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hihi can i pls request a fic of the reader being jobes childhood friend who has a crush on jude and like when they’re older jude notices her more and yeah! idm how you do it but can it have some sort of smut? tyy

all grown up / jude (18+)

title: all grown up

word count: 7k

pairing: childhood friend!jude x reader

description: after pining after jude for what seemed like years, you finally got over it once you and jobe started uni. but for some reason, jude is being a bit more curious than usual about you during his visit home. he’s missed out on much of your adventures, including your many firsts. (18+)

content: childhood bestfriend jude, jealous jude, bestie jobe, assertive/dominant jude, fluff, reassurance, gentle intimacy, sexual tension, teasing, hickeys, cowgirl, fingering, protected sex, begging, faux sympathy, praise, body worship.

author’s note: thank you for this request… as a candyjar subscriber i’ve yet to see a football plot on that site. curly haired reader content makes me happy, but if you’d like to imagine otherwise here, please feel free. also… i had way too much fun with this request & hope it’s to your liking!!!! i got carried away..

you kicked at the grass, wavering side to side until jobe passed you the ball, tricking it up until you passed it back for him to catch. you both touch-passed, volleying the ball across his family home’s front yard.

“aye, should we go to the rec?”

you nod, putting your hair up with the few strands falling. the blistering summer heat was not relaxing anytime soon, in fact it was so scorching that you and jobe were both pondering shirtlessness at this point. you wore your butter yellow sports bra with a pair of athletic shorts while jobe defaulted to his dark athletic short with our uni team’s jersey.

he tosses you your water bottle when you both soon crash, choosing to settle in the hot, dry grass. jobe squirts you with his water, a habit he swears is short-term but worth the waste of drinking water. you two had a common quarrel over football habits you swore were just careless thirst traps during games. jobe teased you about it often, insisting you were just a dirty-minded amateur.

you watch him check the time on his apple watch, not asking but noting it in the back of your mind. surely he didn’t make plans for today, you guys had the day set, but you did forget what today’s plans entailed since today was planned months ago— you simply forgot to jot down the nature of today’s hangout, but it seemed casual.

“what are you two doing out here?” a familiar voice, light but deep inquired from our left.

it was his older brother, jude. that was today?

jobe got up, offering you a hand to lift you up. still, jude towered you despite being slightly shorter than jobe. you forgot, but he still seemed so big.

“what are you doing here so early?” jobe asks, leaning into his brother’s handshake and hug. they share a tight embrace despite the younger’s obviously sweaty state. jude’s eyes open after a while and he looks to you, processing the changes before answering his brother’s question.

“i heard we were all going to go out for dinner, so i wanted to get situated nicely for company.”

he looks at you while saying the last part of the sentence, licking his bottom lip while looking down then up at his brother. he firmly places his hands on jobe’s shoulder, admiring him.

“you got so big, look at you. i must have been gone for too long.”

you finally step forward, folding your arms with expectation of much needed attention. unknowingly, it pronounced your chest, which became much more noticeable to jude. your gaze narrows towards him.

“and you— wow, you still somehow managed to not grow a single inch.”

his playful grin pulled you in with his arm as you braced yourself for his embrace, rolling your eyes. jobe took in the sight with joy, feeling reunited with his family entirely. “but you’ve grown up alot,” jude finally says, inhaling before pulling away.

his gaze feels different and you feel a little bit more nervous, knowing your grade school crush on him was long gone.

“i hear both of you are playing for uni,” you both nod, jobe knocks himself into your shoulder gently before placing and arm around.

jude takes notice, his smile faltering for a moment.

“i reckon you both have some schedule, yeah?”

you nod, feeling the stress of your summer training weigh on your consciousness again. you relax your head on jobe’s shoulder as he explains the overlap in their schedules, it was almost impossible for him to see you as often. he expresses his gratitude for you being here to welcome jude home.

“cheers,” jude smiles, winking before holding up a bag with goods.

“these are for mum, you can have one— just try to leave some for her, okay?” jobe nods, taking the bag and task in mind before walking back inside the house.

for some reason the sun was starting to sleep under the clouds but you felt a little hotter. jude drinks in the sight of you discreetly, trying to remain respectful of the girl who he was raised with as almost family. but you had changed much since starting uni. your hair grew out more and you grew into your features, body much more toned and tan from hours of football since the season was starting.

more importantly, he noticed your black and yellow theme. “you’ve got a nice little theme going on here.”

jude mentions, his calloused hand gently on your forearm. you push down any assumptions that he meant it any other way. it had been a while since you saw him, he had changed much himself. he changed the way he grew his facial hair, making himself look much more youthful in a way.

“thanks,” you look down, laughing softly at the random mention. “do you miss it?”

his brows raise and he brings his hand up to the back of his neck, nodding. his lips pout as he ponders.

“i reckon,” his eyes meet yours and he smiled. “clearly i’ve missed alot more.”

you flush seemingly innocent as you tilt your head while raising a brow. you can’t help but nervously laugh, “sure, what does that mean?”

“you look good.”

this expression of his was unfamiliar to you. he seemed forthcoming yet hesitant, clearing his throat to interject with his own suggestion. jobe jogs back, crumbs on his cheek. you turn your head, amused by his state.

“how were they?” you ask. he shrugs, shaking his head.

“i didn’t have the chance to try any,” his face was slightly serious, forcing stifled laughter when you looked back at jude who wasn’t amused at his brother’s shenanigans. luckily, he brought extras, knowing how eager jobe was with treats. “you dog.”

you look at jobe, gesturing towards your own face as to where he needed to wipe. clumsily he wipes the wrong side first, smiling charmingly after getting the right one.

“huh, wonder how that got there— the rec, right. we were going to the rec. but maybe we should get ready instead?”

jobe looks at you, but then you realize that you took transit to get to his place which wasn’t close by transit’s metric whatsoever. you wanted to take your time to get ready, knowing it would take longer. jobe beats you to the thought, asking on your behalf.

“ah, right.. jude, she took the bus to get here. do you mind?” you look at the taller, smiling while giving a silent thanks.

“i don’t mind at all, plus i get to see your new flat.” you took a deep sigh of relief, glad you cleaned up before leaving after a date you went on two days ago. you had yet to text him back after the date, hesitant to tell jobe about how terrible of a date his teammate was. you nod, looking at jobe who had your shirt in hand, tossing it to you.

“let’s meet back later, we have plenty of time so don’t stress,” jobe smiled, placing a hand on your back. you looked up at him nodding— another friendly gesture gone noticed by jude. he places his hand under jobe’s lower and unfamiliar to you while you walk towards the oldest who holds his keys up.

“bring her back in one piece, please,” the playful plea raised concern.

“ah. decisions– i could..” jude smiled, knowing exactly what jobe was referring to. he turns to you, tapping the small of your back. “i will bring you back safely, don’t worry.”

you suddenly remembered the inside joke all three of you had regarding jude’s incident of mistaking the gas for the brakes after a draining practice. thinking about it, he worked so hard growing up, it never went unnoticed by you especially since you looked up to him. he was like family after all. nothing more. your best friend’s brother was off limits then and still is now.

the car ride seemed like forever, your conversation jumping from tells of your adventures to rides of nostalgia between the both of you.

your place your house keys on the hooks by the door, watching as jude kicked his shoes off and neatly placed them aside. he follows you inside, making himself home before you could offer, sitting on your sofa with his arms grand along the top. jude spreads his legs naturally, looking around before getting up to follow you into your room. he analyzed your flat and choice of decoration, not surprised by your choice and taste.

“aye.” you stopped him. he raises his hands, smiling before placing them together to ask for a peek inside.

your room was still made for an unexpected night with your date and it was suspicious to him. he had always known you to be a mess– in fact, the first thing he did was investigate. “when did you get yourself together so neatly?”

you couldn’t even pretend to be offended as he sat on your bed. you walk over to grab a towel and look at him, “i can’t be neat now?” he scoffs, shaking his head quickly. “a lazy donut like you? never..” your jaw drops, barely hiding the smile as you remove your sweaty shirt and throw it in his face. he was back to looking at your torso again, still in disbelief of how much he missed.

you failed to notice, looking for dresses in your closet to toss onto the bed.

“help me out here?” you asked, “i’m going to shower, just pick like.. three maybe?”

he nods, jutting his lower lip at the stack of dresses. he didn’t know it was possible to see this many variations of reds, yellows, and blues. in fact, he hadn’t recalled the last time he imagined someone in a dress. jude took his time as your showered, stepping out after what felt like centuries.

“i didn’t know you wore dresses,” the taller started.

“or that this many existed.”

you forgot that jude grew up seeing you in the most awkward phases of your life especially when you started taking football seriously. you cared less about looks until highschool when jude got alot hotter, but still, you never expected him to notice.

“here. my big three.”

the three dresses neatly laid out on your bed were all seemingly modest and longer than expected. you had a couple of dresses from home that were usually worn at events calling for the approval of old geezers, and in this case, mormons. you sigh, looking at him as if to ask if he was serious.

“what? these are nice..”

you picked up the white and blue floral one with puffy shoulders, “i don’t recall the last time i wore this.. at a church?”

“it has a delicate touch to it.”

this man was not serious. you tossed those dresses aside, pulling out a couple of satin and halters. jude’s brows furrowed almost immediately at the length, his protective older brother instinct almost naturally forced an expression of repulsion.

“what? these are so much better than the ones you chose!”

“what’s wrong with the ones i chose?” he raised his shoulders, looking around unseriously.

you could not believe him, looking at the dresses again to see if you were imagining just how horrendous they were. you hadn’t worn much of these since highschool for recital or formal purposes and it was terribly obvious. of course he didn’t remember your attempts at femininity– perhaps it was better this way.

“we’re going to dinner, i need something fit for my figure.. not my sunday best. plus, i need to throw out my older clothes.”

jude couldn’t help but laugh at that one, “so you are still a mess.”

you nodded, picking up the dress you wore on your date. “occasionally, but i couldn’t let my date know that last weekend…” you mumbled, realizing you let it slip, remembering jobe’s forewarning about mentioning anything regarding his teammate and you to his brother.

“oh?”

“i just wanted the place to look decent.”

he looks around your room, picking up the photo frame of you and your families together. jude looks at it, reminding himself that his curiosity is purely protective and has nothing to do with this new unfound feeling. except this feeling wasn’t new, it was one he was failing to hide after last summer before he went off to madrid. you picked out a black halter dress, dinner casual and an appropriate enough length in your opinion. your curls slightly damp and ready to style.

you brush the top half back into a half up look, leaving strands to fall to the side. walking back over, you notice jude getting a little more curious about your room.

“had to tidy your bed as well?” he reaches over to your bedside drawer, taking a peek before you slam it shut.

only for a moment, he catches a glimpse. condoms, lube, and what seemed to be anything that one would need for a good night– but not after a first date. you had only planned to use these after a couple of dates and were a ‘girlfriend’ kinda person, but your girls insisted that it didn’t hurt to be casual with your best friend’s team mate, especially because it made things less complicated outside of the pitch.

jude looks away, pretending he saw nothing since the crack of the drawer was so slim. you worried anyways, knowing how good of an eye he had. he never missed anything, including the way your dressed hugged your body perfectly. he changes the subject, affirming in your mind that he absolutely saw your drawer.

“fancy anyone lately?” he asks, knowing the obvious answer was yes. you sat next to him on the bed, clumsily slipping your earrings on.

the one on the ear closest to him was much more difficult to put on for some reason, so he takes it upon himself to help you. you look up, nervously playing with your hands. there was no way he was not going to lecture you on dating jobe’s mates. surely, jobe would hear the other half of it if not the entire thing about how he would be jeopardizing with his team.

“he’s just a friend of jobe’s,” you start.

his hands stop for a moment and he watches the simple jewelry hang from your lobe. you hadn’t put on your makeup yet, but for some reason jude began to notice the huge difference up close. you hand him your necklace that he gave you before leaving for madrid, asking him if he minded.

“‘course.” he says gently, taking the thin chain to his larger palm.

you turn slightly away from him, seemingly bothered by his hand that gently moved your hair to the side. the gold plated charm caressed your collarbone. you reach up to fix it, nervously flipping it between your fingers.

“one of his mates? he know about this?”

your silence was an answer enough, even if you were using it to come up with a believable reason. jude, bitter, shakes his head.

“it’s a bad idea,” jude says, his voice protective, careful not to come off too upset.

“oh but jude, c’mon.. i haven’t had a boyfriend yet and plus– he asked me out first.” you turned back to him, touching knees when he finished placing the necklace.

“you know how it was for me growing up,” he shakes his head at your attempt to reason. “you wouldn’t understand. you had it so much easier.”

he never really recalled your looks growing up now that he realized. honestly, he never really formed an opinion on it and that was the issue. now, he cared too much about the way you looked and the way you laughed or tried not to look at him to long.

“not many guys fancy me,” you start, “i want to give dating a chance. it’s embarrassing being in uni and not yet having my first kiss..”

you trail off near the end of the sentence and to jude’s surprise you hadn’t had your first kiss. another concept he hadn’t really sat down to think about. for one, he found you stunning, even from the moment he saw you at their family home, dampened in sweat. and especially now– he didn’t believe it. but you just started uni and wanted to try anything at this point.

“you’ve grown alot.” he starts, his lips part again to continue as if he was hesitant.

“you look amazing– right now even– but, even generally..” you were surprised by his compliment, knowing high school you would be gushing and dying to hear these words. still, even now you felt your heart begin to beat out of your chest as he spoke, placing your hand on his knee. you look at him, wondering if he was being serious or just trying to make you feel better.

your hand on his knee forced him to perk up slightly, but noticeably. he was unsure of what to do, coming to terms with the slippery slope he was heading down. but he could see the genuine comfort his words brought you, knowing it would be selfish to continue.

you two were so close and have sat this close before, but it was usually with family around or under tents as kids. the real madrid player was simply just jude in this moment, he didn’t feel like a protective older brother– just jude. and it felt wrong. for some reason he wanted to be your first kiss, not some random kid who likely didn’t know your favorite movie or the fact that you hated mushrooms.

it felt intrusive.

this was intrusive.

“since when did you get all soft?” you said quietly, watching as he focused on your lips. you looked at him, feeling the air change with your hand on his knee and his hand grazing yours.

what was happening?

your heart was beating out of your chest, breathing shallow and nearly impossible to keep stable for some reason. jude swallows rather harshly. you both shift even closer to each other, still hesitant and careful as if each next move could break the world you lived in. you couldn’t do this. especially to jobe— he practically took you in like family. he could barely give you his blessings for the date last weekend. he would flip. do what? what were you even imagining?

“do you wanna finish getting ready?” you hear him say, placing his hand respectfully on your arm and up your shoulder. it brings a shiver up your spine as his fingers gently drag back.

these were only friendly, comforting gestures. from jude using your head to lean on in high school to him kissing your head after devastating losses and being the shoulder you slept on during long car rides, this was nothing. right? the problem was clearly you and your feelings towards him that you clearly left unresolved. you had known it was always jude. you couldn’t pretend as if there was nothing between the both of you from the moment he came back home.

control yourself.

jude makes a sharp inhale, watching you get up and finally breathing again once you make your way to your vanity. you sit, pulling out your makeup bag, warranting a small fit of laughter. the tension is cut by your lighthearted glare, curious as to what was so funny.

“what?”

“nothing, i just remembered a specific person telling me how makeup is poison to the mind and a… what was it?— ah, a facade for the heart!”

he recited a piece of your poetry you wrote that won a school art award and ultimately recognition beyond football while selecting universities. jude found your poem to be insightful, but found your era of rejecting femininity to be silly after seeing how amazing you looked after a single layer of mascara.

“i’m going to kick you out, jude…” you mumbled, too embarrassed to be loud about your protest. he stands up, grabbing at his keys in his pocket to walk over and place both of his hands on your shoulders.

jude leans down, his lips near your ear and eyes locked on your through the vanity’s mirror. “i’ll be back to pick you up for the dinner. be ready by 8, alright?”

for some reason you felt the words fail to come out of your mouth, so you nod.

“there’s no way they don’t have anything with red meat here,” jobe huffs, looking around after catching his volume. he cups his mouth, looking back down at the menu with great focus.

you saw an entire section dedicated to red meats in the back of the menu that he failed to look at thoroughly. gently, you take his menu and flip it over, pointing to the section he claims to have brushed over despite staring at the same side for the last ten minutes. he sat across from you and in between his mates.

what you thought would be a dinner with just the bellingham brothers was a small group meet with jobe’s friends, including the mate you happened to almost kiss last weekend. what a mess. you were sitting right in between your childhood crush and the boy you fancied for the last couple of weeks since uni started.

this was the definition of awkward. felix kept his arm on your chair and over your shoulder, brushing his thumb over your bare skin. it was comforting until you felt jude’s knee against yours. truly, you were caught in the middle with no room.

but you clearly had a preference for one over the other, and it wasn’t even close.

“felix.”

“jude.”

“i know, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“sure.”

you spent the entire night making yourself invisible, which was not only strange to felix but to jude. you were usually easygoing and interactive with his team to the point jobe checked in on you to ask if everything was okay with you and felix. he was willing to check any one of his mates for you— after all, you were his bestest friend.

for some reason the reminder didn’t make you forget about the ways jude made you feel. you could only boil the tension down to your anxiety when it came to pleasing the bellinghams. even though you grew up being seemingly care-free, you cared alot about making sure they still loved you as much as you did with them.

for a moment, you excused yourself from the table after everyone was done eating. felix holds your hand gently when you stand up, asking if you’re okay. you nod, insisting you don’t need the company.

jude notes the gesture, happy that he was gentle while bothered by the contact all at once. jobe looks back and forth from the boys, catching the slightest hint but not sure how or what to investigate, instead, he goes to check on you.

jobe catches you after you exit the restroom, leaning against the wall in a secluded.

“you were chatty,” he says sarcastically with an undertone of concern. his arms cross, “did you two hook up or something?”

you looked at him, still in your tracks.

“what?”

“you don’t have to tell me, that’s my mate after all.”

right, felix.

i shook my head. “it’s just weird hanging with all of you at the same time after the date and all..”

he caught what you were saying, nodding. jobe understood jude’s protective tendencies, reaching to touch your shoulder. “i will make sure he doesn’t cock block you for the rest of the night if that’s what—“

“what? no— it’s just— i think i’m ready to call it. preferably not with felix or anyone else for the night.”

the taller nods, “gotcha. i’m gonna go to afters with my mates, jude can take you home. he’ll join us after i’m sure.”

you nod, fixing your hair subtly, feeling a deep sense of shame for lying to jobe. it’s not like you could say, your brother who is also my best friend is making me feel things i haven’t felt in years in front of your mate who you took weeks to let me go out with.

jobe gives you a hug, forcing you to shove the guilt further down and receive the love in the meantime. you look over, seeing jude stand with his hands in his pockets, “you alright?”

nodding, the taller pulled away and presented you to jude. “take her home for me. the boys want to go for drinks with you but i’ll let them know you’ll catch up.” jude nods, welcoming his brother’s embrace and pressing his face to his temple with a deep affection.

every interaction with them reminded you of why you shouldn’t do anything to sabotage your friendship with them.

“i don’t like him.”

you laugh lightheartedly at jude’s sudden evaluation, looking over at him. “you barely know him.”

since getting to your flat you and jude immediately crashed on your bed, exhausted from today’s social obligations and mental gymnastics. your hands rested on your lower stomach, hair spread onto the sheets, totally zen.

“sure,” jude props his head up with his hand, looking down at you.

from your messy hair laid out on the sheets to the way your dim lighting glowed over your features, he was no longer denying the deep adoration he had felt all day. it was beyond surface, but undeniably clear that he was starting to become a bit too enamored.

“he’s touchy.”

“says you,” you scoff, tilting your head over to look at the madrid player.

you couldn’t help but notice that the lighting in your room happened to compliment his features just as well as he’d seen yours. you shared an infatuation with his beauty as many girls did, but yours was much different. knowing jude and seeing jude were the same thing to you at this point. so much so that you could feel his gaze burning into your cheeks.

he gently fixes your hair.

“yeah, but it’s different.”

“how different?” you asked, voice softening at how much closer you both seemed to be getting.

“when i touch you, you lean into me. with him you seem careful,” jude pushes a strand out of your face as if the view was ten times clearer than before.

for him it was. he studied your face, realizing how much it remained the same and you were still the cute girl his brother would bring home. but you were also the girl who made it incredibly hard for him to take other girls home without proper consideration for your likeness. stubborn hearted with a softness only he saw, even in the walls you put up around him.

and it was with good reason. you felt your walls slowly lower, a doe-like expression flickering in your eyes that nearly sent him over the edge.

“i like seeing you like this.” his hand cradled your chin gently, brushing the pad of his thumb over your skin.

that’s when you knew. you were not imagining the passive glances or excuses to make contact all day— in fact, your hunch on his possessive desires to keep you away from felix all night were anything but far fetched. but it confused you when you were both alone.

“jude…” your heart was beating out of your chest again, but so was his. not out of fear, but a nervousness that could only be described as a drum urging him to listen to the beckoning of its sound.

“may i?”

his brown eyes flickered over yours, seemingly closer for a moment until you shut your eyes, only feeling his warmth when he closed this distance. you nod, almost forgetting to answer verbally as you already caved to your shared desire.

jude’s lips were soft, careful at first not to be forceful, testing the fragility of your nerves. when you kissed back with a deeper need that he anticipated his hand cupped your face as if to hold you steady from what he could only cautiously assume was an overzealous need from the soft moan.

but it wasn’t at all. it was a raw but conscious reaction to the feeling of your heart finally connecting back with its body that had no option but to react to every thought that came to mind. he takes you in, tongue brushing against your lips once, twice, before you respond to brush yours against his.

what was a sweet kiss struggled to maintain its innocence even despite its passion. jude pulls away, worried that this was fleeting. for whom, he was unsure, but he wanted to be sure that this was something you could both stand to gain and lose from.

oh, how he was willing to risk it all.

“we should stop,” he says, his face saying anything but that.

jude’s nose brushes yours, holding his breath almost as your lips barely grazed each other. your eyes met once again and for the first time his intentions and thoughts on you were clear, but surprising. jude needed you. but he remained a gentleman, soft by choice as if he could turn it off only if you demanded it.

you could only shake your head, placing your hand to the side of his face to kiss him again. your breaths were heavy before pulling him down by the nape into a wet embrace once again. your teeths clashed momentarily, easily brushed over with a small smile from the both of you, realizing how clumsy of a kisser you were— but luckily very quick to learn.

the taller practically lifts you onto his lap when you roll over slightly, keeping your lips onto his. you let out a small laugh, tightening his grip on your sides, telling how every sound and look you gave him required some sort of tug on his sanity to keep him gentle.

but it was a thin thread that you tugged on.

though unsure, you thought to push your hips down onto jude’s crotch, forcing out a groan from him. his fingers dig into you again, this time to stop you. your breath hitches with his, worried that you had done something wrong.

“you- are you teasing me?”

he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of hesitance or even a glint of mischief. all he saw was a glint of raw need and adoration, giant in innocence still as you smiled, shaking your head. “i’m not teasing. i want this.” his hands slide up your dress, resting on your thighs.

you sat on top of him, sheer layer of his pants and your panties leaving little room for second guessing once removed. you could tell he was hesitant only out of consideration and you could only reassure him.

“jude, i need you.”

his eyebrows furrowed, pulling you back into a kiss that was still as passionate but slower. it was deep, his hands molding into the crevices on your body and over your sides as if to measure your sensitive reactions. without a doubt you were, small gasps swallowed by his kisses.

jude tugs on your bottom lip as if to ask for room to be rough. you respond with a provoking mew, his mind trying to remain still though it was nearly impossible. his hips bucked upwards at your cute attempts to grind your hips downwards. he keeps his hands steady over your sides as if to guide you for what was to come next.

you both pulled away, trying to relish in the feeling of your heated cores being rubbed against one another. just when you began to miss his voice he moves a hair behind your ear, taking in your beauty.

“you’re driving me insane. i’m… i want this to be special for you. tell me what you want.”

his voice was gentle but demanding, eyes attentive to even your lips that fixed to say what you wanted. his ultimate need to satisfy you and place consideration above all despite its intimidating presence against your ass gave you the smallest, yet most audacious piece of confidence to lean in. you kiss the nape of his neck, keeping your lips close to his ear. “i want to ride you.”

jude sits up, adjusting you on his lap. he reaches over to your bed side to grab the bottle of lube and a condom fit enough to hold between his teeth, quietly but quickly adjusting the both of you closer to the headboard.

he leaves the rubber and bottle near the both of you, looking up at you with an expectation of you grabbing what it was that you wanted. to his surprise, the small moment of confidence was weakly gone in just moments. he smiles, finding your inexperienced attitude adorable and all the more tempting. jude pecks your lips, leaving his belt unbuckled for you to undo.

his fingers graze your underwear underneath the dress as you pull apart the leather from his jeans, fingers pushing the button undone. his eyes fixed over your chest that failed to keep his thoughts at bay all night. jude felt a small affirmation in his perversions, watching you slowly reach up to untie the back of your halter and let the top half of your dress fall.

“fuck.”

the intrusion of his bulge seemed much more evident outside of his jeans. you lift yourself slightly to allow him to pull down his pants and underwear comfortably, figuring you would remove your underwear. instead he wanted you still over him, removing the underwear with a force that pressed against your skin just right.

jude, in the moment, mumbled an apology realizing he could have pushed it aside but you shake your head and cup his face to kiss him again. your mouths were hot with need but your bodies were much louder despite not yet joined, your bare ass sat against his lap.

his fingers snake underneath, finally giving your body the touch it craved the most. the pads of his fingertips were confident, tracing the folds of your skin while his eyes focused on the ways your lips parted and eyes shut in focus. his lips curled into a smile, eager to see the ways you sounded once he was finally inside of you.

yet patiently, he slid one finger inside, holding your waist close as you breathed out his name. the closer he got to you and more he learned about the ways you sound and felt, the deeper in he felt. he had never felt anything this intimately beyond a fleeting lustful tendency he had with other girls previous.

maybe it had been so long for him.

“you sound so perfect, but..” he worked his finger all the way through, enjoying the way you opened up. “you’re getting worked up baby. will you last?”

you look at him for the first time in a moment, seeing the playfully cocky grin on his face and pushing your fingernails deeper with a pout. he slides another finger in, forcing you another gasp out of you. “careful.”

he gathers you in his hands when you melt straight into him, the pace of his fingers working in and out of you quickening as if it were going straight to the place he wanted to feel it the most. you make small pleas of his name warm against his skin before feeling empty again, your core throbbing with a need.

jude kisses the side of your face as you heave, using his teeth to carefully open the rubber and slide it over his cock. for the first time, you look down to catch a glimpse, almost paling at the sight. he catches you staring, tilting your face up with his other hand, looking for any sight of second guessing.

the taller was more than happier with obliging to your needs, even if they didn’t meet his. he offers reassurance through kisses, hands holding your sides before pulling away to uncap the bottle of lube and carefully apply just enough to the tip of his covered length.

“you okay?” he checks on you, receiving a nod. but it wasn’t enough, even amongst the haze he wanted to know you were okay, knowing your mind and body were disconnected with eachother. you verbally answer, kissing him after. you lift your hips upwards onto your knees, feeling a shudder when his rough hands became gentle and steady.

you allow him in, slowly and through with your pace. and even as you do, a slow, simultaneous moan is shared between the both of you. you harmonize with his deep, low groan, feeling a slightly higher part of your voice urge a whimper. you lower your hips, pushing your fingers deeper into his shoulders.

jude holds you close, kissing your forehead before taking you into an embrace that places your hands over his back. you both wait for a moment.

“you can move whenever you want, i got you.”

his voice is low, hugging you through the mixture of a stretch that would have been otherwise painful without the lubricant. you were just quiet, trying to take in deep breaths before laughing softly into his neck. it was from nerves and the slight embarrassment but didn’t feel as embarrassing when you could hear the smile in his voice.

“you need help?”

you nod, holding onto him tightly still, earning an amused huff. jude gently brushes your hair back behind your shoulders before wrapping his hand in it firmly, slowly pushing up into you. you both start again, this time the sound of your arousal being much louder.

it earns another thrust. jude pulls back on your hair, forcing your head up and your hands to move back to his shoulders. your back arches, flushing your chest against him.

thrust.

“oh my god.”

“you’re taking me so well,” his lips mumble against your collarbone as he swallows in your sounds, inhaling with a hiss from the restraint he held, trying now to plow into you all at once.

jude kept the steady flow for your consideration despite your encouraging sounds, being all but silent in your ear. you could feel yourself taking in deeper strokes with him talking you throw it, thrusting vulgar praise into your ear, only tugging your hair enough to elicit a string of breathy whines within your moans that endlessly pushed out with the rhythm of your ass slapping his skin.

you began to find yourself rocking back and forth, his grip loosening from your hair to fall to your hips. he relaxes against the headboard, watching you through hooded eyes, lip bitten as he admired the way you lost yourself in the tempo of your hips.

just as you began to feel comfortable, a nudge in your stomach prodded at your nerves with each rise and sink of your hips. jude immediately noticed, smiling when you tried to cop out with shallow strokes. he pushes you all the way down, the slick from your arousal sticking to his thighs messily.

it almost felt a tight string of your sanity was being plucked at, the tightness in your chest unable to release with each breath. you were nearing your climax that seemed different than usual. you’d never imagine your body would feel like this- uncontrollably tingling in your legs and numb to your toes that you yet were curling subconsciously.

“jude!”

you placed your hands on his chest to pull away, whining when his hands kept you in place, thrusting unbearably into that same spot over and over. again, until you begged for the feeling to resolve itself.

“i’m not letting you go this time. not when you like it this much”

his voice was low, focused on the way your breath hitched and your moans came out in their rawest purest form. you came about your conscious ability to think again when jude licked you from your collarbone to your neck and up to your ear.

“i love how you say my name…” so much so that when he wasn’t planning on stopping after you came. “you sound so sweet, angel.”

you pleaded, practically on the brink of tears as he changed the held your hips down while thrusting upwards. his groans smoothed into long drawn moans, encouraging you to be forthcoming. your voice pitched, fingernails digging into jude’s shoulders as you shook your head.

“i think— jude, i think i’m gonna…” he nods, humming affirmatively before helping you finish your sentence.

jude’s hips slap against yours, urgent to meet his own climax as your legs trembled on his sides. you whined pathetically, tossing your head back, eyes rolling back as well. he seizes the moment to place his face into your neck and gently kiss, biting where he pleased.

he’s anything but quiet, talking you through your climax, letting you know that even though you thought your body was spent he insisted you had much more left in you. your body could only shiver and twitch in response. you slump into his arms, feeling him slow down as a courtesy.

“do you need a moment before i continue?” he laughs softly, holding your hair back in a ponytail with his hands.

you pant breathlessly, simply nodding.

“alright beautiful,” he places butterfly kisses all over your exposed skin. “i can wait for now. but i want you on your hands and knees next.”

you whined as if to say your body was entirely spent, simply pouting to be cooed over. and it works, but you tell jude that you don’t want to stop. in fact you could keep going all night until he broke you in completely, molding your body into his usefully.

in the mean time, jude takes his time to allow you to cock warm before sliding out of you. you whine when left empty, hearing your drawer slide open once again.

“don’t worry, i’ll be back inside you.”

it seemed unreal watching how hard he got for you again, body ready for another round that surely felt less restricting. your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth when you feel him slip back between your folds, welcoming him back. you let out a soft thank you, brushing your hair back before he kissed your temple.

“no.. thank you.”

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