Samyu

The trip was amazing. Two months in a city that wasn't yours.

Being surrounded by racks of unique clothes and having hair appointments 7am was always something that you enjoyed but somewhere around week one, the lack of Jude became very noticeable.

You were missing him.

Not cute-missing. Aching-missing. The kind where you stared at photos of the two of you on your phone like he was an ex.

You facetimed whenever you could and it would always have him propped up in bed, or in the middle of training and you on some hotel floor in a face mask. It wasn't the same.

To make things worse, when when the day of the flight back home rolled around, the flight was delayed, something about seat availability on the airline's end. You decided to text Jude about it knowing that he was probably anticipating when you would get home.

you: Judeeee

Jude: Hey baby I miss youu

you: Jude omg isnt it like 3am for you??? Go to sleep idiot 🫩🙏🏾🙏🏾

Jude: 🙄🙄 I didnt want to miss any texts from youuu have you reached the airport yet?

You: yea My flights a bit delayed so I'll probs get back home Friday

Jude: I miss you so much babyy 🩷🩷🩷

You: oh stop it you cheeky 😉

Jude: I love you 💓

You: I love you too 🥰

—

Your actual flight ended up landing on Thursday, a full day early, and the taxi ride back felt like it took three times as long as it should have.

By the time you got home it was properly dark outside, your hair was a mess from the flight, you were tired and a little grumpy from the travelling, but underneath all of that you were, practically vibrating with how excited you were to see Jude again after two months of only getting him through a phone screen.

Jude of course, had absolutely no idea that you would get home early (you didn’t tell him on purpose).

As you approached the door, key already in hand, you could hear a low hum of the telly playing from inside, knowing Jude, you assumed he was probably slumped on the sofa watching some stupid cooking show like always.

You turned the key in the lock as quietly as you possibly could, easing the door open slowly, unable to hold back the smile spreading across your face.

Your heart was practically palpitating as you turned the corner into the living room.

Jude was laid out on the sofa, some cooking show playing quietly in the background that he clearly wasn't paying attention to, because his eyes were locked on his phone with deep concentration, like he was waiting for text, from you probably.

The sight of him made your stomach flutter — you almost forgot how he looked in his natural habitat, top discarded somewhere because the flat always warm, that little crease between his eyebrows when he was focused on something.

You accidentally let out a small, delighted giggle at just how happy you were to be looking at him again, and the second the sound left you, your heart stopped.

His head snapped up from his phone, eyes scanning the room in confusion, like a meerkat.

A confused meerkat — until his eyes landed on you, stood there hunched slightly with your handbag clutched to your chest like some mysterious intruder.

His whole face collapsed in slow motion — confusion, then disbelief, then something so happy it made your throat go tight just looking at it.

He chucked his phone carelessly without a second thought. "You're—" he started, already scrambling up off the sofa, "you said Friday, you said the flight—"

"Surprise!" you grinned, dropping your bag because his arms were already around you, lifting you clean off the ground in a hug that squeezed breath out of you.

"I lied about the flight," you admitted into his shoulder, laughing helplessly. "I missed you way too much to wait an extra day."

"You're actually unbelievable," he mumbled into your hair, but he was laughing too, arms tightening around you like he was trying to make up for two weeks of not being able to do this.

"I love you, you know that? Properly unbelievable, but I love you." he mumbled into your hair.

You melted to that, "I love you too, even though you're currently squeezing the life out of me —"

—

Once you'd both settled onto the sofa properly, he didn't let go of your hand, tugging you down beside him so your legs ended up over his lap.

"Do you wanna see some of the outfits I modelled?" you asked, already pulling out your phone.

"Course I do, show me," he said, shuffling closer, one hand resting warm against your calf.

You unlocked your camera roll and turned the screen towards him. "Okay, this one," you said, showing him a shot from day one. "It's this sort of black set, full sleeves and tassles and stuff, it's supposed to represent decay — I felt like an actual villain wearing it."

Jude squinted at the photo, and then looked at you, then back at the screen. "You look unreal. Genuinely. And your makeup looks so cool, it's a bit terrifying if I'm honest, I think its 10/10, no notes."

"That was exactly the vibe they wanted," you said, poking his shoulder cheekily, pleased with yourself. “Naughty boy…”

You kept flicking through the rest of the photos, narrating little bits of chaos as you went — a wardrobe malfunction that nearly gave the stylist a heart attack, a producer who'd cried real tears over a lighting rig, how genuinely shit the hotel breakfast was so you and the other models ended up just getting 7 11 every day.

Jude just sat there watching you talk, with a slightly dazed look on his face like he forgot how much he loved simply listening to you ramble.

"Okay, enough about me," you said eventually, nudging his knee with your foot. "How's training actually been? Is your knee sorted now?"

That got him going properly — he sat up a bit straighter, hands moving about, as he talked the way he did when he was passionate.

He talked about a whole recap of some drills, his knee finally feeling normal again, and a mildly unhinged story about how he slipped in the showers, a case that never sat right with him apparently. You just sat there soaking it all in, how easy this was, how much you missed it.

Eventually, due to both of you being too knackered you decided to order some pizza for dinner which arrived at 11:06 pm.

You ended up eating it cross-legged on the living room floor because neither of you could be bothered to move to the table.

You both fell back into the exact same argument you'd had about pizza toppings roughly twenty times before and never actually resolved.

"You're a menace," you told him, stealing a slice directly off his plate purely to prove a point.

"didn't you lie to my face about a flight delay," he shot back, stealing it right back with a smug little grin.

You swatted at his hand giggling, except this time he caught your wrist, thumb brushing slow over your pulse point.

The energy in the room shifted.

"You've got sauce on your face idiot," you said, mostly just to say something, anything, to fill the sudden charge between you.

He raised an eyebrow, far too pleased with himself. "Are you gonna do something about it, or just gonna point it out?"

You leaned in like you were going to wipe it off with your thumb but then kissed him instead, slow at first, both of you tasting like garlic bread and grinning too much to really commit to it properly, until his hand slid up into your hair and the grinning finally stopped.

"Missed you," he murmured against your mouth.

"Yeah," you breathed back, fingers curling into his shirt. "I got that."

He pulled back enough to look at you properly, thumb tracing your jaw like he was still catching up with the fact that you were actually here, "You're actually unbelievable," he said again, quieter this time. "Lying to me about a flight delay just so you could surprise me."

"Worked though, didn't it," you smirked.

He huffed a laugh against your mouth before kissing you again, slower this time, like he had nowhere else to be.

You ended up pulling him up off the floor, both of you stumbling slightly and laughing into the kiss.

He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, one hand beside your head, the other sliding along your waist.

It was like he was trying to memorise the shape of you after just seeing you through his phone screen for the past two weeks.

"God, I actually missed you so much," he said against your jaw, you tipped your head back to give him better access, threading your fingers into his hair.

"Yeah, I got that from the billion texts a day," you teased breathlessly, you felt him smile against your skin before he kissed you again to shut you up making your knees a bit useless.

"Bedroom," you said eventually, when you managed to surface for air. "Now, please, I'm begging."

He didn't need telling twice. He pulled back just far enough to grin at you, the same slightly dazed look on his face, before scooping you up, ignoring your surprised laugh and carrying you the rest of the way.

He threw you onto the bed, "Jude —" You said amused, "Someone's excited" You vaguely pointed at the growing situation in his crotch.

Jude rolled his eyes and fell on top of you, holding himself up as to not crush you again. "I have seen you in a while, what do you expect?"

You scrunched your nose as a reaction to the corny statement and placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips towards yours as if to encourage him to put his weight on you.

The feeling of his bodyweight against yours was a feeling you missed, the closeness of it being something that you took for granted.

You took one of his hands and lacing your fingers through his mid kiss, "I really did miss you."

The smile slipped from his face and he looked into your eyes, his breath hot against your lips.

"I know I keep saying that again and again but —" you said quietly. "I properly missed you."

The room settled into a comfortable silence. Outside, rain tapped gently against the bedroom window, muffled by the curtains.

Jude slowly kissed you again. "You know normally I wouldn’t admit this because you can be cocky bastard but — I actually hated coming home without you here, and I kept looking up every time I heard a noise outside the door — it's a bit silly but —."

Your chest tightened.

"I kept reaching for you in bed," you confessed. "Every morning."

He laughed softly through his nose.

"You know I actually slept on your side one night."

"You what?"

"I know."

"You win."

"I wanted to smell you again." His face immediately screwed up in regret, "Eugh I sound disgusting what the hell —"

You stared at him for a second before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"That's disgustingly cute."

"Hm."

"You've become embarrassingly sentimental."

"I've always been sentimental."

Your attention diverted to the press of his tented Joggers against your thigh, "Wow, still hard then mate?"

Jude rolled his eyes and this time, caught your tongue in a flaming kiss as his hands trailed to the hem of your T-shirt, pausing for approval. As you realised what he wanted to do you pulled your T-shirt up a little and both of you sat up allowing him to pull it of you.

His eyes slowly traced over your body, over the curve of your breast and the dip of your waist, it was almost tantalising, "You're taking your sweet time aren't you?" you remarked.

He just smiled at that, the little bastard, and moved down your body with his fingers eventually trailing the waist band of your joggers.

You lifted your hips a quick as you could, letting him edge down your trousers and take them of. Jude was practically salivating at the sight of you layed out beneath him, a damp spot on your panties from all of the making out — he barely touched you and that encouraged him furthur.

a small gasp escaped your lips as you felt him mouthing the protruding bone of your hip, the stinging sensation of his teeth going straight to you as if you weren’t already wet enough.

He continued his ministrations until his mouth was just inches away from your core, the heat radiating to him.

Then out of nowhere he looked you in the eye and bit the edge of your panties, dragging them down with his teeth. Now, as much as it was sexy, it was also a bit silly to watch this grown man, a famous footballer, try his hardest to be nonchalant whilst struggling to remove your underwear with his mouth.

The premise of it made you start laughing so hard that he suddenly sat up and looked at you with his eyes furrowed, your underwear was now halfway down your thighs, “Oi what are you laughing at?”

You covered your mouth trying to calm down, “Sorry it’s just — what in the 365 days are you doing oh my Lord, you are so funny sometimes —”

Just looked almost offended but then he started giggling too, the sound of it not helping to relieve the hilarity at all.

“Jude just eat me out idiot I’ve been waiting for this for ages —”

“Right right, I’ll get to it calm down —” he decided to just pull your panties of with his hands like a sane person.

Your hand grasped onto his hair has you felt him mouthing at your inner thigh, “Jude” you giggled slightly out of frustration, “What are you playing at? Just lick me.”

Jude smirked against your skin and pulled back slightly; the sight of your wet core, all exposed and just a couple of inches away from his face was something that he had definitely thought of too much while you were away.

When his tongue suddenly traced along the folds of your sex you inhaled deeply, he started lapping along your slit, his nose bumping your clit in a deliberate rhythm.

You couldn’t help but let out a whine, the sound encouraging him on.

He was lapping you up like a man possessed, the the taste of your sex was his nectar.

He inserted a finger into your aching hole and started to pump it in and out, eventually adding a second finger.

It became too much, his fingers, his mouth sucking your aching bundle of nerves, his moans against your sex like he was fully indulging in you.

“Fuck — Jude don’t stop —”

The pull of your hand on his hair only made him louder as he moaned messily onto your clit. He looked up at you, your eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed, silent pleas escaping your parted lips, chest heaving.

God this was an image that he missed so badly. An image that had been burned into his mind.

As you looked down at him briefly you noticed his hips rutting against the duvet.

Eventually the stimulation caught up and you started convulsing as the orgasm crashed over you.

Jude didn’t stop, he was still sucking on your clit and pumping his fingers in you, you practically had to drag him by his hair.

God he looked so beautiful like this, his face covered in the juices of your sex, eyes dilated, lips swollen and parted.

He pulled you into a deep kiss causing you to taste your juices on his tongue.

“Jude —” you started before he could pull you into a kiss.

“Yea baby?”

“Do you want me to blow —”

He immediately cut you of, “No.”

Youpanted slightly against his mouth, partly because you were confused as to why he said no and partly because the effects of the orgasm we’re still there, “Are you sure I —”

Jude’s lashes fluttered against yours as he looked at you with sincerity, “I don’t want you to tire yourself even more after a flight journey, tonight’s about you okay? I wanna make you feel good.”

You were slightly taken back at the bluntness of it all - I wanna make you feel good.

“Jude can you fuck me?”

Jude smiled, reaching to the bedside table for a condom without second thoughts, “Anything you want.”

He sat up and took his joggers of like he was being help at gun point, the wet patch on his boxers glaring you in the face, you could have sworn you saw him twitch.

He slid his boxers of, his cock springing up and hitting his lower abs slightly, it looked like it must have hurt, the tip was slightly reddish and leaking precum.

He put the condom on and kissed you again before sliding his cock in between your wet folds. “I missed this.”

He slowly bottomed out causing you both to moan against each others lips, it was intimate. You were holding his face and he was holding yours, his other hand supporting his body weight.

You could help but laugh slightly as you both stayed in that position, “You look funny up close.”

Jude rolled his eyes, but his smile was giving it away, “I’m balls deep in you and your saying that crap?”

“Ew never say balls deep ever again it does not suit you.”

He licked you nose in response but before you could retaliate you felt him grind his cock slowly against your walls, the feeling making your breath stutter, “Jesus — go faster Jude.”

He smiled against your mouth and started to pick up the pace, the wet sounds almost being crude if it wasn’t for how much you both needed this.

“I forgot how — how good you feel”, Jude panted, his thrusts now becoming increasingly hard.

“Fuck — Jude go faster — please.”

The joint sound of your pants and moans grew faster and more pornographic with each thrust, dragging his cock out fully before bottoming out again in sudden sharp movements.

“Fuck me —” it was safe to say that you would not be walking in the morning.

Your pants were now in unison, the bed creaking loudly as you found a fast rhythm.

“Reader I — I don’t think I can’t last —”

“No Jude I can’t either don’t sto—”

Before you could even finished that last word a loud crack echoed though the room.

Jude stopped half-thrust into you, his eyes suddenly opened, “What was that?”

You smiled anxiously against his lips as you were taken of guard by the the sudden loss of stimulation, “Um — wait did we —”

Jude’s lips parted into an ‘O’ as he realised what that sound was: “Oh my god did we break the fucking bed?”

You sat up quickly, “Get of the bed idiot!”

You both scrambled of the bed as quick as you could, completely disheveled and naked.

Jude lifted the mattress as you both saw the consequences of your shenanigans.

Two wooden boards were snapped in half.

Not one.

Two

You looked at Jude in a very shocked manner. “There is no way we broke the fucking bed.”

Jude just stood there like when he got a yellow card from a referee in that one match in 2022, “How have we done that then?”

The silence was broken into a hard fit of laughter as if you weren’t just passionately having sex a mere three minutes ago.

Jude just dragged you into his arms, skin against skin, His cock still very much hard against your hip. I reckon this is a problem for tomorrow don’t you?”

You very much agreed because two minutes later he ended up sitting against the wall with you on top of him riding his cock.

He did initially object to you riding him because he didn’t want you to do work after a flight but you told him that the bed breaking made you feel active again.

You were both fucking into eachother like rabid animals, panting against each others mouths like you couldn’t get enough, “Fuck Jude — Fuck —”

Jude knew you were close, he could feel your walls clenching his as he fucked up into you.

You came with a sudden moan, seeing stars as you had the second and probably last orgasm of the night.

Jude came immediately after, both you riding out the wave until you collapsed beside each other onto the floor.

“So um —” you pointed vaguely to the bed, “Maybe we should sleep and fix that tomorrow?”

Jude let out a tired chuckle, “I love you so much.”

a/n: reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated!! lmk if you wanna be on the taglist <3 also ignore the fact that the pizza was probably just abandoned (my greedy ahh would leave mid sex to eat it)

By the time you and Jude got back to the villa, the sun was starting to go down.

The whole day had felt slow in the best way.

No rushing, nowhere to be, no one waiting for either of you. It was strange, honestly. After the wedding everything had been so busy. Family, friends, the afterparty, the travelling. It had all gone by so fast that neither of you had a second to stop.

Now it was just the two of you.

Married.

Even thinking it still felt weird.

—

You stood in front of the mirror tending to your hair after your shower, wearing one of Jude’s shirts while he lay on the bed behind you, fresh out the shower too, scrolling on his phone with damp hair and a towel low around his waist.

You looked at your hand for a second, turning it so your ring caught the light.

—

It was mental to think about

Three days ago you had been standing in front of him, trying not to cry while he smiled at you like he was trying not to do the same.

It still didn’t feel real —

“You alright?” Jude asked.

You looked over at him, caught a bit of guard. “Yeah.”

He was watching you now.

“You’ve gone all quiet.”

You smiled a little. “Just thinking.”

“Right...”

You rolled your eyes and then looked out to the terrace. “Jude do you wanna try out the hot tub?”

Jude looked over too. “Now?”

“Yeah. We haven’t even been in it yet.”

He thought for a second, then shrugged. “Alright.”

You grinned and disappeared to get changed.

When you came back out in your bikini, Jude was standing by the bed now, pulling on his swim shorts.

He looked up at you and froze for a second.

You smiled at how strange he was. “What?”

He shook his head, laughing quietly. “Nothing.”

“It's literally just us two come on.” you replied with a teasing smile.

He walked over and put his hands on your waist. “You look really nice in this.”

You laughed. “Thank you.”

His hands stayed there a second longer than they needed to.

Even now, after being together for so long, after literally marrying him, he still looked at you like that.

Like he was still a bit shocked you were his.

—

The hot tub was already warm when you got outside.

You got in first, sinking into the water with a sigh while Jude got in after you.

You sat on the opposite side at first.

He stared at you.

“What?” you asked credulously.

He shook his head. “Why are you over there?”

You laughed. “There’s room isn't there?.”

“Come here.”

You slid over and he pulled you straight against him, your back against his chest, his arms around your waist under the water.

“That’s better,” he said.

The water bubbled around you while the sky got darker above.

It was quiet, but not awkward.

Just peaceful.

Jude played with your hair, twisting the ends around his fingers and moving it back over your shoulder.

You rested your head against him, it seemed like for the first time in ages, he felt completely relaxed.

No football. No people asking for photos. No training. No stress. Just you.

"You seem suspiciously happy mate..." you said, looking up at him. He laughed softly, the standing out against the bubbling of the water.

"I don't know mate, I think it's because I got married."

You smiled, your fingers tightening slightly over his where they rested against your hand. "True."

His chin dropped to rest against your hair, and you felt him exhale slowly, like he was still catching up to the reality of it. "It still feels mad doesn't it?"

You looked down at where his fingers were laced through yours, thumb brushing absently over your knuckles. "Yeah."

He kissed the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, his lips lingering just a second too long to be casual as he mumbled against your neck. "Best day of my life."

That made your chest go tight, so you turned a little, just enough to hide how flustered you suddenly felt. "You're being soft, Jude."

He smiled against your skin. "Only because it's you."

You leaned in and kissed him slowly, and at first it stayed that way — warm and unhurried. But then his hand moved from your waist up your side, fingers pressing into you like he needed something to hold onto, and the whole thing changed.

His mouth pressed harder against yours, like he'd been holding himself back all day and had finally stopped bothering to try. You shifted until you were facing him properly, legs tangling with his beneath the water, the heat of it was nothing compared to the way his hands were moving now — one sliding to the small of your back, the other cupping your jaw like he wanted to feel you say the next thing.

"Wow, Jude, this is a bit bold isn't it," you teased against his mouth, breathless already.

"Yeah well, I'm pretty sure we can do whatever we want now, can't we," he murmured back, drunk on the feeling of you pressed flush against him.

When you pulled back to catch your breath, his eyes stayed fixed on your mouth like he hadn't finished with it yet. "You know," he said quietly, thumb tracing slow circles against your skin, "I've barely had you to myself since the wedding."

You smiled, a little smug. "You married me."

"Exactly."

His hand slid into your hair then, tipping your head back trailing his lips down your neck eliciting a gasp from your through, he smiled against you the bastard.

"I'm your husband now aren't I?" Jude murmured, slowly sucking against your throat.

"Yes, you are." You replied breathily as the vibrations of his voice travelling to your core.

He smirked at this, getting a bit bolder now and biting at the spot that he's been slowly devouring.

"Fucking hell Jude!" You exclaimed, gripping onto his hair.

He pulled himself off you, his lips now pinkish and spit slicken, and stared at the sight of you before him. "You are so beautiful you know."

You bit back a smile trying to hide the effect that his words had on you, but he saw right through it and pulled you towards him causing the water to get very disturbed.

"Jude!" you giggled at the sudden movement, "Behave idiot."

"It's a bit hard not to when I have my wife in front of me like this." Jude's eyes hazed a little.

You took advantage of his lack of control and shoved him against the edge of the hot tub, "You're so corny." The image in front of your eyes was addictive, his chiseled body, tented shorts, the way his lips were swollen and his eyes were drunk. You decided to prove that he was yours.

"Lay back," You said softly, pushing him against the wall of the hot tub with your finger.

He did as you said, eyes locked onto yours as you straddled him hips and wrapped your arms around his neck. He then immediately parted his lips, letting your tongue to slip inside as you tasted him.

Your breathes mingled as you both bumped noses, "Jude," you said pulled back slightly so your forehead was against him.

He just looked at you with dilated eyes, his body flushed and lips wet and parted, "Y—yea?"

You pressed your lips to his quickly and tilted his head back with your fingers, exposing his neck to you. As you edged your mouth closer to his jaw you paused, letting your breath soften slightly against his pulse point.

He looked down at you with pleading eyes, his heartbeat erratic against your hand on his chest, "I love you reader." he whispered.

You pressed a haste kiss against his jaw and then to his lips, before returning to his jaw, kitten licking the area with your tongue like an in advance apology before slowly mouthing against it. His breath stuttered against your as he realised what you were doing.

The stinging sensation vibrated through his body as his right hand came up from your waist to gently grasping you hair, as you bit down he gasped slightly, eyes closed as the mixture of pain and pleasure grew onto him.

You soothed the new darkening mark on his jaw with your tongue as your lips dragged downwards to his untouched neck.

A trail of reddening bruises slow bloomed across his neck as you worked you way down. God he looked so pretty like this, like he was yours.

As you pulled back to admire your handiwork he pulled you back into him by your waist and flipped you around, now it was you who's back was against the wall of the hot tub, now he was straddling your lap, his hardness pressing into your hip.

Jude immediately started peppering kisses across your exposed neck, his mouth finally landed against your collarbone. Your brain short-circuited as his teeth gently bit into the skin, his tongue coming out in intervals to sooth the ache as if to apologise.

He sucked harder until there was a darkening shape on your collar bone, as you looking down at the sight you couldn't help but see how visually untouched he was, his erection straining out of his shorts, it was only fair to help him out right?

Your fingers traced down his water slicken body, his abs tensing under the gentle graze of your nails. He looked at you with need as he claimed your lips in a deep kiss.

Your hand followed his happy trail, dipping into the waistband of his shorts, his cock twitching in excitement like he was waiting for this.

Your hand felt along the velvety length causing him to stutter against your lips which he only did when he was desperate.

"Jude you're so hard." you teased, nose bumping his and you looked into each other's eyes, His pupils were dilated.

You grazed your thumb on his tip smearing the bead of precum that had formed all over his cock, the sensation releasing a shaky exhale from him.

You started to stroke him, the bubbles of the water clouding your vision from above.

Jude’s noises were muffled by your mouth, “Fuck — your always so so good —”

His hips started rutting into your hand, the sight of your wedding rings glistening through the water on his cock was disorienting his mind.

After a few more strokes he finally came, white hot spurts shooting out of his slit as he rode the wave out, in the hot tub, but that was a problem for later.

Jude looked into your eyes, his glassy, and wide, “I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too”

“It’s your turn then isn’t it?”

Before you could clock what he meant his hand immediately trailed down your wet curves into the water, palming your ass as he leaned in to kiss your neck slowly with fervour.

“Jude…” you breathed.

He continued his ministrations on your neck as his hand edged your bikini bottoms down. His fingers slipping between your folds.

Even though you were in water he could feel the wetness of your core, “Your my wife now, and I’m your husband.

The soft gasp that culminated from you made him smile against your neck. His index finger now slipping into your hole slowly. He pulled away from and you crouched down slightly, his eyes fixated on your as he pulled your bottoms completely off.

The visual was a stark contrast to how he was just moments earlier with his eyes pleading and watering.

He started to thrust his finger in you slightly faster eliciting soft sounds from your tongue.

“Jude can you — faster?” You asked quietly as your brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Of course I can.”

His fingers picked up the pace, his other hand coming down to nudge your clit.

The sensation became sweet as his fingers slipping between hit that same spot in you whilst his thumb was toying with your bundle of nerves causing you to start riding his hands.

To him this sight was something he would never get enough of, your eyes shut, brows furrowed, puffy lips slightly parted but silent like you couldn’t coordinate a response.

“I’m close baby — fuck”

You whimpers only egged him if as he sped up the pace slightly, your hands grabbing his hair will full force, a feeling that he very much enjoyed.

Your body started convulsing as you came, breath staggered, the waves of the orgasm washing over you slowly.

After you rode out on his finger he pulled it out, the sudden emptiness bringing you back to reality.

The hot tub slightly cloudy with cum, your bikini bottoms in the water, Jude’s cock hardening against your thigh.

Jude gave you a cheeky look, “Maybe we should take this inside?”

You smiling back, reaching into the water for your bottoms, “Yea maybe we should…”

a/n: reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated!! lmk if you wanna be on the taglist <3