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summary: morgan rogers, your boyfriend bet on you and you had no idea, turns out that bet was probably the best thing that could’ve happened right now.

warnings: smut. slight angst (i guess??), p in v, pussy eating, fingering, kiss, coming inside.

a/n: I just HAD to do a fic about jude bellingham, he was my first footballer player crush, gosh he’s hot. Enjoy loves! And please sent requests!! I love writing and would love to write something requested!!

18+ MINORS DNI! / 18+ MINORS DNI!

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morgan rogers is your boyfriend but you feel like he doesnt really like you, but you didnt care. He made your modeling career go up quickly anyway.

Morgan and Jude were good friends, they played in the world cup together, for england. morgan often invited him over at your house. before the beginning of the world cup, jude came at your house while you were out.

"do you think youll goal roger?"

jude said, taking a sip of his drink.

morgan laughed.

"ofcourse I will!"

"okay. let bet."

jude cut him quickly, like he was waiting for that.

"okay, im listening."

morgan said, fingers playing a drum on his glass. jude looked away a minute, thinking about what he could bet.

"my penthouse in madrid. Ill give it to you if you score a goal on the first game."

jude said, grinning. morgan grinned even more.

"just like that? for free? and what do I give you, if I loose.."

he said an eyebrow raised.

"your girlfriend. Y/N Y/LN."

morgan s eyes widened. his mouth opened to talk but nothing came out.

he appreciated you, ofcourse but didnt felt love or anything toward you. neither did you plus, a penthouse in madrid could only tempt him.

"a night with me."

jude said, challenging him.

"not scared to loose mh?"

morgan eyes wandered away from his, thinking.

"okay."

he nodded. jude could feel his dick twitch. he replaced himself on his chair, extending his hand toward morgan’s.

morgan shook his hand.

"bet."

they both said at the same time.

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the day of the match came quickly. jude had trained like crazy. the world cup almost forgotten because you were the only prize he could think about.

47 minutes, against Croatia. Jude scored, he grinned even more than he did normally and morgan saw it. he wasnt that pissed, after all its not like he loved you.

Jude came home with morgan, the ride home was quiet between them, you were waiting for morgan on the couch, the tv sounds as a background noise.

"jude?"

you said sitting up, your eyes widened slightly.

"are we celebrating your goal?"

jude turned to morgan.

"you didnt told her did you?"

your eyebrow raised.

"told me what?"

jude grinned and sat next to you on the couch. he leaned into your ear. Between jude and you there always has been a sort of tension he oftened flirted with you when morgan wasn’t around. lets say you had more flirty interactions with jude rather than morgan. Ofcourse morgan and you had sex. but it was never really passionate. only when he came back frustrated from a loose or something, but his sex drive wasnt really.. on?

"youre gonna spend the night with me Y/N"

your eyes widened, you looked at morgan who nodded, letting out a sigh.

"we did a bet. if I won, Id get his madrid penthouse, if he won, he ll have a night with you."

your jaw tightened.

"you bet on me?! what the fuck is wrong with your morgan. you think im some.. property? something that you bet on?!"

jude chuckled at the argument, he held your wrist and leaded you to the door.

"lets go Y/N. bye morg’ see ya."

he said closing the door, he opened his passenger door to you.

"dont act all bratty. we both know youll enjoy it."

he said getting into the driver’s seat. he rode to a fancy hotel. took a big room. you stayed quiet the whole time. you were sitting on the big bed of the hotel room. jude sat next to you.

"listen. Y/N.. Im sorry but. I know morgan and I see that he dont love you. and I know you dont aswell."

he said slowly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand slid to your knee softly.

"I could love you so much better than he does Y/N.."

you let out a soft giggle, he smile instantly.

"you’re right jude.."

you said softly, looking up at him finally, your eyes met his and you saw the yearn in his eyes. he had a slight bulge in his pants. your eyes went up immediately. he saw it. ofcourse he did.

"so you’re okay with it.. mh?"

he said searching your eyes, you nodded and leaned into him to kiss him. he groaned against your lips, his hand going from your knee to the back of your head. you straddled him. you felt his bulge getting harder. pressing softly against your core.

"fuck Y/N.. you have no idea how bad I wanted that."

you giggled against his mouth, you moved to his thighs, riding it slowly, you leaned back to look at his eyes, your hands jointed behind his neck. you rolled your hips on his muscular thighs. muscles still tight from the match, his hand slid to the small of your back.

"fuck.. is morgan that bad..?"

he said grunting. he leaned into you and pulled your hair to expose your neck. he kissed it and licked where he left hickeys.

"so needy for me.."

he said his hands sliding to your hips, pressing you harder against his thighs, you moaned, your back arched.

"fuck.. shut it jude."

you said as a shaky breath. your core staining trough your panties and shorts, his thumb went to your under breast, on your rib. He looked at you fucking yourself on his thigh, his muscles tensed up, making you feel even more pleasure.

"fuck Y/N.. how touch deprived are you.."

he said as he positioned you on his cock, so you could ride him trough your clothes, your back arched at the friction.

you dry humpee each other for a good 2minutes before he stood up to lay you down on the bed, he slid between your legs. he took your shorts and panties off, letting them hang at one ankle, his thumb went to open you more.

"so pretty for me.."

he said as he slowly kissed your thigh, teasing you.

"fuck jude.. dont tease..!"

you moaned as his lips finally licked a long stripe. you shivered under his toungue. god he was good, he slid a finger inside you.

"relax Y/N.. your so tight.."

he said as he hissed, licking you more needingly, he felt his cock growing even harder, hearing you moan and getting wet from his toungue. your hand suddenly went from the bed sheets to his hair.

"f-fuck..! Jude Im gonna—"

your eyes rolled back as you came right on his toungue and his finger.

"fuck.."

he muttered before diving back in, cleaning you. when he dinished cleaning you, he trailed kisses up, stopped at your shirt and slide it up from your head, he trailed kisses higher again. he kissed your nipples trough your bra, he kissed up to your collarbone.

"fuck.. youre so sensitive when I touch you.."

"shut up.."

you said, your legs going around his waist automatically he grinned.

"playing dangerous games Y/N.. are you sure you want that..?"

he said as if he wasnt the one yearning for that moment since he saw you. you nodded, weakly looking up at him. he took your legs off his waist and pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time just enough to free his cock.

"you have no idea how bad I wanted that.."

he said while you looked down at his shaft, he was long and veiny, his tip already leaking a bead of pre cum. he teased your clit with it.

"you want it Y/N?"

"fuck yes, please jude."

you said breath shaking. he smirked and thrusted in slowly, he was bigger than morgan and you felt it, your hands went to his back, nails digging into his skin.

"fuck..!"

you muttered, eyes rolled back as he went deep inside.

"Y/N you feel so good. Y/N fuck your pussy s so tight..!"

he said your name like a blessing, like you were the only thing that mattered right now— and you were. he started to roll his hips, whispering dirty things in your ear and you couldnt be more sexually pleased.

"gonna come."

he said panting, you felt him going faster, searching his orgasm and like that, he found yours and you came on his cock, eyes rolled back and back arched. he thrusted one last time and came deep, his hot semence mixing with yours at the lazy ans tired roll of his hips. he stayed in, his head going to the crook of your neck, body pressed on top of yours. you both stayed like that for probably a minute before another round, another one with another position— and a fourth one before he fell on top of you again.

"I ve fantasized of that moment.."

he whispered, his hand going to caress your cheek.

"cant say I didnt thought about it."

you admitted quietly, you let it hang in the air. you DID fantasized about your boyfriend’s hot, tall, funny and thoughtful friend often— too often for it to just blame your wandering thoughts.

"thought? Y/N wouldnt you be lyin’..? guess I did good with that bet."

he said chuckling, flopping onto the side next to you, his hand going to your stomach, resting there. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"dont push your luck jude."

he chuckled and leaned in to kiss your temple wich made you gasp, he noticed it and laughed.

"after all that.. you’re still as sensitive.. that’s cute"

he said before pulling you onto his chest and turned on something on the tv, you didn’t payed attention to the serie he was watching, you were softly rubbing slow circles on his abs, liking how they tensed up under your touch.

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