feeling completely powerless - he’d never been on the receiving end of this before.
‘At least give me your Insta.’
He mumbled as you both were close, his strokes becoming sloppy.
‘I won’t follow. Won’t do anything to draw attention to you. But at least I’d be able to see you.’
But then he’d know who you were. Where you lived. Where you worked. He’d be able to find you, reach out to you. And this weekend won’t remain your secret only.
‘Let me…think about that…yeah?’
You kissed him, shutting down any further protests, taking in the feel of his lips. For the final time. You moaned into each others mouths as you fell apart together. Wrapped around each other. Naked on a balcony. Under the dim moonlight.
He carried you back to bed, settling in next to you. Both too emotionally & physically exhausted. You clung to him, moulding your body to his, snuggling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you both willed yourselves to go to sleep. With a heavy heart.
Next morning, when he woke up, you were gone. Unable to handle the prospect of another goodbye, plus not wanting to wake him up after he had twisted & turned restlessly most of the night. Frankly, you weren’t sure you had it in you to leave if he woke up and looked at you in that trademark way of his.
He understood why you did what you did, looking around the now empty room. Not knowing what to do next. Feeling a sense of loss he didn’t know how to process. Needing a hug from his mum.
Just then, he saw a note on your pillow, carefully tucked under the TV remote.
‘I’ll always remember you. Please know, this was the only way.
Love,
Your first name.’
That made him smile. He said your name over & over, deciding it suited you perfectly. The signature making his heart flutter a bit.
He clicked a photo of the note. As a plan formed in his head. Of another post, drawing you back in. He knew you’d be checking his profile, maybe even following him by now. Yeah, he’d get you back, he just knew it already!
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