(3) LOVE AND WAR â JUDE BELLINGHAM
SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you donât see him. Heâs in love with you and you donât see him.
PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader
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Trent wasnât stupid, he was aware that Jude had feelings for you. Major feelings. From an outsider perspective he definitely was the backstabbing bastard who stabbed his friend in the front for a girl.
But he didnât care, Jude had liked you for years and hadnât made a move but when he finally decided to make one after seeing that Jude had no plans to make you his, Trent decided to step up.
âYou should apologize T, you hurt his feelings. Itâll make you feel better.â You muttered into Trentâs ear kissing him softly after every word trying to reassure him about what had happened. Jude was a sensitive guy on the inside and you were sure Trent knew that.
He doesnât like conflicts or fighting but something about Judeâs outburst last night rubbed you the wrong way. You had a clue about why he bursted out in anger like that but couldnât quite put your finger on it.
âFuck no. He punched me, not the other way around. When he learns to use his words and apologizes Iâll talk to him.â Trent kissed you back after he ended his sentence firmly telling you he didnât want to continue the conversation, you sighed in defeat before kissing his forehead and picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries placing it on Trentâs lips.
He opened his mouth and ate the whole thing including the leaf at the top before you could pull it away. âYou donâtâ! Eat the topâŠâ
Trent grinned at you as he chewed the strawberry as slowly as he could, almost as if he was trying to seduce you. You giggled as pulled him in closer towards the kitchen counter you were sitting on waiting for him to swallow the strawberry.
âYâknow a little birdie told me you called me a hot piece of ass at practice yesterday. Is that true?â You inquired looking up at Trent who had. sheepish look his face knowing he had gotten caught.
âDid the birdie also tell you how bravely I fought my friend for you? Look how injured I am.â Trent pointed to the bandage resting on the corner of his forehead as he tried to steer the conversation to another direction.
âIt did. But it still doesnât excuse calling your girlfriend a piece of ass. Itâs mean.â You pouted looking down at the floor as you pulled at the stings of Trentâs grey joggers pretending to be upset. He lifted your face by your chin sliding his hands towards the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.
His lips were soft and tasted the chocolate at one time and strawberries at another, you felt his warm tongue swop the bottom of your lip signalling you to part your lips to make space for his tongue.
Deciding to be cheeky you denied him access just for it to backfire on you as he tilted your head back and pulled your jaw down just enough for your lips to part allowing his tongue to enter. Feeling his dominance just radiate from a simple French kiss gave you an all to feeling feeling in your panties.
Your warm bodies were pressed against each other so closely there was barely any room between your chest and Trentâs bare one, it was somewhat lewd. Your hands tracked from the back of his neck towards his back as you rubbed your hands up and down slowly sending tingles down his spine.
Finally after an eternity you both pulled away with a thin string of saliva connecting you both as you heaved heavily trying to catch your breaths as you gazed into one anotherâs eyes watching them go dark in lust. Trent leaned in closely towards your ear and whispered, âDoes that make up for it?â
You sighed in romantic and sexual satisfaction as you felt his wet lips place kissed down your jawline all the way to your collarbone, âOr do I have to make it up to you differently?â He muttered as he buried his head into your chest, just as he was about to continue you heard someone clear their voice and turned your head to hear who it was. âMorning.â
âJude? Good Morning! How was your night?â You asked him sweetly as your hands were tangled in Trentâs locâs pulling on them slightly to stop him from advancing any further in-front of Jude.
Jude on the other hand felt like he was being punished, like he commit a sin so badly in his past life that he had to watch his best-friend almost sex the woman he loves right in-front of him. First thing in the morning. âMmh.â He grunted out walking towards the fridge ignoring Trent totally with Trent doing the same.
âLast night I pack a lunch for you to take to practice today, itâs your favourite.â You mentioned through your nonstop giggles as you tried to stop Trent from peaking into your shirt, Jude didnât dare turn his head in your direction as he felt if he did he would just vomit. The sight was just that rancid.
âThanks.â He muttered grabbing it and quickly walking out of the kitchen desperately needing to get away from that. Watching Trent kiss on you for at-least 3 minutes was quite humbling & humiliating to a degree that should be considered inhumane.
He hated himself for loving you so much he couldnât make any space in his heart to hate you, even when you trample on his heart over and over again, if he truly saw no chance with you he probably wouldâve moved out by now but again he wasnât a quitter or a coward.
You mightâve thought you loved Trent but Jude knew better, you didnât love him. He wasnât all that great in bed, he wasnât a romantic guy. He just wasnât that guy. He wasnât the guy for you and Jude knew it. But he was the guy that was here. The perfect guy; on paper at-least.
He was in your age range, you both had similar interests & he was just the better match. But statistics didnât matter, especially when it comes to love. As he turned the corner walking towards the hallway he heard you squeal in excitement from something Trent was doing as he heard something fall down.
The sound of kissing, squealing and things falling onto the floor in the kitchen could only mean one thing was about to go down. Sex. You both wouldnât even give him the respect and kindness of waiting till he was at-least out of the house.
Before he knew it his feet look him right into the kitchen where he met you sprawled on the kitchen island in your underwear along with Trent in his underwear bodies intertwined with one another.
âWhat the fuck?â Jude exclaimed in anger towards you & Trent, mainly towards Trent. Normally he wouldnât mind if you hooked up with people in the privacy of your own bedroom but this was in the kitchen. Where you both ate, laughed, joked & sung. Together. Before Trentâs invasion.
Without Trent intruding into your perfect life with him. Perhaps this wasnât even about the fact that you & your boyfriend were about to have sex in the shared common area. âJude! Weâre a little busy can you come back⊠later?â You awkwardly smiled at him still laid out onto the kitchen island half naked.
âCome back later? This is my house. Our house. And you donât even have decency to deal with your sexual urges in your private space.â Jude scolded you with disgusted laced in his tone. You knew he was just being obtuse seeing as how youâve done much more freaky things with Jude in the house
âOkay Iâm sorry. Câmon baby, letâs go to my room.â You pushed Trent off of you and slid off the counter while using your hands to try and shield your slightly naked body. As you shuffled passed Jude who gave you the dirtiest of side eyes towards both of you you noticed the Trent wasnât moving.
âYou coming?â You asked peering around the corner with one of the living room blankets around your body. Trent waved you to go on without him with a pissed look on his face.
âGo wait on the bed babe, Iâm coming.â Jude physically cringed at Trentâs word not even able to imagine in his head how you would looked sprawled out on his bed waiting for him.
As you sashayed away Trent turned to Jude walking closer towards him. âOkay man you need to stop doing that. I know youâre still hung up on her but sheâs with me. And I donât think she plans on leaving me for you anytime soon.â
âWeâll just have to see about that then? Cuz when you find your girlfriend waiting on my bed for me. It wonât be a very nice sight. For you at-least.â
The tension between them only rose as they both bore into each other eyes with fury. All because of a girl they both liked. Except Jude liked you more. Much more.
Trent poked his cheek with his tongue as he chuckled before he walked past Jude patting him on the shoulder before making his way towards your bedroom where you were waiting for him. The pity pat. Jude physically cringed at the feeling of it.
As he heard his footsteps become quieter and quieter Jude grabbed the display apple off the counter and chucked it at the as hard as he could at the wall. âFucking hell.â He whispered as he ran his hand through his hair.
Even though he tried to taunted Trent by being condescending he still got the last laugh as he was casually making his way to have rough dirty hot sex with you in the room right next to his while Judeâs empty threat was going to stay empty.
I mean who was he kidding? You both had been friends for years and you still hadnât made a move on him? Or even showed a sign? Soon a light bulb went off inside of Judeâs head as he remedied both of your rooms were literally side by side. The walls werenât thin but if he was able to get close enough to the wall heâd be able to at-least hear your moans. Hopefully.
He basically teleported to his room flopping onto his bed as he leaned into the wall like a little pervert and listened closely. âWhat took you so long? Something wrong?â He heard your muffled voice in between kisses, his heart squeezed in hurt hearing that.
âNothing. I was tangled with something insignificant. Donât worry about it.â Hearing that made everything unfun for him. He couldnât take listening to you both fuck like some sick cuck was all apart of his plan to steal you back but to be honest, he didnât even have a plan.
âJude didnât give you a hard time did he?â You asked between kisses felling Trent make his way from your lips all the way down towards your neck slowly undressing you from your morning clothes.
âNah. Heâs not a problem. Stop talking about him princess & continue kissing me.â
âAlright.â You giggled before what he assumed to be you leaning in to kiss Trent again. All of sudden this wasnât fun anymore. When he wanted to hear your moans you hadnât made any but when he wasnât in the mood suddenly he could hear everything.
All he heard were your moans. Loud moans. Of HIS name. It was almost insultingâ No. It was insulting. As Jude got up from his bed he grabbed his headphones and played a song at the loudest volume possible in attempt to drown out your moans.
Which worked it moments later he hadnât felt your headboard slamming against the wall he was resting on. Jude couldnât roll his eyes far back enough. The sex couldnât be that good that you guys had to do all that.
Even with all the mental gymnastics Jude was doing to convince himself that this was all according to plan and that he didnât really care about next-door. But he did he broke his heart so fucking badly.
He just needed to get out of there. Get away from the actual mental torture that he was going through. He casted the song he was listening to, to his Alexa and quietly snuck out of the house, not that you would notice seeing as how you were too busy with prince charming.
He walked down the corridor and out of the house with just a winter coat and a phone charger. He didnât know where he was going or when heâd be back but all he knew was that he couldnât come back until he had solid plan in motion to make you his.
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