⋆˚꩜｡ synopsis : babysitting your two year old cousin is not for the weak. ꒰ wc .ᐟ 1.8k ꒱
⋆˚꩜｡ warnings : mentions of weed [ briefly ] , cussing , not proofread lol.
were you planning on pulling up to the chateau with one hand preoccupied with a my little pony duffle — full to the brim with assorted snacks, pacifiers, and diapers — while the other holds up your swaddled two year old cousin close to your chest? not at all. but, here you are.
here you are, trying to keep a fussy two year old from running into the long grass of the chateau’s front yard, feeling the wind already move your flyaways away from the hairstyle you’d chosen for the day, and getting minimally overwhelmed from the ferocity of the sun already pulling out sweat from every part of your body.
your kook aunt and uncle had rushed out the house at an abominably early time, shoving the little girl into your grasp and simply telling you, “take care of her, just for today, yeah? she’s easy; just don’t do anything dumb.” they left before you could even protest, or inform them that you were going out boating with your — as they label — ‘dirtbag marina rat pogue friends’. so, i mean, kind of on them that she’s getting dragged along with you and said friends.
you are not going to cancel on them just because of bella.
you huff as you knock, rather unelegantly, on the weathered door of the little fishing shack; bella’s been squirming in your arms ever since the morning, making every task just that bit more difficult. you readjust her form on your hip, pleading her to just sit still for a second until she can run around inside the house.
“bella, sweetie, please can you stop moving for a sec? i’ll give you one of those little cookies you like—”
“no! me want down, auntie! down!!”
“bellaaaaa, baby, please.”
you barely hear the footsteps on the other side of the wood of your boyfriend as he comes to your rescue. what you do hear is the creaking of the entrance opening, the sound of clothes ruffling as bella wriggles around, and jj’s warm cackles dying as his cerulean blue eyes land on the small girl.
“hi, jayj,” you sigh sharply, re-positioning her as you turn to face the mess of sun-damaged blonde hair and armless tank tops. you even notice the glint of his shark tooth necklace in the bright sunlight. his brows are creased slightly, confusion written across his face as he eyes your cousin. even from a foot away, you can smell his combination of weed, cheap cologne, and beer — part of your mind wonders if the intensity of it might get to bella.
maybe you should’ve messaged him, or any of the pogues, before hand. oh well.
you notice jj straighten gently, his eyes narrowing as he flickers his gaze from you to the girl, before he finally questions the sight in front of him: “uh … ‘sup? any major updates y’haven’t told us ‘bout or …?”
“she’s my cousin, jj. i haven’t had a kid in the past few years, don’t worry,” you console, smiling softly at his light panic as you move past him into the house — making sure to hand him the duffle. you hear his exaggerated sigh of relief, followed by the sound of his boots hitting wood as he moves behind you.
“good, ‘cuz i was already thinkin’ up escape plans. thank fu—”
you turn on your heels, facing him in a split second; the rapid movement catches your boyfriend completely off guard, eliciting a soft ‘woah,’ to escape past his lips and his hands to shoot up in surrender. you stick out a warning finger, a level of severity written across your features. “aye. three year old, jay. my aunt might actually skin me alive if bella starts cussing before she can properly say her own name.”
“yeah i know, i know. was gonna say fudge, before you cut me off, for your information. gotta start havin’ more faith in me, princess,” he chuckles, quirking his head to the side as he steps closer to you and slides a large hand across your hip — ever trying to invade your personal space.
“she isn’t gonna be too much of an issue, right? i know we were planning on going out with the hms, and i still think we can. just y’know; bit of extra chaos,” you ramble, twisting slowly and waltzing into the living room with bella attached to one hip, and jj attached on the other.
“chaos? yeah well lucky f’you, chaos is my middle name. ‘n’ she looks like the cutest lil’ bunch of chaos in all of t’obx, ain'tcha pretty lady?” he drawls, his attention getting dragged onto the girl now flushing a violent pink in your arms. “babe, can i hold her?”
you can’t be blamed for being slightly taken aback, but you’ll take any excuse to hand your wriggly cousin over for someone else to deal with. bella seems very happy with the arrangement, given her stubby little arms stretch out for jj to hold her. “not how i expected you to be, but yeah. careful, she’ll try to squirm her way onto the floor to run around like a headless chicken.”
safe to say everyone was enamoured by your cousin.
bella asked kie to braid her hair, and kiara was more than happy to oblige; she even put these little star clips that made your cousin run around excitedly to show the rest of the lot. pope was her next victim: she asked him about anything and everything, seemingly wrapped up in the detail of his answers to the point she muttered ‘woah’s under her breath — pope was flattered to the highest degree possible. quickly after, she played tag with john b and sarah, screaming wildly with joy as the pair chased her around the chateau’s front yard. and just about when everyone was ready to step into the boat, she pleaded for jj to let her sit in his lap, and when she did, she was beaming, blushing and giggling manically the entire time; your boyfriend teased you about how he’s quote “stolen the heart of another girl,” the entire time.
yogurt, carrot sticks, juice boxes were packed— jj’s kind of juice boxes too, giving he’s not allowed any joints, “the frick do you mean no weed?? that’s half of the fun just y’know, poof, gone, bro!!”. jj even taught the little girl how to fish, with help of his best friends. you finally got to relax on the opposite end of the hms; the girls and yourself stretch out on the bow, collecting as much summer sun as possible as bella slowly began to lose interest and take up running around ferally instead.
the day was packed with laughter, loud music, and classic pogue fun.
you’d spotted some dolphins and pointed them out to bella — she’d almost toppled overboard with how in love she was. after a lot of convincing, you let her swim under your sharp supervision, deciding it was the perfect excuse to adorn your newest dior swimsuit; you received mixed reactions from the others, given the girl’s hyping you up, pope and john b complaining about how expensive it must’ve been, jj’s shameless staring at your ass and tits, and bella’s jealousy of your boyfriend’s attention no longer being on her.
overall, as close as you can get to perfect.
and as an added bonus, your little cousin was so exhausted after the endless activities — running, swimming, and just about everything else she’d managed to wriggle her way into doing — that she’d fallen asleep easier than normal. not to say she didn’t fight for her life not to let her eyelids droop too far, because damn does she apparently hate not doing something insane every second.
“i think she’s finally asleep,” you murmur gently, as to not wake her, holding the small form of bella close to your chest — who’s now snoring slightly onto your shirt — as you slump down next to your boyfriend on the couch. the sun’s just starting to dip behind the horizon, painting the sky vivid shades of pinks, oranges, and yellows. the crickets have started their cacophony of chirping, the sounds gradually getting louder as afternoon seeps into evening. even the smell of weed’s started to die down, the replacing scent of salt water flooding as the marsh’s tide comes closer to the shack.
jj slings a lazy arm over your shoulders, the palm of his hand pressing warmth into you while the other rifles through his tasselled hair. he’s intentionally quiet — for the first recorded time ever — unwilling to restart the havoc of your cousin, “i thought kids like sleepin’ ‘n’ naps ‘n’ all that stuff; how does she manage to swear off everythin’ about it?”
“she’s always been hyperactive,” you groan softly, letting your head fall back onto the warm pillow of your boyfriends arm to at long last ease the tension of babysitting all day.
he lets out a light chuckle, eyes utterly fixated on you. “sounds like someone i know.”
“yeah, yourself. been ruinnin’ around undiagnosed since you learnt how to.”
“what can i say, ‘m jus’ so magnetic ‘n’ shit,” he shrugges, careful to not jostle you too much. you’re instantly countering him, brows raised in mock belief as he plays it up, “really? mhm, yeah totally.” he simply continues, over your sarcasm, “jus’ so charmin’. auraful ‘n’ all.”
a flurry of giggles escape past your lipgloss coated lips, followed by a reprimand full of such love pope would’ve fake-thrown up at hearing: “you’re actually impossible, jj.”
the movement of laughter was apparently too much, eliciting the girl in your arms to stir. beside you, jj goes as stiff as a board, every muscle in his body tensing and his eyelids shutting while he mentally preps himself for more childish insanity — you’re certain he doesn’t even breathe out of fear.
“auntie,” bella mumbles, raising her head slightly and groggily blinking to force herself to wake up. you’re quick to coo her back to sleep, one hand patting at her back to calm her nervous system back down and the other shielding her eyes from the strip of golden sun streaming in. “nononono, it’s still time to sleep, bells. c’mon, night night.”
she fights a little longer, trying to push your hand away from her eyes with a tiny, weak little first. jj eventually joins in on soothing her back to sleep, assuring her he’ll play tag with her in the morning if she goes to sleep now — and of course she listens to him. she babbles herself back into unconsciousness: “night … nightnight, auntie …”
you let out a small sigh of relief as you feel her body untense once again, and hear her returning snores join the chirps of crickets and gentle hissing of water sloshing just outside.
then, the tiniest “motherfucker …” slips past.
you slowly turn to face a now redfaced, contemplating running away, jj. he even lets out an accidental “fuck i’m screwed,” which only makes the daggers your shooting his way intensify by tenfold.
yep, he is so screwed.
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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 NSFW, poly relationship (jude bellingham x reader x erling haaland), double penetration (vaginal + anal), rough sex, choking, hair pulling, spanking, creampie, oral (m & f receiving), slight size kink, praise + degradation mix, aftercare, reader is called princess/slut/good girl. very very filthy, slow build to rough, consent is enthusiastic throughout
𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 this is all i've been thinking about amongst the world cup semi-finals - getting my shit rocked by two 6ft+ greek gods. hope you sluts enjoy, i know i did<3. this is probably the nastiest fic i've ever written tbh but it felt good getting it out. if u guys have any more ideas for poly!jude and erling, send 'em in :3.
sex with erling and jude is always slow at the start.
they love taking their time because they know how big they both are, how much your body has to open up for them. it’s never just fucking — it’s connection, praise, making sure their girl feels like the most cherished thing in the world. you’re safe between them, adored even when they’re balls deep and calling you their perfect little slut. tonight is no different. the lights are low, the big bed in erling’s place swallowing all three of you. you’re already naked, skin warm from the shower you all took together earlier, and they’ve got you laid out on your back like an offering.
jude starts by crawling up your body from the side, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. he kisses there slow and wet, lips plush and lingering, then trails down your neck with soft sucks that make your breath hitch.
“been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and velvet.
one of his hands cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in lazy circles until it pebbles under his touch. he leans in and kisses you properly then, deep and unhurried, tongue sliding against yours while his fingers keep playing with your tits, pinching just hard enough to send little sparks straight to your core.
at the same time, erling settles between your spread thighs, his massive shoulders pushing your legs wider. he’s so tall that even on his stomach he takes up so much space, breath hot against your inner thigh as he kisses and nips the soft skin there.
“so pretty for us,” he rumbles, the vibration traveling right through you. his big hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly like you weigh nothing, and then his mouth is on you.
he starts with broad, slow licks up your entire pussy, tongue flat and warm, tasting every drop of wetness that’s already leaking out of you. he takes his time, exploring every fold, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips. two thick fingers tease at your entrance, rubbing circles there before sliding in inch by inch, stretching you open while his mouth keeps working. he curls them just right, stroking that spot inside you that makes your hips jerk.
jude doesn’t stop kissing you through it. he moves from your mouth to your jaw, down your throat, across your collarbones, then latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneads the other breast. the contrast is dizzying — jude’s sensual attention on your upper body while erling devours your pussy like he’s starving. your hands thread into erling’s long strands as your back arches off the bed.
“fuck, you taste so good,” erling groans between long licks, adding a third finger and pumping them deeper.
jude pulls back just enough to watch your face, eyes dark with hunger. “look at you, princess. falling apart already and we’ve barely started. you gonna cum on erling’s tongue for me?”
your thighs are trembling around erling’s head. he sucks your clit harder, fingers thrusting steady and precise, and jude leans down to kiss you again, swallowing every moan and whimper. your orgasm crashes over you slow at first, then all at once. erling’s fingers curl relentlessly inside your pussy while his tongue flicks firm and fast over your swollen clit.
“oh fuck—erling, right there, please don’t stop,” you gasp against jude’s mouth, your voice breaking into a whine.
jude pulls back just enough to watch your face twist in pleasure, his hand still pinching your nipple as you come hard, thighs clamping around erling’s head, hips grinding desperately against his face. waves of heat roll through you, pussy fluttering and soaking his fingers and chin.
“good girl,” erling praises, licking you through every aftershock, slow and gentle until you’re twitching and oversensitive. he finally pulls back, lips shiny, and kisses the inside of your thigh. “taste so fucking sweet when you come for us, princess.”
they give you a moment to breathe, hands stroking your skin softly. jude kisses your forehead. “ready for more, baby? want us both inside you?”
“yes,” you breathe, still hazy and needy. “want you both. please.”
they move you with ease. jude lies back against the pillows, cock hard and curving up against his abs, thick and veiny. you straddle him slow, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. he holds his cock steady for you, guiding the head through your slick folds before you sink down.
the stretch is delicious, inch by inch, your pussy swallowing him until you’re fully seated, clit pressed against his base. “jude… you feel so big like this,” you moan, rolling your hips experimentally, hands braced on his chest.
jude groans, hands gripping your waist. “ride me, princess. nice and slow at first. let us feel you.”
you start moving, lifting and sinking back down in languid rolls, savoring how full he makes you as his cock drags against every sensitive spot inside, and the way he looks up at you — dark eyes, lip caught between his teeth — makes you feel powerful and cherished. behind you, erling kneels close, his enormous frame casting a shadow. one big hand spreads your ass cheeks, and you feel the blunt, heavy head of his cock pressing against your tighter hole.
“breathe for me,” erling murmurs, voice deep. he pushes forward carefully. the head pops in with a slick pop and a burning stretch that makes you whimper loudly. “that’s it… only the tip for now, love. you’re doing so well.”
he rocks shallowly, barely an inch or two, but it’s enough to make you feel impossibly full — jude’s thick cock buried in your pussy while erling’s massive girth stretches your ass.
“oh my fucking god,” you moan, voice shaky as you keep riding jude in that slow rhythm. “so deep… feels so fucking good. don’t stop, please.”
your words turn into little gasps every time erling gives a shallow thrust, his hands holding your hips steady so you don’t take more than you can handle. jude thrusts up gently to meet your movements, hands sliding up to cup your bouncing tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples.
the pace stays slow and sensual for long minutes — wet sounds of your pussy riding jude, the obscene stretch of erling in your ass, your shared moans filling the room. you lean forward a little, kissing jude deeply while erling leans over your back, kissing your shoulder and whispering praise. “our perfect girl. taking us both like you were made for it.”
you come again like that, the dual fullness pushing you over the edge without warning. “i’m coming— fuck, i’m coming!” you cry out, body shaking, pussy clenching tight around jude and ass pulsing around erling’s thick head.
that’s when they shift.
the moment your orgasm peaks, their control snaps. jude’s hands grip your hips harder, thrusting up sharper. erling growls low and starts fucking your ass with slightly deeper, rougher shallow strokes, the burn turning into white-hot pleasure. “that’s our slutty little princess,” erling grunts, voice rougher now. “coming with both holes full. gonna fuck you properly now.”
they don’t give you time to come down. jude sits up a bit, still inside you, and they maneuver you off him carefully but quickly. cum and arousal drip down your thighs as they position you, erling moves you onto all fours in the middle of the bed, then slams back into your pussy from behind in one powerful thrust, making you scream his name. “erling! fuck!”
jude stands at the edge of the bed, tall and commanding, cock right in front of your face. you don’t even need prompting — you open your mouth wide, tongue out, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
he slides in deep, hand in your hair, and starts thrusting while erling pounds you from behind, erling’s hips slapping loud against your ass, cock hitting deep and relentless, one hand reaching around to rub your clit roughly. jude fucks your throat in steady strokes, groaning every time you gag and moan around him. “fuck, listen to her. choking on my dick while you wreck her pussy. our greedy girl.”
you’re drooling, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, but you love it. “mmph,” you try to speak around jude’s cock, pushing back against erling desperately.
they give it to you, rough and possessive, bodies moving in sync like they’ve done this a hundred times (in which, they probably have at this point). erling’s free hand smacks your ass lightly, the sting blooming hot as jude’s fingers tighten in your hair, controlling the pace as he fucks your face.
jude’s the first to break. his thrusts into your mouth get erratic, hips stuttering as he holds your head steady. “fuck, princess, gonna come,” he groans, voice wrecked.
you moan around him, sucking harder, eyes watering as you look up at him. he spills down your throat with a deep moan, thick and hot, pulsing on your tongue and you swallow every drop, whimpering softly as he keeps shallow thrusts through the sensitivity, his cock twitching with aftershocks.
“so good… you’re so fucking good,” he pants, finally pulling out slow, a string of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his tip. he strokes your cheek tenderly even as his body trembles from how sensitive he is, watching you with adoring eyes.
erling doesn’t slow down, instead he pushes your head down firmly into the mattress with one massive hand between your shoulder blades, forcing your ass higher, chest pressed flat against the sheets. the new angle makes him hit even deeper, his thick cock slamming into your soaked pussy with wet, punishing slaps. “take it,” he growls, voice rough. “take everything i give you, baby.”
you cry out into the sheets, voice muffled. “erling—oh god, yes, harder! please, i need it.” the roughness feels incredible after jude finished, your body already buzzing.
he fucks you harder, hips snapping forward with raw power, balls slapping against your clit on every thrust. his free hand slides up your back, then around to your throat. he squeezes lightly, tilting your head slightly so you can still breathe.
the pressure on your throat combined with the brutal pace has you seeing stars. your pussy clenches tight around him, gushing wetter with every stroke.
“i’m gonna come again,” you gasp out, voice hoarse and broken. “erling, please—fuck!” it hits you stronger than the others, louder too. you scream his name into the mattress, body shaking violently, walls spasming around his massive cock as the orgasm rips through you like a wave. your thighs quake, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity, every muscle tightening and releasing in pure bliss.
erling fucks you right through it, groaning deep at how your pussy milks him. only when your orgasm starts to fade does he let go of your throat, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he chases his own release. “good girl—my perfect princess. gonna fill you up now.” his thrusts turn short and deep, grinding against that spot inside you until he finally buries himself to the hilt and comes with a loud, guttural moan.
thick ropes of cum flood your pussy, hot and endless, spilling out around his cock as he keeps shallow thrusts to push it deeper. he stays inside you for long moments afterward, both of you panting, his big body draped over yours protectively.
jude’s already there, sliding onto the bed beside you, pulling you gently into his arms the second erling eases out. cum drips down your thighs, your whole body limp and glowing. they sandwich you between them, soft kisses on your shoulders, your neck, your forehead.
you and jobe sat next to eachother. jobe was knee deep in the game he was playing on the playstation and you just watched him, leaning against his shoulder.
a small whimper escaped your lips as you squeezed you legs together, watching his fingers move on the controller.
jobe heard it immediately, "you okay?" he asked finally tearing his eyes from the tv
you looked up at him, "yeah" you lied, voice high.
jobe looked at you, noticing your squeezed legs.
"baby" he started with a smirk, "you need anything?"
"no" you muttered digging your head in his chest.
jobe smiled watching you stay tensed, "okay, just let me know" he offered.
his game continued and you stayed in your same position. your fingers drew shapes on his biceps.
"jobe" you called, your voice just above a whisper.
he turning his eyes to you, pausing his game.
your legs squeezed harder together and jobe noticed that. "yeah baby?" his voice was low and rough, it send shivers striaght down to your core.
"i want something" you admitted looking down at where your fingers met the skin of his arm
jobe smirked, "what is it love?" he asked placing a hand on yours.
you were too embarrassed to admit what you wanted, its something neither of you had really tried much before.
"can i- sit on you?" you wishpered, cheeks turning as red as a tomato.
jobe smirked, getting excited. "is that all you want?" he teased putting down his controller
you nooded against him and jobe didn't waste another second. he lifted you up by your hips, settling you down so you straddled his lap.
your needy cunt met the imprint of his cock through his sweatpants.
"jobe" you whimpered quietly
his hand moved back to his controller, resuming his game, "go ahead love, do whatever you want"
you nodded against his shoulder, moving your hips just slightly over his cock. a small whimper escaping your lips.
jobe hardened feeling your movement, still focusing on his game.
your hips moved again, another whimper against his shoulder
you could feel yourself soaking through your underwear even from this small contact.
jobe let out a low groan feeling you against him.
"just like that love, use me just how you want it"
your head dug deeper in his shoulder, hips grinding harder. your cunt soaked through your thin shorts and jobe could feel it on his sweatpants.
his hips moved forward, giving you better access to grind on him. jobe was fully hard now, his length completely visible through his joggers.
your hips dug harder with the new angle, hitting you just where you needed it. your hands gripped jobes shirt, using it as leverage.
"j-jobe" you whimpered, head still dug in his shoulder from embarrassment and pleasure.
he could barely focus on his game now, "so needy aren't you, making a mess on my pants and i haven't even touched you" he taunted, his voice rough with need
your hips rolled again at his words, pussy pulsing with every movement. "feels- s'good" you managed to say through you whimpers.
the feeling of you grinding of his cock was almost to much to take,
your hips moved again and again and again, setting a fast pace over jobe. and not once did your small whimpers stop.
jobe put down his controller, focusing only on you now.
his hands gripped your ass pushing you hard on his cock, "is that what you wanted baby? to feel me against your soaked cunt?"
you nodded into his shoulder, cries of pleasure escaping your lips. "s-so good"
he continuted pushing you on his cock, movements never faltering. "so needy for me, i love to see it"
your back arched into him, feeling your release inch closer with every movement.
jobe lifted his hips, his hard length pushing against your folds now as his joggers soaked with your arousal.
the wimpers let your mouth like a prayer. his hands moved below the hem of your sleep shorts, making direct contact with the flesh of your ass, squeezing it hard enough to make your pussy clench around nothing.
"jobe- so close" you wishpered, beyond the point of embarrassed. "c-can i cum?" you asked
jobe placed a kiss on your forehead, still moving you hard on his cock. "yeah baby, cum all over me"
with his permission, you bit your lips, trying but failing to keep yourself quiet, cuming all over him.
he still moved you, helping your ride out your high. "you liked that love?" he asked, genuinely wondering
still not meeting his eye, you nodded again.
"i think we're going to have to do this more often then" he offered, pressing another kiss on your forehead.
you finally looked up at him, eyes wide with pleasure mixed with slight embarrassment.
"i- still want something" you admitted, lowering you head slightly, "please"
jobe nooded, "anything for you"
you smiled softly, lifting yourself just enough to take off your shorts and pull down his joggers enough to free his cock.
jobe watched you as you moved your underwear to the side, sinking down on his cock slowly.
"fuck you're so tight" he groaned.
instead of moving you just sat there, feeling his cock fill you up just right.
jobe knew what you wanted, and he let you have it with no hesitation.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. your head rested again his broad shoulder.
every once in a while you moved your hips, just to remind yourself he was still there.
jobe continuted his game with you on his lap. placing kissed on your head every so often.
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a/n - oml this is my first time writing something like this...
Hii! I love you so much. Can you please write a really smutty poly!mauraders with a fluffy ending? (Ignoring wormtail because I'm still mad at him.) If not it's okay, I just love your writing! 🫶
competition | poly!marauders
pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, and sirius) x fem!reader
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), anal, not proofread
a/n: everyone in my inbox always tells me how much they love when i make the boys bicker, especially in the bedroom, so i hope it's okay that i threw that in here a bunch :) i also don’t know if this is as smutty as you wanted, but i hope it’s okay!
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Remus flicked the ashes of his cigarette out of the bedroom window, smoke leaving his lips along with a chuckle. "Yeah, right."
Sirius shrugged as he took a drag from his cigarette. "The results speak for themselves."
James, who didn't smoke because it would taint his athlete lungs (as he so humbly put it), propped one leg up as he backed up against the bed frame, adjusting his position on the floor. "You fucking wish."
"I could do that if I tried. You're not special, Pads. I just don't because I know it would be too much for a girl, especially around the full moon," Remus said.
"Oh here he goes again with his rough sex werewolf shit," James threw his hands up in the air, getting a laugh from Sirius.
"Never made a girl squirt though, have you? You stay jealous, Moons," Sirius challenged.
"Surely you know that we do not believe you," James said.
Sirius sighed, leaning back onto his mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well, when her cum shot all over my face, it did feel pretty fuckin' unbelievable."
"Just because virgins think you're good in the sack doesn't mean you are," Remus chimed back in, "how are they supposed to know that there's so much better out there?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Sirius said, leaning back up and tilting forward in Remus's direction, "I didn't realize you have a history of fuckin' making virgins squirt. I didn't realize this topic was so familiar to you, how dare I."
"It can't be that hard to make a virgin squirt, Sirius, I'm feelin' like that's pretty easy," James said.
"The real challenge is with experienced girls," Remus said, blowing more smoke out of the window, "You think you're all that? Get back to me when you make someone impossible to please come. Not even to squirt, just to come."
Sirius diverted his gaze from Remus to James, who looked to Remus, who looked back at James, who then turned to Sirius. "That a challenge?" Sirius asked.
"Maybe it is."
"Well if I'm gonna try, you're gonna try, you fucking asshole," Sirius told Remus.
"What, is James just off the hook? We all know he can't do it anyways."
James threw his hands up again. "I can do it."
"Okay, so pick a girl," Sirius said, raising his brows in challenge.
In a mocking voice, Remus joked, "but how will we ever find a girl that sex god Sirius Black can't please?"
"You think Y/N would do it?" James asked.
"You don't think that might ruin our friendship?" Remus questioned.
"Let's review," James said, standing up and beginning to count his points on his fingers, "one, we've all been friends with her for forever, so she trusts us. Two, we all know she's got experience, and we know there's a bunch of guys who haven't been able to make her come. Three, she doesn't strike me as someone who would get attached and ruin our friendships over sex. And four, perhaps the most important of all: she's hot and we all wanna fuck her."
"How the fuck do we even broach that subject?" Sirius asked, "are we supposed to ask her to let us fuck her as a competition? Do we just try to kiss her and see where it leads? This is Y/N for fucks sake."
"Correct," Remus responded, "it`'s just Y/N. I feel like it'll be way easier to ask her than some other random girl."
"Oh, Sirius has no problem asking random girls for sex," James joked, though he was serious.
"The only reason we're friends with Y/N is because she turned you down, do you remember that, Jamie?" Sirius shot back.
"She didn't turn me down, jackass, she was in a relationship. Otherwise, I would have for sure gotten to hit that."
"Big bad James and his big bad muscles on the big bad Quidditch team, ok then," Remus joked, "irresistible to all girls. Oh wait! Except for one."
"If you're jealous of my body, Moons, just say it. This," he gestured down his torso, "takes a lot of work."
"You're really talking yourself up when my skinny ass gets more girls than you do, and more boys too, for that matter. I'm sorry, which one of us has had sex with the majority of your Quidditch team? Oh, not you? Weird," Remus responded.
“You know that fraternization on the team would be frowned upon, why would you say that when you know-“
“Oh relax,” Remus cut James off.
“Doesn’t matter how many guys you get, Moons, you still can’t make Y/N come.”
“What are we, just going off the honors system here? I already don’t believe Sirius made someone squirt, you two want me to believe you if you just say you did it? Where’s the proof?” James questioned.
“Proof? What do you want us to do, suck her cum up in a syringe, you fucking weirdo?” Remus replied.
“No no, it’s a fair point,” Sirius chimed in, “I don’t believe half the shit you tell me anyway.”
“Ok, so what do you wanna do then? Fuck her at the same time?” Remus asked.
James and Sirius exchanged a long glance.
“You two aren’t serious.”
James and Sirius both shrugged.
“I’m not fucking her with you two idiots in the room ruining it,” Remus said.
“Oh, I beg to differ,” Sirius said, “I’d only make it better. For her especially.”
“Would not.”
“Would too.”
“You think you’re such a fucking sex god-“
“It’s not a little weird to fuck the same girl at the same time? What are we gonna do, take turns?” James asked.
“She’s got three holes,” Sirius said.
“Okay, but the entire point of fucking her is to see who can actually make her come, idiot,” Remus said, “so obviously that doesn’t matter. I’m not sticking my dick somewhere that I’ll be able to feel one of yours, guys.”
“Why not?” James asked genuinely.
“Because, because-“
“Because, because, come on, Rem, it’s only weird if you make it weird. I’ve seen your dick before.”
“Me changing in front of you is not the same as us fucking someone at the same time.”
“The thought of watching her get railed by one of us doesn’t do anything for you?” James asked.
Remus blinked, unable to cohesively think of a rebuttal. “I mean.”
“Mhm,” Sirius nodded.
“Okay, so it’s agreed, we’re all gonna fuck her with the rest of us there so we have proof we aren’t lying, and we’re gonna see who can make her come,” James said.
“What if we can all make her come?” Remus asked.
“Then whoever does it first?” James tried.
“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything, I mean what if she comes harder for one of us? Once she comes it’s gonna be too easy to make her come again. Like that’s not a good gage,” Sirius said.
“No no, we share space equitably. No one hogs any part of her. Whoever makes her come first, wins,” Remus said.
“Wins what, exactly?” Sirius said.
James shrugged. “Let’s let her decide.”
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Your gaze diverted between the three boys in front of you, your book laying open in your lap as you adjusted your cross-legged position on the common room couch. “Are you joking?”
“Nope,” said Sirius.
You processed for a few moments. “Okay, and what exactly do you get if you make me come first?” you asked.
James dipped his head and smirked. “We were uh- we were actually gonna let you decide that one.”
You raised your brows. “You were, were you?”
“…Yeah.”
You nodded your head up and down, thinking and processing. “And you all just assumed I’d say yes?”
“Honestly I don’t think we ever got that far,” Remus admitted.
“Right, right,” you said, “right.”
“You can say no, you know,” Sirius said.
You turned toward him. “I know.”
“So are you saying no?” he asked.
“No,” you replied, quicker than you anticipated.
“Are you saying yes?” Sirius pressed.
You pondered Sirius’s question. “Can I have a day or two to think about it?”
“Of course, of course,” James said.
Luckily you had plans in Hogsmeade the next day, which gave you an opportunity to give the boys an answer.
When Dorcas and Mary left the Hog’s Head early to “work on some overdue assignments,” you were left alone with the boys.
“So I have an answer for you,” you said.
“Already?” Remus said.
“Yeah, already, jackass.”
“And?”
“I’m down.”
All three boys exchanged glances. “Yeah?”
“Don’t act so surprised. You said no strings, you guys are hot, and fuck if I don’t need a good orgasm. The boys around here don’t do it for me, as you well know.” You’d tipsily told them several times how none of the boys at school could make you come.
“And you think we can?”
“If you’re really gonna try this hard, I think at least one of you has a shot. With all the sex you have? Please. If one of you can’t make me come, no one can. It’s worth a shot, and three tries is better than one.”
“Oh, so you’re using us?” Sirius joked.
“Mm, only because you guys wanted to use me first,” you lightheartedly shot back.
“Fair enough,” Sirius surrendered.
The conversation quickly shifted when butterbeers and pumpkin juices arrived, and all attention turned toward drinking games and late-night escapades.
As you walked through the cool-breezed, darkened streets of Hogsmeade, you took note of the lack of people around. You were sure the boys didn't notice.
"Where are you going?" Remus asked, watching you drift toward an alleyway.
You made a come-hither motion at the boys as you stepped into the alleyway, scanning quickly for any sign of life and finding none.
"What are you-" you grabbed Remus's face, cutting him off with a kiss. Without a second thought, Remus's hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him on instinct.
Both you and Remus were experienced enough to turn the kiss into a heated exchange quickly. You bit his bottom lip, and in turn, he took the moment of disconnection to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He took steps forward, backing you up until your back collided with the outer brick siding of Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. Remus pulled away, thinking he had slammed your body into the wall too hard, but you immediately pulled him back. His body had no choice but to respond immediately, his hand holding the side of your jaw in place as his lips traveled down to the side of your neck.
The gap of his face in front of yours allowed you time to open your eyes and see Sirius and James watching the exchange intently.
"Guess Remus is going first then?" you teased.
"No, no, that's not the arrangement," Sirius said, "we all said no hogging. We all get equal shots. Move the fuck over."
Sirius grabbed your throat and pulled you forward into a kiss, causing Remus to stumble to the side in defeat.
Remus gestured to James to do what was just done to him to Sirius, but James wasn't one to fight for attention. James was one to wait until he was wanted, and until you were begging from attention from him. He would wait his turn patiently.
"Heathens," he snickered, "let her breathe for 2 seconds, would ya?"
Sirius pulled away, but his hand remained on your throat. "I'm sorry, I don't see you winning right now, do I? Shut up and maybe you'll learn something."
He resumed kissing you, and his hand dropped from your throat, tracing down your body until it landed between your legs. He pulled away to look into your eyes. You gave him a "yes" nod to signal that you consented to his touches.
That was the moment Remus decided he was done standing there like an idiot.
He dropped to his knees directly beside Sirius, tracing his fingers tauntingly slowly up your thighs, aiming for under your house-colored skirt.
Sirius noticed his efforts, and their hands collided directly on your underwear.
Like petulant little boys, you felt Sirius smack Remus's hand away, then Remus's hand smack him back, and then Sirius pulled his hand out from under your shirt and smacked Remus on the side of the head.
"Ass," Remus said his body moving sideways, causing his hand to leave its place under your skirt, "what the fuck was that for?"
"No one said we have to play fair," Sirius replied, shoving his hand back under your skirt and cupping between your thighs.
You barely reacted apart from a small gasp.
"You really are a tough one, huh?" Sirius teased, his hand falling for a moment.
Smirking, you responded, "you wanna make me come? You're gonna have to put in the work. Unless you think you can't handle it? Too busy fucking girls and not women?"
"Working me up is only gonna make this more intense for you," Sirius taunted, "you're playing a dangerous game."
"Don't listen to him, he's a cocky fuck," James laughed from behind Sirius.
You shifted your hips and let out a small moan. Sirius thought his words were really working you up, until he looked down to see that Remus had not only snuck his way between your legs while you and Sirius were talking, but that his head disappeared under your skirt.
Sirius decided to let Remus do some of the hard work before he chimed back in to bring you to the edge, so he stepped back, crossing his arms and sighing as he stood next to James. "At least flip the skirt up for me, gorgeous."
You pulled your skirt up, bunching it up and tucking it into its own waistband, leaving Remus visible, and when he pulled away to breathe, your core as well.
Remus flicked his tongue over your clit, one hand on your hip hooking a thumb around the fabric of your underwear to keep it to the side. Your fingers intertwined into his soft curls, keeping him in place as he moved his tongue faster and faster.
"You're kinda good at this," you spoke breathily, earning a moan of acknowledgement, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.
James decided to step in, standing to your side and turning your face toward him to finally take his turn at a kiss. The kiss was slow and passionate, the intimacy of it making you even wetter for Remus between your legs. His glasses fogged up due to the heat radiating off of your body.
When James pulled away, he kept a hand under your chin to keep your eyes on him instead of Remus. Remus's unoccupied hand began to take over his tongue's spot, circling your clit as he moved his face further back, teasing your entrance.
You let out a moan, staring into James's eyes. James nodded when you made the noise. "Good girl, that feel good?"
"Mhm," you responded, moaning again.
Remus's tongue began to fuck into you, his hand still working your clit. You used your hand to press his face further into you, refusing to give up the pleasure. You so rarely were properly pleasured by men, since they were typically unfamiliar with how to actually work their way around a woman's body, but you had a feeling that at least one of these three had to know what they were doing. You hoped it would be all of them.
As far as who you wanted to win, well, you didn't really have a preference. Honestly, all of them were hot, and you would be happy coming for any of them. Of course, there was a little bit of stake in the game. They allowed you to pick the prize for whoever won. You hadn't told them yet, but the prize would be you. Consistent sex-capades with the one girl around who could truly do it for them? That's a prize in itself.
You knew they had a lot of sex. You knew they slept with a ton of people, but you also knew that they were usually the ones giving the pleasure, not receiving it. The prize? That would change.
"Fuck, Jamie," you moaned, still staring into his eyes as Remus ate you out.
Remus pulled away, his hand never stopping as he said, "that's not fucking fair, I'm the one doing the work down here. He didn't even earn his name."
"And you think you did?" James challenged.
"She's only moanin' cus of me," Remus shot back.
"Well, you clearly haven't made her come, and you've been down there long enough," James said, "my turn."
Remus had the same thought as Sirius, and opted to let James do some of the work as well.
He sighed and backed up, and James dropped to his knees.
Despite being on his knees, James gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up so that your thighs were resting on his shoulders. You squealed in surprise at his strength.
"You're strong," you said.
"You have no idea," he responded, gripping your ass and pushing you into his face, immediately beginning to move his tongue at a rapid pace, his head shaking back and forth from the speed.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, throwing your head back and knocking it against the brick, "fuck, just like that."
Sirius approached again, standing directly behind James an pushing his head further into you. He leaned over James and kissed you, swallowing to whimper that followed.
James refused to stop, eating you out like he was starving. Each time you made a noise that Sirius found hot, he pushed James's head harder into you. James didn't let out a single noise of protest.
You looked down and spotted Sirius's hand on James's head, forcing him to increase the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and it caused your core to flex.
"Fuck," you gasped, "oh my god, James, fuck."
"Earned his name, I see," Sirius teased, turning to Remus.
Remus pretended to act annoyed, but anyone could see his dick straining against his pants for dear life. Even if the name you moaned wasn't his, it was still hot nevertheless, and he knew it would be his name when he was the one making you come. He had no doubts. Why not let James and Sirius have a little fun first?
Part of the reason you were so hard to make come was that man didn't understand that just eating out or just penetration wasn't enough for you. These boys had no idea that as long as they remained kneeling between your legs, they were already way off.
It took ten minutes of James eating you out before he took a breath. "Fucking hell, are you close?"
You giggled. "I don't know, am I?"
Remus caught on. "You need to be fucked, huh?"
"Okay fuck you, she might actually be close," James said, but stood up anyways.
"Didn't you guys pick me because you knew it wouldn't be easy?" you asked.
James gripped your chin and pulled your face against his, trapping you in a heated kiss to remind you that he could, in fact, make you feel good.
“Up,” Remus said, snaking his arms around your thighs, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his hips.
You watched in the gap between your bodies as Remus pushed everything below the waist down, exposing his long, slender cock.
He gently pressed his forehead against yours, looking between your bodies as well as he lined himself up with your entrance. He waited a moment for you to revoke consent, but when you didn’t, he pushed himself into you.
You tilted your head back as he bottomed out, barely giving you any time to adjust before he started fucking you.
You locked your legs behind him, crossing your feet to keep you in place. He kept his hands under your thighs to hold you up as he fucked you, his lips trailing down to your jawline.
“Shit, Remus,” you moaned.
The use of his name only egged him on more, causing him to start fucking into you faster. “Good fucking girl, I can feel you squeezing me,” he whispered into your air.
You whined and whimpered as his cock pumped in out of you, and Remus was beginning to lose control.
You squirmed momentarily, and Remus grabbed your hand in his own, moving it over your head and pinning it against the brick wall. “Stay fucking still.”
You saw a window of opportunity, and arched your back. “Or what?” you breathily asked.
Remus nearly growled, immediately dropping your hand and wrapping his fingers around your throat. He snapped his hips harshly, not caring about the competition anymore, just caring about fucking you the hardest you’ve ever been fucked. His hand pressed your neck into the brick, rendering you unable to move your head. In tandem with deep thrusts, he repeated, “stay. Fucking. Still.”
You obeyed.
You opened your eyes and spotted James, who was covering half of his face with his hand, breathing deeply to maintain self control. The eye contact only added to your arousal, because James’s eyes were trained on you so intensely that you almost couldn’t handle it.
Your hands explored Remus’s body, feeling muscles on his arms that you couldn’t see in the light of day on his relatively skinny frame. You pawed at his hips, involuntarily trying to push each thrust even further into you.
Sirius approached you two, his cock in hand as he gently stroked himself. “Let her off the wall.”
Remus, sweaty and losing breath, removed his lips from sucking your jawline to look at Sirius. “I’m fucking occupied.”
“Let her off the wall,” Sirius repeated, “I didn’t say you had to stop fucking her.”
Remus dipped his head into the crook of your neck. “I fucking hate you,” he said, directed as Sirius, but he remembered the terms he agreed to, and knew he was hogging you. So he moved his hands to your thighs again, and stepped backward from the building, his cock still in you.
The shifting of his hips as he moved was causing stimulation without Remus even trying.
Remus turned so that your back was to Sirius, and he resumed fucking you, slower this time. His arms moved you slightly up and down to aid in his thrusts, his hips moving the best he could without you pressed against the wall.
Sirius pressed your back against his chest, his head dipping into the crook of your neck as he began to kiss your shoulder, your neck, and your jawline, until he turned your head sideways and kissed you.
You allowed your body to fall into him, Remus’s thrusts causing you to jerk upward every few seconds. Sirius fought to hold your head against his, but honestly you moving due to getting fucked only made him harder.
“You ever done this back here before?” Sirius whispered to you.
“Mhm,” you responded, barely able to speak from how hard Remus was thrusting into you.
Sirius spit into his hand and rubbed it up and down his cock, preparing himself.
“Stop for a second,” Sirius told Remus.
“Fuck no,” Remus said, lost in pleasure.
“Stop for a second or this could hurt her, dumbass,” Sirius clarified.
Remus stopped thrusting and pressed his forehead to your collarbone, catching his breath for a second and trying to stay still until he could resume movement.
Sirius lined himself up, wrapping one hand around your stomach, and using the other hand to hold your ass up as he slowly pushed himself into your ass.
You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to take his time stretching you.
“Would you fucking hurry up?” Remus snapped, clearly annoyed.
“You can wait 10 more seconds,” Sirius replied, trying to focus on restraint.
“Shouldn’t have to, selfish fuck.”
“I’m selfish? Who just stood here fucking her without me or James getting-“
“Just fucking get to it,” Remus was losing control by the second.
“That’s what I’m doing, thank you very much.”
“It’s just like you to be cocky while you’re literally sticking your dick in-“
“Well maybe if you stopped fucking distracting me then I-“
“Would you two please shut up and fuck me?” you chimed in.
Sirius was finally bottomed out, and he tested the waters by thrusting only an inch or two at a time. Once he started a normal pace, Remus began his own relentless pace again, barely even acknowledging that Sirius was there.
When Remus thrusted in, jerking you backward, Sirius would take the opportunity to thrust forward as well, the two boys not having to move a ton because you were being tossed between their cocks, the movements giving you makeshift thrusts.
“James,” you said.
He perked up, somewhat shocked that you said his name while sandwiched between his two best friends.
“Yeah?”
“I need you to touch me,” you said.
Remus and Sirius both looked up to acknowledge what was happening, but ended up looking up directly at each other.
They stayed watching each other for a moment, their breaths staggered and their faces glistening from sweat.
Sirius reached past you and grabbed the back of Remus’s head, pulling him in.
Sirius and Remus’s lips collided directly next to you, and the sight of them kissing as they both fucked you almost did you in.
Almost. James approached your other side, not daring to interrupt the hotness of the kiss, and he placed his own soft kiss on your temple.
“You want me to touch you?” he teased.
“Please, Jamie,” you were not above pleading to get what you want.
James ran his hand down your body, which was still bouncing up and down, slowly dragging between your breast area and down your stomach. He stilled just under your skirt’s waistband.
“Ask me for it again,” James said.
“Please touch me, James, I need it so bad.”
His hand moved lower.
“How bad? You need me to make you come?”
“I need it, I wanna come, please Jamie, please.”
“Atta girl,” he said.
He kissed you as he began circling your clit with his finger. You moaned into the kiss, garnering the attention of Sirius and Remus, who breathily pulled away from one another to watch your body react to now being touched.
You leaned back against Sirius, your moans escalating in both frequency and volume.
“Oh m- fuck, I’m gonna come,” you moaned.
Sirius and Remus both began to fuck you harder, but you stopped them quickly.
“No, no, do what you were doing,” you said, “don’t escalate. Fuck me like you were.”
The boys both resumed their previous pace, and you felt the knot begin to form in your stomach.
James applied a slight bit more pressure to your clit, and you knew you were in for it.
“I’m coming, I-“
You came hard, your wetness completely coating Remus’s cock as your orgasm washed over you. It was so intense, likely from your body not being used to men making you come like this, that your legs started to shake. You would have fallen if it weren’t for two boys holding you between them.
James gradually slowed his hand down, kissing you through the orgasm to help calm you down.
Remus couldn’t help himself but join you. He hit your cervix with three brutal thrusts as he allowed himself to come, his head resting on your shoulder as he took a breath.
After you and Remus had calmed down, Sirius pulled out of you, allowing Remus to place you down. You stayed clinging onto Remus, not convinced that your legs would work after being hoisted up for so long.
Sirius had already taken a step back to finish himself off, roaring lowly as he came and painted a brick on the wall white.
That left James, who looked completely pleased and content.
“You didn’t-“
“Oh, I did,” James said, looking down.
You spotted the wet patch between his legs, and realized that James came without any stimulation of his own, but just from watching all of you and doing to you what he did.
Remus finally pulled out of you, stepping back from you and running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.”
After a few minutes of everyone resetting and catching their breath, it was Sirius who finally asked, “so? Who won?”
“Clearly me,” James said, “she asked me to touch her, and that’s what did her in.”
“I’m sorry, whose cock was hitting her g-spot?” Remus smiled.
“It was the DP that did it, obviously, idiots,” Sirius defended himself.
They all turned to you.
“Tie.”
“No no no, it’s not a fucking tie,” Sirius said, walking back over to you, “which one of us did it for you? You have to pick one.”
“No I don’t,” you shrugged.
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t, Sirius,” you said, “I’m allowed to decide it’s a tie. I’m not in your little competition, I don’t have to follow any rules. It’s a tie.”
“But-“
“You were all fucking me at the same time, what did you expect?”
“So- so who gets whatever the winner gets, then?” James asked.
“All of you, I guess.”
“Yeah? And what do we all get?” Remus asked.
“Well, you all just came, so I guess you gotta wait,” you responded.
James raised his brows. “The prize is a blowjob? From you?”
“Yeah,” you said, “as many as you want, whatever you want with me, whenever you want, yeah.”
Remus smirked. Sirius chuckled and smiled wide, and James was still in disbelief.
- he only likes physical touch from family, close friends, and you, and he only really initiates physical touch with you
- he didn’t think physical touch was one of his love languages until he met you, now whenever you’re close to him he has to hold your hand, have an arm around your shoulder, or on your waist
- he secretly loves the height difference between you two, and he feels like your protector when he is around + size kink
- he is the biggest gentleman: always holding open your door, pulling out your seat, ALWAYS paying, walking on the side closest to the street, etc.
- he is big fan of your career aspirations and job and loves that you want to continue working, he’s had previous girls insinuate that they don’t need to work bc Jobe has money
- he hates long distance but loves falling asleep to you talking on ft
- he finds it adorable when you need him to repeat something bc his accent is so strong
- he genuinely contemplates flying to you whenever you cry while talking to him (whether you’re stressed, overwhelmed, missing him, or missing your family)
- he rarely gets emotional with you, and beats himself down bc of it but you always reassure him that sometimes everyone needs a good cry even 6’3” professional athletes
- he sends you cares packages every month and on special occasions that he hand packs filled with food, some of his clothes, a hand written card, and occasionally jewelry and shoes
- he sends you flowers every week and a half and never forgets (he could set up an automated subscription but likes to hand pick each bouquet)
- he LOVES when you can watch him play, and he tries extra hard to score a goal to show off for you
- he was really nervous that you wouldn’t get along with his family, but it was like an immediate connection and feeling like you belonged in his life
- his mom and dad always make jokes abt you two getting married and having kids (they’re not jokes and when you both laugh his parents are like “what’s funny??”)
- he sometimes gets upset knowing that you both will be doing long distance for the foreseeable future and feels like you deserve better but you reassure him that you’d rather do long distance with him than live near anyone else
- he didn’t really want kids until you both got closer and he realized he’d be lucky to have kids with you if you wanted them
- he’s totally the type to carry your bag for you even if it’s hot pink (also offers to carry your shoes and you if you even hint at your feet hurting)
- he picks you up so easily
- one time at a restaurant you mentioned not being able to choose btw two options so when you went to the bathroom he ordered both for you (he does this from time to time when you can’t choose)
- if you ever like his drink or food better, he’ll split it with you (he has tried many times to give you the whole thing but you refuse)
- if you’re getting ready to go somewhere, he’ll tell you to leave your jacket bc he wants to see you in his
- he gets along well with your friends and likes to plan surprises for you with them
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- he honestly does not have much experience (maybe two bodies), he’s just never wanted to let anyone in that much but he is an adamant student and will not give up till he gets it right
- yall didn’t have sex until a while into your relationship bc you both prioritized fully forming the emotional connection before bringing the physical in
- he loves when you get needy and just want his dick but he will always slow down to prioritize foreplay
- one of his friends mentioned to him that a lot of girls fake it, and he demanded to know if you’ve ever faked it (which you hadn’t duh) needless to say you were very vocal the rest of the night so that he had no doubts moving forward
- he definitely has a size kink and is obsessed with the fact that he has to stretch you out like the first time when you two haven’t seen each other in a while + loves to see the bulge his dick makes in your lower stomach
- he is a certified munch who genuinely loves just eating you out a few times and rubbing himself simultaneously and calling that a done deal
- he loves just making out with you for like 10 minutes and just leaving it there, he wants both of you to not feel pressured to have sex right after
- he loves waking you up with his morning wood and kisses all over your neck
- he is obsessed with how you look fresh out of the shower, and he sometimes has to leave the room if you’re getting changed bc you have to go somewhere and you’re on a time crunch so there is no time for a quickie
- he is not the biggest fan of a quickie, he likes to take his time with sex, so if you’re both needing a quickie it’s usually just head
- he tried 69 with you and this man was hooked, he even tried to do it standing up but had to lean against the wall bc he felt so good and thought his knees were gonna buckle
AN: lmk what you think abt this! I can also do a pt 2 to this
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Synopsis: Going on a fair date with Richard who apparently doesn’t like to share
Pairing: Richard Rios x reader
Word count: 1.6k+
a/n: aahhhh tysm for 100 followers guysss 🥹
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THE local fair had opened up about a week ago today and you’d been nagging Richard to go. He didn’t have an issue with going, that wasn’t the problem.
He was simply struggling to make time for it.
Anyways, after lots of planning and convincing around the date, you two were finally getting ready to go. Music blasted inside your shared bedroom.
You were occupying your vanity, doing the finishing touches of your makeup while he was busy combing product through his blonde tips.
You were both going in casual clothing, him being in a simple grey zip up while you were in jeans and a top following the occasion. He stepped out of the bathroom, seeing you still sitting at the very spot he’d left you in. “You ready, meu amor?”
You were pressing your lips together, making sure your gloss gets everywhere and all not a single spot forgotten on your lips “Yeah” You checked yourself out one last time in the mirror before glancing over at the taller male.
“Look at you, you look so good” You never failed to compliment him even though you were well aware of how many women compliment him everyday on social media. But yours were always special.
You made your way over to him, your chests just lightly touching. As much as you wanted to kiss those lips of his, you weren’t trying to mess up your lip combo that you’d just achieved. That received a pout from him. He already knew the reason so he wasn’t even gonna question it.
After a couple of kisses on your neck and cheek, you both trudged out of the house and into the car, his left hand resting comfortably on the steering wheel and the right on your thigh.
The drive wasn’t long— stretching out to be only 30 minutes. The half hour was filled with the both of you singing to music in the car, talking about football, or maybe even the latest gossip that you both noticed about someone.
The parking spaces were full and other cars were following the same pattern of going in and out of rows trying to find one that would fit their car until you guys finally found one.
You two were more than conscious about the attention you would gather but you could only hope people had enough respect.
Walking into the park went by smoothly, you guys still garnered stares but that didn’t stop anything. You rode rides, ate, and took a couple of pictures with any fans that actually came up.
Then it came to the fair games. Everyone knew that for the most part they were rigged for you to not win. Still, Richard told you he would win something for you.
The only thing you had to do was choose which stand had the cutest plushies. First, you two went to a stand where he had to throw baseballs at cups. He’s lucky he’s a professional football player and not a baseball player because none of the shots were hitting the way they were supposed to.
You tried to tell him that you two could go somewhere else but he insisted you guys stayed. He kept throwing and for some reason couldn’t get the cups to knock over.
And suddenly, he could care less about the amount of money he was spending to keep getting balls.
You watched, giggling at his determination to get this plush you wanted. You didn’t even need it, you simply just wanted it and that was enough for him.
Your giggling seemed to cease when the midfielder actually got all 3 cups down with all 3 balls. You jumped excitedly, hands in there air and cheering him on for his victory. He couldn’t seem to believe it either until the employee at the stand shook his hand saying “Congratulations”
“finalmente” (finally) he said with a sigh, throwing his head back as his hands slid down his face. “Which one did you want?” He asked, looking over at you.
Your eyes skimmed all around the stand before your eyes settled on Shadow the Hedgehog. It was a massive one at that. Who knew where that would fit later. It was all about what was happening right now.
He stared in admiration, the sparkle in your eyes and the big smile on your face was worth more than any amount of baseballs he would’ve had to buy to win the stupid plush.
When you finally told the employee which one you wanted, he took it down for you and handed it off to you. Anyone could barely see your figure behind the large thing but it was fine. Even when Richard offered to carry it you denied.
You wanted to show off what he won you.
Just then, as you guys concluded your night and deemed it a success, you could hear a child exclaim loudly to his mother while pointing at you.
“Look mom! They have the big Shadow plushie i wanted”
They were passing by and it was easy to see they were talking about you two. His mom gave an apologetic smile at the two of you as her son stopped just in front of you.
It was clear the boy wanted one of those moments where a stranger was nice enough to pass off their plush. Instead, Richard glanced at you.
He knew your heart and how kind you were but he didn’t go through what he now considers the hardest moment of his life for you to pass it off to a boy you didn’t even know.
He wasn’t mad at the idea but his face told it all. You noticed it when you looked over at him. “Can i..?” You asked him. You literally watched what he went through, it only felt right to ask.
“You want my honest opinion?”
“Yeah” you nodded
“No”
Yeah.. from there you could only bid an apology to the mom and boy before grabbing Richard’s hand and continuing the walk to the car. Who knew he felt so personally about it?
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It wasn’t like you’d meant to distract Rafe while he was on the phone; you knew better than that. But when you heard who he was talking to, you couldn’t help but feel a sharp thread of envy bubble in your stomach, and before you knew it, you slid your hands beneath the waistband of his jeans, easing the zipper down and tugging the fabric just enough to free him.
“Yeah, I’ll- fuck - sorry, stubbed my toe. I’ll see if I can take the boat out for jus’ the two of us.” Rafe breathed out, trying not to moan as you licked a stripe up from the base of his cock to his tip, feeling the ridges of his veins on the flat of your tongue. A pattern you’d almost memorized on every part of your body that could have ever touched it, your mouth, your hands, the plush walls of your insides. The phone’s speaker was tilted away as Rafe whispered your name in a scolding tone, “Cut that shit out.”
The way his face looked at you with both desperation and domination only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more, like they fed off of the realization that even with some other girl demanding his attention, it was still you he reacted to first, like it was his instinct, his loyalty to you written into his bones.
You softly smiled up at him, eyes wide and doe-eyed, as you kitten-licked the precum that leaked from his tip, his cock glistening red and hardened as it twitched from the sensation. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently and hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper, revelling in the way his hand immediately flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to ground himself.
“Y-yeah, Stacey, that sounds perfect,” Rafe choked out, his voice was tight and strained as he fought to keep his composure. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, jaw tight as you bobbed your head, taking him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your mouth, allowing Rafe to buck his hips and fuck your mouth slowly, the wet heat of your tongue dragging against the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The heat in your core started to pulse, your thighs suddenly slick, and the need for Rafe to solely focus on you became more urgent as you ground yourself against your hand to try and relieve some tension. Was it so wrong that he only had eyes for you, or that the boat was your thing only? As Rafe continued to thrust into your mouth, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you, taking him whole and almost completely at his mercy, solely because you were jealous of who he’d been talking to. It wasn’t like he was blind to it; he knew it’d spark the possessive side in you, the side he wished you’d show more often.
Rafe could do whatever he wanted, have whatever he pleased, and genuinely could not give a flying fuck as to what others thought. However, the one thing he’d always wished for was for you to stop pretending you didn’t care. To stop softening the edges of your jealousy, to stop playing it off when he knew damn well how deeply you felt things. He wanted you to be selfish, wanting him loudly, claiming him without apology.
“Dinner sounds good, what time were you thinking?”
You immediately hummed around him in amusement, the vibrations travelling straight through his cock and making him buck his hips involuntarily. You choked a little louder than you would’ve liked, leading Rafe to glare at you as a silent warning to behave. But his pupils widening and now darkened blue eyes gave away how much he was enjoying this. You doubled down, swirling your tongue around the tip before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt and swallowing around him.
“Seven works,” Rafe gritted out, his hand in your hair tugging at your roots as he tried to take control again. “I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up, yeah?” Jus’ you and me, no one else.” He paused, listening to her response. Feeling a surge of possessiveness in you, you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed hard, pulling back with a loud pop which led Rafe to hiss through his teeth into the phone. “Nah I’m just… handling some business right now. But I’m looking forward to Thursday.”
You smirked up at him, drool gathering at the corner of your mouth as you stroked him with your hand, slick with your spit. You leaned down to lap at his balls, taking one gently into your mouth and sucking, knowing it would wreck him.
“Ye-yeah fire away, what did you wanna ask?” Rafe managed to get out as he felt you take him in your mouth again, your fist twisting at the base of his cock as you bobbed your head, tasting him in the process. You heard your name being mentioned as you felt him swell in your mouth, the frantic throbbing pressed against your tongue.
“What does she have to do with this?” Rafe grunted, his hips bucking up involuntarily. His hand shot to the back of your head, not to push you away, but to hold you in place, to anchor himself as you took him to the hilt over and over again. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat with every downward plunge, and you just took it, swallowing around him, the constricting muscles milking him for all he was worth. “Listen you got a problem with her, then I-”
The dam that was built in Rafe for so long finally broke when he looked at the sight of you rubbing your clit while sucking him off with no mercy. He moaned out, thick and heavy, the first spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat. Rafe arched off the couch and buried his face in the crook of his arm, muffling the guttural sounds of his climax as you continued to work him through it, swallowing everything he gave you. His hips jerked with each pulse, a helpless, violent rhythm that spoke of his complete and total surrender to the pleasure you were forcing on him.
Rafe finally came back to himself, his chest heaving. He pulled you off him gently, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. He looked at you: your swollen lips, the smug yet innocent satisfaction in your eyes, and a dark, possessive fire ignited in his gut.
“Then I’m sorry, but this isn’t gonna work out. My best friend’s not a fucking threat.”
Rafe hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, his full attention snapping on you. “You think you’re fucking funny?” he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to crash his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
ᯓ★ making lunch for your boyfriend, jobe bellingham (sfw)
the weather in germany had been unpredictable, with dark clouds, and the heavy with the promise of rain blanketing the sky that casted a gloomy effect over the city. rain began to fall, its coldness tapping against the windows and creating a misty fog that clouded the world outside. inside the shared apartment, a different atmosphere carried, the warmth of the lights fighting back against the chillness, creating a cozy glow that allowed you to move around the kitchen with ease.
club friendlies might not have been the same as high-stakes matches, but to jobe, they always held an importance.
the bathroom was a routine, a place where he prepared himself mentally and physically for the game on the field. steam oozed from the hot shower, filling the room with a thick, warm fog that blurred up the space, the mirror was unusable, its reflective surface ruined by droplets that clung to the cool glass. water ran down the tiles, creating indents that traced along the lines in a unique pattern.
jobe stood before the mirror, his figure a hazy outline in the fogged-up glass. he moved with slowness, each action a part of his pre-game routine. his skincare routine was his act of self-care, each product carefully selected for its benefits. he applied them with perfection, his fingers tracing familiar paths across his face. the scent of his cleanser filling his nose, a blend of citrus and herbs that was as strong as it was soothing.
next came the brushing of his teeth, a quick but thorough process. the minty freshness of his toothpaste was a familiar taste, one that promised the start of his day. he rinsed and spat, watching as the white foam swirled down the drain.
finally, he emerged from the bathroom, his skin glowing from his detailed care and his mind focused on the day ahead. his body felt alive with anticipation, every muscle ready for action. his routine was complete, and he was ready to face whatever the day would bring.
moving in together had been a significant step in your relationship, a leap of faith that had brought you both closer than ever before. jobe’s transfer to germany hadn’t been an unexpected twist in the story of your lives, but you hadn’t hesitated to join him, packing up your life and moving halfway across the world to be by his side.
the shared apartment in the heart of the city had become your peace, a shelter settled in the unfamiliarity of a new country. the walls echoed with shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the comforting hum of your connected lives. the scent of jobe’s cologne mixed with your perfume, creating a unique smell that was as much a part of the apartment as the furniture.
there had been arguments, of course, no couple was immune to them. disagreements over small things like who left the dishes in the sink or whose turn it was to do laundry, but each disagreement, each heated exchange of words, only seemed to strengthen your relationship.
jobe would always return after these arguments of simpleness, chocolates and flowers clutched in his large hands as apology offerings. his eyes would be soft, regret replacing the earlier frustration. his temporary bursts of immaturity replaced by sincere apologies and promises to do better.
“i’m sorry, my love.” he would say, his voice low and sincere. “i’ll try harder next time.” and you knew he meant it, could see it in the honest look in his eyes, feel it in the way his hand squeezed yours.
these moments of negativity were sweet reminders, reminders of the love that carried you together despite the occasional disagreements. they were evidence to your shared commitment to make things work, to grow together, and to explore the unpredictable journey of love hand in hand.
the rhythm of your shared life had become treasured moments to him. his workouts and meal prep were often fulfilled in the environment of the training building, but every so often, you would surprise him with a homemade meal. each dish was proof of love, packed in a whimsical lunch box with a sweet note tucked inside. it was a simple gesture, yet it never failed to light a warm glow in his heart.
the scent of simmering spices ghosted through the apartment, pulling him from his thoughts. “are you making me lunch?” jobe’s voice rumbled from behind you, his words laced with surprise and delight. his large hands found their way around your waist, his fingers gently squeezing your skin in playfulness. the suddenness of his presence startled you, causing you to jump slightly.
“jobe!” you exclaimed, faking annoyance as you turned to face him. his eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched your attempt to maintain an annoyed expression. “you scared me,” you scolded, though the softness in your eyes betrayed your words.
his laughter echoed through the room, a sound that wrapped around you, comfortingly. “i didn’t mean to,” he apologized, his voice still laced with amusement. his hands remained on your waist, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin as he watched you return to your task.
he pressed soft kisses against your shoulder, his eyes watching your hands as they worked. in moments like these, he felt an overwhelming sense of thankfulness. thankful for you, for your care, for the love that you poured into every small action.
he remembered the lonely nights, when he had yearned for his own attention, aching for a single moment of the audience’s undivided focus. the frustration of always being compared to his older brother, the, “better” footballer, was a pill that he had swallowed too many times. the hurtful comments that seemed to forget that he was his own person, not just a shadow of his brother, had left aches on his heart.
but you had never made him feel that way. you saw him, jobe, not as an extension of his family or a second place version of his brother, but as an individual with his own strengths and imperfections.
his thoughts were broken by the feel of your hand in his curls, the gentle tug pulling him back to the present. the scent of your skin, the warmth of your touch, it was all so real and comforting. “don’t space out on me now, jobe. do you want tomatoes or not?” you asked, pointing the knife towards the ripe red vegetable. the playful threat in your voice made him chuckle, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls.
his laughter filled the room again, a sweet and wholesome sound that seemed to breathe life into every corner of the apartment. his eyes sparkled with affection as he looked at you, your hair slightly messy, and flour smudged on your cheek. “i’ll eat them today, yeah. thank you, my love.” his voice was soft, filled with joy and love for you.
he watched as you sliced the tomatoes effortlessly, your movements swift. he couldn’t help but reach out to you, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary.
the kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of home-cooked food and the soft hum of your voice as you continued to prepare the meal. the warmth of your shared love seemed to slip into every room, making the apartment feel more like a home than any place he had ever lived in before.
and at that moment, jobe knew that he wouldn’t trade this simple, domestic life, for anything else in the world.
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── ( j.b. ) jobe is still figuring out how to be someone's boyfriend.
he overthinks almost everything at first. after every date, he'll replay the entire day in his head wondering if he talked too much, if he should've held your hand sooner, or if that joke actually landed. meanwhile, you're already planning the next time you'll see him, completely unaware that he's been analyzing every interaction for the last three hours.
── ( j.b. ) compliments genuinely catch him off guard.
he can take praise on the pitch just fine, but the second you tell him he's handsome or that you missed him, it's like his brain short-circuits. he'll duck his head with a quiet laugh, rub the back of his neck, and mumble something like, "you're just saying that."
he never quite knows what to do with the butterflies you give him.
── ( j.b. ) he always ducks down without realizing it.
whether he's hugging you, listening to you talk in a crowded room, or posing for a picture together, he'll instinctively lower himself so you don't have to strain to reach him. it's become such an unconscious habit that he doesn't even notice anymore until you laugh and tell him he looks like he's folding himself in half just to hear what you're saying.
── ( j.b. ) he accidentally stares at you.
not in an intense way.
more like he'll be listening to you talk, completely invested in whatever story you're telling, only to realize halfway through that he hasn't responded in thirty seconds because he got distracted watching you smile.
when you ask, "why are you looking at me like that?"
he'll blink.
"...sorry."
he doesn't even know he was doing it.
── ( j.b. ) he's awkward whenever he wants a kiss.
instead of just asking, he'll suddenly hover closer than usual. he'll stand beside you in the kitchen for absolutely no reason. sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a couch that definitely has enough space.
look at you.
look away.
look back again.
eventually you sigh, cup his face, and kiss him first. he smiles so hard afterward that you wonder why he didn't just ask.
── ( j.b. ) he's terrified of accidentally hurting you.
he'll hesitate before pulling you into a hug or playfully nudging your shoulder, always second-guessing how much strength he's using. if the two of you are messing around and you dramatically go, "ow," even as a joke, he'll freeze immediately.
"...did i actually hurt you?"
the panic on his face is so genuine that you end up laughing and reassuring him for the next five minutes.
── ( j.b. ) he's constantly reaching for your hand... then second-guesses himself.
his fingers will brush yours while you're walking.
he'll almost intertwine them.
then he'll hesitate for a split second, wondering if now's the right time. you always notice. so you slip your hand into his first. the relieved smile he gives you afterward is so small that anyone else would've missed it.
he still blushes sometimes, but now he'll absentmindedly lean against you while watching a movie or rest his head on your shoulder without thinking. months into the relationship, he'll catch himself doing it and quietly laugh because there was a time when simply holding your hand felt like the bravest thing he'd ever done.
── ( j.b. ) he gets embarrassed when people point out how obvious he is around you.
his teammates don't even have to say anything.
one raised eyebrow after they catch him smiling at his phone is enough.
he immediately flips his screen over.
"what?"
"nothing."
"...why are you lot looking at me like that?"
he already knows. his ears are red before they even answer.
── ( j.b. ) he's terrible at flirting on purpose.
he'll think of something smooth to say. rehearse it in his head. walk over confidently...
and somehow end up asking if you've eaten today. you laugh every single time. he pretends he meant to say that. even though he absolutely didn't.
── ( j.b. ) he remembers tiny details because paying attention comes naturally to him.
you'll mention your favorite snack once, and two weeks later he'll show up with it without making a big deal out of it. he'll notice when you've changed your perfume, when you've cut half an inch off your hair, or when you're quieter than usual. he isn't always the best at finding the perfect words, but he's incredibly observant, and his way of loving often shows up in the little things he notices before anyone else does.
── ( j.b. ) he never stops getting a little nervous around you.
even after months together, there are moments where he'll look at you and have the same butterflies he had on your first date. you'll catch him smiling to himself after you've looked away or hear him laugh quietly when he realizes he's still getting flustered over someone who already calls him theirs. he secretly hopes that feeling never goes away, because to him, it means he'll never stop choosing you.
synopsis — after spending his whole life watching the world choose his older brother first, jobe never expected to meet someone who would make him feel seen. when he and y/n quickly grow inseparable after meeting at a party, he quietly begins to believe that, for once, he might be someone’s first choice. but after seeing her laughing with jude, he convinces himself history is repeating itself. instead of risking another heartbreak, he slowly pushes her away, only to discover that the person she’d been choosing all along was him.
# warnings: faint angst, fluff, hurt/comfort.
# wc: 3,7k
# mia’s note: reqs are closed!!! with sooo much love, mia.
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jobe hated every second of it.
every ignored message, every cancelled plan, every short reply. because every time he did it, he pictured the expression she’d probably make reading it.
the little crease that appeared between her eyebrows whenever she was trying to understand something.
he knew she was confused. he knew she was probably wondering if she’d done something wrong.
and he hated himself for allowing her to think that, but he couldn’t stop. just like y/n, he was protecting himself from what he was convinced will damn him for life, coming second to his older brother.
because every time he imagined seeing her again, he also imagined seeing her look at jude the way she’d looked at him on the patio.
warm, comfortable. interested.
he’d spent his entire life watching people choose his brother first. teachers remembered jude’s name before they remembered his.
coaches compared them, reporters asked about jude before asking about him.
fans wanted photographs with jude. brands wanted jude.
everyone wanted jude. he’d learned to live with it, he really had.
because none of those things had ever belonged to him in the first place.
but y/n was different. she was the first thing he’d quietly allowed himself to hope might actually become his.
not in a possessive way, just someone who had chosen him first. someone who looked around crowded rooms and instinctively smiled when she found him.
if she chose jude too, he wasn’t sure he’d know how to survive hearing, “it’s not your fault, jobe.”
because he’d heard versions of that sentence his whole life.
“you’re just different.”
“don’t compare yourself.”
“people can’t help it.”
he knew they meant well. and it never hurt any less.
a week later, training finished early. the weather had turned grey, thin rain drifting lazily across the city.
jobe decided to grab a coffee before driving home.
as he turned onto the high street, his footsteps slowed.
across the road, through the rain speckled window of a small café, he saw them.
jude and y/n.
they were sitting opposite each other, with two mugs between them. she was talking with both hands, animated in the way she always became whenever she forgot to be self conscious.
jude listened carefully before laughing.
she laughed too. then shook her head, smiling as though she was teasing him.
from where jobe stood behind the rain, they looked easy. comfortable like they belonged there.
he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly know, that she’d asked jude to meet because she was worried. that she’d wanted to ask if he’d noticed something different about jobe.
that she’d spent nearly the entire conversation anxiously wondering whether she’d accidentally hurt him.
all he saw was the one image he’d been trying desperately to convince himself wasn’t real. his brother, and the girl he’d fallen hopelessly in love with, choosing each other’s company.
he stood there for several long seconds, the rain slowly dampened the shoulders of his jacket.
he felt so defeated. it wasn’t jealousy, he was just so hurt, because life had been so unfair to him.
y/n never belonged to him, but she was the closest thing he ever had to being his. what he had prayed to keep.
inside the café, neither of them looked toward the window, neither of them saw him.
he lowered his head, turned around, and walked away.
he didn’t feel like he’d been left behind, he felt replaced.
it lasted another five days.
five days of pretending nothing was wrong. five days of checking her messages without replying straight away.
five days of rehearsing conversations in his head that never happened. five days of missing her so badly it almost became physical.
he still reached for his phone whenever something reminded him of her. he still instinctively looked for the black jacket she always wore whenever he walked into cafés.
he still caught himself turning to say something before remembering she wasn’t beside him anymore.
every habit he’d built around her remained, only she was gone from them. or rather he’d removed her himself.
and that made it worse. because every lonely evening, every quiet drive home, every meal eaten alone wasn’t something fate had handed him, he had chosen it.
he kept telling himself it was better this way. better to disappear now than stand there and watch her slowly realize she’d rather have jude.
he’d survive leaving before she could leave him.
that thought comforted him for about five minutes at a time, then he’d remember the look on her face the last time they’d properly laughed together. the way she’d smiled whenever she’d managed to make him blush.
the cinnamon pastry.
and he’d wonder if he’d just thrown away the happiest thing that had happened to him in years.
y/n had reached the end of guessing. she’d replayed every conversation, every message, every moment at the party.
she’d asked herself whether she’d accidentally embarrassed him or said something insensitive.
whether she’d become too much. whether he’d simply stopped liking her.
none of the answers fit, because none of it matched the boy she’d gotten to know.
jobe wasn’t someone who disappeared. if something bothered him, he usually went quiet, but never cruel. but this silence felt deliberate, which hurt far more than anger ever could have.
anger, at least, came with an explanation. silence left too much room for imagination.
she found herself standing outside the training ground before she’d fully decided she was going there. the autumn air had turned crisp enough that every breath lingered white for a second before disappearing.
players were beginning to filter out through the gates in little groups.
she spotted jude first, and he noticed her almost immediately.
his smile appeared automatically before fading into something more puzzled. “y/n?”
she offered a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.“hi.”
“everything alright?”
she hesitated. “have you seen jobe?”
jude glanced over his shoulder toward the building. “he’ll be out in a minute.”
his gaze drifted back to her to he study her face for another second. “what happened?”
she looked away. a slow breath left her lungs. “i don’t know.”
those three words sounded far smaller spoken aloud than they’d felt inside her head.
“he just…” she swallowed. “…he won’t talk to me anymore.”
the confusion on jude’s face deepened. “what?”
“i don’t know what i’ve done.”
“you haven’t done anything.”
“how do you know?”
“because he’d have told me.”
she let out a humourless little laugh. “apparently he doesn’t tell anyone.”
before jude could answer the doors opened again and jobe stepped outside. training bag slung over one shoulder, head lowered as he zipped up his jacket against the cold.
he almost walked straight past them. almost.
then he looked up, and everything inside him stopped.
for a second none of them moved. engines started and doors slammed. but it all sounded strangely distant, because all jobe could see was her.
she looked tired. there were faint shadows beneath her eyes.
she’d tucked her hands into the sleeves of her jumper the way she always did whenever she felt awkward.
she looked sad. and he knew, with sickening certainty, he’d put that expression there.
jude looked between the two of them once. “i’m gonna leave you two to it.”
neither of them answered, and he walked away anyway.
the silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. months of easy conversation had somehow become impossibly difficult.
jobe shifted his weight from one foot to the other. his grip tightened around the strap of his training bag.
“hi,” her eyes searched his face.
“hi,” his voice sounded unfamiliar. rough.
she noticed. he hadn’t been sleeping well. she could see it, his jaw looked tighter. his shoulders more tense.
even the smile he tried giving her looked tired.
she hated how relieved she felt just hearing him speak, but that relief quickly gave way to frustration.
“can we talk?”
he nodded almost immediately. “yeah.”
they ended up walking without deciding where, the training ground disappeared behind them.
neither of them seemed in any hurry to fill the silence.
for weeks, she’d imagined this conversation, rehearsed dozens of openings.
none of them seemed right anymore. but finally, she stopped walking.
he did too.
there was a small park beside the road, nearly empty except for rain dark benches and leaves scattered across the paths.
she turned to face him fully. “i need you to tell me what’s happened,” her voice wasn’t angry. “because i’ve spent weeks wondering if i hurt you,” she looked down at the pavement for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “and i can’t keep inventing reasons.”
jobe felt something inside his chest crack.
she’d been carrying this too. while he’d been trying to protect himself, he’d forgotten she’d been hurting as well.
he looked away. towards anywhere but her.
“you didn’t.”
“then what was it?”
he stayed silent. and she waited, but he still didn’t answer.
her shoulders dropped as she whispered, “please,” barely louder than the wind. “don’t make me guess anymore.”
he closed his eyes. he’d spent years swallowing this feeling, years pretending it didn’t exist.
years telling everyone,including himself, that he didn’t care. because admitting it felt unfair.
it wasn’t jude’s fault. it wasn’t anybody’s fault. but that didn’t stop it from hurting.
his voice came out almost as a whisper. “i saw you.”
she frowned slightly. “what?”
“at the party,” his throat tightened. “with jude.”
she blinked. “oh.”
“then…” he laughed quietly, without any humour in it. “…i saw you again,” he looked down at his shoes. “…at the café.”
he rubbed one hand across the back of his neck, buying himself another few seconds because suddenly breathing felt difficult.
“…and i just…” his voice wavered just enough that the last word came out uneven. “…i thought…”
he couldn’t finish.
y/n stared at him confused. “…thought what?”
he squeezed his eyes shut.
and for the first time ever, he said the thing he’d never let himself say aloud.
“…i thought you’d chosen him.”
the words hung between them. settling deep in between them.
he kept talking before he could lose the courage. “everyone always does. it’s always jude,” he shook his head quickly.“not because he’s done anything wrong. he’s—he’s my brother.”
his eyes had begun to sting. “i love him. he’s never tried to take anything from me. he never would.”
another breath. “…people just…” his voice barely carried. “…they always look at him first.”
his shoulders slumped as though something heavy had finally slipped off them. “my whole life…” he stared at the wet pavement. “…i’ve always come second.”
there was no bitterness. only exhaustion that came from carrying something for years.
“and then i met you.”
his eyes finally lifted to hers. they were red around the edges, vulnerable in a way she’d never seen before.
his expression held no pride anymore. no attempt to appear unaffected. “you were the first person…” his voice trembled. “…who looked for me.”
his throat tightened again. “…who remembered things about me… who chose to spend time with me.”
he smiled sadly. “…i didn’t even realize how much i’d started hoping,” another shaky breath. “then i saw you with him.”
his gaze fell again. “…and i just… thought history had caught up with me.”
his fingers curled tighter around the strap of his bag.
“i liked you so much,” the confession was barely audible. “more than i’ve ever liked anyone.”
he smiled through the hurt. “and i knew…” his eyes closed again. “…if you chose him… i don’t think i would’ve survived standing there and watching it happen.”
the silence afterwards felt endless, because everything he’d spent a lifetime hiding was finally out in the open.
jobe looked less like a footballer people admired, and more like the little brother who had spent years wondering what it felt like to be chosen first.
for a long moment y/n couldn’t speak.
the world carried on around them as though nothing extraordinary had happened, and in the middle of all of it stood a boy who had just handed her the most fragile part of himself with both hands, trusting she wouldn’t drop it.
she looked at him. at the boy underneath all of it. the one who had spent years convincing himself he didn’t mind standing in someone else’s shadow.
the one who had smiled every time someone introduced him as jude’s little brother.
the one who had learned to make peace with being overlooked.
until he’d met her.
her chest tightened painfully. she’d never realized how lonely he’d been. how he felt.
the person she had grown to feel so fond of was hurting and she had no idea.
“jobe.”
his name came out softer than she’d intended.
he still couldn’t quite meet her eyes. as though saying all of that aloud had exhausted whatever courage he’d been holding onto.
his shoulders looked strangely small now. the tension that had kept his posture straight for weeks had disappeared, leaving only quiet defeat.
he genuinely believed he’d lost her. he genuinely believed she’d chosen someone else.
what hurt most was realizing he’d accepted that as inevitable. as if it wasn’t even something worth fighting for.
she took a few slow steps toward him until barely half a metre separated them.
“look at me,” there wasn’t an ounce of anger in her voice, only tenderness.
he hesitated before finally lifting his head. his eyes were still glassy.
he looked frightened. not of her, of whatever answer she was about to give.
y/n felt her heart crack. “you’ve spent weeks convincing yourself of something that was never true.”
he frowned ever so slightly.
she could almost see him preparing himself for rejection anyway.
for the gentle but…
the apology. the explanation.
she smiled sadly. “do you know what jude and i were talking about at that party?”
he shook his head.
“he was telling me the story about how you tried to teach him to bake when you were younger.”
confusion flickered across his face. “what?”
“a mutual friend mentioned you’d nearly set the smoke alarm off,” the corner of her mouth lifted. “apparently neither of you knew you had to grease the tin.”
he blinked. “that’s…”
“…embarrassing?”
“…yeah. it really is.”
she watched his expression carefully, confusion slowly replace heartbreak. “that was it. we’d met a couple of times before at parties. i already knew who he was.”
she shrugged lightly. “he’s your brother. of course we’d spoken,” she paused. “but i wasn’t standing there because i wanted to get to know him,” her voice softened even further. “i was standing there because i wanted stories about you. i liked hearing about little jobe.”
his eyebrows pulled together. “what?”
“the one who cried because he accidentally stepped on a snail.”
his eyes widened. “he told you that?”
“he seemed very proud of it.”
“i was six.”
a tiny, helpless sound escaped him. somewhere between a laugh and complete disbelief.
she took another small step. close enough now that she could see the tiny freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.
close enough to notice how tired he looked. how much weight he’d seemed to carry these past weeks.
“and the café?”
he didn’t think she owed him any explanations, but he had been so vulnerable already, and he really wanted to know.
she continued. “i asked jude to meet me.”
his face fell again for a second and she immediately reached for his hand. threading her fingers around his because she couldn’t bear the thought of him retreating back into his own head.
his hand was cold. hers tightened gently.
“because i thought you’d stopped liking me.”
he looked up so quickly she almost smiled.
“i wanted to know if you’d said something to him. if training had been difficult or if something had happened that you hadn’t wanted to tell me.”
she let out a quiet breath. “i spent almost an hour asking your brother if he’d noticed you seemed… sad.”
she laughed softly to herself, though there wasn’t much humour in it. “and all that time…” she looked down at their joined hands. “…you thought i was on a date with him.”
the silence that followed felt completely different from the one before.
jobe’s mouth parted slightly. he looked almost dazed.
“you…” his voice was rough. “…you were asking about me?”
she looked at him as though the answer couldn’t possibly be anything else. “who else would i have been asking about?”
he swallowed hard. she watched the movement in his throat. watched his eyes search her face over and over again, as though he was trying to find the hidden catch.
the part where she changed her mind. the part where she admitted she’d been trying to spare his feelings.
there wasn’t one. she could see him struggling to believe it.
years of being second weren’t undone by one conversation, they had become instinct. an old wound didn’t stop hurting because someone finally bandaged it.
so she didn’t rush him.
she stayed there, holding his hand, and waiting.
after a long while, he whispered. “why me?”
it was such a quiet question that someone walking past would’ve missed it entirely.
every ounce of disbelief tucked inside those two words.
not do you like me?
not are you sure?
“because you’re you.”
he looked unconvinced. she expected that.
“you listen. you notice when i’m cold before i do. you always walk closest to the road.”
his eyes dropped to the ground for a second.
she continued. “you blush every single time someone compliments you and you smile like you’re trying not to.”
“you make room for everyone else before yourself. and…” her voice became almost a whisper. “…i’ve never once spent time with you and wished i was talking to somebody else.”
she stepped even closer until there was barely any space left between them.
“i didn’t choose jude. i never would. i chose you the first night you stood there defending plain water like it was a personality trait.”
a laugh escaped him. he rubbed one hand across his face in embarrassment. “i’ve been such an idiot.”
she shook her head immediately. “no you haven’t.”
“i’ve been scared.”
he closed his eyes.
“yeah. i know.”
she lifted her free hand slowly and carefully. giving him every opportunity to pull away if he wanted.
he leaned into it before he’d even realized he was doing it.
her palm settled against his cheek warm and gentle.
the roughness of faint stubble brushed against her skin.
he let out the smallest breath. weeks of tension seemed to leave him all at once.
“you know what hurt me most?” she whispered.
he looked at her.
“you didn’t think i liked your brother.”
“i can understand why you were afraid, but you thought you had to lose me by yourself.”
his eyes closed again. a tiny crease appeared between his brows. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry.”
she smiled. then, without another word, she leaned forward the final inch.
she gave him every chance to stop her.
he didn’t.
he watched her coming closer, his eyes searching hers one last time, almost as though he still couldn’t quite believe she was here. that she hadn’t walked away after everything he’d confessed.
their foreheads brushed first. a feather light touch.
she felt the shaky breath leave him, warm against her face, and for a brief second they stayed there, noses almost touching, sharing the same quiet air.
“can i?” she whispered.
he answered with the smallest nod. so small it was almost imperceptible.
when their lips finally met, it wasn’t hurried.
it was impossibly gentle. a soft, lingering press, tentative enough that it felt like both of them were still asking permission even after the kiss had begun.
jobe froze for the briefest heartbeat. he’d imagined this moment so many times that reality almost felt unreal.
then, slowly, he kissed her back. carefully like she was something precious.
his hand lifted from his side with obvious hesitation before settling lightly against her waist, fingertips barely resting there, afraid that holding her too tightly might somehow break the moment.
y/n smiled against his lips.
she could actually feel the nervous little exhale that escaped him. it made her heart ache.
her fingers slipped gently from his cheek into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, not pulling him closer, just resting there, reassuring him without words that she wasn’t going anywhere.
the kiss deepened only by time. not by urgency. it lingered because neither of them seemed ready to be the first one to let go.
because after weeks of distance, of misunderstandings and lonely nights spent believing the other had slipped away, this felt like finding home again.
when they finally drew apart, it wasn’t by much.
their noses still brushed. she could still feel the warmth of his breath.
his eyes remained closed for another second before opening slowly.
there was something wonderfully unguarded about the way he looked at her now. like the walls he’d spent years building had quietly crumbled away.
his forehead found hers again almost instinctively.
a shaky laugh escaped him. “i’ve wanted to do that since the second coffee.”
she laughed quietly. “second?”
“i was trying to be realistic. i’d already decided after the first.”
she realized then, this was the first time since they’d met that he wasn’t carrying the weight of comparison on his shoulders.
for the first time in his life, someone had looked at both brothers, known them both, spent time with both, and still chosen him.
as they walked back toward the training ground together, their hands remained intertwined almost shyly, their fingers fitting together as though they’d been searching for each other all along.
halfway there, jobe glanced down at their joined hands before looking back at her. “so…”
“hm?”
“does this mean they’re dates now?”
she looked up at him with a grin that reached all the way to her eyes. “i think we’ve been about six weeks late to that conversation.”
he laughed again.
then, without thinking, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed the softest kiss against her knuckles.
no hesitation. no fear. just quiet certainty. because jobe wasn’t shy, he just didn’t know if he was allowed to take up space in her life.
now, jobe bellingham didn’t feel like somebody’s little brother. he felt like someone’s first choice, and he was selfish enough to now feel like she belonged to him.
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