SATIVA
summary: i’m ngl this is porn with plot LMAO
warnings: 18+, judes an eater, praise kink central
You were excited to see Jude.
It hadn’t even been that long since you’d seen him, but when you loved someone the way you loved Jude, every day apart felt like a week. He rarely made it out to the States during the season, and when he did, it was quick—just long enough for a dinner, maybe a night together, and then he was gone again. You loved how much he thrived in Madrid, but you hated that you couldn’t show him your side of things like he showed you his.
Fortunately for you—unfortunately for him—Real didn’t make it all the way this year. Knocked out of Champions League, no trophies to bring home. He wouldn’t say it, but you knew it crushed him. Still, it meant he had almost a month free before heading back to Europe for pre-season training. And you were going to make every day of it count.
You wore a red tight silk dress, strapless, soft against your skin and clinging to all the right places. You cooked for him, too—baked chicken, mac and cheese, greens, cornbread. Real soul food. Stuff he’d only ever seen online and begged you to make. You liked taking care of him like this, especially when it reminded him of what home could feel like, even far away from it.
But your final surprise? That was sitting on the coffee table.
A perfectly rolled blunt. Yours.
Jude had mentioned it a few times—joking about how he’d never smoked, not even in England. Between drug testing and being in the spotlight, he never took the risk. But here, in Chicago, off-season, tucked away in your apartment? It felt safe. And something about the idea of him being high for the first time around you made you curious.
You had music playing—smooth R&B in the background—and the scent of dinner filled the space when he finally knocked at your door.
You opened it before he could even knock again. “Hey, baby.”
He smiled, his boyish grin that still made your chest flutter. “My shaylaaa,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. He lifted you off the ground with ease, kissing the side of your face as your dress rode up. “You look... wow.”
You flushed a little, hiding your smile in his neck. “You hungry?”
“Starving.” He stepped in and froze the second he saw the table. “No way you made all this.”
“I told you I got you.”
He set his bag down, still taking it all in, then noticed the blunt.
He looked at you, half surprised, half impressed. “You serious?”
You nodded. “Only if you want to.”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Let’s do it.”
You watched Jude fumble with the blunt, his long fingers awkward as hell around it. He rotated it and inspected it, as if he was holding some kind of alien technology. “Jude why would you have me light this shit if you’re just gonna stare at it.” You said slightly getting irritated, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t smoking anymore cause you sure were. Jude mean mugged you as he took a deep drag, held it in like he was trying to prove something, then let out this sharp cough that caught you off guard.
“Oi, that burns,” he muttered, voice rough, eyes watering.
You smirked, handing him a glass of water. “God don’t like ugly.”
He rolled his eyes as took a slow sip, then blinked a few times, trying to focus. “I’m feelin’... a bit dizzy. Like my mouth’s on fire, but my head’s floaty?”
You laughed softly. “That’s to be expected honey, you clearly got yourself a little buzzed”
He slumped back on the couch, blinking like he was trying to process a million thoughts. “ Not really—this one hit is barely doing anything.”
You nudged him playfully. “You’re a big guy, Jude. Over six foot, what, 220? One hit ain’t finna get you rapper high.”
He groaned, sliding down further, hair tousled, cheeks flushed from the cough. “Feel like I’m on a boat. Sea’s moving, but no engines yet.”
You took the blunt from him and took a few puffs, already feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier. The familiar high creeping in on you, you took another puff once again and motioned for Jude to come closer. You kissed Jude, exhaling all the smoke from your mouth into his. You could tell he was surprised but it only got him higher. You didn’t even need the weed, your presence made him dizzy enough.
You laughed harder as you pulled away, he looked incredibly dazed. “You gonna be alright?”
He looked over at you, eyes glassy but mischievous. “I don’t know, babe. I think I wanna... I don’t know how to say this.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”
He cleared his throat, voice a little shaky, “I wanna eat you out. Like, really —’cause I feel like I need to focus on somethin’ other than this dizzy nonsense. You get me?”
You bit your lip, surprised but amused. “You’re all hot and bothered already? Thought that would’ve came later in the night…”
“Shut up,” he said, sitting up straighter, fingers twitching. “I swear, if I don’t get my hands on you, I might pass out. You look so good, I can’t think straight.”
You smiled, sliding closer. “Who knew weed turned you into an eater”
He chuckled, voice soft, “Am I not an “eater” any other time?”
You reached out, took his hand, and squeezed it gently. “I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this, you’re usually not this excited to eat it”
“Love what are you talking about, i’ve literally ripped the gym shorts off of you and ate you in my kit—“
You promptly stood up, tugging him with you toward the bedroom, the haze around him making every step feel a little surreal.
Once inside, he dropped his bags, eyes wide as he took in the sight of you—your dress clinging to your curves, the candlelight casting soft shadows.
“Fuck, y/n, you look—wow,” he whispered, voice cracking just a bit.
You chuckled, walking over slowly, hand trailing down his arm. “You said that already”
“I know,” he admitted, teeth clenching for a moment. “Every time I look at you I remember how much I wanna taste you.”
You laughed softly, the way he said it was so genuine it made your heart flutter.
“Alright,” you said, “but you gotta tell me if you need a break, yeah?”
He nodded eagerly, voice low and needy. “Promise.”
You sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him down with you. His breath hitched as your hands traced the line of his jaw.
“Tell me what you want,” you murmured.
He swallowed, eyes darkening, “I want to make you feel good. I wanna make you cum everyday i’m here.”
You smiled, heart speeding up. “Cmon.”
Your voice was soft but steady as you guided him down between your legs, the silk of your dress rising inch by inch until the back of it kissed your hips. Jude knelt on the floor, fingers pressing into the meat of your thighs like he needed to hold on to something real. His eyes moved slowly, drinking you in like he’d never seen anything so divine.
“You sure?” you asked, the teasing laced in your tone, but your heart still beat hard against your chest.
“I’m not stopping, y/n,” he said, gaze locked on yours. “Not until you’re shaking”
You blinked down at him, lips parting slightly. Something about the way he said it… that slow, quiet confidence… made your stomach twist. His hands ran up your thighs, slow and steady, thumbs brushing just beneath the hem of your underwear.
“Let me have it,” he whispered. “Been thinking about this all flight—he’ll even during my games Don’t make me beg.”
You laughed, just barely. “I thought this was the begging.”
“Not yet,” he murmured, voice low and rich, mouth moving close enough that you felt the heat of his breath through the fabric. “But I can & I will.”
Then he kissed over the cotton between your legs, like it was holy. Once. Twice. His lips moved deliberately, mouthing you slow through the softness, and your hips twitched before you even realized you were reacting. His eyes flicked up, watching the way your head tilted back slightly, mouth parting.
He smiled.
“Yeah,” he cooed, “just like that.”
His fingers curled around the waistband and you lifted your hips to help him, your panties sliding down your legs and tossed aside. Then came the pause — Jude just stared for a moment. Blinking. Lips parted. A breath caught in his throat.
“My lord,” he breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
Your legs shifted slightly, unsure what to do with all that attention, but his hands were quick to press your thighs apart again.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said softly. “Let me see you.” Then his tongue was on you. He started slow, so slow it nearly drove you insane. He was gentle at first, tentative — tasting, exploring. You could feel the way he adjusted, learning your reactions, taking his time like he had nowhere else to be. His tongue traced slow circles, then flattened against your clit, dragging up deliberately. Your hips bucked just slightly as he chuckled against you
“There she is,” he murmured, breath hot against your slick. “Y’like that?” “Mmhm,” you breathed, hand sinking into his curls. “That’s my pretty girl,” he praised, voice thick with hunger. “Give me more. Need all of it.”
Your thighs tried to close around his head, but he kept them spread, arms locked around them as he dove in deeper, tongue flicking in tighter patterns now, confident.
He moaned into you, low and guttural — and that almost sent you over. The vibrations rocked through your core and your hands gripped his hair tighter.
“Jude—shit—right there—don’t stop—” He groaned again like he loved the way you said his name. Then he pulled back just a little, letting his fingers glide into you, one at first, then two, slow and steady as his mouth came back to your clit. Your body arched up into him, eyes rolling back.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he grunted, kissing you messily. “You’re squeezing my fingers like youn want me to come out.”
You whimpered — it was all too much. His voice, his mouth, the pace he’d set.
“I could eat you for hours, y’know that?” he said, licking slow up your center again. “I could’ve done it the first night I met you.”
“You didn’t even know me back then—” you choked out, laughing breathlessly.
“I knew,” he said, voice hard now, tongue teasing your clit again. “I knew I wanted you like this. Mouth full of you. Hands holding you open. You makin’ those pretty sounds.”
Your legs started to tremble and he noticed immediately, never letting up, never losing rhythm.
“Yeah… you’re close, huh?” he said, lips glistening, tongue relentless. “Come on, y/n. Don’t hold back. Let me feel it.”
“Jude—fuck—I’m gonna—”
You fell apart then, hips jerking, a moan tearing from your throat so raw and loud it made the windows shake. Jude didn’t stop — not right away. He kept licking until your legs were twitching and you had to physically push his head back, breathless and dazed.
When he pulled away, his lips were swollen, chin slick with you, and the look in his eyes?
Starved.
You stared at him, chest heaving. “You okay?”
He nodded, crawling up toward you, hovering above. “Still hungry,” he admitted, smiling. He kissed your lips slow and deep.
“Still hungry? You’re insane” You said as your body still trembled faintly. You laid back on the bed, legs loose and splayed, your chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. Jude’s weight shifted beside you, but he didn’t say anything at first — just watched you like he didn’t quite believe what he’d just done. Or what you let him do.
You turned your head slowly, catching the awe in his expression.“You alright?” you asked, voice soft and hoarse, lips curling gently. He nodded, licking his lips absently, still tasting you. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I’m good… better than good. You?”
You chuckled a little, brushing sweat-damp hair off your forehead. “Amazing’.”
That made him laugh, the tension cracking a bit. You sighed, letting your fingers spread across his skin, your nails tracing lazy shapes near his collarbone. “You did good, Jude. Real good.”
He smiled at that — not cocky, but quietly proud. “Didn’t hurt, right?” he asked gently. “I wasn’t too rough?” You shook your head. “You are a good eater, I tell you this every time”
He leaned in to kiss your shoulder, then your neck — slow, lingering kisses that felt more like thank yous than anything else.
“Come up here,” you murmured, tugging lightly on his arm until he laid fully beside you, chests pressed together. His skin was still warm from the rush, muscles soft now, loose and pliant.
You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, your arm resting across his waist as his fingers drew slow circles on your back.
“You still high?” you asked quietly, your breath ghosting over his throat.
“A little,” he confessed, chuckling. “Everything feels... floaty. Warm. Like I’m wearing a blanket made out of you.”
You laughed into his skin. “That’s so corny.”
“You love it.”
You sighed into him, letting the comfort settle. “Yeah. I do.”
His hand found yours again under the sheets, fingers lacing together. “I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. “About wanting to make you cum every day I’m here.”
You hummed softly. “We’ll see if you keep that energy tomorrow.”
“Oh, I will,” he said, voice dropping just slightly again. “But right now… can I just hold you?”
You nodded into his chest as you drifted off to sleep.
