Gojo never understood what personal space meant. Well, not when it came to you.

No one batted an eye because everyone just assumed he was already your boyfriend from the constant touching and the way his hands naturally found yours to hold onto while walking in the school's hallways.

From the moment you two met, he’s been all over you. His nose always pressed against your neck, whispering about how good you smelt. Legs pressing up against yours when you were seated, hand rubbing at the inside of your thigh. His personal favorite was having his head on your lap, face in stomach, idly tracing patterns on your skin as your hands ran through his snowy white hair.

Which would eventually lead to him rearranging your guys. Because that’s what best friends do.

You gently knocked on his door, opening to stick your head inside. “Hi Satoru!” You chirped, making your way inside. Gojo groaned from his bed, being stripped down to only his boxers, scratching at his stomach.

“Hey..” He watched the way you moved to be over him, wrapping your arms around his waist, head pressed on his chest. “I’ve missed you all day, sweets. How was your day, hm?” He whispered, nudging his nose against your temple.

“It was fine. The lab kicked my ass though.” You pouted, thinking back to five minutes ago when you kept messing up the chemicals. “Thank god Shoko was there.”

Gojo hummed, moving his touch to your waist. You two knew this was far too intimate for a friendship, not like either of you cared though. “Shit..” he grunted, feeling his cock begin to twitch. “You’re making me hard.”

You chuckled, kissing his jaw without paying any mind to his hand that was slipping underneath your shorts. “Oops!”

“Is that all you gotta say? Toru junior is begging for your touch.” Gojo whined, gripping hardly at the flesh of your ass. That made you accidentally shift on his lap, giving him a small grind. “Fuck.”

“You better take care of this.”

₊⊹ contains: fluff, established relationship, wisdom teeth removal, loopy jude, lots of banter, embarrassing moments, second-hand embarrassment, happy ending

₊⊹ summary: after getting his wisdom teeth removed, a very drugged up jude completely forgets you're already his girlfriend and spends the afternoon trying to convince his mom to let him date you.

the waiting room smells like disinfectant and peppermint. it's almost too clean. the kind of clean that makes you feel like you shouldn't touch anything. soft instrumental music hums through the ceiling speakers while a fish tank bubbles quietly in the corner.

you're pretty sure you've watched the same bright orange fish swim in the exact same circle at least fifty times. not because it's interesting. because there's absolutely nothing else to do.

you glance at the clock again. five minutes have passed. it somehow feels like fifty. beside you, denise smiles without looking up from the magazine she'd picked up nearly half an hour ago.

"he'll be alright."

you laugh quietly. "i know."

"you're worrying."

"am i that obvious?"

"a little."

you sigh. "he kept texting me all morning saying he wasn't nervous."

"which means..."

"...he was terrified."

she laughs. "exactly."

you pull your phone from your pocket. the last message jude had sent before going into surgery is still sitting there.

jude💗: if i say anything embarrassing afterwards, pretend i didn't.

you smile to yourself.

you: that's not how this works.

jude💗: please.

you: no promises.

you lock your phone again. "he's gonna hate this."

denise smiles knowingly. "i've seen him after anaesthetic before."

you immediately turn towards her. "...have you?"

"oh, yes."

"was it bad?"

she nods once. "he cried because he thought they threw away his socks."

"...his socks?"

"they were on his feet."

you cover your mouth to stop yourself laughing. "you're joking."

"i wish i was."

before you can ask anything else, the surgery door opens. a nurse steps into the waiting room. "he's all done."

both of you stand immediately.

"he's still a little sleepy," the nurse says with a smile. "someone will need to stay with him for the rest of the day."

"of course," denise replies.

the nurse nods. "he's coming now."

you hear footsteps. slow. slightly uneven. then, jude appears. his hoodie hangs loosely over his shoulders. his hair is messier than when he went in. his cheeks are slightly swollen. there's a little ice pack balanced awkwardly against one side of his face. and his eyes, they're barely open. he looks like he's trying to understand a world that's suddenly become far more confusing than it was an hour ago.

"hi, sweetheart," denise says gently.

he blinks. "mom..."

"that's me."

he smiles lazily. "you're here."

"i told you i'd be."

he nods thoughtfully. "...good."

the nurse lightly guides him towards the chairs. "just take your time."

he sits down carefully. staring at absolutely nothing.

you crouch beside him. "hey."

he slowly turns his head. looks directly at you. stares. for a very, very, very long time.

"...hello." his voice is slow and slightly slurred.

"hi."

he keeps staring. like he's trying to place where he knows you from. his eyebrows pull together.

you bite the inside of your cheek. don't laugh.

he looks at his mom. points at you. "...who's that?"

you completely lose it. a tiny laugh escapes before you can stop it.

denise presses her lips together, trying very hard not to smile. "that's y/n."

he nods slowly. "...right." another long pause. "...she's pretty."

you feel your face warm.

denise smiles. "she is."

he keeps looking at you. completely fascinated. "...really pretty."

"thank you," you say softly.

he smiles at you. then immediately turns back to his mom. "...can i keep her?"

the waiting room falls silent. you stare. denise stares. the nurse at the reception desk definitely heard. she's already trying not to laugh.

"...keep her?" denise repeats.

he nods seriously. "yeah."

"what do you mean?"

he gestures vaguely in your direction. "...her."

"yes?"

"can i keep her?"

you cover your mouth. your shoulders already shaking with laughter.

denise raises an eyebrow. "...why?"

he looks genuinely confused by the question. "...because she's nice."

"you've only just met her."

"exactly." another thoughtful pause. "...i'm making good time."

you snort.

he immediately looks proud of himself. "she laughed."

"she did."

he smiles dreamily. "...good." then he leans slightly towards his mom, not quietly enough. "...i think i like her."

you have to look away. because if he sees your face right now, you'll absolutely burst out laughing.

denise nods thoughtfully. "do you?"

"yeah."

"why?"

he looks back at you again, studying you like she's the most interesting person he's ever seen. "...pretty eyes." your heart melts. "...nice smile." you smile wider without meaning to. "...and she laughed at my joke."

denise hums. "anything else?"

he thinks very hard. "...she smells nice."

you bury your face in your hands. "oh my god."

he immediately looks concerned. "...did i say that out loud?"

"you did."

"...right." he nods once. "...still true."

the nurse quietly excuses herself before she starts laughing.

a few minutes later, you're helping jude stand so you can all walk back to the car. he looks down at your hand holding his arm. then back up at you.

"...are you single?"

you choke on absolutely nothing. "what?"

he looks at you hopefully. "are you?"

before you can answer, denise beats you to it. "she's got a boyfriend."

jude's face falls. completely. "...she does?"

"she does."

he sighs dramatically. "...that's unlucky."

you can't stop laughing. "i'm sorry."

he nods sadly. "...me too."

walking through the car park takes forever. mostly because jude keeps stopping. first, to wave at a pigeon. then, to tell a parked car it has "nice headlights." then, to ask if clouds ever get tired. you and denise exchange one look. neither of you says a word.

halfway to the car, he looks at you again. "...would your boyfriend be upset if i asked for your number?"

you laugh so hard you nearly have to stop walking. "probably."

"...yeah." he sighs. "respect." then, after another few steps, "...unless..." he looks at his mom. "...what if she breaks up with him?"

denise bites the inside of her cheek. "that's not very nice."

"...true." he nods. "...i'll wait."

once everyone's finally in the car, you sit beside him in the back. mostly because you know he'll probably fall asleep. he stares out of the window quietly for a minute. then suddenly turns to you again.

"...hi."

"hi."

"what's your name again?"

"y/n."

he smiles. "...pretty."

"thank you."

"i'm jude."

"i know."

his eyebrows lift. "...you do?"

"yeah."

"have we met before?"

you glance at denise in the driver's seat. she's already smiling. "...once or twice."

"that's nice." another pause. "...do you play football?"

you blink. "...what?"

"feel like i've seen you somewhere."

"i don't play football."

"...right." he nods. "...i do."

"i know."

he looks strangely impressed. "...you know loads."

the drive home is only twenty minutes. it somehow becomes the funniest twenty minutes of your life. because jude refuses to let the subject go.

"mom."

"yes?"

"...can y/n come over sometime?"

denise glances at you in the mirror. "she already does."

he frowns. "...really?"

"all the time."

"...why?"

"because she's your girlfriend."

he blinks. looks at you. looks back at his mom. then laughs. "...good one."

"i'm serious."

he shakes his head. "nah. why would she date me?"

you immediately answer. "because you're lovely."

he stares at you. "...that's flirting."

you grin. "maybe."

he turns bright pink. or... as pink as someone with swollen cheeks can manage.

"...mom."

"yes?"

"...she's flirting."

denise nods. "she does that."

"...i think i like it."

you reach over and gently adjust the ice pack slipping off his cheek. he freezes completely. watching you.

"...you're really nice."

"thank you."

"...could i maybe..." he hesitates. "...hold your hand?"

you look at denise. she's trying so hard not to laugh she's practically crying. you nod. "of course."

he gently threads his fingers through yours, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. "...nice."

five minutes later, he's still holding your hand. still smiling to himself. then suddenly, "...mom."

"yes?"

"...i've had an idea."

"should i be worried?"

"...i'm gonna ask her out."

you press your lips together.

"right now?"

he nods confidently. "...timing's important."

denise almost drives onto the curb because she's laughing.

he turns towards you properly. doing his absolute best to sit up straight. which isn't very straight. "...y/n."

"yeah?"

"...would you..." he pauses. apparently forgetting what he was saying. "...what was i doing?"

"asking me something."

"...right." he nods. "...yeah." another pause. "...will you...hang on." he looks at his own hands. "...lost it."

you can't breathe. you're laughing so hard tears are forming. he suddenly remembers. his face lights up.

"...there it is." he clears his throat dramatically. "...will you be my girlfriend?" there's complete sincerity in his eyes. despite everything. he genuinely looks nervous.

you smile as softly as you can. "i'd love to."

his entire face lights up. "...really?"

"really."

he immediately looks at his mom. "mom!"

"yes?"

"...she said yes!"

denise nods. "i heard."

"...that's brilliant."

"it is."

he squeezes your hand excitedly. "...i've got a girlfriend."

you laugh. "you do."

when you finally arrive at his house, helping him inside somehow takes even longer. mostly because he keeps introducing you to objects. he pats the hallway table. "...this is table."

"lovely to meet you, table."

he nods approvingly. "...good manners."

once he's settled on the sofa with another ice pack, he looks exhausted. the medication is finally starting to wear him out. his words become slower. his eyelids heavier. you sit beside him. still holding his hand. he looks at your joined hands.

"...can i ask something?"

"go on."

"...how long have we been together?"

you smile. "just over a year."

his eyes widen. "...a year?"

"yeah."

"...i did well."

you laugh softly. "you really did."

he looks strangely proud of himself. "...past jude's got game."

"apparently."

he nods seriously. "...respect."

his head slowly tips sideways until it's resting against your shoulder. you brush a hand gently through his messy curls. "...comfortable?"

"very."

"good."

another quiet minute passes. "...y/n?"

"yeah?"

"...don't tell anyone i forgot."

you smile. "can't promise that."

he groans dramatically. "...please."

"your mom already knows."

he slowly looks across the room. denise is standing in the kitchen making him a milkshake. she waves.

"...hi."

"hi, sweetheart."

he sighs. "...she's definitely gonna tell jobe."

"probably."

"...and dad."

"maybe."

"...and everyone."

you nod sympathetically. "most likely."

he closes his eyes. "...worst day ever."

you laugh. "really?"

he peeks at you with one sleepy eye. "...actually..." his fingers tighten around yours just a little. "...second best."

"second?"

"yeah."

"what was the best?"

his sleepy smile returns. "...meeting my girlfriend."

you smile so hard your cheeks hurt.

"again." he nods lazily. "...worth doing twice."

within another minute, he's asleep against your shoulder, still holding your hand like he's afraid you'll disappear. you glance toward denise. she quietly lifts her phone, showing you the video she'd secretly taken of jude proudly announcing, "mom! she said yes!"

you laugh silently. "i'm absolutely keeping this."

denise grins. "oh, definitely."

@sexintheseireitei Steamy Seireitei Summer starts today!! Gonna be doing a handful of lil drabbles for a couple of the days! Enjoyyyyyy!

CW- Mentions of alcohol, touchy feely drunk Kisuke!

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“You do know those are alcoholic, right?” You asked Kisuke as he ordered his fifth Blue Lagoon cocktail of the night. You had gone to a beach side restaurant for cocktails and some food while you were on vacation. When he had downed the first 2, you weren’t all that surprised. But then he drank 3. 3 turned to 4…

He didn’t seem to be affected outside of flushing around his cheeks. Kisuke made a small noise and tilted his head questioningly. “They have alcohol in them?” He asked, absolutely dumbfounded. You nodded. You pointed to the menu. Next to the title of Blue Lagoon, in tiny letters were the ingredients. Blue Curacao, vodka and lemonade.Kisuke’s eyes widened under the brim of his hat. “Ah shit. I didn’t know, I assumed they were like blue lemonade or something. They definitely don’t taste like alcohol!” He shrugged his shoulders. The waiter brought over two blue lagoons and set one in front of you. This was only your second drink so you knew you’d be fine. But you were mildly excited to see how it would affect your dear boyfriend.

By the time you reached your room, Kisuke was a giggling mess. He’d ended up having 7 cocktails before he became belligerent. Even after a full meal. His arm stayed securely around your waist like a vise. Kisuke kept kissing your face every time you stopped. Waiting for the elevator? He was kissing you all over your face. In the elevator? Kisuke practically had his tongue down your throat until an older couple got in to get to the floors above you. The hand that held your waist kept moving up and down, playing with the hem of your top.

You got to your room and had to stop to get the keys from your bag. Kisuke took the opportunity yet again to kiss you. This time, they were planted across your neck and shoulder. You giggled at the feeling of his scraggly beard against your skin. “You’re banned from those drinks, you know that?” You teased. “Nooooooooo.” Kisuke whined pathetically. He buried his face against where your neck and shoulder met. You could hear him taking a big sniff of the scent you wore. The signature one he always complimented. He practically groaned as you opened the door to the hotel room. “I think you better go to bed too, hun.” You said in a gentler tone. You tried to move into the room but his grip tightened to keep you close. His other arm wrapped around you. Gently, his hand went under your top. The gentle touch sent a shiver up your spine as he went towards your chest.

₊. cock warming creampie mutual pining

"god you don't think my dick'll hurt anyone will it?" zuko asks, fingers pulling at the waistband of his sweats as he glances down, three silver bars slipping between the skin of his cock and lancing out on the edges, "shit, what if i kill someone from riding my pierced dick!"

being a virgin meant zuko had no idea what to do with a, to be honest, pretty nicely pierced dick (if you were to say so yourself)

"impossible." you say from the other end of the bed, "plenty of guys get their dicks pierced and have loads of sex."

you say, having read a series of reddit posts you had previously found online to ease his nerves.

zuko double-takes.

"you have to fuck me." he says.

you cough.

"what?"

"please?" he begs, "i'll feel a lot less guilty if you were the one to die from my dick."

"okay, fuck you," you say, "and i'm not doing that with you..."

you want to talk him out of it, convince him that he's being stupid and that he's probably taking those shitty edibles he gets from sokka again but you can't help but want the butterflies in your stomach to jab their wings through your chest, maybe then your crush on your best friend would be crucified.

"i'm probably not even that shit at sex," zuko says, "you know how good i am with my hands. i play valorant!"

"that's not the point, zu." you argue, shaking your head.

"i'm going to die a virgin," he sighs, lapping himself onto his back.

"no you won't." you say.

"god, what was i thinking?" he exhales.

"you're overthinking it."

zuko turns his head to the side.

"i'll beg if i have to..." he murmurs.

you crawl over him, thighs parted at his waist, palms beside his hair messily tangled in the sheets. your hair threads into his face, into the dip of his lips and you want to know what it feels like to be the strands of your hair that kiss his face softly.

his cheeks stain red, almost as red as his scar.

"fine."

you're quick to regret your decision when zuko pulls your panties with two fingers to the side, his free hand curled into your hip as he slipped his cock through his waistband and gently pressed himself onto you.

warmth pools between your thighs as his flushed pierced tip parts your cunt.

you gasp as the argent bars roll against your pussy cold and sleek. your fingers knit themselves into his hair, nails whittle between every strand.

zuko whines when you tug at his hair, meager moans slipping through his lips as you slowly took in his length. he's barely a quarter way in and his eyes are already glossy, ardor-gilded eyes moist.

"ngh— is it good?" zuko moans, "do i feel — mmh— good?"

you nod, teeth pierced into your bottom lip.

he's practically throbbing against your pussy.

"mhm. you're just...i don't know if youll fit." you hum.

zuko shakes his head.

"i'll make it fit." he says, "it'll fit."

zuko's fingers splinter at your hips, heat scattering from his finger tips as he gently rolled your hips into him, sheathing his piercings in your slick.

hes stretching you out; more than you thought he would.

each inch you take in makes your breathing uneven, legs trembling against his abdomen as you slowly took in his silver teethed cock.

"that's it, take me in." he groans as the last quarter of his cock dips into your pussy. you catch your breath as you fall into his shoulder.

"you're good," he pants, "you feel sooooo good."

zuko slips his arms around your waist as he pulls you into his chest, lips warm on your neck as he sprinkles a kiss and then another on your collarbone. his breath is soft, heart beating against your breasts as he kisses you with a subtle sweetness.

your cheeks spark as you memorize each part of your body he kisses; your shoulder, your neck.

"i can't wait any longer." zuko says inbetween kisses. “i want more of you.”

you exhale.

"wait, you're too big, i can't—"

you shuffle, rolling your hips around his tepid cock, your cunt sucking him in like hollowed cheeks as the metal bars smoothed against your cunt.

"hah— if you keep doing that i'm going to cum." he croaks.

"you're going to come from me cock warming you?" you ask, leaning into his collarbone.

"fuck, i've cum to the thought of you being in the same room as me." zuko breathes, "you've always been this angel i can never touch."

you think your heart may have skipped a beat.

"don't say that..." you mumble. your hold around his hair and back grow desperate, fingers clinging onto anything that made you feel closer to him.

"it hurts so bad how much i want this," he groans, cock twitching. "ngh — i'm going to come."

his eyes are screwed shut, his scar a burning-bright red.

"not yet, zu."

"please, let me come..." he croaks, "please i want to cummm."

"zu."

"shit i can't—" he whines, tears pooling at his eyelids.

he comes inside you, beady slick filling you like a sweet fruit tart. his arms are enveloped round your waist and back as he falls into your shoulder, hair pleating into his lips and eyes. his moans are jagged, resonant as his chest rises and falls against you.

"dammit zuko..."

he breathes.

"i think im inlove with you."

❀ sex deprived or simply stupid? you guess you're both when you decide to offer yourself to a stranger with a sexy voice through a glory hole!

ac: @zuunary dc: @/bronzewasp

was there a fate as frustrating as being the concubine for a man as cold as the fire lord?

perhaps cold wasn't the correct word. but considering he refused to so much as speak to the women of his court, you weren't sure how else to describe your nonexistent relationship when you doubted he even knew your name.

you knew you shouldn't complain.

compared to some girls from your tribe, being pampered and paraded around was a far better fate. at least you were fed.

the only issue was you still hadn't been fucked.

you overheard a few of the other concubines whispering in the garden about how he'd yet to spend the night with any of them, scoffing at his solemnly muttered refusals on the rare occasion one would dare approach him during the day.

acting as if he owed them sex just because of his position.

there was no safety in simply being a pretty face. no, they all wanted something more. the security of being a proper consort. having his heir.

sneering about his burns behind his back while they schemed up ways to sleep with him, unsatisfied to just live in luxury.

with power came pests, you supposed.

you didn’t mind keeping to yourself, at least at first. preferred to be left to your own devices, chatting with the servants and finding company where to fill the time since the fire lord clearly held no interest in the concubines he housed. you'd never actually spoken to him yourself, no way to know if he was anything like the rumors they spread.

it was just that your fingers were having trouble soothing the heat between your thighs.

and the man who was causing it was too busy in his own world to ever notice what his presence did to you - or even care about soothing it.

your problem was yours alone.

and as long as your solution stayed a secret, everything could remain the same.

even if it did still feel shitty staring at him from afar, picking at your food while his political advisors prodded him for plans. watching your lord lean over out of earshot, his pretty lips parting, probably discussing business about the avatar or other things you weren't important enough to know.

his defined jaw clenching when his advisor replied, shaking his head all seriously as you spun your fork between your fingers.

excusing yourself was easy when no one cared where some measly concubine wandered off to. servants not even sparing you a glance as you slipped out into the bathhouses, confident that you wouldn't be interrupted at least when everyone was busy at his banquet.

you discovered it two months ago. you'd been bathing by yourself late one night, enjoying the steam and padding around barefoot as you tied a robe back over yourself. .

hidden in a little nook, away from the actual bath and near the changing rooms, someone had carved a hole in the wall that separated the men's bath from the women's. you had giggled at first, grinned at the realization someone must have made it for sex.

squatting down to squint through, not able to make out too much before sticking a single finger inside of it - only for someone to grab it.

"was this your doing?" a man grumbled, holding tight when you tried to pull it back.

"of course not," you huffed indignantly, scowling as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "what? were you waiting to be serviced?"

"of course not," he repeated, scoffing at you as if it was a ridiculous assumption to come to.

that should've been the end of it.

but you both kept coming back. week after week, making catty conversation between the wall as you both complained. he was sick of his responsibilities. his duties. overwhelmed by the weight of the work on his shoulders. you were sick of feeling unseen.

and even though he couldn't actually see you, it was nice to be heard.

you figured he must be a soldier. maybe a captain or lieutenant.

the bathhouse was indeed vacant when you strolled through it, glancing over your shoulder as you made your way to your little hideaway.

excitement buzzing through your chest, heart thumping as you stopped just in front of it, getting down on its level to peek through as you hesitantly called out, "hello?"

no answer.

perhaps he'd been held up.

maybe he'd even been at the same banquet. right under your nose the entire time.

you waited, counting the seconds and biting your lip until you faintly heard approaching footsteps on the other side.

"are you there?" he spoke carefully, his voice low, soft, the kind that reverberated through you. you liked it.

him too.

"yes," you half-whispered back, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your mouth. "i thought you might not come."

"my ah, well, colleagues were driving me insane. it's hard to get away from them," he muttered, irritation still dripping from his words as you listened intently. "did i make you wait long?"

"do i get anything if i say yes?" you affectionately hummed, a familiar feeling starting to burn in the bottom of your stomach as you fantasized about what the man on the other side might look like.

you doubted he'd be as handsome as zuko, but he still sounded attractive.

"i'm too tired to be teased tonight," he grunted, unamused by your light giggle.

"that's a shame," you replied, leaning against the wall. was he doing the same? pondering over your appearance and fighting the pull of his heart towards you? "i was looking forward to teasing you."

"are you trying to stress me out?" he sarcastically asked, a cute little husk to his voice that made your thighs reflexively squeeze.

"maybe a little," you answered honestly. "you sound cute when you're stressed."

it seemed like his permanent state of being.

"besides," you continued, getting closer to the edge of the hole. "you can just use me as stress relief."

wasn't that why you were both here?

fornicating with a fire lord's concubine with strictly forbidden.

but that was only if someone found out.

besides, as long as you didn't actually fuck him, wasn't it fine?

he didn't know what crime he was committing when he stuck his cock through the carved out-hole, the veins running across his thick shaft pulsing as you slid your stare over it.

getting down on your knees to wrap your mouth around it, feeling him throb against your tongue as you started sucking his cock. his filthy groan just spurring you on as you tried to take him as deep as possible.

if anyone caught either of you, there'd surely be hell to pay, but when he was bobbing into the back of your throat and murmuring how good you felt, it was hard to feel bad about it.

you didn't really mind being used when it was all you were made for. all you were using him for.

"fuck, your mouth is so warm," he moaned, and you wished you could see the way his face had to be scrunching up in pleasure while you tried to stroke what didn't fit.

humming against him as he chased his climax, your pulse pounding in your eardrums as you imagined what he'd do if he could see you.

would he grab your hair? use it to guide his cock in-and-out?

fuck your face until you were begging just to breathe?

you didn't even get to feel his abs tense when he was about to cum, his cock stalling mid-thrust just before warm ropes of cum spilled out, shooting down your throat as you struggled to swallow all of it.

"god, you're so good," he grunted, not pulling out as you licked up the last of it, dragging your tongue back over it until he was clean. "turn around."

he growled it like he was used to giving orders.

you pulled off of his cock, spit connecting your lips with his swollen tip as you watched it disappear back through the hole.

your turn.

it felt a little humiliating to pull up your skirts high enough, twisting around to angle yourself at the hole.

but the embarrassment morphed into enthrallment the moment his tongue was dragging over your slick entrance. pushing in and swirling it around with an intensity you hadn't quite been expecting.

trying to stretch you open with his that thick pink muscle of his, greedily eating you out like a starving man.

his tongue moved deftly, dragging inside you with expert strokes, painting patterns that left you stifling your moans into your palm. he felt like heaven, scratching that itch you couldn't satisfy yourself.

but just before the pressure could mount, he pulled his tongue out with an impatient huff.

"i would like to make love to you," he murmured, his voice half-slurred as he slurped you up. "in my chambers."

"i-i can't," you whimpered, regret burning almost as much as the need was. "i belong to someone else."

"who?"

his voice trembled, shaking with anger you'd never heard from him before.

"the fire lord," you half-whispered, breath catching in your throat as he let a low chuckle escape.

"don't worry," he scoffed. "he won't mind."

a/n: reblogs + comments always appreciated angels <3

adult!fire lord zuko x fire lady reader | contains smut | mdni. | wc: 2,9K

summary: in which diplomacy is temporarily interrupted because the Fire Lord and Fire Lady are terrible at pretending they can keep their hands off each other.

content: adult zuko, established relationship, post-canon atla, royal event, fluff, explicit sexual content [kneeling/oral (m/f & f/m), desk sex & couch/divan sex, mutual climax, aftercare], risk of being caught, zuko steams, semi-public, praise, humor, gaang mentions.

note: no proofread!we die like men, and I just really wanted to post it so will take a look at it tomorrow. — title inspired by ‘hold tight’ by sabrina carpenter. fulfilling this request! xx

It took longer for you to undo the ties of your formal court robes than it did for Zuko to pull his cock free from beneath his own.

You stroked him a couple of times, looking up at him from between his thighs taking a second to catch your breath.

“You know, we need a better signal for these types of things,” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes. “If you keep waiting for me to circle back to you, we’re doomed for the rest of the banqueting season.”

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pairing : kisuke urahara x wife!reader & platonic!yoruichi shihouin x reader

summary : kisuke gets jealous of yoruichi play flirting with his wife~

word count : 0.6k

requested by : @laweona150

request/prompt : "OK HEAR ME OUT, Wife!Reader and yoruichi are like besties they're talking they haven't seen each other and stuff and kisuke being kisuke...he's jealous but hes like: me? Jealous? no waaaay! what are you sayiiiing (he totally is) And just yoruichi teasing him over it I dont know u think it will be funny (its 1am help)"

warnings : she's a short one

notes : i hope you like this! i laughed when i read the request and i loved it. i hope you enjoy

pairing: kisuke urahara x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 474 words

warnings: reader is a tsundere; kisuke is a rage baiter

He’s always been a curious man. This time, he’s fixated her lips. Or rather, Urahara makes up an excuse to kiss you for the first time.

“I bet you taste like cherries,” Kisuke mused one lazy afternoon. Leaning against a wall, he waved his fan around his face. Summer in Japan was oppressive, even with the loud churning of the air conditioner above them.

“Excuse me?” she asked from her place across the shop. She raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

“Of course, your personality leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, so maybe you actually taste like grapefruit or some other citrus,” he amended.

“Where are you going with this?” She insisted. “I don’t taste like anything, and even if I did, why would it matter?”

“Call it morbid curiosity.”

“I’d call it stupidity,” she countered.

Behind his fan, he smiled. “Don’t hurt my feelings, my dear.”

“Kisuke.” The glacial look she gave him froze the room.

“Alright, alright.” He folded his fan and tucked it back into the sleeves of his haori. But still, he persisted. “Just one taste, please? And then I’ll back off, I promise.”

“You’re not biting me.”

“Who said anything about biting?” He teased. “I’m a gentleman, after all, and gentlemen don’t bite their ladies.”

She blew out a breath—a sound between a sigh and a chuckle. “Then how do you suppose you’ll ’taste’ me?”

Pushing off the wall, he walked across the small shop. The wooden floorboards shifted and creaked beneath his sandals, echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Once he stopped before her, he hooked a finger under her chin. Gently, he pushed her head back.

“Hm?” She looked at him.

“Pardon the intrusion,” he murmured.

That was the only warning he gave her before he dipped his head lower. His lips found hers, molding to the shape of her mouth like a key slipping into a lock. The kiss was soft and firm, but slow enough that she could step away if she wanted to.

Soon enough, she reacted. Fisting the front of his robe, she tugged his body closer to hers. Her mouth moved against his, challenging him to be the first to end this.

But he only took that as permission. His hand shifted from her chin to her jaw, cradling her face in his calloused palm. He held her there, keeping her latched onto this moment—onto him—because if either of them pulled away, that kiss would have disappeared like dreams do.

“Strawberries,” he whispered against her mouth.

“Huh?” She blinked.

“You taste like strawberries,” he explained. “You really do taste sweet. Who would’ve thought?”

Groaning, she lightly whacked him on the shoulder. “You’re so annoying.”

“Now, now, my dear.” He pulled out his fan and unfurled it, pressing it to his mouth to hide the devious smirk she knew all too well. “Is that any way to treat your partner?”

She whacked him again, and his laugh, unabashedly loud and jubilant, filled the shop. Her laughter rang out, joining his.

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divider is not mine!

jude bellingham x celebrity!fem.reader

sypnosis. You and Jude had been dating for five months now. Even after all that time, you had decided to keep your relationship private. No one knew the two of you were together.

That stayed true until you filmed your What's In My Bag? video with Vogue. Everything was going as planned—until Jude decided to do something cheeky.

contents. secret relationship

warnings. none

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“Sorry I can’t drop you off today. Here’s a coffee to make it up to you. Good luck with your Vogue filming! I love you.”

You smiled as you read the note attached to your coffee. You could recognize your boyfriend’s handwriting right away.

He was supposed to drop you off today, but an urgent meeting came up, and he had no choice but to attend it and have another to drive for you instead.

You took a sip of the coffee, and a smile spread across your face. It tasted exactly the way you liked to make it yourself. Jude had done an amazing job.

Today, you were filming a video with Vogue, where you would be showing your everyday and work bag.

You decided not to pack or organize them beforehand. You wanted everything to feel natural and real. Besides, you already knew what was inside—they were your personal and work bag, after all.

You picked up the bag from the table and headed to the Vogue studio.

As soon as you arrived, the staff quickly got you ready. They worked on your hair and makeup before helping you change into a more polished outfit, a cream-colored vintage Chanel suit your stylist had chosen for you.

Just as the final touches were being done, your phone buzzed with a notification.

You glanced at the screen and smiled when you saw the familiar nickname.

Your boyfriend.

Did you drink the coffee I prepared? Sorry if it was bad

A smile appeared on your lips.

I did, it was good

You did a great job copying how I make it 👏

Really?

That was just my first attempt

I’m so good at this

Don’t get too ahead of yourself

That could be just first time luck

Watch out love

Never underestimate my capabilities

You couldn't help but laugh, catching the attention of the makeup artist you had started to get along with.

"Is something funny?" she asked with a smile.

She tried to peek at your phone, but you quickly lowered it out of her sight.

You couldn't blame her for being curious.

After all, no one, except your closest friends and family, knew that you were dating anyone, let alone England footballer Jude Bellingham.

The two of you had been together for five months now, and everything had been going well.

The people who knew about your relationship often asked why you still hadn't gone public.

Your answer was always the same.

"We're just waiting for the right time."

And it was the truth.

Both you and Jude were at the peak of your careers. Your schedules were packed, and there were times when you were separated by countries because of your work and his matches and training.

You hadn't even been able to watch one of his games in person.

Instead, you cheered him on through a screen whenever you had the chance, never missing an opportunity to support him, even from miles away.

Sometimes, though, you couldn't help but feel guilty.

You wished you could be there in the stands, watching him play, cheering as loudly as everyone else, wearing his team's jersey with "Bellingham" across the back.

Maybe one day, when the timing was finally right, you would be.

Jude, on the other hand, was always understanding.

He never made you feel guilty about missing his games. Before every match, he would always text and ask if you were going to watch.

When you said yes, he would simply reply with a smile and tell you that was more than enough.

But deep down, you knew he wished you could be there.

Still, that wasn't the only reason you kept your relationship private.

You were scared.

Scared of what people might say, especially his fans.

You had only dated two people in your life.

Your last relationship had ended badly.

Some of your ex's fans accepted you, but most of them didn't. You received endless hate, cruel comments, and even threats just because you were dating their “man”.

It went on for three years.

You tried your best to ignore it, but eventually it became too much. Choosing your own peace, you ended the relationship.

You chose yourself.

Jude knew all of it.

He knew everything you had gone through, which was why he never rushed you.

It had taken him an entire year to convince you to go on your first date with him, and even longer before you finally said yes to being his girlfriend.

He had been patient through every step.

And even now, he respected your decision to keep your relationship private.

Until you were ready.

“Uhm— no one!”

The make-up artist, Celine, just stared at you suspiciously but didn’t push you further.

The camera starts rolling as you sit comfortablyon a couch in the middle of the studio, a coffee table in front of you. Behind you, a large glasswindow looks out over the city skyline.

"Hi, Vogue! I'm Y/N L/N, and today I'm going toshow you what's in my bag."

You reach down and pick up the bag sittingbeside you, placing it on your lap.

"So, this is my Birkin 35," you say, holding up the taupe-gray bag for the camera. "This is basically my work bag and my everyday bag. I feel like you've probably seen me carrying it a million times.

You smile.

"I'm not really someone who changes bags very often, especially my work bag. There's just way too much stuff in here, and I honestly can't bebothered moving everything into a different bag."

With a small laugh, you undo the straps that was barely holding the bag close and slowly open the bag, tilting it toward the camera to reveal how full it is.

"As you can see... it's packed."

You shake your head, laughing at yourself.

"I hope Jane Birkin would be proud of me."

Picking up the first item, you hold up a small black leather notebook.

"So, first up is my work journal. It's nothing too exciting, honestly. It's mostly filled with myschedule, meeting notes, random phone numbers, and things I need to remember."

You laugh.

"It was actually supposed to be a journal. I really did try, okay? But I just couldn't stick with it. Writing down my feelings doesn't really work for me. I prefer talking things out."

Setting the notebook aside, you pull out your iPad.

"Next is my iPad. I bring this with me almost every day because I use it for work, too. But wheneverI'm in the car, stuck in traffic, or on a flight, I use it to watch my favorite shows and movies."

You smile at the camera.

"My current obsession is House of the Dragon. If you haven't watched it yet, you definitely should. I love it."

"Next, I have this little makeup bag. It's just for touch-ups."

You hold up a small baby pink makeup pouchbefore unzipping it.

"First is my YSL Butter Balm. This is my favorite balm ever. I use it every day, everywhere, all the time."

One by one, you take out the rest of yourmakeup.

"I've got a Rhode blush, a lip liner, a few makeup brushes, my eyelash curler, lip gloss, powder, and a little hairbrush. Just the basics."

You put everything back into the pouch and tossit into your bag.

"Moving on!"

You glance inside your bag before laughing.

"Okay... please don't judge me for this, but I have a ridiculous collection of AirPods."

You open your hand, and the camera zooms in.

There are five AirPods cases resting on your palm.

A few members of the crew let out surprisedlaughs, their expressions matching the camera operator's disbelief.

Four of the cases are covered in stickers andsparkling gems, while one is completely plain.

"I own four of these," you say confidently, not even bothering to count them. "I use them all the time, and the extras are just backups. If one dies, I can grab another one. I honestly can't livewithout music."

"...There's five."

Someone behind the camera speaks up, making you stop mid-sentence.

Five?

You frown and look down at your hand.

Sure enough... there are five.

A confused look crosses your face as you count them again.

"Wait..."

Then your eyes land on the plain case.

From a distance, it looks completely ordinary. But up close, there's a tiny sticker on the front with two small letters.

J.B.

Jude's initials.

For a second, you simply stare at it.

You knew exactly whose it was.

You were the one who had stuck those tiny letters onto the case so Jude would know which pair was his.

Oh, no.

A hundred thoughts ran through your mind at once.

Did he accidentally leave it in my bag? You couldn't remember seeing it this morning.

He couldn't have put it there on purpose. Jude used his AirPods all the time—there was no way he'd willingly leave them behind.

The problem wasn't really much about how many AirPods there are on your bag.

The problem was that everyone watching would wonder why your bag had someone else's AirPods in it.

Because no one knew they belonged to your boyfriend.

Not yet.

You quickly turned the case over in your hand, hiding the tiny "J.B." sticker with your thumb.

"Oh!" you said with a nervous laugh. "I think these are my manager's. They must've left them in my bag."

The studio went strangely quiet.

A few crew members exchanged quick glances before looking back at you.

"...Right," someone replied.

A couple of people nodded, pretending to believe the explanation.

You smiled back, hoping it looked convincing.

Judging by the silence in the room...

It definitely wasn't.

You keep the bag raid going, pulling things outone by one, hoping it distracts everyone from thealmost-slip about your relationship just a few moments ago.

It was an accident.

Jude had just left it in your bag.

That's what you keep telling yourself, even as a tiny bit of doubt starts to creep in.

You get a little too caught up in showingeverything inside, reaching in without thinking. Then your fingers wrap around somethingfamiliar.

A bracelet.

Not just any bracelet—a very obvious men's bracelet.

One that belongs to none other than your boyfriend.

"And a bracelet!" you say with a bright smile, holding it up for the camera like it's just another random thing in your bag. You let out a small laugh, trying your best to hide the nervousness slowly settling in as you realize exactly whose bracelet you're holding.

By the time you reached the very bottom of your bag, you thought the bracelet would be the last surprise.

You were wrong.

Your hand brushed against something flat, and when you pulled it out just enough to see the white border, your heart nearly stopped.

A Polaroid.

It was the photo of you and Jude from your trip to Greece.

The two of you stood overlooking the sea, you smiling brightly at the camera while he looked down at you instead, his eyes full of nothing but love.

It was Jude's favorite photo of the two of you.

For a second, you considered pretending it wasn't there. It wasn't like anyone knew there was still something left in your bag.

Unfortunately, everyone noticed the way your expression changed.

"What is it?"

"Uh..." You slowly pulled the photo out, letting out a quiet sigh. "It's a Polaroid."

"It's me and... a special someone."

You held it up for the camera, carefully covering the face beside you with your thumb.

The room immediately filled with gasps.

"This is definitely not how I planned on revealing that."

You weren't ready to tell the world about your relationship.

Especially not like this.

By the time filming wrapped, everyone was packing up for the day. Crew members chatted excitedly as they cleared the set while you gathered your things, ready to head home.

"Oh my God!" one of the staff members exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "I had no idea you were already taken!"

You laughed sheepishly.

"I was waiting for the right time."

It had become your answer for everything today.

"Well, it's about time!"

Another crew member smiled before adding, "Now we're all wondering who this special guy is. You covered his face."

At least you had remembered to do that.

On the drive home, your manager glanced over at you with a reassuring smile.

"Look on the bright side. Nobody knows who it is yet."

"Yeah," you sighed, leaning back against the seat. "Thankfully."

A beat of silence passed before you groaned.

"I still don't understand how all of his stuff ended up in my bag."

You shook your head, replaying the whole day.

"I don't even remember putting that Polaroid in there. It was supposed to be stuck to our fridge with the magnet."

Your manager stayed quiet for a moment before finally speaking.

"I think you need to ask Jude about that."

You paused.

She was right.

There was only one person who could explain how his AirPods and bracelet—and somehow his favorite Polaroid—had ended up in your bag.

Jude himself.

“I still can’t believe you used me to cover up that AirPods,” your manager laughed which only earn her an embarrassing groan.

when your genius hunk of a man had suggested a remedy to combat the heat, you weren't expecting to be laid flat across the futon stripped down to your panties.

"i don't see how this is— nn... kisuke!" you whined in protest, rudely interrupted by the flat of his tongue gliding from the ridge of your collarbone n' up the column of your neck.

he'd been doing this for what felt like hours, kissing and laving his tongue across your soft body. the air hit coolly in the wake of the wet muscle. it was semi-effective to say the least.

kisuke huffed a breathy chuckle against the junction where your ear met the curve of your jaw, palms encasing your jittering hips, "don't think about it too much, okay, sweets?" as the wet muscle responsible for your dishevelment traced down the lining of your trapezius, dragging an involuntary shiver from your frame.

you could feel the way his stubble scratched in tandem with his tongue, sucking in a breath as he mouthed down to the curve of your breast.

he lingered. leered up at you before running the pink muscle arooound the supple flesh, not quite grazing the pink of your nipple yet.

it made your head spin.

one of his hands left your hip, dragging the calloused palm up until his fingers cupped the spilling mound of your other boob. only then did he take your pebbled peak into his warm mouth, tonguing at the tip, circling it, flattening the muscle against it, pulling the sweetest of gasps from you.

with an embarrassingly loud pop, he let go. the breeze gusting through the open window was cold against your damp tit, goosebumps rising across the valley of your saliva-sticky skin.

urahara merely watched, cheek pressed to your currently unlicked boob, his finger circling the nipple of it absentmindedly as if it were a fidget-toy.

"see? beats the heat nice n' easy."

you would have clubbed him over the head, wiped that smug, almost drunk little smirk off his face if you weren't somehow falling apart at the bare minimum of touches. "whatever."

the man lounging against you could only hum dreamily, hand moving from the breast it occupied itself with to instead replace it with his mouth. that hand moved back down to your hip, baton-passing to the other hand that now toyed with your spit-slick globe.

your back arched further into his busy mouth, nails clawing at the blankets by your head.

god, were you really going to crumble from some run of the mill titty sucking?

the answer was yes, regrettably.

he pushed both of your tits together, flashing you a mean grin before taking both nipples in. he kissed, nipped, sucked the pinky buds until they were many shades redder than they had started.

every time his teeth tugged at both bundles of nerves, you felt electricity shoot straight to your clit. it had you practically keening.

kisuke was in love with the way you were on the precipice of ruin, "you'll cum from this, won't you?"

"g—god, shut uuup."

you didn't want to admit it to him, but you were. you could feel your untouched hole leaking, fluttering around nothing every time his lips moved just right. the build up was lighter, and yet just as promising.

and then your hips bucked up, a long, drawn-out whine choking up from the back of your throat filtering through the room as your orgasm crashed into you suddenly.

it took you wholly by surprise, an awkward warmth spilling from your crying pussy that only served to feed into your scientist's ego.

"that's what i thought," that smirk you wanted to wipe clean off his face again. you didn't even want to think about it, head falling back against the futon with arms blocking your peripherals.

"…whatever."

at least you weren't dying from the blazing heat anymore.

it's actually winter here, but i thought it was fitting

sorry if it gets repetitive!! its 2am and im half asleep

jude bellingham x yn! hamilton | request — here | masterlist

"i'm your national anthem, god, you're so handsome" in which lewis hamilton's sister catches the eye of a certain footballer....

note — (manips by me!!) i love this pairing so dearly <3 maybe messy timeline but it's fine !! likes, reblog's and comments are really appreciated ❤

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cbssports Bellingham is looking to change the topic....👀

The Real Madrid Jude Bellingham star joined the CBS Sports team of Kate Abdo, Jamie Carragher, Micah Richards and Alex Scott to cast his eye over their Team of the Year selections.

Jamie Carragher: "Who is the most famous person on your contact list you could FaceTime right now?"

Jude Bellingham: "Can’t tell you that Jamie (laughs)."

Micah Richards: "Oh, but I know a certain someone who you'd like to be in your contacts."

Jude Bellingham: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Jamie Carragher: "I want to know!"

Jude Bellingham: "No, no. We can move on now!"

The banter between Bellingham and Carragher continued while the rest selected Team of the Years.

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ㅤㅤ𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤa kiss in parc fermé breaks the internet.

͏𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ jude bellingham 𖬺 f1 driver!reader ͏ ͏͏ ᡴꪫ ͏ ͏͏ 755w ͏ ͏͏ 𝒇luff ͏ ͏͏ + ͏ ͏͏ cw. writing and smau ͏ ͏͏ established relationship ͏ ͏͏ ⸻ ͏ ͏͏ fc: chase infinity.

FORMULA 1 GRAND PRIX WEREN'T EXACTLY JUDE BELLINGHAM’S SCENE.

He preferred a green football pitch with a ball rolling freely while the crowd cheered euphorically. That was his home, his natural habitat. However, the roar of engines, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey, and the sound of tyres screeching on the track weren't so bad after all. It was a new experience that deeply intrigued him. There was a certain inexplicable magic in seeing those cars go over 300 km/h and, as many people said, 'go around in circles'.

It was fun to watch, even though Bellingham didn’t quite understand how the DRS worked or what the new active aerodynamics technology implemented in the regulations was all about. But Jude was trying to learn. He knew the basics of the scoring system and the colours of the flags. He even knew that a C1 tyre with a white stripe was a hard tyre with less grip, though he had no idea when it would be used. He had picked up these details from conversations with none other than his girlfriend ⸻ you, Mercedes' second seat driver.

The sparkle in your eyes whenever you talked about your sport was always a source of satisfaction for the soccer player.

You were amazing. Absolutely amazing.

The first woman in 50 years to be a driver on the grid and to score points in races.

Simply being on the grid was revolutionary in itself, but for Jude, it was not just your excellence and the various records you had broken as a driver that drew him to you. He admired much more than just your talent.

There was something mesmerising about you.

Your smile. The way your voice was soft, yet firm when necessary. Your piercing gaze. Beyond your appearance, he saw a glimpse of the personality you displayed in front of the cameras... He’d spend hours watching you on Grill the Grid ⸻ even though that only represented 10% of your true personality.

And he would be eternally grateful to George Russell for introducing you at the 2025 Spanish Grand Prix in Barcelona.

ㅤㅤ𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤyou're way out of jude's league, according to the public. ͏

𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ jude bellingham 𖬺 singer!reader ͏ ͏͏ ᡴꪫ ͏ ͏͏ smau ͏ ͏͏ 𝒇luff ͏ ͏͏ + ͏ ͏͏ cw. established relationship ͏ ͏͏ implicit time skip ͏ ͏͏ requested ͏ ͏͏ ⸻ ͏ ͏͏ fc: lame cobain.

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yourusernameㅤ an unforgettable night ✨️✨️ thank you, london, i hope we see each other again soon 💋

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username1ㅤ i think it's ridiculous how people keep posting that they were at the concert

⤷ username2ㅤ why???

⤷ username1ㅤ i wasn't there

theestallionㅤ 🔥🔥🔥ㅤ𖹭 by author

⤷ username3ㅤ omg i NEED another feat

⤷ username4ㅤ SO REAL!! i still haven't gotten over roc steady

username5ㅤ she was simply ethereal ✨️✨️

username6ㅤ the feeling of seeing this woman on stage is surreal

username7ㅤ MY QUEEN 👑🐾

username8ㅤ i wish i were jude bellingham

⤷ username9ㅤ as if he could handle this woman 🙄🙄

⤷ username10ㅤ girl what are you talking about???

⤷ username11ㅤ at the beginning of yn's unholy hours era, people started speculating about who the songs on the album were about, then a girl on twitter made a huge thread comparing the lyrics to jude bellingham. but they were never seen together, even though they were spotted in the same place before

⤷ username10ㅤ but didn't jude already mention in an interview a few months ago that he was dating someone???

⤷ username11ㅤ yes!! but he never said who it was, and the photos never show his girlfriend's face, so people speculate that it is indeed yn

⤷ username10ㅤ you really need to touch some grass......

username12ㅤ the biggest fomo of my life

username13ㅤ the end of an era 😔

⤷ username14ㅤ i can't believe her tour is over 💔💔

⤷ username15ㅤ i hope that the end of this era represents the beginning of another, more iconic one

⤷ username14ㅤ we're talking about yn!! of course she'll always be iconic

agedup!neteyam x fem!reader, w.c.: dk :p, a.n. could make this a series if it gets a good response, masterlist

neteyam loved when you ordered around people liked you owned them. technically, it was the wrong thing to do, but eywa, you looked so hot berating people. eyes narrowed, your mouth spitting fire before one could blink, and all straight facts.

you carried yourself with pride, because you knew you were right. and that is why others listened to you. because they knew, your behaviour might be rude but the intention was always good.

that didn't make you any less scary though.

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home in you

jobe bellingham x reader

when denise starts worrying that jobe has become distant while living in germany, she asks jude to check on him. expecting to find an overworked footballer, jude instead walks in on an awkward surprise before finally meeting the girl who’s completely changed jobe’s life.

taglist (tw) : jobe bellingham x fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, family fluff, protective brother!jude, ashlyn castro, denise bellingham, implied sex

a.n: starting a f1 series so requests will be closed for now. if you request something now, it’ll be done after a while 😓😓

jude had always thought jobe was the easiest one to worry about.

out of the two of them, jobe had always been the quiet one. the one who never made a fuss, never caused trouble, never needed anyone hovering over him. growing up, he was the kid who would disappear into his room for hours, only emerging when dinner was ready or someone called his name. if something upset him, he kept it to himself. if something made him happy, he’d smile to himself before telling anyone else. he had always carried his emotions like fragile glass.

everyone had assumed that meant he was fine because jobe had always seemed so capable. so mature. so independent.

he was the type of person who insisted he could carry all the shopping bags himself. who’d say, “i’ve got it,” before anyone even offered to help. the type who checked everyone else was okay before even considering how he was feeling.

if anyone could survive living abroad on his own, it was jobe. or at least that’s what jude had always believed. apparently, denise wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“he barely calls,” denise sighed over the phone one evening.

jude leaned back against the sofa, his phone balanced between his shoulder and ear while absentmindedly flicking through channels on the television.

“when he does call, he’s distracted. he sounds tired. i ask him what he’s been doing and all i get is, ‘i’ve just been busy, mum.’”

“mum…” jude chuckled softly. “he’s twenty.”

“i know he’s twenty but he’s still my baby.”

jude smiled despite himself. that sentence had never changed. not when jude moved away. not when he signed his first professional contract. not when either of them became adults. to denise, they’d always be her boys.

he glanced across the living room where ashlyn was curled up in the corner of the sofa, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.

she looked up when she noticed him smiling. “what?”

he mouthed, “my mum.” ashlyn smiled knowingly.

“what do you want me to do?” jude asked into the phone.

“go and see him.”

“…seriously?”

“please.” denise pleaded. “i don’t know why, jude. i just have this feeling.”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “okay.”

“promise?”

“…i promise.”

—

which was exactly how, on his only free day that week, jude found himself standing outside jobe’s apartment building in germany with ashlyn beside him.

she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket as they looked up at the building. “your mum’s convinced he’s joined a cult, isn’t she?”

jude laughed. “honestly, i think she’d believe that before she’d believe he’s got a girlfriend.”

ashlyn snorted. “fair.”

they made their way upstairs, jude pulling the spare key from his pocket. their mum had insisted he keep it months ago.

“just in case.”

at the time, he’d rolled his eyes. now, he was quietly grateful she’d been stubborn.

the apartment was still. peaceful. the sort of silence that only existed in homes people genuinely enjoyed being in.

jude stepped inside first. “jobe?”

no answer. he frowned.

then he heard voices, soft and muffled coming from somewhere further down the hallway. he froze instantly. ashlyn nearly walked into his back. “what?”

jude slowly lifted one finger to his lips.

she frowned as he tilted his head ever so slightly towards the hallway. the voices became clearer.

not words. moans.

and then “…oh.” the realisation hit ashlyn all at once. her eyes widened so much they were almost cartoonish. “…oh.”

jude immediately turned around.“absolutely not.”

without another word, he ushered ashlyn straight back towards the front door. they closed it as quietly as they possibly could before practically speed-walking down the corridor outside.

they made it all the way to the lift before ashlyn completely lost it. she burst into laughter, the kind that made tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

“don’t.” jude pointed at her accusingly “don’t even start.”

“he’s never recovering from this.”

“i know.”

“you look traumatised.”

“because i am traumatised.”

she laughed even harder. “jude…”

“that’s my little brother.”

“he’s twenty.”

“i know he’s twenty.”

“then why do you look like you’ve just witnessed a crime?”

he pinched the bridge of his nose. “because in my head he’s still fourteen.”

“well…” she wiped beneath her eyes. “he definitely isn’t fourteen.”

jude groaned. “please stop talking about it.”

“coffee?”

“…please.”

—

they ended up spending almost an hour at a café around the corner.

or rather…

ashlyn spent an hour relentlessly teasing him while jude tried very hard to erase the last thirty seconds of his memory.

by the time they’d finished their drinks, he decided enough time had passed.

hopefully.

when they got back upstairs, he made a point of knocking loudly against the open doorway before unlocking it.

“hello?”

footsteps echoed almost immediately.

“jude?”

jobe rounded the corner, stopping so suddenly he nearly stumbled over his own feet. he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, put in a rush most likely as they were the wrong way, and halfway through wearing a black tee.

his eyes widened. “…what are you doing here?”

“checking you haven’t joined a cult.”

“…what?”

“long story.”

before jobe could even begin questioning him, another figure appeared behind him.

you paused beside him almost instinctively. you wore a black top (most likely jobes because it was massive) and checkered pyjama pants. you had a small limp as you walked, barely noticeable but short was the first thing jude noticed. you also looked beautiful in a soft way. you smiled shyly as you looked between the two brothers before extending a hand.

“hi… i’m y/n.”

before you even finished introducing yourself , jobe slipped yourfingers into his. he squeezed your hand automatically like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“it’s really nice to meet you both.” you spoke gently, smiling wider as you saw ashlyn.

you apologised for the apartment being a little messy, thanked them for making the trip over, and immediately asked if they’d like tea or coffee before anyone had even sat down.

and within five minutes, jude already understood why jobe sounded different these days.

there were framed photographs of the two of them decorated the shelves. one from christmas. one taken at the beach. another where you and jobe were laughing so hard the photo had blurred. a half-finished puzzle sat abandoned on the coffee table and two mugs rested beside it. a blanket had been bundled up in one corner of the sofa. there were tiny signs of both of you everywhere.

while y/n disappeared into the kitchen with ashlyn, talking about their lives, as she filled the kettle, jude finally looked at his brother. “mum’s worried sick.”

jobe sighed dramatically, dropping his head back against the sofa. “of course she is.”

“she thinks you’re shutting everyone out.”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “…i’m not.”

“then why haven’t you called?”

jobe stayed quiet for a moment. his eyes drifted towards the kitchen. towards you . “…because i’ve been happy.” his voice got quieter before saying. “i thought being independent meant doing everything alone.” he smiled to himself.“then she came along.” he laughed softly through his nose.“and suddenly i realised life didn’t actually have to feel that hard.”

~~

♡ ⸝⸝ disobeying levi's orders comes with a price ... cw: nsfw

would it be completely wrong to say you went too far today? no, not necessarily, but...it was much more complicated than that. blatantly ignoring captain levi's instructions and defending it wasn't something that you did off the whim. you firmly believed you had made the right call. so, now you were to pay for it.

the moment you sank down on levi's cock, it was over. he had won, without either of you realizing yet. the delicious way he split you open was enough for you to sob an apology in his shoulder. but, as stubborn as you were, you kept your composure—well, as much as you could given the fact he was nested inside of you.

"that shut you up quickly, huh?" he murmured softly. you glared at him and placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly lifting your hips. you whined as his cock slipped outside of your aching cunt before slamming back down. the groan you let out when your hips connected once more was embarrassing to say the least. he let out a low groan himself with a small “fuck.” your walls fluttered around him and you buried your face in his neck.

“hey, don’t hide from me.” you lifted your head at this. his hands found your hips and he guided you up and down his shaft. it felt like with each stroke, he reached deeper and deeper inside. with a broken moan, you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. his tip kissed your cervix every time he bottomed out. you shuddered, gummy walls hugging him tightly.

“it’s too much,” you cried out. your legs trembled, struggling to lift your hips once more.

“c’mon. keep going. where’s all that attitude from earlier?” he replied, grey eyes narrowing at you. you glared back, but started up again. you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered shut as you bounced up and down in his cock. or the way he twitched each time your velvet walls squeezed around him like your life depended on it. the bastard liked it, liked punishing you for ignoring direct orders. part of you wondered if he gave you such shitty instructions on purpose to have you like this.

“i don’t have an attitude,” you retorted. you frowned and opened your mouth to say something else, but his palm landed on your ass with a light smack!

“you’ve argued enough with me today, don’t you agree?” he snapped his hips up and shamelessly watched as your tits bounced. you whined in response and it took everything in you not to hide your face in his neck again. every drag of his cock caused pleasure to build up in your stomach.

“no,” you choked out. “not enough.”

levi raised an eyebrow. “this isn’t enough for you?” he asked, misunderstanding you on purpose. he leaned back against the headboard, and grabbed your hips, picked up the pace. levi was too impatient to watch you ride him slowly to the edge of overstimulation. no, he needed to feel you coming around him, now. each thrust came with his tip brushing against your sweet spot. the moans you let out only egged him on more.

“levi, please,” you begged. you had no idea what you were asking him, all you could think about was how close you were. your eyes searched his desperately. he stared back, cock still disappearing in and out of your aching cunt. mind blank, you threw your head back and moaned. you were right there, pleasure on the edge of tilling over, when he stilled his hips abruptly.

you gaped at him. his hands found the plush of your hips grinding you against his pelvis slowly. your cunt fluttered around him, cock pulsating against your walls.

“you’re not coming until i get my apology.” his voice broke through the haziness. before you could stop yourself, you mumbled a small “sorry” underneath your breath. he clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“you can do better than that, i know you can,” he taunted with a smirk. he leaned in and his lips found your neck. he sucked the skin gently and chuckled against your skin. you pulled away with a frustrated sigh.

“i’m sorry…” you muttered. levi moved his hips slightly and there it was. that fire, that pleasure you were chasing, ignited once again. you wanted to taste it, you had to. even if it meant bending to his will, slightly.

you clenched around him and frowned as he let out a low groan. “i’m very sorry for disobeying your orders…but.” levi stopped his hips.

“i was also trained to make the best decision for the given situation, captain, so i believe i was just performing my duty.”

his jaw clenched again, except this time, he relaxed right after. he scoffed and brought your hand to his chest. his heart was racing. he watching you carefully as a confused expression crossed your face.

“are you prepared to defend that before your superiors?” he looked slightly amused.

without a word, you lifted your hips up and down, fucking yourself dumb on his cock again. this time, he didn’t stop you, he just muttered curses under his breath. heat pooled in your stomach once more as your walls clenched around him, sucking levi deep inside of you.

it only took a few more thrusts for a wave of pleasure to crash over you. levi followed you soon thereafter, ropes of his seed spilling into you. he pulled out, sensitive cock still twitching.

“shit,” he exhaled.

you collapsed in his chest with a grin. you tapped his neck and whispered into his skin.

“the answer is yes, captain.”