ââ first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo
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paring: wonwoo x reader
warnings: kissing, fluff
wordcount: 1.1k
you've always been a romantic. okay, maybe a hopeless romantic. and reading all the romance books that you did definitely did not help at all. in fact, it made you even more hopeless.
and with all the kiss scenes you read, it only made you wonder what it would be like to kiss wonwoo. you and him had taken things slow and you were more than happy. but once in a while the thought of wanting to kiss wonwoo, a real kiss crept up into your mind. you'd made up countless scenarios in your head about it and just thinking about it made you want to kick your feet in the air and punch a pillow. so how exactly did you end up being pinned to the wall by wonwoo?
it's only when you come back to your room after having to go receive a parcel that you find the book that you were reading in wonwoo's hands. normally you wouldn't mind but you had stopped midway during a kiss scene, and somehow the thought of wonwoo reading that made you shy for no reason. you observe wonwoo as he reads the words on the pages and he looks up, noticing you. âi didnât realize kisses in books were so dreamyâ, he says as he hands the book over to you when you step closer to him.
âyeah, they kinda are. some of them are really cute and sweetâ, you say, trying not to sound like a hopeless romantic as you tell wonwoo. âsome are really really cuteâ, you emphasize, sitting down, thinking about all the cute kiss scenes youâve practically engraved in your mind. âdo you want to recreate it?â, he asks, without skipping a beat, making you blink up at him, processing what he just said.
âwhat?â, you ask again and he pushes his glasses up his nose bashfully before repeating, âdo you want to recreate it, the kiss scene?â.
you blink up at him like a deer caught in headlights and the thought of it makes you smile but you try to hold it in. but wonwoo doesnât miss the way the corners of your mouth lift up.
âlove?â, he prompts again tilting his head to the side as he observes you.
âreally?â, you finally ask softly as you stand up. and he nods. âtell me baby, anything you wantâ, he encourages, noticing how shy youâve suddenly gotten. Â so wonwoo decides to take matters into his own hands.
wonwoo reaches out his hand and takes the book from your hands, opening the page to the kiss scene he read earlier. his brows are slightly furrowed as he reads the scene and then looks back up at you. he puts the book back down on the bed before walking over to the door. âwhat are you-â, you donât finis your sentence as wonwoo proceeds to lean against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.
âhiâ, he says, saying the same line the character in the book had said. you let out a soft laugh as you walk closer to wonwoo, standing in front of him. âhiâ, you say and he smiles sweetly back at you. he moves off the doorframe and steps closer to you, reaching out as his arms caress your waist, gently pulling you closer towards him. and before you know it, wonwoo spins you around and pinned against the wall.
âwonwooâ, is all you can mumble as you look at him, before breaking eye contact and looking down, getting flustered. he was so close, so so close that you were pretty sure wonwoo could hear how fast your heart was beating right now. his thumb brushes against your chin as he tilts your head up to look at him. âyouâre making me nervousâ, you mumble in a whisper as your hands lay loosely around his neck. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as his thumb gently caresses your cheek softly looking at you, never once breaking eye contact, which was making you even more nervous.
âam i doing okay as the role of a book boyfriend so far?â, he asks and you almost chuckle at his questions. ây-yeah youâre doing exceptionally wellâ, you reply softly, getting distracted by the sight of his lips that are so so close.
âsomeoneâs getting impatient i seeâ, he teases you, when he sees where your gaze is, making you bite your lip and give him a small glare, which makes him chuckle.
he leans in and your eyes flutter shut, and youâre waiting in anticipation but itâs only when you peek one eye open that you see wonwoo is looking at you with a stupid silly smile on his face.
âwonwoo!â, you whine, protesting. âbaby, youâre so cute right nowâ, is all he tells before pecking your cheek. âi'm just doing what i read, trying to act out a book boyfriend now and youâre going to get mad at me?â, he asks playfully.
âbut that wasnât in the scene, youâre just being a teaseâ, you complain and the sound of his chuckle is like music to your ears, you canât even be mad anymore.
he kisses your cheek again and looks at you before finally closing the gap between your lips as he kisses you. itâs a gentle, soft kiss and he pulls away a little too soon for your liking, making you pout in confusion.
âthat wasnât a kissâ, you tell and he just looks at you. âcare to show me how a kiss is then?â, he asks softly, whispering against your lips and thatâs all you need to pull wonwoo forward by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again. he slowly moves his lips against yours and if wonwoo wasnât holding you, youâre sure that youâd melt in his arms right that moment. his hand encircles your waist tighter, pulling you closer as he kisses you a little deeper, with a dizzying passion.  his lips were soft against yours and when you pull away, you were breathing a bit hard, trying to catch your breath as you look at wonwoo, who was still so close to you, his nose brushing against yours.
âso", he starts. "how would you rate me on a scale of one to ten for being a book boyfriendâ, he asks, making you smile as you lean your head back against the wall, looking up at him.
âeleven out of ten, you make the perfect book boyfriendâŠ.and the best part? youâre all mineâ, you tell and he grins, leaning in to capture your lips once again.
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fool ; jude bellingham
summary ⥠betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.
pairing ⥠jude bellingham x fem!reader
content ⥠18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)
a/n ⥠she's baaaack :D but firstâđœalexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "youâre a goddess but iâm a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy đ«¶đœđ WAIT P.S this isnât proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didnât wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again ⊠im sorry for any mistakes :â)
you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friendsâ groupchat â phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.
on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off.Â
it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchatâs golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.
it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. youâd been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.
instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesnât that seem too desperate?
no, right? iâm just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. youâre arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if itâd come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.
with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative âiâm up for it!â, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how youâre going to handle seeing him in person.Â
a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.
jude đ: heyy iâm so glad you can make it tomorrow :)
jude đ: canât wait to see you!! â€â€
he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts⊠the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldnât have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldnât have just left the end of the messages with a âxâ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing youâd seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad.Â
you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.
you: canât wait to see you too! â€
you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more â more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. itâs pathetic really; you hadnât seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets youâd been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.
***
and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and youâre whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends.Â
as soon as you step your high heels into the building, youâre met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.
âfinally, girls. you took your time!â one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.
âoh god, what have we missed?â you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for.Â
ânah, youâre just in time because⊠first roundâs on mister madrid!â
the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now â graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.
âyeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,â he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. âhelp us out, will ya, y/n?â
you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. âuh⊠uh-huh, yeah, of course.â you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.
he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. thereâs an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you arenât normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that heâd be eligible to talk for england if he wasnât already playing football for them. heâd retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and youâd dryly reply with a âwell, theyâre too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!â the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didnât expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other â there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.
âsoo, how have you been, then?â youâre both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in judeâs direction to indicate that yes, it is him that youâre talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way youâre positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. âhowâs la vida española?â
jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since heâs still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.
âyeah, itâs been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,â jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you canât help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. âi miss you, though, yâknow⊠a lot.âÂ
this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it.Â
you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting âughâŠâ, judeâs face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.
âoh my god, you dickhead, iâm joking,â how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now youâd transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well â youâre quietly proud of yourself. âi missed you too, jude⊠a lot.â you coyly repeat his words.Â
upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that youâre both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.
***
not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, youâre all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way youâre strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from whatâs clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.
âiâll come with you,â jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. âiâm fine, iâm okay.â he assures nobody that asked.
the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. judeâs soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though.Â
âuhm, where are we going?â you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldnât walk in a simple straight line to get to where youâd planned to go. âjude?â
heâs silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where heâs leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you werenât strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you canât help but feel so keenly anticipative.
âiâm sorry, i justâŠâ he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. âam i okay to do this?â he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy âyou can do whatever you want to meâ.
instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that theyâre left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.
his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until youâre both consumed by each other.Â
itâs a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but itâs oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, heâs so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel.Â
you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before youâre both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.
you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. âi-iâm sorry,â you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests.Â
your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them youâre not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that youâll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell theyâre confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.
you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you canât stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did â you donât know if itâs the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like thereâs no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again.Â
the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journeyâs fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like youâve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.
the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.
***
you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and judeÂ
you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that heâs already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you donât dare to do it anymore.
running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.
a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as youâre organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what youâre doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one oâclock. you donât recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late.Â
trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole â anything to escape the confrontation that youâre now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry.Â
âj-jude, hi,â you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. âwhat are you doing here?â
your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. ây/n⊠sorry, can i come in?â
you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head.Â
âuhm, iâm sorry for turning up unannounced, and so lateâŠâ ever the courteous. âi had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.â he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.
you cut off his rambling with a curt âwhat do you want, jude?â you donât mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home.Â
âright, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,â he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. âiâm so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i havenât stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-iâm sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably donât even feel the same bu-â
you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you canât bear holding back your real emotions, not when heâs practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.
âno, jude, i didnât feel uncomfortable at all,â you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost canât believe the words leaving your mouth right now. âi wanted it to happen, iâm glad it happened, you know, i think iâve had dreams about it happening,â you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. âi really like you, jude, i have for a long time⊠god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.â you return to making light of the situation youâve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up.Â
jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.
he canât help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.
âi canât tell you how long iâve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,â your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. âiâm a fool for not telling you sooner⊠i like you, y/n, i really like you.â he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision.Â
âcan i kiss you?â the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.
jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.
he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.
âplease take me to the bedroom,â you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. thereâs no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.
he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you donât trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs.Â
once theyâre cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now.Â
âneed to get you ready, baby,â the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where thereâs a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.
âjude, please,â you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely.Â
he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.
jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions â which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy.Â
you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course donât want this to be the only part but youâre still so very grateful, so fucking grateful heâs now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of judeâs.Â
âfuck, baby,â jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. âfeel so good and tight around my fingers, canât imagine how youâll feel around my dick.âÂ
his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release.Â
âplease, jude, iâm so close,â youâre warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. âgod, please, i need it,âÂ
jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. âno way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,â he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste.Â
âmove up the bed for me, angel,â he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like theyâve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . âgood girl,â he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. âare you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?â
the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadnât been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once.Â
âiâm more than okay with this,â you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. âand yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.â
jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.
âoh my god!â the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions.Â
judeâs mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter â the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.
a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. youâre amazed at how his cock doesnât relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when heâs so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.
âthere,â he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. ânow, thereâs no doubt that youâre really mine.â the smile he gives you is a killer.
you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that itâs all too much for you, that youâre so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure thatâs you gone now; youâre more willing to put the boy above your own needs because youâre down that fucking bad for him.
âfuck, jude, iâm gonna cum!â you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. youâre frantically chanting âplease, please, pleaseâ into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones.Â
âgo on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,â he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you donât need his permission, he wouldâve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, wouldâve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering â he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasnât about to fuck it up himself.
a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude canât handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. youâre still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which youâre finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he canât help but breathe like he hasnât had access to air for the past hour. Â
he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you canât stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail.Â
the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but itâs the most comfortable silence youâve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.
after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct â you want full attention on him.
âi donât want this to be a one-time kinda thing, yâknow,â he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.
âwhat, is this your way of saying you want round two already?â you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.
âshut up,â he delivers a poke to your side. âi mean, well, i donât want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i justâŠâ you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. âi want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.âÂ
youâre nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if theyâre real or if youâre simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.
you let out a laugh thatâs an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying âyes, yes, of courseâ to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion youâre both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each otherâs mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.
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