#jords

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crave

/kreɪv/

verb

feel a powerful desire for (something).

Looking at your reflection in the bright white Hollywood-style dressing table mirror of your walk-in wardrobe, you applied the last little bit of lipgloss over your plump lips, before glancing at down at your phone noting the time.

It was t-minus two minutes until your fiancé known by his teammates as ‘Hendo’ at both Liverpool and England, got home from a late evening training session. Before he had left the house earlier that day, you had got into a bit of an altercation over dirty laundry with him, causing him to say something he probably could have gone without. So in order to get him back, you decided instead of continuing the argument, you were going to have some fun with him by teasing him ever so slightly.

Hearing the front door of your lavish home unlock, you quickly tied the cords of your silky black Victoria’s Secret dressing gown and placed your feet in your matching sliders. Meeting you at the door frame of your bedroom was the near-six-foot midfielder, hair looking rather dishevelled as he ran his fingers through it, still as attractive as ever. “Alright.” he mumbled in his thick accent.

“Mhmm.” You nodded, tucking a hair of your own behind your ear. “How was training?” You asked confidently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Good yeah. You look nice, are you going out?” He crossed his arms.

“Nope. Just thought I’d make myself look half decent for the man I’m going to be marrying after he got home from a tiring day at work.” You bit your lip, eyeing his bulge in his tight tracksuit bottoms.

Standing up as he walked towards you, he licked his lips towering over you. “Oh.” He smirked. “So what’s underneath this then?” He began to try unraveling the fabric covering you. Snapping his hands away, you pursed your lips.

“Absolutely nothing.” You teased, walking away from him towards the en-suite. Tilting his head upwards, eyes closed, he breathed deeply. You knew he was turned on.

“I take it you’re still annoyed about earlier?” He turned to face you, as you rested your head against the doorframe, mimicking his initial position upon entering the room.

“And why would you think that?” You beamed, fingers trailing against your thighs.

“Because you’re doing that Y/N. To get revenge at me. You know what you do to me baby.” He was now the one biting his lower lip.

“No I’m not annoyed anymore Jords. It’s in the past. But I’m not doing anything I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He shook his head whilst kissing his teeth, letting out a groan. You began untying the silk, now standing there flashing him. He let out a small ‘fuck’ on exhale.

“What’s wrong daddy?” you smirked. He was now in front of you, unable to resist you. Scooping up the side of your face with his right hand, he went in for a kiss, but you stopped his lips with your finger. You shook your head, indicating that he wasn’t getting any action.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier, but you know I hate these little games of yours Y/N. You don’t know the things I want to do to you right now.” His chest now rising up and down from the heavy breathing.

“You’re forgiven.” You smiled, your hands now around his bulge feeling him growing. Before you knew it, he had turned your body and placed his arms above you, pinning you to the door beside you. “Doesn’t mean you aren’t getting punished and reprimanded for it though.”

He trailed your neck with soft kisses, his breath warm. “The only punishment and reprimanding that will be happening tonight is to you darling.” He moaned.

You wanted to kiss him right there and then, but decided to try and continue to poke fun at him. Feeling his grip on your wrists loosen, you pushed him slightly backwards. Removing the piece of clothing altogether, you nodded towards the glass door of the shower.

“Coming?” You winked at him nodding as he followed you inside. Warm water was now trickling down both bodies, as he towered over you again, softly feeling your opening.

“Stop Jords.” You told him gently. “I’m not done playing yet.” You could see him craving you so badly.

Bending down so that you were directly facing his erect member, you began feeling him throbbing in your hands.

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered.

Licking him from either side and tip, you took him inside your mouth as he grabbed your now wet hair, indicating for you to take all of him. After a few minutes, you stood up and wiped your lips, licking them before draining the water out of your hair and began to get out.

“Enjoy your shower babe.” You smiled once again with a rather smug look, knowing he hadn’t finished, longing to be inside you. Pulling you back by your hair and catching you, he flipped you so that you were now facing the tiled walled of the shower, water beginning to run down your body again. He grabbed your hands and put them behind your back, before getting your consent to inch inside you. Nodding, you gasped on his entrance.

You knew how good he always felt during sex but something about those initial few pumps never ceased to surprise you.

“Don’t ever tease me like that again gorgeous. You hear me?” He exclaimed, each thrust getting harder and deeper each time. It felt as though he had a needle and was injecting pleasure into your veins continuously, except you could feel it in all the right places.

“Then don’t annoy me daddy. You know not to test me.” You groaned. Something about hearing you say that was sending him over the edge.

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Y/N.” He announced. You were nearly at your climax too.

“Me too.” You pressed your face against the cold wall. With that, you both released at the same time, your legs shaking. Taking a minute to breathe, you stood up properly turning to face him.

He traced your lips with his finger and began kissing you, tongues exploring each other. Pulling apart, he rested his head against yours, eyes twitching with the water running between you both.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He grinned earning him a soft smile back.

“I can’t wait either Jords.”

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A/N: I would like to formally apologise for this terrible piece of writing, I honestly can’t write smut to save my life but I hope you enjoy it pretty 🧚🏻‍♀️