A/N : In my defense, I'm ovulating 👀
Warnings : 18+ MDNI, smut, vibrators, masturbation (f), Tit worship, oral (f rec), PinV, PwP, foul language, glasses kink (this is super self indulgent lol), Clark being a nerd and hot soft-dom boyfriend at the same time, perverted reader, even more perverted Clark
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Nerd Clark who is the quietest person at the daily planet. Quiet to the point where people wonder if he's even fit to be a reporter. But as his interactions with the superman have proved, he's very worthy of his position despite being so……mysterious.
Nerd Clark who is shy to return smiles when you wish him a cheery good morning summoning the brightest smile on your face.
Nerd Clark who slowly opens up to you. And by opens up I mean he lets a few good mornings and goodbyes slip free when he watches you arrive or leave.
Nerd Clark who thinks you're friends.
Nerd Clark who has no idea how bad your intentions are. That you hardly want friendship from him. What you want is for him to ruin you.
Nerd Clark who watches you stare at him, thinking its a loving look on your face except your eyes are raking over his body thinking about how soft those curls would feel under your palms, how those glasses would fog up when you have him panting under you, how those massive ridges of muscles would ripple when he's thrusting into you and how those veins would feel if you traced it with your tongue.
Nerd Clark who snaps you out of your wild imagination with a snap of his fingers and you're left breathless and wet in the office in the middle of the day.
Nerd Clark who believes your excuse of not feeling well when you look all red and leave for home early.
Nerd Clark who would never know that you spent that night riding your vibrator pretending it to be him, moaning his name out loud until your walls have it memorised. (I meant bedroom walls, what're you even thinking, you dirty minded duckling)
Nerd Clark who's all shy when you kiss him for the first time. All nervous smiles and fumbling hands as his lips move over yours in a slow rhythm.
Nerd Clark whose glasses nugde against your nose when he leans in for a second kiss, much to his annoyance but only until you end up giggling against his mouth.
Nerd Clark who does not understand why you're so keen on him leaving his glasses on during the kiss even when it's in the way.
Nerd Clark who you think would be shy and soft and sweet in bed and turns out he's anything but.
Nerd Clark who has you pinned against the door the moment you close it after getting home.
Nerd Clark whose hungry eyes, dilated pupils, and shameless strokes of his fingers under your shirt surprise you in the best way becuase where did that shy nerd go who was nervous to kiss you?
Nerd Clark who has known everything since the beginning and still let you work for him, and yearn for him, all this time.
Nerd Clark whose voice is possesive and dark and rough when he leans in close to your ear and whispers “You've been testing my patience, baby” before his mouth is on you.
Nerd Clark who revels in watching you all shocked and dumbfounded at knowing how his shy personality just switches off around you.
Nerd Clark who has the filthiest mouth on him and loves to rile you up “Why do you look so dumb baby? Were’nt you the one who invited me here?”
Nerd Clark who chuckles against your lips when you have no words left and you decide kissing him would be the appropriate response.
Nerd Clark who picks you up like you weigh no more than a pillow before he trudges toward your bedroom.
Nerd Clark who takes his sweet time with you. Kissing his way down your body, worshipping every inch of skin revealed.
Nerd Clark who you know is gone when his eyes zeroe in on your tits, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips before his mouth is on you. Warm and wet and so fucking desperate as he laps at your skin, nipping your nipple with his teeth ever so slightly to draw out those quiet gasps and whines you make for him.
Nerd Clark who spends way too much time fondling your tits, only stopping when they're tender and red from the assault his mouth put them through. He finally moves on with a whine when he sees you whimper at the overstimulation, but not before pressing a chaste kiss to both of your breasts like they're something living and could feel his affection.
Nerd Clark whose mouth is a weapon of mass destruction and you somehow have the misfortune (or should I say, fortune?) of being his target.
Nerd Clark who laps at your pussy like a man starved. Holding your thighs apart with those chiseled arms of his while he attacks your clit with little kitten licks. Giving only enough for you to writhe beneath him.
Nerd Clark who works you patiently, drawing your pleasure out until you snap on his tongue with his name loud in your mouth and your body convulsing around him.
Nerd Clark who let's you harshly tug at his hair as the force of your climax consumes you whole. He doesn't so much as whine in complaint when your thighs all but suffocate him with how tight they're wrapped around his neck, shoving his face deeper into you.
Nerd Clark who has almost all of his face shiny with your release when he crawls back up to you. The sight stealing all air out of your lungs becuase holy shit is this a sight to see. You're pretty sure you'd pay good amount of money for just another moment to watch him like this again.
Nerd Clark who has you losing your mind on his fingers next “This what you were thinking about that day, sweetheart?” He says as he curls his fingers slightly, hitting the spot that makes you cry out and confessing your ugly fantasies to him.
Nerd Clark who revels in the fact that he's got you so worked up you don't even know what you're confessing.
Nerd Clark who makes the mistake of trying to take off his fogged glasses to avoid losing the sight of you. Much to your displeasure as you shove them back on.
“Baby, I can't see you with these on” he punctuates between kisses, of course he wants the glasses off. Who would be dumb enough to not want to see you, all naked and flushed and moaning for him?
Nerd Clark who realises you have a very specific kink when he sees your reluctance to let the glasses leave his face.
Nerd Clark who slides them upward instead, letting the black frame rest in his hair like a little tiara and god if it doesn't drive you crazy.
Nerd Clark who can see the shift in your energy at that in the way your eyes go dark, and can't wait another moment before he's inside you.
Nerd Clark who is big enough to hurt even after he's stretched you out. And damn it if he isn't proud about it. “Am I too big for you, baby?” He teases, inching inside slowly, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him. “You're just a tiny little thing, aren't you?”
Nerd Clark who becomes utterly insufferable when he watches his cock slide all the way into you “Look at you, sweetie. All stretched out on my cock”
Nerd Clark who makes you think you've descended to heaven when he starts to move becuase surely a feeling like this doesn't exist in this universe.
Your hips rock up themselves, meeting his every thrust as endless curses spill from his lips, emphasising how good you feel around him, how perfect.
You let the praise wash over you and drive you closer to the climax.
Nerd Clark who is dominant and unrestrained but never rough enough to hurt. Always looking for signs of discomfort and monitoring your micro expressions to see if you're hurting.
Nerd Clark who doubles down when he hears your sounds pitching higher. His hands make their way to your knees pushing them toward you, making the angle steeper and hitting that deep spot inside you.
Nerd Clark who praises you through it when he sees how you react to it
“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”
“Taking my cock so well”
“You're gonna come for me? You gonna be a good girl?”
It makes your skin prickle, fingers tremble and toes curl into the mattress as you bite down on his shoulder to muffle the cry that tears out of you as your orgasm swallows you completely.
Nerd Clark whose thrusts grow erratic when he feels your warm walls convulsing and fluttering around him. The feeling addictive and ruining him at the same time.
His hand find your breasts again “Fuck me, these tits” he grunts, mouth enveloping a nipple as one of his hands grips and massages the other breast as if it is an achor he needs to hold onto to keep himself tethered to you.
Nerd Clark who is loud when he comes. Loud enough that you'll probably have your neighbours complaining tomorrow but your name in his mouth sounds so fucking delicious that you can't bring yourself to care about anything but the fact that you want to hear it again and again and again.
Nerd Clark who cleans you up after. And boy is it a sight to behold. His skin is flushed and glowing with the soft sheen of sweat. His curls all messed up, and you feel a flutter down south knowing its your hands that did that.
There's a shy smile on his face as he's back to the gentle, nerdy part of himself that you so dearly adore.
Nerd Clark who is a cuddler, he pulls you close immediately after he settles onto your bed, rubbing comforting circles on your back making you sleepy in his arms.
And you swear you hear him mumble something like “Sleep good, sweetheart” and soft lips pressing against your forehead before you finally let your eyes close, falling asleep in the arms of the man who you might fall in love with. Especially given everything that happened today. There's no way you're gonna let this be a one time thing.
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summary: one late night, clark is just surfing on the internet, bored, when he comes across a certain site. imagine his surprise when he finds out that you, his best friend, are a camgirl.
cw: porn and no plot, camgirl stuff (use of vibrator, f!masturbation, porn site), clark is such an awkward n horny nerd, he's low-key a huge slut, m!masturbation.
wc: 1.5k
a/n: requested by anon! i loved writing it <3 i'm thinking of doing a part 2...
When you told Clark that you'd picked up a little gig on the side for some extra cash, he'd assumed you were spending your weekends working at a café or at a bookstore. He did not suspect you'd turned to making dirty videos online.
Which is why he almost has a heart attack when, as he's scrolling in bed, an ad for a porn site pops up and it's a picture of you in a staggering state of undress.
His eyes widen, his ribs feeling tight around his lungs as his breathing suddenly comes a little labored. He blinks a couple of times, as if to clear his eyesight, but he's not deceived. It's you, with a little smirk on your mouth, the red lipstick you've got on matching the color of your see-through lingerie.
It's a babydoll, complete with stockings and a garter belt, and it leaves nothing to the imagination.
Clark knows he should scroll away, just ignore the ad and pretend he never saw anything. He knows he should start practicing how to not struggle to meet your gaze the next time he sees you at the office. But he knows, above all, that he should not access the site.
His thumb is hovering over the x to close the ad when he pauses.
It's like something comes over him, an impulsive, needy drive that’s impossible to ignore, and suddenly he's tapping on the ad.
It leads him to a video of you kneeling on a bed, that red babydoll completely see-through. He can see your breasts, your nipples already hard beneath the lace. He can see the shape of your body, and his eyes follow the contour of your hips, your thighs, the outline of your pussy…
He can feel heat spreading through his lower abdomen, his cock twitching as blood rushes south. Before he knows it, he’s hard in his sweats.
And, God, he shouldn’t be. He should be better than this, better than the base instinct that flares hot under his skin.
His eyes are glued to his screen, where you’re busy making a show of picking up a pretty pink vibrator and turning it on. You lay back on the bed, dragging the buzzing item over your skin. Your breathing grows heavy, and Clark can see the goosebumps that form as the toy goes over your breasts, your chest heaving with each labored breath you take. Your free hand tugs the red lace of your bra down, exposing your tits. Clark’s heart feels like it’s stopped.
He can’t look away from your breasts as you brush the vibrator over your hard nipples that are eager for attention. Your lips part to let out a soft, sweet moan, and Clark grunts, his hard cock twitching again. He reaches down, trying to adjust himself, and instead finds out that there’s a wet spot at the front of his sweats from his precum that’s started leaking.
The feel of it embarrasses him immensely. His face heats up, from the base of his neck to the tip of his ears, and he wishes he could control his body. He wants nothing but to get rid of the hard-on, click away from the video and forget he ever saw anything.
But now, you’re spreading your legs on the screen, pushing your panties to the side, and the moment Clark sees your pussy, whatever little wisps of decency were left are forgotten. He watches, awed, as your fingers spread your folds, showing your entrance, already wet and clenching around nothing.
His blood is hot as it rushes through his ears. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, his breath coming out in hard puffs as he watches you run your fingers up your slit. You hold them right up to the camera, showing your sticky arousal on your digits.
Clark pictures what it would be like to touch you, what it would feel like if it were his fingers gathering your wetness and then tasting it…
His hand makes its way into his pants to find his hard, engorged cock standing to attention. He is struggling to behave, trying his best to force his hand out of his sweats, but the ache of desire is stronger.
He wraps his fingers around himself and squeezes, his eyes fluttering at the immediate jolt of pleasure. Through heavy eyelids, Clark watches you dip your fingers into yourself and then pull them back out, giggling and mewling sweetly.
You lift your hips off the mattress to push the flimsy lace panties off and toss them aside. You spread your legs and finally push the toy in, and Clark has to make a conscious effort to keep himself from jizzing his pants on the spot.
Your moans come loud from his phone as you gently fuck yourself with the buzzing toy. Clark’s eyes are trained on your pussy, your hole dribbling and stretched out around the vibrator. Your gorgeous cunt is squelching loudly, needily, and Clark just wishes it was him in you, fucking you slow and deep.
He matches the strokes of his hand to the rhythm you set for the toy, tempted to close his eyes and imagine himself in you, but he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your squirming, sweaty body on the screen.
“Feels so good,” your breathless voice echoes from his phone, your head lolled back as you turn up the vibrations, the steady buzz of the toy growing more audible. He watches your arousal drip around the base of the vibrator, slithering down your skin, between your asscheeks.
He can almost feel it on his cock, trickling down to his balls, and he twitches again as his thumb soothes at his leaking tip. He watches raptly as you start fucking yourself faster, harder, pulling the toy out quick only to push it in deeper with slick, obscene squelches.
The sound of it, combined with the way you’re gasping and whining, has Clark’s mind spinning.
What noises would you make if he were to fuck you? How would you sound while he tasted you? Would you cry his name or gasp it when you come?
He grunts, pushing his pants hastily down his hips before returning to jerking himself off. He squeezes his cock roughly, the thick head an angry red from how hard he is. The vein along his shaft is bulging, and a little trail of precum glistens on his skin from where it’s dribbled down his length.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” you whine on screen, your thighs trembling. Clark feels hazy as he watches you struggle to thrust the toy now from how tight your gummy walls are clenching it.
Your curses dissolve into incoherent whines and moans as you start canting your hips against the toy. Clark watches you get closer and closer, until you inhale sharply and pause for a second…
“Oh, fuck!”
…and then you come, your beautiful body quivering, arousal glistening all over your needy cunt as you fall over the edge.
Clark just can’t look away, and he can’t stop his hand from jerking faster and squeezing tighter, until he comes too.
“Aw, shit,” he mumbles, throwing his head back against the headboard as his orgasm washes over him. Rope after rope of thick, milky cum spills onto his abdomen and hand, hot and sticky where it lands. His mind has gone completely blank, save for the image of you finding your climax with that toy stuffed in your perfect hole.
As he slowly comes down, he realizes what he’s done and quickly closes the video. He sits on his bed for a long while, feeling like shit.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I watch that? Why would I get off to it? Jesus.
He tries to go about his night as he normally would, but the thought of you haunts him. The way you’d looked, the way you’d sounded…
It haunts him all night, and well into the next day. He’s barely had any sleep by the time his alarm rings. And even once he’s in the office, he can’t stop thinking about it.
He’s early for once, the bullpen just about empty, and he sits himself down at his desk, reluctant to even glance at his phone. He knows he’ll go right back to your content if he does, and the temptation is so strong…
Just one more look couldn’t hurt.
He goes back into the site and clicks on your profile, merely checking out the videos you have. He promises himself he won’t subscribe, and promises himself he won’t actually watch any of the others.
He’s so caught up in going through your profile that he basically jumps out of his skin when your voice, high-pitched with alarm, comes from right beside him as you glance over his shoulder.
“Clark, what are you doing?!”
a/n 2: sorry about the delay! life got me down and has been kicking me while i'm down, but i'm pushing through. the summer always cheers me up a little, and now that i'm on vacation, i'm doing better <3 i love you all and i hope you enjoyed this!! :)
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Clark who, after the tiniest of interactions with you, has to go jerk off in the bathroom before he literally jizzes his pants in the middle of the office.
He's locked himself in the bathroom, his breathing quick and labored.
He glances down at the tent in his pants, his cock painfully hard, and he groans, grabbing his face in his hands.
He can’t believe that just a conversation with you got him this aroused.
And now he has to fix it.
He shouldn't. He shouldn't even be thinking about it. He hates that this happens every time he talks to you. He wishes he was better than this, but he can't help it. He just likes you so much.
He tries to push down the guilt he feels by rationalizing that if he doesn't do this, he'll be hard all day in the office and everyone will see. It's not just him jerking off, it's him solving a problem so he can go back to work. Right?
He hastily undoes his pants, his heart beating hard and fast, more blood rushing south at the promise of release.
He pushes his pants and his boxers down, just past his hips, and his cock springs free. The tip is a dark, angry red, precum smeared over it. He spits on his hand before wrapping it around himself, feeling the way his cock throbs with need, and he starts out slow.
He feels guilty every time he does this, mostly because it makes him think about you and that makes him feel like a huge pervert. But he really can't help himself.
He likes the way you did your makeup today. The soft gloss on your lips was shiny and it smelled sweet, and he imagines it smearing on his cock while you suck him off.
He groans quietly. You'd look so pretty on your knees, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes, your mascara smudging as tears fall down your face.
He squeezes himself harder, jerking faster. Droplets of precum spill from him, landing on the floor. “Fuck,” he hisses quietly.
That skirt you're wearing is so pretty. He'd have it bunched around your waist, holding it there with one hand as he ate you out. Or maybe you'd let him hide under your desk, that skirt concealing his head while he lapped at your sweet pussy in the middle of the office.
His cock twitches in his hand, that searing heat in his lower abdomen growing unbearable, winding tight.
And that blouse of yours…fuck, he'd pop open the top buttons, just enough for your tits to spill out. He wants to bury his face in them, leave marks over their soft skin. He wants to suck on your nipples and bite them until the sensitive peaks are swollen. He wants to spill his cum on them and then lick it off. He wants to watch them bounce as you ride him, watch them jiggle as he fucks you…
Clark braces one hand on the wall as he jerks himself faster and harder with the other. Fuck, he's gonna come.
He can imagine your beautiful face caught in ecstasy, that perfect mouth open as you moan and gasp his name. He can imagine your soft thighs wrapped around his waist, your pussy tight and wet as he fucks into her.
You'd sound so sweet when you’d come, you'd look so beautiful. And you'd feel so good, wet gummy walls wrapped around him snugly and milking him. He'd fill you with his cum, spill all of it in you until it's dripping out of you. He'd keep you full of it until you got swollen with his baby. He'd make you his. Completely his.
He grunts, gasping as he comes, the white, sticky ropes of his release spilling onto his hand, coating the wall, dribbling down to the floor.
He's shaking from the force of his orgasm, sweat beading on his brow. It takes him a minute to come down, but when he does he's immediately cleaning the mess, embarrassed and guilty.
He walks out of the bathroom, his cheeks tainted a faint pink, and he hopes he manages the rest of the day without having to get off while thinking of you again.
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Definitely MELTS when he catches you sneaking glances at him during class. Like if the teacher is drilling on about some boring homework assignment, and you happen to look at him, he will literally crumble (in a good way). It brightens his mood because here he was listening to the teacher babble on and on, and then all of a sudden, his stomach flocks with butterflies all because of you.
Loves writing you little love notes and sticking them in your locker between classes. Like he’ll write them in his classes when he’s bored and thinking about you, and then drop them off at your locker and wait for you behind a corner to see your reaction
ABSOLUTELY LOVES HAVING HIS HAIR PLAYED WITH in an innocent way but also sometimes…😏 giving it a little tug does something to him but that’s something that belongs down below. Anyway, it’s one of his favorite ways of spending time with you. He loves to lay in your lap and feel your fingers softly combing through his hair talking to him about your day. Sometimes, most of the time, he ends up falling asleep because he’s so relaxed and comfortable with you
He’s more out going around you than he is with the other boys because he knows you wouldn’t do anything to make him feel different
He gives you book and poem recommendations 😇 this man loves some Whitman
If he’s having trouble sleeping, he calls you up and asks you to sneak into his dorm because again, you just calm him down. He feels tired around you a lot because he’s relaxed around you.
Low-key hates scary movies, so if you guys are watching one, he’s always cuddled up to you, and clinging onto you during every jumps-care or slight change in music.
Will let you do his makeup if you ask really nicely
Likes being called pet names or names of affection like “baby” and “sweetheart” sometimes you let a “honey” slip by too once or twice
Like’s having his face held when you kiss him. Whether you’re kissing him on the head, lips, or cheek, he loves when you softly grab his face.
Has a secret sketching talent, and draws you when you guys hangout. If the conversation has died out, instead of awkwardly sitting there, he pulls out his sketchbook and draws you. Sometimes he adds color to these sketches and gives it to you. He absolutely melts when he walks into your dorm and sees that you have hung up his most recent sketch, or even framed it.
Definitely a cuddle bug. So please hold THE FUCK out that bitch😍. He low-key loves to be the little spoon and feels safe when you have him wrapped around your arms. In fact when you guys get up in the morning after spending the night he’ll protest “five more minutes…” He’s just that comfortable around you and feels safe in your embrace.
Reads to you. Yes, just yes
NSFW
I foreshadowed a bit in the SFW up there with the hair pulling…yeah…Need I explain more?
I guess I will ^ if you guys are heavily making out and you happen to run your hands through his hair, his mind immediately goes blank and anticipates the eventual hair tug from you. When he receives said hair tug, he becomes a mess. He’ll moan into the kiss and his legs will turn into putty so if you’re standing up, his balance will fly out of the window
Was very shy the first time you guys…you know…But once he realized that it was a safe environment with you and that you wanted it to be a memorable experience, he came out of his shell and it was magical
Very inexperienced and was only with one other person before you (Neil) (I’m kidding, or am I?😉) So he has done it, but not as good as it was with you. You kind of had to show him how to touch you and what felt good where, but he got the hang of it eventually because he’s a fast learner
Speaking of fast learning, he wanted to learn how to eat you out so he could reciprocate the pleasure you brought to him. He had never done it before, so when he was in between your legs he was so nervous that he was going to do something that hurt you instead of make you feel good. You reassured him that he was doing a good job, and to just not focus on it too much. So he took your advice and when he did…Oh Lord the things he did with his tongue. For someone who had never done that before, it was like he knew the ins and outs of you and his mouth perfectly fit on you. He kissed and sucked on your clit passionately and would look up at you occasionally for validation with those big blue puppy dog eyes of his and you would give it to him alright 😉 you ran your fingers through his hair and he moaned into your pussy as he ate you out and was simultaneously grinding his hips into the bed—he was really enjoying himself.😛
Loves when you’re on top and taking the lead
Still gets very flustered when you straddle his lap as if you guys haven’t done that a million times before, it’s adorable
I’m pleased to inform you that this angel WHIMPERS. Like I’m talking full on high pitched, almost pornographic whines. His breathing gets all heavy and he tries to bite his lip to stifle the noises but that fails every-time
Was kind of embarrassed the first time he let out a noise like that because he thought you would view him as less “manly” That was not the case however, and you wasted no time explaining to him that you found it extremely attractive and encouraged him to not be shy😏
Kissing him on his neck immediately turns him on
Has a sweet spot right about the crook of his neck and when you kiss on it he lets out the loudest whines ever
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ive read all of ur kevin khatchadourian fics and then re read them a thousand times (theyre rlly good!!!) can we have some more pretty please!!
folie a deux ⤷ CW: Stalking, manipulation, breaking and entering, dubcon-ish, mean kev
read pt.1 here
Just like he had said, the two of you had both gotten a perfect A- on your project. Not one point below or above. Neither of you have said a word about what happened the last time you were at his house. Maybe that's how it should be, you don't need those sleazy slutty rumors going around... You can't be know as the sort of girl who walks home with some guys cum soaking into the gusset of your panties. Just the thought of the memory has you crossing your legs in the auditorium, the annoying enthusiasm Ms. Pagorski has for drama leads you to wonder off into your very own mind palace.
A mind palace that sort of resembles Kevin. You can't help but feel close to him now. You're both keeping secrets for one another, you keep it quiet that he's a weird perv willing to fuck a classmates thighs and he keeps it quiet that you're very willing to accommodate said thigh-fuck. Quid pro quo or something.
You can hear Lenny's annoying snigger in the back, him and Kevin are maybe a row or two behind you. You can't bring yourself to turn and glance over at him. The annoyed slant to his mouth and slightly disgusted look he just perpetually has with Lenny would just be too much. The a/c blowing really does nothing to quell the sudden heat in your stomach. Remembering how your clit throbbed after Kevin stroked his finger over your clothed cunt, the sound he made when he came, or the wet plapping of his balls against the back of your thighs. It's so perverse, he has a way of corruption about him, something that's able to pull you in, and before you know it you're just like him, rotting from the inside out.
You think about excusing yourself to the restroom, where you'd have the privacy to sneak your hand down the slick front of your panties. Something you've never once even contemplated before your run in with Kevin. The heat that had been lurching your stomach around settles into shame, you're thinking all these dirty things, but is he even thinking of you? This new thought nags at you all day, through the rest of this period and the rest after. It's not like Kevin even looks your way, or leaves cute little notes in your locker. There's something just... off about him.
All your made up scenarios seem to come true upon your arrival home. In your room your window is fully open, allowing the nippy wind to flow in. You definitely didn't leave it open when you left this morning. A cold, callused hand abruptly cups over your mouth, another slick pervy hand yanks you back against something firm, squeezing your tit in the process. "Surprise." The familiarity of the voice makes you feel pretty sick, you don't really have the time to process that Kevin broke into your fucking house cause he's shoving you down onto your own bed, stupid ski mask over his face like you wouldn't recognize his dumb voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!! I should call the co-"
"Shut up, I figured this would be romantic enough for you, this is the sort of thing you like right? You've really got a way with words y'know.."
Kevin's cold hand forces your chin to the nightstand, on top is your girly little diary. You cringe, his dry somewhat amused voice lets it slip, he's read it. How? You don't really want to know... All those little dirty secrets you've kept secret are all now neatly filed away in Kevins always thinking brain. Before you can come up with something to deny or defend yourself with his cold, clammy hand slides over your mouth.
"Since you're such a stupid girl I'll explain it to you once, so pay attention. One. There will be no yelling of any kind, no pleas or cries cause this is gonna happen, and don't try to deny it, cause I know how much you want to--i've read that nasty little thing so there's no point in trying to be shy. Two. There will be no hitting, scratching, punching, or whatever stupid thing you get desperate enough to do, I brought duct tape so you better fucking watch it. Nod if you understand."
You glare at him, what a sick fuck, did he this home intruder schtick from a cheap porno? His mouth quirks up at your annoyed expression, if looks could kill... His hand grasps your hair and forces you to nod along to his demands.
"I knew we could come to an agreement."
Kevin removes the hand that was over your mouth to yank the ski mask off, his dark hair is mussed from being constricted. A frown is etched onto his face as he goes to pull your pants off. "Kevin--cut it out! At least unbutton them..." You frown back, you're just doing this to get off, why would you ever date a guy like this? You push your foot out to put distance between the two of you, Kevin hisses when the arch of your heel presses against the bulge in his too-tight jeans. You smile at this delightful realization, you wriggle your toes against the course fabric, grounding your heel against the seam of his crotch.
"This is the kind of thing you like?"
Any sort of vulnerability instantly has Kevin pissed off, he scowls at you, peering at you from those dark browns, his eyes endless pools of loathing. "You perverted bitch. Where'd you even learn that?" Kevin yanks your foot away from his cock by your ankle. Harshly tugging your pants and panties off. "You're fucking wet and I haven't touched you, yet you think you have any room to talk about the things I might or might not like?"
The cool wind in your room makes you feel just how slick your pussy really is, especially with Kevins hand around your ankle, forcing you open. "Don't be so defensive about it, lots of guys like feet."
Kevin raises his free hand like he might knock your teeth out, and you have the brains to flinch, that makes him feel better than actually hitting you. The obvious preconceived notions you have about him. You're smart enough to know he could hurt you if that was something he really desired. Kevin is fond enough of you that he'll leave you out of his...upcoming plans. Besides, he'll need someone on the outside who can send him used panties and sexy polaroids if he ends up in the click.
"Hold your legs open, like last time." He murmurs, staring at your wet pussy, dragging his knuckle through the mess, liking how it makes you squirm like a squished bug. He finds something so satisfying with your dramatic little reactions. He tap-tap-taps on your clit with his pointer finger, scoffing to himself as he watches how your hole clenches around nothing.
Kevin lets a frothy wad of spit fall from his mouth onto your pubic mound. Tugging his shirt off over his head, revealing his lithe yet strong form, sort of like a male ballerina. The next to go are his jeans and boxers, he eagerly clambers back against you. The tip of his cock rubs that wad of spit around, the two of you shivering at the joint sensation.
"I bet I could cum just like this.. Are all girls soft between their legs?"
You think he's mocking you, for what? You're unsure of that... Good pussy could make any guy act a little stupid. Kevin takes over the task of holding your legs apart, rutting his cock back and forth between the slick folds of your cunt, much gentler than anything you'd come to expect to him. His stomach tenses, and he seems entirely enthralled with the sight of him "fucking" you. His tip barely brushes up against your hole, just barely poking and prodding, not enough to penetrate, just enough to make you clench and whine. Which is easily quelled by his hand dropping one of your legs to slap the tip of his cock against your clit. You can hear the wet smack, a thin string of spit or pre connecting the two of you.
"Aren't... aren't you gonna put it in..." You murmur breathily.
"And get you knocked up? Fuck that, you're gonna come like this." Kevins tone is strict, yet sure, like he just knows.
And Kevin does know, knows just how much pressure to use when circling your clit, pushes your shirt up to mouth at your tits, scraping his blunt teeth against your nipples, the cold making them perk up enough to nibble.
Kevin pulls away with his mouth and focuses on your leaky pussy, circling his finger down, breeching you with just one finger... that turns into two, that turns into three, all knuckle deep. "There we go, not so bad is it? All that complaining really was for nothing." He mutters as you uselessly whine, kicking your leg out as he crooks his fingers, they aren't very thick but they are long, prodding at places you haven't even ever touched before.
"I think... 'm close." You sigh, covering your eyes with your hand as you push your hips down against his finger, which encourages him to drag them in and out faster, still with a lazy sort of cadence. Kevin looms over you, his mouth against the corner of your lips, the knot in your stomach tightens, so close.
"April fools." The ends of Kevin's mouth actually go up as he pulls his sticky fingers from your throbbing pussy, wiping the slick wetness off on the back of your thighs. You're gonna kill him, or maybe cry, yiou were right there, staring right at a much needed orgasm.
"You should really keep your windows locked, or don't... just know you sorta asked for it.." He hums, getting his things. "Stop trying to figure me out... ." Kevin stares at you and it gives you chills, you just meekly nod your head, the spot between your legs throbbing with need and it distracts you. Seriously, you need to talk about him to someone...
despite those charming smiles and how he flirts with practiced ease, he’s inexperienced as hell and relies on his wit to deflect the conversation whenever it gets too personal for comfort.
a soft “you okay, satoru?” from you has gojo nodding quickly, cheeks darkening as he struggles to tear the condom open.
“my hands are too big,” he deflects, punctuating his sentence with a nervous laugh, and you shoot him a look, tearing the package open and rolling it onto his cock.
he hisses, forehead falling forward. “baby, not—not so fast, huh?” he chuckles, cock twitching as he tries to steady himself. he exhales when you lay back down onto his bed, looping your calves around his waist, pulling him closer.
you watch him expectantly, lock your arms around his neck as his eyes zero onto your heat, there and shit he’s supposed to put his dick in—
“satoru?” gojo glances up at you, eyes wide and glassy, and his breath hitches.
“y—yeah, i’m—just gimme a sec, baby.” he clears his throat, lining himself up with your entrance, and lets out another shuddering breath when you pull him closer to you, his tip running through your slick and pushing through a half-inch.
gojo chokes out a groan, knuckles going white as he grips onto the sheets beside you, head falling down onto your chest as he inches in deeper, and bites onto your skin, his eyes squeezing shut.
“you can move,” you whisper. “or is—are you fully in?”
“i’m not fully in,” he whisper shouts indignantly, glancing up at you with narrowed, wounded eyes before he sinks in more, and more. your chest rises as he fills you and gojo freezes with an uncharacteristically high whine, going dead still.
“i—” he starts, “it’s not what you—”
“did you cum?” you whisper. “satoru, are you…you’ve had sex before, right?”
“yes, i’ve had sex before,” he hisses.
“did you cum? it’s okay if you did.” you cup his face softly, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “we’ll get a new condom, and go again.”
“i’m not a virgin,” he mumbles under his breath, pulling out and yanking off the condom, pouting.
“s’okay. we’ll go niiice and slow, satoru,” you drawl, and you giggle when he chokes on his words again.
it’s so hot to think about if clark was as into vibrators as women are…. pushing his cock up against the washer while it’s on the roughest cycle, a massager that was a christmas gift originally just for his back instead goes right to the tip of his dick. finds the courage to finally go to a sex toy shop and do a huge haul of five different vibrators that come right home with him — a rabbit, a bullet, two hitachis, and another one small enough to fit in his pocket with settings that are strong enough to make him cum all over himself within just a couple minutes. his room at night will sound like a barber shop with all his vibrators getting used on his dick all night long. charges them right back up to a hundred as soon as they run out of battery. he loves it on his sensitive base, his balls, especially his mushroom tip and how it makes him turn all red and leaky 🍄💦
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lo's commentary: hiiii angels it's @purplesectorlew (Lo)!! here with my addition to the jude hype train because i can't stop thinking about his facial expressions and exhausted but clingy jude so here we are. hope you enjoy the fluff-to-spice pipeline as much as i did writing it <3
pairing: bf!jude bellingham x reader
summary: after england’s dramatic quarter-final win over norway, an exhausted Jude just wants his girlfriend close. post-match cuddles (that definitely don’t stay just cuddles) in the team hotel lead to soft, sleepy, and very needy sex. comfort, praise, and tired-boyfriend vibes.
warnings: smut MDNI, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, tired but horny jude, whimpering + whiny jude, lowkey sub!jude, lots of praise and pet names, slight possessive talk
wc: 4.5k!
The last notes of Wonderwall had just faded out across the Hard Rock, the lads still buzzing on the pitch with arms slung round each other. Jude was right in the middle of it, singing along like the rest of them, his beautiful smile splitting his face even though you could tell every last inch of him was running on empty.
It had been a grind. The Miami heat and humidity were brutal, thick and sticky, so much so that it had made your lungs burn just watching from the stands. Extra time looked like it nearly broke them, but Jude dragged it through with his second goal in the 93rd minute like something out of a film. Your heart was still hammering, ears ringing, the whole stadium vibrating around you.
Then the fans started up with “Hey Jude” and you had to look away quickly, blinking hard. The pride you feel swells up so huge it doesn’t fit in your chest, it spills over into these stupid tears every single time you hear the song, no matter how many times you see him do something like this.
“He looks exhausted,” Denise says quietly, her arm still hooked through yours, squeezing a little.
“I know. Bless him. I don’t know how he’s still standing out there. He gave that absolutely everything.”
You take some deep breaths with his parents, gushing over his performance as usual and wait for him to finish with everything else he has to do after the final whistle.
Soon enough, you watch him walk over showered and changed into the usual post-match tracksuits, his hood half up already like he’s already trying to shut the world out. Even from a distance you can see the heaviness in his shoulders, the way he’s moving a bit stiffer than usual, his tall frame carrying the weight of a country for ninety-plus minutes. He looks happy though. So, so happy. His dark eyes scan the stands until they find you three, and you can see the sparkle in them as soon as he spots you.
He hugs his mum first, extra tight, murmuring something that makes her laugh and pat his back. All week she’d been saying watch your language, watch your tackles, watch your face so he wouldn’t get booked. You could see how proud she was of him, her eyes closing when they hugged. It almost made your heart burst.
Then his dad, the two of them clapping each other on the shoulder like they always do, that quiet father-son thing that always makes your chest warm. Mark kisses his cheek, and your smile mirrors Jude’s bashful one. Only after that does he turn to you.
“There she is,” he says, voice a little rough from the game, his accent coming through even stronger when he’s tired. He smiles down at you, exhausted but sweet, and you stand up to meet him.
You cup his cheek, thumb brushing his sharp cheekbone, your other arm sliding round his broad back. He’s warm, solid, still carrying the smell of the grass mixed with fresh shower gel. “I’m so proud of you, Jude. That looked so tough out there.”
He leans down and kisses you, soft and quick. He’s never one for big PDA with the cameras hovering, but he never lets you feel unloved. Then his hand comes up, gentle as anything, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.
His eyes go all soft as he looks at you, the intense match-day fire dialled right down just for you. “Thank you, baby. Yeah… it was hard. Proper hard. But we got there. It was rough though, I’m shattered.”
You sit back down and he drops straight onto the seat next to you, no hesitation. His head finds your shoulder immediately, heavy and trusting, like he’s been waiting for this exact spot the whole night. You slide your hand up to scratch lightly at the back of his neck, the way he likes, and feel him let out a long breath, sinking further into you. The relief in his body is so obvious it makes your heart twist.
His mum and dad chat lightly for a minute — something about the referee, how proud they are, the usual post-match debrief — and Jude mumbles along, half in it, half gone. His hand finds yours in your lap, fingers threading together lazily.
After a bit he turns his head, lips brushing your ear as he lowers his voice. “Are you gonna come visit me tonight?”
You snort, playfully nudging his head away. “You look like you’ve been hit by a bus, babe.”
He laughs then, loud and bright, teeth flashing, his eyes lighting up with the loving mischief that always gets you. “What? I can’t get cuddles from my girl? After that?”
You raise an eyebrow, fighting your own smile. “Cuddles?”
His lip twitches, smirk spreading slow and dangerous. “Cuddles,” he repeats, all innocent like. “And a couple of kisses. Just three or four…”
You tilt your head, giving him a look. He’s dead on his feet, shoulders slumped, yet still managing to look at you like that. You ignore the heat pooling in your stomach from the way he's looking at you and try to think logically. The semi-finals are midweek. “You’re gonna cramp up at some point and whatever idea you’ve got of cuddles and kisses is gonna be straight out the window.”
“Can I not enjoy my recovery with my girlfriend? Is that against the law now?” He huffs dramatically, but his hands are already stroking up your sides, warm and familiar.
You huff at him, already giving in. “You’re so spoilt.”
He grins wider, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “You can never say no to me.”
And it’s true. You can’t say no to him. Not when he looks at you like that. Cuddles. Right.
It wasn’t long before you found yourself being led by Jude back to his room in the team hotel in Miami. They’d just had a squad dinner, winding down after the match. As soon as players started to retreat he’d texted you and met you in the lobby. Other England camps weren’t like this in the past, you were so grateful the rules had been changed to let you see him, even if he should be resting.
He’d showered again, you could already tell by the cologne and body wash mix you could smell as you followed him down the quiet corridor. His hand was warm around yours, thumb brushing your knuckles every few steps. He still moved a little stiff from the game, the beautiful body of his carrying the bruises and the exhaustion, but there was this restless energy in him too, the win still buzzing under his skin.
Once the door clicked shut behind you, he didn’t stop talking. He kicked his slides off, flopping back onto the bed as he kept going, voice low and rough but nonstop the way it always gets when he’s over-excited.
“...and then after the equaliser, I swear the pitch felt like it was moving, the humidity was mad out there. But the lads were buzzing, it was so loud on the pitch. Harry pulled me over after and was saying something about the run we’re on now, and I was just thinking the whole time about that last chance, how I nearly messed up the touch but it just fell right. Then extra time, my legs were gone but you just dig deep, don’t you? Mum’s texts were killing me the whole week about watching my face and my language, I nearly got booked just for breathing heavy at the ref at one point—”
He laughed at himself, running a hand over his damp hair, eyes bright even though his shoulders were sinking deeper into the pillows. You perched on the edge of the bed, watching him, the usual warmth spreading in your chest.
He reached out and tugged you closer by the wrist, still mid-story. “—and then I was like, nah, we’re not losing this one. You get me babe? And then I was like—”
“Jude, take a breath, love. I was there and watching the whole thing,” you chuckle, adjusting to lie next to him on the bed. His arm slipped under your head straight away, pulling you in like it was the most natural thing in the world. His thumb moved slowly across your cheek, warm and a little rough.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he murmured, half-laughing at himself again, voice dropping lower. “I’m just… excited. I don’t know. We left everything out there and…”
He trailed off for a second, eyes half-closed, but his fingers kept moving, tracing your jaw, then down the side of your neck, like he couldn’t quite settle even though his body was heavy with tiredness. Up close like this you could see every little detail: the faint sheen of sweat still at his hairline from how warm it was in Miami, the way his chest rose and fell a bit quicker than normal, a fresh bruise along his jaw starting to darken. You breathed in his warm skin scent that always made your stomach flip.
He shifted closer, leg hooking over yours casually, voice going soft and a little rough with emotion. “It’s mad innit? One minute you’re out there thinking your legs are done, next minute the ball drops and it just… happens. And now we’re in the semis. Semis, babe.”
His grin came back, tired but bright, the one that always made your heart do stupid things. He pressed his forehead to yours for a second, breathing you in like he needed it more than air. “Couldn’t have done it without knowing you were up there. Makes it all feel different.”
“I love you,” you whisper softly, thumb brushing his cheek, “and I’m so proud of you.”
“How proud?” he beamed, raising an eyebrow, a playful spark lighting up his exhausted face.
“Very proud. Like… prouder than you can even imagine. I think I’ve cried at nearly every game—”
Jude giggles, almost giddy, the sound low and warm in his chest. He loved praise, especially from you, it always turned him soft and a little cocky at the same time. “I know, my little crybaby,” he cooed, voice teasing and fond as he leaned in, pressing little kisses all over your cheeks, the tip of your nose, the corner of your mouth. Each one gentle and sweet, like he was savouring being close after the chaos of the match.
“Shut up,” you laugh quietly, trying to sound stern but failing completely. “You need to calm down, baby. You have to sleep.”
“My body’s tired,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your cheek again, then lingering lower near your jaw, “but the adrenaline is just making me wired, man.”
You stroke his side, up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, feeling the solid warmth of him under your palm, the faint tremor of leftover energy in his muscles. His tall frame was heavy against you, one leg tangled with yours, but his hands kept wandering. Sliding under the hem of your top to rest against your lower back, thumb tracing lazy circles there.
After a moment he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow so he’s looking down at you properly. The lamp on the bedside table casts a soft glow over his face, his beautiful brown eyes and pink lips slightly parted. He looks unfairly good for someone who just played extra time in a stadium that felt more like a sauna.
“So…” he starts, a smirk creeping back in. “About those kisses I was promised.”
You raise an eyebrow, fighting a smile again. “I don’t remember promising anything.”
“Oi, don’t lie to me..” He leans in closer, nose brushing yours, breath warm against your mouth. “I distinctly remember talking about three or four. Minimum.” His hand slides higher under your top, palm flat and warm against your ribs, thumb stroking just under the curve of your breast. “Come on, baby. I earned them, didn’t I? Scored two, dragged us to the semis… least you can do is give your man some proper kisses.”
He’s grinning again now, all cheeky and tired and completely devastating to your self-control . Before you can answer he dips his head and presses one slow kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another just below your ear, lingering there like he knows exactly what it does to you.
“You’ve just wasted two kisses…and you look like you’re about to fall asleep.”
He groans in joking frustration, eyebrows furrowing to give you a little puppy dog look that always gets him out of trouble. “I just want cuddles and kisses before i sleep-”
He stops as you tilt your head at him, giving him another look.
“I swear, I swear! Baby, please…”
The pleading look on his face already has your stomach flipping, mouth a little dry. He’s so unfairly gorgeous like this. Tired eyes, messy damp curls,his toned body stretched out next to you, still radiating heat from the match. The way his tracksuit top has ridden up to show a sliver of toned stomach… it’s ridiculous how much you want him even when he’s half-dead on his feet.
“Fine,” you say, trying to sound stern but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to, “but you need to try and sleep too…”
He shifts slightly so you’re fully facing each other, one hand moving to your lower back, his leg still draped heavy over yours. “I can fall asleep kissing you.”
The kisses start off sweet and slow. Gentle presses of his lips against yours, his hand stroking your lower back under your top. His other hand in your hair, fingers loose and tired. Then they deepen.
Jude lets out a quiet, relieved sigh into your mouth as his lips part wider, tongue sliding in slow and warm. The kisses turn sloppy fast. Wet, lazy, unhurried in an exhausted way that somehow makes it hotter. His tongue moves heavy and deep, tangling with yours in long, messy strokes, licking into your mouth like he’s too tired to do anything but feel you. Every so often he sucks softly on your tongue or your bottom lip, pulling it between his before going back in deeper, slower, wetter. You can taste the faint mint from his post-dinner toothpaste mixed with the warm, familiar taste that’s just him. His breaths are heavier now, little groans vibrating against your lips as the kisses grow filthier. Your tongues sliding slow and slick, mouths open and messy, spit-slick lips catching every time you pull apart for air only to dive right back in.
He’s genuinely exhausted, you feel it in the heavy weight of his body against yours, the way his movements stay soft and sleepy even as they get more desperate. His hand in your hair tightens slightly, holding you there as he kisses you like he’s trying to melt into you. Deep, lazy swirls of his tongue, slow sucks, the occasional sleepy grind of his hips against your thigh. He’s half-asleep and completely turned on at the same time, and it’s doing dangerous things to you.
Your hand slides under his top to rest on his ribs, and the soft, needy sound he makes against your tongue makes you shiver hard in his arms.
“M’so hard for you,” he whispers against your lips, breathing heavily. He presses his hips forward, grinding slowly so you can feel exactly how turned on he is, the thick, heavy outline of his cock straining against his joggers.
“You need me to help you, baby?” you murmur, letting your hand trail down his stomach until your palm cups the hard bulge. He’s so warm, so fucking hard already, twitching eagerly under your touch.
Jude’s breath hitches, hips jerking up into your hand as he lets out a soft, desperate whimper. “Please…”
“But you’re so tired, Jude.” You stroke him slowly through the fabric, teasing, because you love when he gets like this…all soft, sleepy, and whiny for you.
“Baby—” he whines, the sound high and needy, forehead pressed to yours. His hand moves down to squeeze your ass, fingers digging in just a little. “M’never too tired for you… fuck, please touch me properly. I need it. Need you so bad..”
You push his joggers down just enough to free him and wrap your fingers around him. Jude’s whole body shudders, a broken moan spilling from his lips as you start stroking him. You start slow, firm pulls from base to tip, thumb swirling over the slick head every time. He’s so thick and hot in your hand, veins pulsing, leaking steadily now. You’re transfixed by the sight of him.
“Fuck… yes, just like that,” he whimpers, voice all sleepy. His head tips back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut, mouth open as soft, desperate little sounds keep falling out of him. “Your hand feels so good, baby… don’t stop, please. I’ve been thinking about this for hours.”
You twist your wrist on the upstroke and he jolts, hips bucking lazily into your fist, chasing the pleasure even though his body is heavy with exhaustion. Every whimper is quieter, needier. He’s almost submissive in the way he lets you take control, thighs trembling, fingers clutching at your waist like you’re the only thing anchoring him.
You lift his shirt higher so you can see his toned stomach, selfishly maybe, but he looked so pretty. You keep going, stroking him faster, tighter, watching the way his abs clench and his chest rises and falls quicker. “So pretty Jude,” you whisper, and Jude lets out a broken whine, biting his bottom lip.
“Baby… I— fuck, I’m so close already,” he pants, voice cracking. “Your hand is gonna make me come if you keep— ah—”
You slide down his body before he can finish, taking him into your mouth in one slow, wet glide. Jude’s back arches off the bed with a loud, guttural moan, one hand flying to your hair, holding on tight as his fingers tremble.
“Oh my god— your mouth, fuck—” He’s losing it completely now, sleepy whimpers turning into desperate, broken sounds as you bob your head, tongue swirling around him, sucking him deep. “So warm… so fucking good. Baby, please— I can’t— you’re gonna make me come down your throat if you keep sucking like that.”
His hips twitch up gently, like he’s trying so hard to be good and not fuck your mouth, but his control is slipping. Whiny, breathy moans fill the room as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing along the underside. Jude’s thighs shake, hand tightening in your hair, voice hoarse.
“Baby… slow, please, I’m so sensitive— fuck, I love your mouth so much…”
You slow down and look up, making eye contact with him. His eyes are glassy, half-lidded with exhaustion and pure bliss, lips parted, chest heaving. The sight of you between his legs like this seems to ruin him even more.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moans, voice cracking, thumb stroking your cheek gently. “My beautiful girl.”
He keeps watching you with that dazed, adoring look, hips rocking up in tiny, helpless movements as you suck him slow and deep. You swirl your tongue around the head, then take him all the way again, relaxing your throat until your nose brushes his stomach. Jude’s whole body trembles.
“Fuck— baby, look at you,” he whispers, voice hoarse and reverent. “Taking me so well… even when I’m this tired. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”
His praise comes out soft and broken, each word punctuated by a shaky breath or a little whimper. You can feel how close he is, the way his cock throbs heavier on your tongue, the constant little twitches of his thighs, the way his fingers keep flexing in your hair like he’s fighting not to lose it. But he stays so good for you, letting you control everything, just moaning and whining softly every time you swallow around him or suck a little harder.
“Gonna make me come if you keep doing that…” he pants, eyes fluttering. “Your mouth is too good, love. Too warm and wet and— shit—”
You pull off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock as you stroke him slowly with your hand instead. Jude lets out a wrecked, needy sound at the loss, hips chasing your mouth for a second before he catches himself. Before you can say anything, he’s tugging at you weakly, desperate.
“Too far away… come back up here, please.”
You crawl back up his body and he immediately pulls you in, kissing you deep and messy, tasting himself on your tongue with a low groan. His hands are everywhere, sliding under your top, squeezing your waist, your hips, like he needs to feel all of you at the same time. The kiss goes on and on, lazy and filthy, tongues sliding slow while he whimpers softly into your mouth every time you stroke him.
You keep working your hand over his cock, slow and slick, and Jude’s hips rock up to meet every stroke, his breathing getting shakier. He breaks the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, panting.
“You don’t want to come yet?” you whisper against his lips, still stroking him lazily.
He shakes his head, eyes fluttering. “Wanna be closer to you baby, wanna make you feel good.. wanna.. wanna— fuck.”
His sentence cuts off into a broken moan. For a long moment he just kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other slides down your body. His palm smooths over your stomach, then lower, teasing along the waistband of your shorts like he’s giving you time to feel the anticipation. His fingers finally slip under the fabric, pushing your shorts and panties down your thighs in one clumsy but eager movement. He helps kick them the rest of the way off, big hands gentle on your skin the whole time.
Once they’re gone he settles between your spread legs, still kissing you slow and deep. His fingers drag through your folds and he curses softly against your mouth.
“You’re so wet for me, fuck…” He circles your clit slowly, almost lazily, but the way his breath catches tells you how much it affects him. “All this for me? After I played like shit for half the game?”
You laugh breathlessly, rolling your hips against his hand, and he smiles a tired, crooked grin before leaning in to kiss you again. His fingers keep moving, slow circles on your clit, then dipping inside you just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. He’s still so hard against your thigh, twitching every time you moan.
Jude buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking softly while his fingers work you open. “Need to be inside you,” he mumbles against your skin. “Please, baby. Wanna feel you around me. Wanna make you come first… then you can ride me slow while I hold you. I just— I need you close. So fucking close.”
He curls his fingers just right and you arch into him, moaning his name. Jude whimpers in response, pressing his cock against your hip like he can’t help it.
“Please, baby,” he breathes against your neck, voice hoarse and shaky. “I need to be inside you. Can’t wait anymore.”
You nod, pulling him up for another deep kiss as he lines himself up. “If you get tired just say, Jude,” you whisper against his lips. He looked so exhausted — eyes heavy, shoulders slumped — and part of you still felt a pang of guilt that he was going to be the one putting in all the effort tonight.
“You’re such an angel,” he whispers softly, pecking your forehead with heartbreaking tenderness, then leaning down for another deep kiss. “As if I could ever be too tired to fuck you.”
The head of his cock nudges against your entrance, hot and slick, and you both moan into each other’s mouths as he starts pushing in. He’s so slow and careful, even though you can feel how badly he wants to bury himself.
“Fuck… so tight,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Inch by inch he sinks into you, stretching you open until he’s fully seated, hips flush against yours. The sound he makes is relief mixed with pleasure, a long, broken moan that vibrates through his chest.
For a moment he just stays there, buried deep, breathing hard against your lips. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, desperate for the full body contact. You can feel how tired he is, the way his muscles are trembling from the long match and the effort it’s taking just to hold himself up. “You feel so good,” he groans. “Just for me, yeah? Tell me this pussy belongs to me. ”
“It belongs to you, baby. Only you,” you moan softly, clenching around him. “I belong to you.”
A shaky breath leaves him. He buries his face in your neck, sucking softly on your skin while he gives one slow, grinding roll of his hips. “Good girl… all mine,” he mumbles, the words slurred with tiredness. “I don’t share you with anyone.”
Then he starts moving with slow, lazy rolls of his hips, grinding deep instead of thrusting hard. Every stroke is deliberate, like he’s savouring every second even though exhaustion is weighing on him. His breaths are heavier, his arms shaking slightly as he holds you, sweat beading on his forehead and sliding down his temple. Still, he doesn’t stop. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, and Jude lets out a soft, whiny sound again that makes you clench harder around him.
“Baby… yeah, just like that,” he pants. “Feels too good. You’re squeezing me so tight— fuck.”
His mouth finds yours again, the kiss sloppy and tired, tongues sliding lazily while he keeps that slow grind going. One hand stays gripping your hip, the other slides up to cup your breast through your t-shirt, thumb brushing your nipple almost absentmindedly, like even his hands are running out of energy but he refuses to stop touching you. He’s so vocal, whimpering your name, telling you how perfect you feel, how much he needs you.
You can feel him getting closer, his thrusts losing their steadiness, becoming a little more desperate. “I’m so close,” he whines against your mouth. “Come with me, baby. Please. Wanna feel you come around me.”
One of his hands slips between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. The combination of his cock dragging deep inside you, his fingers, his soft sleepy moans, pushes you over the edge first. You clench around him hard, crying out his name as pleasure crashes through you.
Jude follows right after with a broken groan, burying his face in your neck as he comes deep inside you, hips stuttering. “Fuck— love you, love you so much,” he mumbles against your skin, trembling through it.
Afterwards he collapses on top of you, heavy and warm, still buried inside. His arms wrap around you tightly, face tucked into your neck as he catches his breath. Soft kisses press against your shoulder, lazy and sweet.
“Best recovery ever,” he murmurs with a tired little laugh, voice muffled. “But I’m never moving ever again.”
You run your fingers down the muscles of his back, smiling as both of your breathing starts to even out, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion.
You kiss his temple, open your mouth to respond, but he's snoring softly before you can even reply.
"s-sweetheart… a-at the movies..?" clark gasped, his hand settling in your hair as you lowered your head down to his lap, the most ravaging, starved look painted in your eyes. you chuckled softly just when the woman on screen shouted, the sounds muffling your own.
"c’mon, clarkie, don’t be such a stuck up… everybody deserves to experience this…" and fuck, clark thinks, he doesn't deserve you.
he really doesn't deserve you when you swiftly pulled his hardening cock out his trousers and gave the tip of it a diabolical lick that had him shuddering. he thanks whoever is up there for putting you in his path when you take him in his mouth, the warm inside of your mouth engulfing his length in a slimy hug.
"b-baby... gosh," he groans at the same time as riffles shoot out bullets on the screen, the movie loud enough to cover up the outrageous scene playing out in the far back of the theater.
clark's moral compass is spinning. on one hand, he feels terrible for disrespecting the film on screen, wanting to appreciate and celebrate the art of it, as well as respecting the employees that might see what's going on here. on the other, however, he wants to grab your hair and fuck your throat raw, to see your eyes roll back when he shoots his heavy load onto your awaiting tongue and have you swallow it.
his hands shoot out to anchor himself, knocking the expensive popcorn over and shivering when you giggle around his cock. "g-golly-" he curses, thighs clenching when you start getting sloppy with it. your saliva bubbles around his shaft, mixing with his pre and dripping down onto his balls and down to the fabric of his pants. your tongue swirls aroun him and he moans, his fingers tightening their grip around the arm rest. "i-i... m'close-!" he weakly attemps to warn you.
you nod, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper into your throat, lowering dooownn before your nose finally hit his pelvis, breathing in the masculine scent of the thing layer of sweat he built up over the situation. you swallow around him a few times to allow him to feel the restriction of the walls of your throat before pulling back, swirling your tongue around his cock.
that does it for him as his hips start twitching before eventually starting to thrust into your mouth, his large hand snaking onto the back of your head to hold it in place. "n-nghh..." you look up at him to see him biting his lip, eyes rolling back behind his glasses. yours do too when his seed shoots down your throat, coating the inside of it. you react immediately, swallowing every last drop of it as he delivers.
when he comes down from his high, he forcefully pulls you off (not without you giving his tip a few more kitten licks that have him genuinely spasming), tucking himself back in. you turn to the big screen, frowning suddenly.
Can I request Judexfemreader smut all positions all over the house all kinks. Anything plsss I’m ovulating and touch deprived 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
I hope this is everything you wanted! Enjoy bb 💛
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Welcome Home Baby - Jude Bellingham
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Warnings: Explicit smut | Consensual rough sex | Touch-starved/feral behaviour | Multiple sex scenes (couch, shower, bed) | Praise kink (heavy) | Slight choking (consensual hand on throat) | Heavy eye contact during deep penetration | Possessive dirty talk | Size kink (implied) | Creampie (multiple) | Descriptions of curvy/plus-size body (thick thighs, soft belly, full breasts) | Overstimulation | No prep | Slight possessiveness | Aftercare | All consensual.
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: I hope yall eat this tf up because I lowkey did.
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The front door clicks open at 9:17 p.m.
You’re halfway through a pint of ice cream on the couch in nothing but one of Jude’s old Madrid training shirts and a pair of black panties, thighs spread lazily while some mindless reality show drones in the background. You haven’t shaved in four days. Your hair is a mess. You’re horny enough to cry.
Then you hear his voice — low, tired, amused.
“Miss me, baby?”
Your head snaps up so fast you almost give yourself whiplash.
There he is.
Jude fucking Bellingham, your sexy ass man.
Six-foot-one of lean muscle and golden skin, still wearing travel sweats and a black hoodie, duffel bag dropped at his feet. His curls are a little longer, eyes soft with exhaustion but already darkening the second they land on you — on the way the shirt rides up your thick thighs, on the way your chest heaves under the thin fabric, on the way your lips part like you’ve just seen God.
You don’t think.
You pounce.
The ice cream hits the floor. The spoon clatters. You’re across the living room in three strides, launching yourself at him so hard he actually stumbles back against the door with a surprised laugh that dies the second your mouth crashes into his.
“Missed you,” you pant between kisses, hands already shoving his hoodie up. “Missed you so fucking much, Jude — weeks, it’s been weeks—”
“I know, I know,” he murmurs, but his hands are already on your ass, squeezing the soft, full curves like he’s trying to memorize them again. “Fuck, you feel good. Look at you—”
You don’t let him finish.
You bite his bottom lip, tug his hoodie off, and push him toward the couch. He lets you. Of course he does. He’s smirking against your mouth but his hands are greedy — sliding under the hem of his shirt on your body, palms dragging up the sides of your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your heavy breasts.
The back of his knees hit the couch and he drops down. You follow instantly, straddling him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. Your panties are already soaked. You can feel it. He can definitely feel it when you grind down against the growing bulge in his sweats.
“Baby—” he tries, voice rough.
“No talking,” you whine, yanking the shirt over your head. Your tits spill free, full and soft and bouncing with the movement. Jude’s eyes drop to them immediately, a low curse leaving him.
“Fuck, I missed these.”
You don’t give him time to worship. You’re too feral.
You shove his sweats down just enough to free his cock — thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. The sight of it after weeks apart makes your mouth water. You don’t even bother with foreplay. You hook your panties to the side and sink down on him in one smooth, greedy motion.
The stretch burns so good.
A broken moan rips from your throat. Jude’s head falls back against the couch, eyes squeezing shut for half a second before they snap open again — locking onto yours.
“Eyes on me,” he orders, voice suddenly deeper. One hand slides up your throat, not squeezing yet, just resting there. A reminder. “That’s it. Look at me while you take this dick, yeah?”
You nod frantically, lips parted, breath already ragged as you start moving. Rolling your hips in messy, desperate circles, riding him like you’ll die if you stop. The wet slap of skin fills the room immediately. Your tits bounce with every movement and Jude’s free hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, guiding you, helping you fuck yourself on him.
“Good girl,” he praises, voice wrecked. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Look how wet you are — all that for me?”
“Yes,” you whimper. “Only you. Missed you so much—”
“I know, baby. I know.” His thumb strokes the side of your neck. “You’re squeezing me so tight. This pussy missed me, huh?”
You moan louder, grinding down harder, taking him deeper. The eye contact is almost too much — his dark eyes boring into yours, watching every flicker of pleasure across your face. He looks like he wants to devour you.
His hand on your throat tightens — just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” you gasp. “You, Jude — fuck—”
“That’s right.” He thrusts up suddenly, meeting you halfway, and your eyes almost roll back. “Nobody else gets this. Nobody else gets to see you like this — all pretty and feral and creaming on my cock. You hear me?”
You nod, tears pricking your eyes from how deep he is, from how good it feels, from how much you missed him.
He loosens his grip on your throat and slides his hand down to slap your ass — hard. The sting blooms beautifully across your soft skin.
“Ride me properly then. Show me how bad you needed it.”
You do.
You brace your hands on his shoulders and fuck him like you’re trying to break him. The couch creaks underneath you. Your moans mix with his grunts. He keeps praising you the whole time — “That’s it, just like that… fuck, you’re so beautiful… look at those tits bounce for me… good girl, good fucking girl” — until you shatter.
Your orgasm hits you so hard your vision whites out. You cry out his name, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around him as you soak his lap. Jude doesn’t stop. He grips your hips with both hands and fucks you through it, deep and relentless, eyes never leaving yours.
Only when you start to slump does he slow down, pulling you down for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
But you’re not done.
Not even close.
You’re still clenching around him when you whisper against his lips, “Shower. Now.”
He laughs — low, dark, delighted — and stands up with you still impaled on his cock. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He carries you like you weigh nothing, mouth still on yours, cock still buried deep as he walks you both to the bathroom.
The shower is barely warm by the time he presses you against the tiles.
He fucks you there too — slower this time, deeper, one of your thick thighs hooked over his arm so he can watch every inch of him disappear inside you. Water cascades over both of you. Your curls are ruined. His are plastered to his forehead. Neither of you cares.
“Look at me,” he demands again, forehead pressed to yours. His hand comes back to your throat — light, possessive. “Eyes on me while I fuck you deep, baby. Want to see you fall apart again.”
You can’t look away even if you wanted to.
He praises you through the entire second orgasm — telling you how perfect you are, how tight, how wet, how no one else will ever make you feel like this. You come with his name on your tongue and his eyes locked on yours, his cock hitting that spot so perfectly you see stars.
He pulls out before he finishes, stroking himself once, twice, and painting your belly and tits with hot stripes of cum. The sight alone almost makes you come again.
You both wash up quickly after that — sort of. There’s a lot of touching, a lot of kissing, his hands soaping up every curve of your body like he’s rediscovering it.
But the second you’re out of the shower?
You don’t even dry off.
Jude throws you onto the bed while you’re both still dripping wet. The sheets soak instantly underneath you. He climbs over you, caging you in, water droplets falling from his curls onto your chest.
“One more,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Need to feel you one more time.”
You nod frantically, legs spreading for him immediately. He slides back inside you in one smooth thrust — so deep your back arches clean off the bed.
“Fuck, Jude—”
“I’ve got you.” He leans down, elbows braced on either side of your head so he can keep that heavy eye contact. “That’s it. Take all of me, such a good fucking girl.”
His hand finds your throat again — firmer this time, thumb pressing just under your jaw so your head tilts back slightly. Not cutting off air, just holding you there. Owning you.
You’re so wet from the shower and from two orgasms already that the sounds are obscene. Every deep stroke makes a filthy wet smack. Your tits jiggle with every thrust. Jude can’t stop looking at you — eyes flicking between your face, your bouncing chest, and where you’re stretched around him.
“Missed this pussy so much,” he groans. “Missed how she grips me. Missed how pretty you look when you cum. Give me one more, baby. Come on. Let me feel it.”
You’re already so close.
The praise, the eye contact, the way he’s fucking you so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach — it’s overwhelming.
His free hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles.
“What did I say baby? Eyes on me,” he reminds you when your lids flutter. “Don’t look away. Want to watch you fall apart while I’m inside you.”
You cum harder than you have all night.
Your whole body locks up, walls spasming around his cock so tightly he curses. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes wide and locked on his the entire time. Jude fucks you through it, hips losing rhythm, praise spilling from his lips like a prayer.
“Fuck — that’s it, baby. So good. So perfect. My girl. My fucking girl—”
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a broken moan, flooding you deep. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it makes your orgasm drag on impossibly longer.
For a long moment the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the wet drip of shower water still sliding off your bodies onto the ruined sheets.
Jude collapses half on top of you, careful not to crush you, but close enough that you feel surrounded by him. His hand slides from your throat to cup your face. His thumb strokes your cheek.
“You okay?” he whispers.
You nod, dazed and blissed out, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. “Missed you.”
He chuckles softly and kisses you — slow, deep, reverent this time.
“Never leaving you that long again,” he promises against your mouth. “Not when you jump me like that. Fuck, I think I’m ruined.”
You laugh, the sound bright and happy, and pull him closer.
The sheets are soaked. Your bodies are sticky. Your thighs ache in the best way.
And you’ve never felt more loved — or more thoroughly fucked — in your life.
summary: your boyfriend scored two goals against norway in the world cup quarterfinals, so you decide to reward him.
notes: first fic and it’s with jude! had to write this after seeing the game with norway 😛
warnings: smut!
you stood in the stands, cheering loudly. your boyfriend was playing against norway in the World Cup quarterfinals, and you were cheering him on. "bellingham 10" was displayed proudly on your back as your eyes scanned the pitch for him.
there he was. he was running down the field, gesturing to his teammate to pass him the ball. you watched in anticipation as he received the ball, then moved forward, dribbling past two defenders and shooting. the keeper lunged to block it, but the ball slipped past his fingers, touching the net.
you jumped up from your seat in excitement and celebrated with the people sitting next to you. this was jude's second goal, and you were beyond proud of him for it. you also knew that he was definitely going to celebrate with you later that night.
the match ended in a 2-1 win for england after extra time. you waited by the player's tunnel as jude exited the pitch, quickly kissing him and whispering a suggestive “see you after the game”, winking at him before he was pulled away by his teammates to celebrate.
you made your way back to you and jude's hotel room, knowing he would be held back for a little by post game interviews and to finish up with his teammates. while you were waiting for jude, you decided to surprise him with a treat once he got back. you had packed a dark red lingerie set with white lace in your suitcase for this exact reason, in england's colors. you put it on thinking of jude, and you couldn't wait for him to come back.
you were scrolling through your Instagram feed when the lock clicked open, signaling Jude’s arrival. you quickly positioned yourself on the bed, waiting for him to make his way towards the bed.
“baby?” jude called out as he dropped his duffel bag near the door.
he stopped straight in his tracks the moment he saw you on the bed, his eyes appreciating every aspect of you before he smiled that devilish grin of his which had always made your heart skip a beat.
“all for me, huh?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he made his way towards you. you stood up from your position on the bed, grabbing the neckline of his shirt to pull him in.
“you did so good today, jude.” is all you said before you started to pepper kisses along his neck, making sure you paid special attention to the spot where his neck meets his jaw, which made him groan slightly. you made a particularly noticeable mark there before breaking away to make eye contact with jude.
his eyes were already hooded, clouded with lust and desire. he swallowed as you sunk to your knees in front of him, hands already going to pull down his shorts.
“baby..” he practically whispered out as you pull down his boxers down, revealing his already rock hard cock.
“shh.” you reassured him as you make eye contact. “you were so amazing today, jude.” you spat on your hand, spreading it around on his cock before you licked the tip, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the pre-cum. jude let out a low moan at your actions, his hands going to grab your hair and pull it into a makeshift ponytail for you.
you opened your mouth wide and took him inside, letting out a tiny whimper once his cock hit the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, but you focused on breathing through your nostrils before you started to work his cock.
jude lets out a guttural moan as you began to bob up and down, swirling your tongue against his tip before licking the underside of his shaft.
“f-fuck, baby. feels s-so good.” are the only words he managed to get out before you took him in again, working him to his climax. his length hit the back of your throat again, and you moan against his cock, the vibration causing jude to curse under his breath before using his grip on your hair to tug you closer.
your right hand squeezed his balls as your left latched onto his thigh, grounding yourself as you took your mouth away. you spat on his length again before enveloping him inside your mouth again, making his eyes roll back.
you looked up through your eyelashes at him while you were working him, and you’ve never seen a prettier sight.
jude bellingham was reduced to pieces, courtesy of your work. his head was thrown back in pleasure as his hips rutted forward, desperate for more.
“please baby, oh fuck.” are the words he kept on repeating as you continued to pleasure him. it’s as if he’s incapable of thinking of any other words to speak. you could tell that he’s close - his cock twitched in your mouth slightly and his legs trembled, signaling he was about to come.
his hand kept your head still. he was completely vocal now, something you love about him during sex. his moans grew louder and he pulled your head off his cock before pushing you back onto it again. you moaned around him again, helping him reach his climax.
“fuck, baby I’m coming” are his only words before he threw his head back again, moaning as thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your mouth. you did your best to swallow it all, making sure to not leave a single drop anywhere.
jude slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two. jude’s eyes softened, a look of love and adoration in his eyes before he smiles at you.
“you did so good, baby.” jude said to you before pulling you up to your own feet.
“round two?” he asks you, raising his eyebrows suggestively. you pull him in for a kiss, and you know for sure that you’re not getting any sleep that night.
pretend the last few eps of murder house didn’t happen when you read this 😊😊🫶🏼
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LOVES being a brat just to face the consequences
You come home to find Tate masturbating to a photo of you. On your bed. He didn’t even notice you coming in until you clicked your tongue.
“Shit!” He fumbles, instinctively holding back his orgasm. “Wh-what’re you doing home?”
You lean against the doorframe. “Not jerking off to a picture of my boyfriend like some horny teenager.”
He flushes, but his dick twitches with every word you say. You notice and you take a seat next to him.
“Did you..” You whisper into his ear, making him tingle. “Want me to catch you like this?”
“N-no..”
Tate looks at you momentarily before lowering his gaze onto your hand wrapping around his aching erection.
“Nngh.. wa-wait..” He leans against you for support as you glide across his length, using the pad of your thumb to cover his slit.
“Haa.. I-I’m gonna-“ He arches his back, ready to ejaculate but quickly whines when he realizes it’s not gonna happen.
“M-miss..” He breathes, tears prickling his eyes. “Pl-lease.. nnh.. let me cu- agh~!” He can’t fathom when you pick up where you left off, this time squeezing his shaft gently as you grip his cock tighter.
“O-oh god- I-I’m cummin- nngh..!” He pants as you relentlessly stroke him, not lifting your thumb from his tip.
“N-no.. pl-please..” He babbles, grabbing your arm. “Take— hnngh..! y-your hand.. o-off- oh..”
“Say you’re sorry,” You say, grinding against his urethra, making him let out a broken sob.
“I- fuck..! I-I’m sorry.. gah..” He can’t even say the words right.
“For what?”
“Shi- f-for touching my- haa.. cock.. without your permission.. ugh..”
You remove the pad of your thumb and he sprays like a waterfall. He goes slack with the orgasm, breathing heavily.
“Good boy,” You say, stroking his face.
he won’t tell you directly, but he likes it when you’re rough with him
He’d been following you around for thirty minutes now.
“What is it?” You ask, eyes glued to your screen, trying to finish the last spreadsheet you needed for a project at work.
“Nothin’..” He says, plopping down on the floor beside you. You sigh and remove your glasses.
“Tell me, before I go into full work-mode.” Tate fiddles with his fingers.
“I wanna..” He swallows. “I wanna do it.”
“It?” You snicker. “Why’re you being so shy about it?”
He furrows his brows. “No, I’m not,”
“Liar.”
Within a fraction of a second, he pins you down to the floor, immediately rutting against you like he’s in heat.
“Well.. whatever this is,” You huff out before turning the tables, flipping him over so now it’s you now on top of him.
“H-hey..” He gulps, struggling to move against your grip. You have his arms in a lock as you move to kiss him. He grunts and bites your lip, making you break the lip to lip.
“What?” You say, annoyed. He turns his head to the side so you wouldn’t see his face. He also repositions his legs so you wouldn’t feel his raging boner.
“Too late for that,” You say, spreading his legs wide. His eyes widen as you unbuckle his pants and proceed to swallow his dick whole.
“Wait! N-no.. agh..” Tate struggles around you, which makes you slap his thigh. He winces.
“St-stop!” He protests. “You’re not even ready— nnh..” You’ve sat down on him completely, groaning ever so slightly at his length as it pokes around your deepest spots.
“Th-that feels- so goo-“ Tate’s cut off by another slap to the thigh. He yelps.
“He-hey!” He whines. “It hurts..”
“Don’t care,” You say, placing your hand behind his head, gripping his scruffy blonde hair and pulling it back. Tate lets out a gasp when you move to pinch his nipples.
“Wh-what- anh.. the hell-“ Despite his words, playing with his nipples only makes him buck into you further.
“Shut up.” You say, clenching down on him harder.
“Mmph— slow-slow down..!” He lets out a strangled cry, tossing his head left to right. It’s the only thing he can control before you pull back his hair to kiss him again.
“I-I’m close— nngh..” He pants against your mouth.
“Hurry.” You say, a slight edge to your voice.
“Cu-cumming…— haa..” He releases his load inside you, but before he can even catch his breath, you’re already wiping yourself down and grabbing your laptop again.
Tate pouts as he watches you ignore him for the rest of your work period.
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You sit surrounded by brightly coloured streamers you'd nearly fallen over putting up. Balloons you'd nearly passed out blowing up. Food now attracting flies. In an outfit you meticulously picked out. You sent out invitations weeks ago to your friends, spoke about how excited you were to them. Not one even had the decency to call. "Sweetheart, someone's here!" Your mother yells from the front door. You stand up excited. Negative emotions forgotten momentarily until you see who it is. A boy from your class who you'd invited because he'd helped you with your Latin. Meeks, Steven Meeks. Ginger and awkward. In an ironed suit with a wrapped gift under his arm.
"Happy birthday" he smiles, handing it to you. It's something thin, wrapped neatly in brown paper. "Hi Steven, thanks for coming" unsure if hugging would be too personal you settle for a smile and lead him to the table. He doesn't comment on the lack of people. His hands fidget as he looks around. "You're welcome to anything." you say as you begin unwrapping the gift. "It looks great in here." he comments. As polite as all Welton boys are trained to be. Your eyes widen as you flip over the record and see your favourite band's new album. "Holy shit," you mutter "this is amazing! how did you know?" Meeks smiles sheepishly "you mentioned it before in passing." You hug him, earning a soft surprised sound.
You change the moody record you had on to this one. Music fills the room. "I can't believe you even remembered."
"Of course I did" he says, like it's only logical.
"I don't suppose you wanna dance?" You tease, adjusting the volume.
"Oh- uh sure" he says standing up. Which, coming from one of your school's geniuses is an answer that catches you by surprise. His chair awkwardly screeches.
"oh-I was just-" you begin.
"oh, I thought you-" he interjects.
"no, no just...forget it" you say,walking over to him. He extends his hand to you.
"I'm not a great dancer." You smile as you place your hand over his.
not my usual type of character but sid jenkins from skins!
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quite the shy guy with foreplay
“Uh.. what’re you doin’?” Sid stops your hand as it was inching towards his fairly noticeable erection.
“What d’you think?” You smirk, placing a kiss on the hand that he’s holding onto you with.
He instantly goes pink, loosening his grip. “Bollocks..”
“Want me to suck on them?” Sid lets out a gasp and shakes his head.
“Well, I won’t know if that’s a yes or no until you speak, Sidney..”
“Wha- No! Are you mad?!” He sputters, but his next words were cut off by a small grunt made by the motion of you stroking his already-leaking cock.
“F-fuh..” His protests to stop previously have stopped, and you knew he wouldn’t say no to begin with.
You stop just as you hear his moans turn into heavy breathing, knowing that he’s close.
“H-hey.. agh..” He shuts his eyes and purses his lips. “Why’d you stop?”
“Y’know,” You say, beginning to grip his dick again. “We can’t have you full before the main course.”
Once again, Sid’s blushing. “Well, let’s get on with i- nnh~!” You stroke faster than before, base to tip.
“S-sto- haah.. slow down.. fuck!”
You keep the same rhythm. Base, tip, base, tip.
“J-just hold o-on.. I’m about to- fuck.. nngh~! c-cum..” This time, you don’t deny him and he cums messily over his jeans.
You slide off his pants and boxers fully as you get down on your knees.
“Okay.. That’s enough.. just-..” Sid pants. “W-wait.. why’re you on your-“
There’s no time for him to finish speaking. You’ve already begun to swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, licking up the remaining cum from the last ejaculation.
“No.. no..!” Sid cries. “Stop- fuck- aagh..”
You plunge his cock into your mouth, making tears spring into your own eyes at his outstanding length. He folds over you as his legs begin to tremble.
“Ju-just stop.. fuck-“ He sobs. “Just g-get off me.. haa.. already..”
You make a humming sound with his cock still deep into your throat.
“Shit- don’t- nngh..!” He immediately lets out another load in your mouth, going straight down to your throat. You swallow, taking his cock out of your mouth with a pop.
You look at Sid, who’s all pink and puffy-eyed.
“I-I didn’t like that.. nnh..” He weeps. You stroke his thigh and give it a kiss, making him flinch.
“Don’t d-do that..” He scowls. “Next t-time.. just fuck me..”
LOVES when you wear his glasses
You’re on top of Sid, humping him from within his pants as he breathes heavily into your neck.
“F-fuck..” He gasps. “T-take my pants off.. please,”
You unzip his jeans and inch it down even slower. Your careful movements have Sid squirming around, like he’s never waited in his life.
“Well g-get on with it..”
With that, you fling his pants off of his legs and onto the floor.
“Stay still, okay?” You say directly into his ear, giving him goosebumps.
“Mhm..” He says, anxiously watching you slide all the way down, swallowing his cock whole.
“Haaah.. fuck-..” He moans like a girl, feeling you bounce up and down on him faster each time.
Between the plaps coming from down below and the creaking of the bed, Sid feels his glasses coming off of his face.
“Wha-“
You slide them on yourself, stopping for a split second before ramming yourself down even deeper.
Sid’s lost in a trance. He gawks at you in his glasses, going up and down on his cock, feeling every inch of you..
“O-oh fuc- nngh~..” Sid throws his head onto your shoulder. “I-I’m cu-cumming..”
“Go ahead,” You say, clenching around him hard as he lets out his load, a soft whimper escaping his lips.
You move to take off Sid’s glasses but he catches your arms.
“Keep..” He breathes. “Keep ‘em on, just a bit longer.”
