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my name is eve and live in the us. my time zone is est!
rules: all of my fics have female readers and will never have any specific look unless i say so. do not often use specific names for readers unless for a special kind of work i put out (series and stuff like that)
i donāt really have any hardcore rules but i do have a list of my wills and wonts
will: fluff, angst, smut (ntm now), cheating (canāt help it), pregnancy, mental health, will dance on the finest lines when it comes to certain things but wonāt go all the way for most
wonāt: heavy/major character death, gore
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summary: during a moment of intimacy, jude tries something new
requested: -
ā ļø: smut-ish
pairing: jude
genre: smut
authors note: short blurb that came to me while in class. lame ass title because i spent so long just thinking of one .
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It was one of those slower days. No work to be done. No training. Dishes put away. Clothes folded. Nothing on tv you wanted to watch. Heavy rain outisde which didn't allow for any outdoor activities. So Jude had suggested a pastime that was a favorite for you both.
Jude made quick work of removing your clothes and it didnāt take too long for you both to end up in the shared room.
Some time had passed and your first orgasm had came, the second rapidly approaching. He was quickly nearing his first.
The two of you had reached a rhythm that signaled a peak. He had you on your back, the blankets all spread out while over you, bracing himself with his elbows, arm muscles working overtime. As he pounded into you, his hands held yours above your head, fingers laced. Muffling a small sound between your lip, you turned your head to the side, exposing the side of your neck.
Jude watched you and in that moment, his pace faltered, only for a second.
He didn't know what came over him. Jude only saw the expanse of your neck and something in him.. changed. The smooth skin was tempting, inviting. It was just.. there. And without a moments hesitation, he pressed his lips at the base of your neck, kissing you lightly before his intrusive thoughts kicked in.
Feeling his soft lips on your neck, you had only begun to moan when you felt his tongue hard and firm, pressed against your skin as he licked upwards, stopping just below your ear. The soft moan cut halfway and you let out a startled scream.
"Jude! EW!" you shoved him off, eyes opening immediately.
The man only shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "M'bad."
"No, it's not just... 'my bad!' Ugh!" you tore your hand from his grip, frantically wiping your neck.
His eyes widened a fraction, processing the reaction. With heavy breaths, his gaze was locked onto you, his hands still braced on either side of your head.
When you finished wiping your neck, you stared at him in disbelief. "Why'd you do that?"
"Didn't like it?" he murmumed, leaning close. The two of you were still connected, you could feel him twitching in you.
A small laugh escaped your mouth. "Not that I didn't like it, was just... unexpected."
He smiles. "So I could do it again?"
Your heart lurched and your brows knit. "Ew, Jude, this is gross, we just had lunch, no!"
It went silent for a second. Both of your chests heaved with exertion. His smirk widened.
The mood left you.
"Alright, off." you grumbled, nudging him away.
He huffed while slipping out of you. "Fine."
The separation was quick and after moments of shuffling and moving around, your reached for your shirt that was at the end of the bed.
"I didn't even get to finish." he groaned, his arm slung over his eyes.
Pulling on your shirt, you merely glanced back at him. Despite the blanket covering his lower half of his body, the proof was there. He was unfortunately still aroused.
"You should've thought of that before licking me like a lolly!" you laughed.
Jude laughed but it was strained. Taking another glance at him, he was now on his stomach, searching for some alleviation. He let out a few muffled sounds as he bucked against the mattress before giving up with a groan. āFucking hell.ā The man grips the blanket on the bed before he turned back over, lying flat on his back.
Moving to lie beside him, you kissed his shoulder. "I'll help you later, ākay? Just.. caught me off guard."
āWas jusā my tongue.ā he mumbles.
Your shook your head. āWell yeah but it was unexpected.ā
Jude didnāt reply. He glances at you, that shit eating grin still on his face. With a hard eye roll, your hand slipped beneath the blanket, finding his dick, still hard. āHere, compensation.ā
āThank you.ā
But neither of you were really focused. Your movements were near robotic and he wasnāt really in it. He gave a small grunt, bucking into your hand and you mumured something, probably an 'oops', he didn't hear. Suddenly, his hand came over yours, stopping it. You raise a brow.
"Hm?"
He twists his lips in thought before squinting at you. āSo.. if thatās something I wanted to try again, my tongue all over you...ā
Fighting a smile, you looked up at him. āNext time, just give me a warning." your hand squeezed him unconsciously. "Your tongue was.. cold."
"Cold??" His brows shot up. "Really? My tongue was cold?"
"As fuck."
He seems surprised, sitting up. "Is that good or bad?"
The absurdity of the question seemed to kill any rememnats of the mood. His member softened and he didn't even realize. You drew your hand back, his dick going limp. The sound of skin meeting skin seemed to echo through the room.
With a sigh, you sat and and faced him but he wasn't looking at you. His tongue was out and he was feeling it every few seconds with his fingers.
What had this day come to?
"Okay!" Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat, wiping your hands. "We're losing the plot."
He blinked, dropping his hands. "Might be, but it was hot."
Your brows raised. "Hot? Licking my neck was hot- Pfft, okay superstar. No more tongue for some time."
A loud scoff left his mouth as he leaned in, closing the distance between you two. His soft lips met yours and just as you thought the mood would return, his tongue poked out, licking you once more.
"Enough!" was all you were able to say, a fit of laughter taking over you.
"You'll give in by tommorw night." he smirked, licking your lips.
You batted him away, laughing agaisnt his mouth. "Mm, don't know about that."
But the look in your eyes suggested otherwise. Jude nodded to himself, a low and satisfied āmhm' leaving his lips. The two of you were definitely trying this again soon, he knew it. You both risked a glance at each other, and saw the shared idea in each others eyes.
He raised a brow. āTomorrow?ā
āTonight.ā
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this is so silly, i love it haha
i remember seeing an ad in a magazine years ago in which some guy was licking this girls neck and it was actually so hot
