#real madrid

jude had always left his phone unattended and you would have to shut it off for him. this time he left it on the kitchen table while he was getting ready to go for a game, you were mid yelling his name to get his phone but you stopped before you could finish.

you saw his team group chat going crazy and you had to take a look. as you looked and scrolled you saw mentions of taking viagra for a joke because of the altitude.

you laugh to yourself quietly as jude comes up behind you, “you said my name love?”

you slightly jump, turning his phone face-down, “oh, yeah, your phone.”

he gave you a quick kiss, “thanks baby.”

you grin to yourself, knowing what you’re about to say to him, “you feeling okay?”

“yeah, why?” you furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing his phone.

“even after the viagra?” you hold in your laugh, “or did you not take that yet?”

jude gave you a “really?” look as he rolled his eyes, chuckling softly, “okay y/n, enough.”

“you sure you’ll be able to play tonight baby?” you say, finally letting out a loud laugh.

“i’ll be fine, y/n, were you going through my phone?” he says, scrolling through messages.

you nod no, “why? are you all planning to take it at the same time?”

“y/n.” he says, glaring at you.

“maybe you shouldn’t jude, your size might cause an offside while you’re playing.” you wink, brushing your fingers across his lap.

he twitched, backing away, “shut up.”

“maybe i should help you out!” you say loudly while laughing because he’s walking away.

“just start the car!” he huffs from your shared bedroom.

“you sure you still want to go? they might not let you play with a third leg!” you bite your lip, holding in your laugh once again.

he didn’t respond, “it’s okay to have three legs, don’t be ashamed jude!” you say, finally grabbing the keys and walking away towards the car.

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A half-empty mug of coffee sat beside yours, still faintly steaming, while Jude’s was already drained except for the faint ring at the bottom. The blanket you’d pulled over your legs sometime after breakfast had slipped halfway to the floor, one corner pooling near his bare feet. Denise had left earlier for her yoga class; you’d caught her in the kitchen making coffee and the two of you had chatted softly about nothing important while Jude was still half-asleep upstairs. Now the place felt gently emptied out, just the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen and the occasional distant sound of traffic filtering up from the street below.

You were curled into the corner of the big sectional sofa, legs tucked under you, still in the soft Alo workout set you’d thrown on after your early Pilates class. The fabric was comfortable, slightly sweat-damp from the session, and it smelled faintly of the lavender detergent you used at your own place. Jude lounged at the other end, barefoot in white joggers that rode low on his hips and an oversized black T-shirt that had seen better days. He had one arm stretched along the back of the sofa, the other holding the remote loosely as he scrolled through YouTube with the casual indifference of someone who wasn’t really looking for anything specific.

A football skills compilation started playing, some kid in Brazil doing ridiculous step-overs, and Jude let out a soft huff of amusement, tilting his head. “Look at that touch,” he murmured, more to himself than you, though his gaze flicked your way for half a second. His fingers tapped idly against the cushion near your shoulder, a small unconscious rhythm. You kept scrolling through your phone, smiling faintly at a friend’s story, the comfortable silence stretching between you like it always did on these mornings. No need to fill it.

After a few minutes the video switched to a chaotic British cooking clip, someone attempting to make Sunday roast in what looked like a student kitchen. Jude laughed under his breath, the sound low and easy, and shifted his weight so his leg stretched out, his bare foot nudging gently against your ankle. “You seeing this? Bloke’s about to burn the whole flat down. Reminds me of that time I tried cooking for the lads last year. Disaster.”

You glanced up, lowering your phone a fraction. “You mean the time you set off the smoke alarm making toast?”

“It was fancy toast tho,” he corrected, grinning. His foot stayed resting against yours, warm skin against skin, a casual point of contact that neither of you acknowledged. He reached over without looking away from the screen and stole your phone for a second, tilting it to see what you’d been looking at. “Instagram again? You’re ignoring my superior entertainment over here.”

You snatched it back with a quiet laugh, bumping his knee with yours in retaliation. “Your superior entertainment is a man crying over lumpy gravy. I’m catching up on actual human lives.”

“Harsh,” he said, but his eyes crinkled with amusement. He stretched, the oversized shirt riding up slightly, then settled again, this time scooting a little closer under the pretense of adjusting the blanket. His hand landed lightly on your thigh, just above the knee, thumb brushing once in an absentminded circle before it stilled.

The YouTube algorithm wandered next to a funny animal video, then back to a quick highlight reel of his own goals from last season. Jude watched himself on the screen with a small, self-deprecating shake of his head. “Still can’t believe that one went in. Felt terrible off the boot.”

You set your phone down on the cushion between you, finally giving the screen more attention. The sunlight shifted, warming the side of his face and highlighting the details across his nose that only showed up in certain angle.

Minutes passed like that, easy, unhurried. He commented on the videos occasionally, voice relaxed and expressive, and you offered small replies or teasing jabs that made him chuckle. Jude's hand stayed on your leg, fingers occasionally tapping along to some internal beat only he could hear. At one point he nudged your foot again with his, hooking his ankle loosely behind yours for a moment before letting go, all without taking his eyes off the TV.

Eventually the videos looped into something quieter, a travel vlog through Spanish countryside. Jude’s thumb resumed its slow, unconscious sweep on your thigh. “We should do something like that one off-season,” he said softly. “Just drive somewhere. No schedule.”

You turned your head to look at him properly. He was already watching you instead of the screen, that playful spark still in his eyes but softened around the edges by the lazy morning. “Only if you promise not to turn it into a fitness bootcamp.”

He smiled, slow and genuine, the kind that showed how much he was enjoying his morning off.“No promises. But I’ll let you pick the playlist.” The teasing lilt in his voice lingered, and something in the way you held his gaze made the moment stretch.

You raised an eyebrow. “Let me? Generous of you.”

That earned a quiet laugh from him, warm and close. He leaned in just a fraction, as if to deliver another retort, but the words didn’t come. Instead the look held: comfortable, familiar, the kind built from nights spent side by side and mornings exactly like this. His smile softened further, you smiled back, raising your eyebrows in an attempt to mirror the question in your head: "what's wrong?".

His thumb continued its slow sweep on your thigh, the motion so habitual it seemed he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. The oversized black T-shirt had twisted slightly around his torso from all the shifting, and a faint line from the sofa cushion pressed into his cheek where he’d been leaning earlier.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said after a beat, voice low and a little rough from the quiet morning. The corner of his mouth quirked higher, like he could see the question behind your raised brows. “Just thinking you look comfortable. Proper relaxed. Suits you.” He gave your thigh a light, affectionate squeeze, the kind that said he liked having you here more than any grand statement could. His foot found yours again under the slipped blanket, toes brushing lazily against your ankle before hooking gently behind it, anchoring the contact.

You let out a soft breath of amusement, the kind that wasn’t quite a laugh but carried the same ease. “High praise from someone who just spent twenty minutes watching himself on YouTube.”

Jude chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating faintly where his arm still rested along the back of the sofa near your shoulders.

He didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned in a fraction more, drawn by the familiar rhythm of your teasing. The travel vlog played on, forgotten now, rolling hills and olive groves flickering across the screen while neither of you glanced at it. His free hand lifted from the remote, landing lightly on the cushion between you before his fingers found the edge of your workout top, tracing the seam near your hip in an absent, exploratory way. Not purposeful. Just the natural drift of touch when words felt secondary.

“Oi, I was scouting technique,” he murmured, eyes still on yours. The Brummie lilt thickened a touch with the lazy drawl of morning. “Important research. You should be impressed.” His thumb brushed higher on your thigh, then stilled as he tilted his head slightly, studying the way the sunlight caught in your hair. The space between your faces had narrowed without either of you deciding to close it, close enough now that you could feel the warmth of his breath, coffee and the faint mint from his toothpaste earlier.

One of his knees pressed against yours, solid and warm through the thin layers of clothing. His fingers at your hip slipped under the hem of your top by a centimeter, not seeking, just resting skin to skin in that unconscious way he did when the morning felt slow and safe.

Then you said something small, half a tease about his “research methods”, and Jude’s eyes crinkled with another quiet laugh. That laugh brought him the last inch. His lips brushed yours lightly at first, almost an extension of the shared smile, the kind of accidental contact that happens when two people are already leaning into the same small orbit. He exhaled softly against your mouth, the sound carrying a hint of surprise and delight, before pressing in again with more intention. The kiss stayed gentle, exploratory, his lips warm and slightly dry from the morning air. You felt him smile into it, the curve unmistakable, and when your noses bumped he pulled back just enough to let out a low, breathy chuckle that fanned across your cheek.

“Clumsy today,” he whispered, voice laced with amusement, but he didn’t move far. His hand slid from your thigh to your waist, palm broad and steady, fingers splaying naturally against the curve there as he drew you a little nearer. The other hand came up to cradle the side of your jaw, thumb tracing the line of your cheek in a slow sweep. He leaned back in, the rhythm unhurried, kisses that lingered and shifted, sometimes softer, sometimes a touch deeper, guided by the quiet give and take of breathing together. His fingers threaded lightly into the hair at the nape of your neck, not gripping, just holding with the same casual affection he showed in everything else.

You tasted the lingering coffee on him, felt the faint scratch of stubble against your skin when he tilted his head. Another soft laugh escaped him when your hand found the front of his oversized T-shirt, bunching the fabric slightly. He paused once, forehead resting against yours, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you up close, really looked, the kind of pause that said he was savoring the ordinary miracle of this exact moment.

Then Jude shifted, the sofa creaking faintly under his weight as he rearranged himself. He leaned back more fully into the corner of the sectional, stretching one long leg out along the cushions before patting his thigh in a clear, casual invitation. His gaze stayed on you, playful but soft, the corner of his mouth lifted in that familiar half-smile. “Come here,” he said quietly, voice low and easy, like it was the most natural suggestion in the world.

You hesitated, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes properly. “Really?”

He raised his eyebrows, nodding once with an amused little tilt of his head, as if to say yes, really. “What, you acting shy now?” The teasing lilt crept back into his tone, warm and familiar. “Not like it’s our first kiss or anything.”

Your gaze flicked briefly toward the direction of the front door, the quiet of the apartment suddenly feeling a little more fragile. Denise could walk back in from yoga at any minute. The thought made you pause, even as the warmth of his hand lingered at your waist. Jude seemed to read it on your face immediately. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, patting his thigh again, more insistently this time. “My mum likes you more than me anyway. She knows we sleep together—she’s not blind.” His fingers gave your side a gentle squeeze, reassuring and playful all at once. “She’s probably doing extra sun salutations just to give us time.”

The silence stretched for another beat, your hesitancy still written across your expression. Jude’s eyes softened further, the competitive edge melting into something gentler, more coaxing. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the back of his knuckles. “C’mon baby,” he murmured, the endearments slipping out naturally. “Come here.” He patted his thigh one more time, an open invitation, then added with a low, boyish laugh, “Let your boyfriend have some motivation this morning, yeah? Before I have to go get shouted at on the pitch.”

The words, delivered with that expressive, slightly cheeky grin, finally tipped the balance. You moved, and Jude helped guide you with easy hands on your hips, settling you astride his lap so your knees sank into the cushions on either side of him. The position brought you closer, chests brushing, his oversized T-shirt bunching between you. His hands settled naturally at your waist, thumbs tracing small circles through the soft fabric of your workout set, while he looked up at you with open affection. No rush. Just the same comfortable intimacy that had carried the whole morning, now wrapped a little tighter.

“See? Not bad at all,” he murmured, voice low and warm with that playful lilt, one eyebrow raised like he was proving a point. His hands gave your waist a gentle squeeze, more reassurance than anything else, before one slid slowly up your back, palm broad and steady against the fabric of your top. “Come here,” he added softly, the words almost under his breath as he tilted his chin up.

You leaned down and the kiss picked up where it had left off, slow at first, familiar. Jude smiled against your mouth the moment your lips met, the curve of it impossible to miss. His hand at your waist stayed put, thumb still moving in those absent circles, while the other drifted up to cradle the back of your neck, fingers threading lightly into your hair. The contact was constant but easy, like he simply preferred some part of him touching you at all times. When your noses bumped awkwardly he broke the kiss with a quiet laugh, forehead resting against yours for a second as he caught his breath.

“Seriously?” he teased, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Every time.” But he didn’t pull away. He just tilted his head the other direction and leaned back in, the kiss deepening a touch, unhurried. His fingers at the back of your neck rubbed gently, a soothing rhythm, while his other hand slipped lower to rest on your thigh, palm warm through your leggings. You could feel the faint rise and fall of his chest against yours, the steady beat of his heart.

He kept the little comments coming between breaths, nothing elaborate, just the natural flow of his thoughts. “Missed this,” he whispered against your lips at one point, the words slipping out like they were nothing and everything at once. When you smiled into the next kiss he let out another soft laugh, the sound vibrating between you, and paused again, forehead to forehead, eyes half-open as he studied your face up close. “You alright?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing along your jaw now, checking in the way he always did: casual, genuine, never making a big deal of it.

You nodded, and he smiled again—the make-out stayed lazy and affectionate, the kind that ebbed and flowed with the quiet morning rather than racing anywhere. His hand on your thigh gave a light squeeze when you shifted closer, then moved back to your waist, anchoring you gently.

Eventually the kisses slowed of their own accord, not because either of you wanted to stop, but because there was nowhere left to rush. They dissolved into smaller moments instead—his lips lingering once against the corner of yours, another absent kiss to your cheek, the bridge of your nose, your forehead. His breathing gradually evened beneath you, the lazy rhythm matching your own until the room fell quiet again.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

The travel vlog had wandered somewhere along the southern coast now, the narrator enthusiastically explaining a tiny seaside village neither of you had been paying attention to for the last ten minutes. Sunlight had crept further across the living room, warming the edge of the coffee table and catching the forgotten mugs still sitting where you'd left them after breakfast.

Jude's hand never really stopped moving.

It rested against the small of your back now, fingertips tracing slow, thoughtless patterns through the fabric of your top while the other remained comfortably around your waist. It wasn't an attempt to start anything again. It was simply what his hands seemed to do whenever you were close enough to reach.

You let your head settle against his shoulder, your cheek brushing the soft cotton of his T-shirt. From here you could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath it, slower now than it had been only moments before. His chin came to rest lightly against the top of your head.

For someone whose life was measured in fixture lists, departure gates and recovery schedules, Jude had always been unexpectedly good at doing absolutely nothing.

He never seemed to grow restless in moments like these. There was no instinct to reach for his phone, no urge to fill the silence simply because it existed. He was content to let the apartment breathe around the two of you, to let the television chatter unnoticed in the background, to trace absent patterns against your back without any destination in mind. It was one of the first things you'd learned about him, and somehow one of the things you cherished most.

author's note — no one is going to read this so wtv heheheh BALLBLR PLS ACCEPT ME. cozy makeout with jude >>>>>

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.

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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.

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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…”

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