Raw Dog

Raw Dog

Summary: Kylian Mbappe x reader, breeding kink SMUT!

Kylian was a sucker for raw dogging, he couldn’t even remember the last time he bought condoms. He loved the idea of coming inside you, risking the possibility of impregnating you. The thought of filling your cunt with his seed did unimaginable things to him. He didn’t mind if you actually ended up pregnant because in all honesty, that was his primary goal. It was the ultimate way of marking you as his, and only his. 

Ditching the condom was a mutual thing and you were fully aware of this kink. The both of you agreed on using other forms of safe sex, such as birth control. You didn’t mind this at all, you actually enjoyed and encouraged it, the both of you benefiting from the immense pleasure. You loved feeling every ridge of his cock as he rammed himself inside you and he loved the raw feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his girth. 

He would be on top of you, missionary style. His thrusts were slow but rough, dragging out and slamming back in. You would be under him, holding onto his back, nails leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders. He held your hips against the bed, anchoring you down as his hips did all the work. Your eyes would be slammed shut, enhancing the feeling of his cock stretching you to your limit. He grunted with each thrust, your walls getting tighter and tighter. 

“I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he whispered huskily in your ear. He slipped out of you, earning a whimper from you. He stood at the edge of the bed and dragged you towards him. You giggled as he placed your legs over his shoulders, giving him more access to your pulsating cunt. He didn’t even hesitate, his large cock ramming into you. You moaned loudly, your wet walls welcoming him instantly. You stared up at him, mouth agape as moans and whimpers spilled out. He watched your face intently, loving the way your cheeks were flushed and the way you whispered his name.

“So beautiful…full of my cock,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible. He looked down, watching his cock appear and disappear with each thrust. His dick twitched inside you, and you knew he was close. He placed his thumb on your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves. This sent you over the edge, legs quivering as the knot in your stomach unraveled. The warmth of your juices triggering his release, filling you with his cum. He grunted and stilled himself, making sure every ounce of his seed was buried deep inside you. He pulled out slowly, his cock completely limp. He kept your legs in the air, smirking as he watched his cum drip out of your cunt.

HI i wanna ask u if u could do a fic where u have to shave ur private parts but u r pregnant and ur belly is way too big to see anything so u ask for a help from kylian even though u were so shy

Third Trimester Problems

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian helps you shave

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Kylian Mbappé x Wife!you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.3k

Warnings! FLUFF, sweet husband Kylina, NSFW! SMUT (18+), oral sex (f receiving), shower sex?, reader is feral, you're hornyyy

Third trimester.

The worst part of your pregnancy so far.

You are so big and bloated, you can't see your own feet anymore. You can barely walk. Even simple things like bending down to tie your shoes—an act you once performed with ease—have become impossible.

You hate this.

Don't get you wrong. You love carrying your little angel inside of you. You really do. But your body has become a stranger to you. Swollen ankles, aching back, the constant pressure on your pelvis – it all feels like too much. Clothes don't fit right, shoes are a challenge, and even breathing feels like an effort.

Nights are the hardest. You toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing. You sleep too late and wake up too early. Kylian tries to help, buying you all the pillows in the world but nothing helps.

You just want your normal body back.

And today, yet another problem appears.

You look down at the razor in your hand and sigh. You've been meaning to shave for the past week, but your belly is way too big to see anything. It's been weeks since you last shaved your vagina and now the hair has grown back so much you're afraid you'll get a razor burn.

But you need to shave. You hate your pubic hair on yourself and can't stand it if it gets too long.

You know you need help. You know it. But the thought of Kylian seeing you in such a vulnerable state, exposed and struggling, is almost as uncomfortable as the itchiness from the hair itself.

It shouldn't be this hard. After all, he's seen you naked before. Seen you in the most vulnerable positions. You've had sex for crying out loud. He's literally been inside you. He's the father of your child, for Christ's sake!

But there's something different about this.

It's humiliating.

You feel so exposed, so vulnerable. You are literally asking your husband to help you with your personal hygiene, an area of your body only he should ever see. It's almost too intimate. Almost as if he was helping you pee or something.

You bite your lip, considering your options.

You could try to shave on your own. It's possible, you could do that. But the thought of accidentally cutting yourself is scary enough to make you decide against it.

So, there's no other option really. You'll just have to ask Kylian for help.

You swallow the lump in your throat and slowly walk back to the bedroom where Kylian is lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, absorbed in whatever he's doing on it. He looks up as you enter, his brow furrowing in confusion at you wrapped in a towel. Not that he wasn't enjoying the view.

"Hey," he says, sitting up on the bed. "Are you okay?" He notices your face is red and sweaty, and the razor in your hand. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

You hesitate, your cheeks flushing as you consider how to word this.

"Umm… I was trying to shave…" You say, gesturing towards the razor in your hand.

Kylian looks confused.

"…and?" He encourages when you fail to finish your sentence.

You take a deep breath.

"I can't see anything because of my belly so I need your help…"

Kylian stares at you for a second, his eyebrows shooting up in shock.

"Oh."

You feel your cheeks heat up even more as you see realization dawn on him. He looks so shocked and confused and you feel so embarrassed.

"I-I mean if you don't want to help, I understand… It's really embarrassing. I don't expect you to… I just… I couldn't think of anyone else…" You start rambling, your words getting faster and more jumbled the more you speak.

Kylian blinks.

"Wait, wait, wait. I didn't say that at all," he says, frowning. "I'll help, of course. I just wasn't expecting that."

He smiles sheepishly as he takes in your panicked expression.

"Oh, baby… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel so bad." He walks over to you, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your forehead. His hands drift down to your belly gently caressing. "I'll do it. Of course, I will."

He looks up at you.

"What do you need me to do?"

You exhale in relief.

"Thank you," you breathe leaning your body on him a little, feet aching from your earlier efforts.

"It's not a problem. What do you need me to do?" He asks again.

"I-I think we should go into the bathroom…" You gesture to the bathroom. "I need to sit down… And you'll have to use the razor…"

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry.

"And you'll have to… Look at me…"

Kylian blinks, his mouth curling up in amusement. "Bébé, you do realize I've seen your pussy before right? I did put a baby in there after all."

You nod, blushing.

"I know… But… This feels different… I-I just can't explain it."

Kylian chuckles, shaking his head. You're so cute when you're shy. His beautiful wife. He kisses your forehead gently. "Come on then."

You lead the way into the bathroom, Kylian following you. He closes the door behind him, locking it out of habit. Still a little traumatized from Ethan walking in on you guys last time he stayed over.

You walk over to the shower, and sit down on the stool Kylian had placed there for you two weeks ago. The metal is cold against your ass, but you're grateful for the soothing feeling against your hot skin. You look up at Kylian.

"What now?"

Kylian shrugs.

"Well… You need to open your legs, right? I can't see anything like this." He gestures to the towel between your legs.

You nod, your face heating up as you part your legs for him, lifting one leg and placing it on the side of the bath. You can't help but feel a little self-conscious as you spread your legs for your husband. You know he's seen you naked before. Seen you in even more vulnerable positions. But this still feels weird.

Kylian smiles as he looks at you. He can't help but appreciate the view. Your thighs are smooth and creamy, soft and inviting. Your pussy is bare and wet, your juices dripping out and down your thigh, leaving a sticky trail on your leg. It's so pretty. He wants to lick it. He wants to eat you out.

He swallows, trying not to let his thoughts get away with him.

"So, you want me to shave it?" He asks, trying to distract himself.

You nod.

"Yes please."

Kylian takes a seat on his knees between your legs, looking at you.

"What do you want me to shave off?" He asks. "All of it?"

You nod your head.

"Yes, please." You whisper breathless. The way he's looking so intensely at your pussy is doing something to you. Another downside of your third trimester. The constant horniness.

He nods.

"Okay. I can do that."

He takes the razor out of your hand and leans forward, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. Your legs shake slightly, but you leave them open for him, giving him full access.

Kylian takes your other leg and lifts it up on the edge of the bath too. Now both your legs are spread, giving him the perfect view. He looks at you, taking in the sight of you spread before him.

You're so pretty.

Your legs spread, pussy exposed for him. You are so pretty. You are so soft and pretty and pink and all his. His pretty baby girl. His wife. God, he wants you.

Kylian leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your pussy lips, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. You feel so sensitive. It's all so intense.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He wants you so badly. Wants to eat you out and lick you and finger you. Wants to feel you come on his tongue. But he'll be good. You need this.

He licks your pussy lips gently and you gasp.

"K-Kylian," you gasp. "you're supposed to shave, not… Not…"

He smiles as he places one last soft kiss on your pussy lips. Using all his willpower to stop himself from devouring you on this bathroom floor.

"I know, I know… I just needed a little taste." He leans back slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to start now," he says, his voice low and soothing. "Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable."

With that, he gets to work. His fingers are tender as he applies the shaving cream, the coolness of it making you shiver. He’s focused, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

He works with a practiced ease, carefully maneuvering around the contours of your belly, the razor gliding smoothly over the skin. You close your eyes, trying to block out the awareness of his closeness.

The sound of the razor and the slight tug of the hair being shaved away are oddly arousing. You feel your pussy throb as he gets closer and closer to your clit.

You're so horny. So turned on by this whole situation.

You shouldn't be. But you're so exposed, so vulnerable. Your pussy spread out on display for him. You feel so embarrassed but so turned on at the same time.

When you stare at his face, you can see that he's concentrating on shaving you, but you can tell he's enjoying this too. The way his tongue is sticking out of his mouth slightly, the way his eyes are fixed on your pussy. He likes this.

And it makes you so horny. Why did you ever deny him this?

You want him to touch you. You want him to eat you out, to kiss you, to finger you. You want him to fuck you.

"Kylian," you say, your voice a whisper. "I'm so horny." You flush as the words leave your mouth. This is really not the time.

You feel his hand pause for a second before he continues shaving. "Let me finish first," he murmurs. "And then I'll take care of you."

You nod, your face flushing.

He finishes up quickly, cleaning up any last hairs. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation of what's to come. You can't wait.

When he’s finished, he gently washes away the excess cream making sure to be very thorough for what was coming next. He couldn't wait to taste you.

He tosses the used razor in the trash and washes his hands before he looks at you, taking in your flushed face and your spread legs. "Do you want me to eat you out?" He asks, his voice low and husky. "Or do you want me to fuck you?" He asks. "You have to decide."

You look up at him, swallowing.

"Eat me out," you whisper. "I want you to eat me out."

Kylian grins, leaning forward, the scent of the aftershave and your arousal exciting him.

"I'll make sure you come for me," he whispers his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. "gonna make you scream my name." He rasps, spreading your legs further apart. He places a kiss on your mound and you sigh as he makes his way down towards your pussy. He licks up your slit, making you moan.

"Mmm," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your pussy. "My horny girl."

You feel him flick his tongue against your clit and you gasp, your hips bucking upwards.

"Oh, fuck Kylian."

And with that, he dives forward disappearing behind your belly. You let out a gasp as you feel his lips wrap around your bundle of never. You can't see him the way he's moving is amazing. The pleasure shoots through you, your legs trembling.

He eats you out with vigor, like a man starved. Someone who hasn't eaten in weeks. Even though he had you this morning. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, eating you out greedily. His tongue laps at your folds before he flicks your clit with his tongue. You moan, your back arching and your head falling back.

This feels so good. Too good.

You're already close.

You moan his name, your thighs shaking.

"Kylian," you cry out. "Please!"

You feel his smile against your pussy as he continues licking, his tongue circling your clit. He can taste how close you are, your juices running down his chin. You're dripping wet for him. He wants to lap it all up.

He moans into your pussy, his tongue working overtime against your clit, and you feel your orgasm approach.

"Oh, fuck," you moan. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck."

And with that, your orgasm hits you. Like a freight train.

You cry out, your hips bucking upwards, your pussy throbbing against his lips. He laps up your juices as you cum for him, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. You moan, your body shuddering and your thighs quaking.

Kylian laps up your cum as he continues licking you, drawing out your orgasm, hand softly rubbing at your swollen belly. Your baby is kicking now, disturbed by the movements of your body. It makes his heart melt despite the eroticness of the situation. He still can't believe that you're pregnant with his child.

He continues until you can't take it anymore. Your legs shaking and your body shuddering.

He pulls back, his face glistening with your juices. You look down at him, your face flushed and your chest heaving. Kylian smiles, leaning over your belly carefully not to put his weight to place a soft kiss on your lips. You taste yourself on his mouth. He smiles.

"Better?" He asks, his voice husky. His lips swollen from eating you out.

You nod, smiling.

"Yeah. Better." You whisper.

Kylian nods, "Good," he says, standing up and pulling you into his arms carefully of your belly in the way. "Time to shower."

-Bianca🌻

Family's Growing

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kylian has baby fever, dirty thoughts, baby talk, breeding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding/pregnancy kink goes burrrr, daddy used in a sexual context, begging, creampies, finger fucking and sucking lol, cum play.

Word Count: 1,615

Author's Note: okay I'm finally back on track with these - yes I know Tuesday is over but please look past that lol.

merry smutmas series

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Kylian finds himself swooning over how good you are with his niece and nephew, the thought of having a family with you spins around his head. 

Christmas was a time for family and that seemed to be the only thing on your boyfriend's mind.

The two of you had gone over to his parents' place for Christmas dinner, all of his cousins were there as well as their kids. Kylian was not the favourite uncle for no reason, all of them knew they were getting good gifts in bountiful amounts too.

The tree in the living room that was once full with presents were now opened, the floor covered in wrapping paper. It was only two kids, his cousin's son and daughter, and Ethan if you counted him as well; and yet, it seemed like Kylian had bought the entirety of Paris for them.

Kylian watches as you lay on the floor with his niece and nephew, the three of you putting together a tower made of legos, whispering and giggling as you built the tower.

He smiles to himself as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him isn't sure what he did to be so lucky, to have a career as great as his and to have a girlfriend who's so loving and kind and supportive. You loved his family like your own, right now was a prime example.

Seeing you with kids always did something for him, you had a maternal nature about you, anyone who met you could see that.

The thought crossed his mind many times, how nice it would be to start a family with you. You two had spoken about it ages ago, when you began dating. You both decided that you'd revisit the idea when you were more stable in life and that you were now. Both you and Kylian were stable in careers, you two lived together, you had been together for a while and you had the means to raise a child.

He couldn't see where it would be a no.

As much as he wanted a kid with you, the idea of making a kid was much more appealing.

Clothes on the floor, hands all over each other, watching as you begged him to cu- "You okay?" Ethan asks his older brother, breaking his thought.

Kylian clears his throat. "Yeah," he nods, a smile on his face as you glance over your shoulder at him.

"They love her," Ethan nods towards you with the kids, "y/n's always been good with them."

"She was good with you too," Kylian teased his brother. You two had begun dating just before his World Cup win, the two of you barely 18 years old and Ethan was 12 - still a child in his brother's eyes and he always will be.

Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother's comment.

After some time, the kids started to get tired which was their parents' signal to head out. You and Kylian left not too shortly after that as well.

Your boyfriend finds you in the kitchen after he changes for bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind whilst your elbows propped on the counter as you waited for the kettle to boil.

"Something on your mind, baby?" You asked him, twirling the string attached to your tea bag.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

Kylian hums. "Kids."

His answer catches you off guard, you turn to face the man with a confused look on your face. "Kids?"

He shrugs, smiling. "Seeing you with the little ones today, I don't know - it got me thinking. It'd be nice to have our own, don't you think?" His hand rests on your hip, thumb disappearing under the hem of your shirt.

A glance at your boyfriend's hand, your eyebrows raised. "Do you really mean having kids or making kids?"

You can't help the laugh, kissing your boyfriend. The man wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Kylian picks you up, holding you tightly as he kisses you and carries you over to the couch.

Kylian puts you down, sitting on the couch for a moment as he looks at you. You take that as your sign to undress.

The silk shorts sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the tank top and that leaves you in the blue set he loves. You reach behind to unhook your bra but Kylian stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the couch. 

He puts you to lay on the couch, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Kylian drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy. He gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

Kylian's fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Keeks, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger. 

Your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Kylian can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. 

He can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

Kylian knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more, he gives in. 

"Please," you whimpered.

"What, mon ange ? Tell me."

You look at the man between your legs. "Fuck me."

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it. 

“Gonna let me fill you up princess? Hm?” He asks, shifting to line himself up with your cunt. You nodded eagerly, your leg hitching on his hip.

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do. 

The tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. Your back arches, hips jutting forward to meet his.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he's in charge.

Kylian wanted to hear you.

His hand now on your chin. “C’mon amour, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. His big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Kylian lets you fall back onto the couch, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again. You were close enough that you could taste it.

“So good for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.

“Uh huh,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you. Your head drops back onto the couch, begging him to let you cum.

He lets you drop back, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Kylian cums too.

The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Kylian pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You lay there for a while, Kylian on top of you, your leg tossed on his hip as his head rests on your sternum. Your fingers drag over his shoulders, the man humming quietly.

"We should do that again," he whispers.

You laughed, "keep it up and we'll end up with a baby by next Christmas."

Kylian nods, kissing you. "Let's try again then."

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Roses & Kisses

Plot: (requested) In which Reader gets an unexpected gift from her Ex-Boyfriend and Kylian gets jealous.

Genre: Smut, Dom! Kylian

A/N: You’ve been waiting for this

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Graduation day.

This day is one of the best moments in your life. It is one of those moments that you will never forget.

Something that you have been waiting for all your life. It is the day you were going to see your parents happy and proud of you. The day your life would change for good.

It is an eventful day.

Starting with an hour of boring speeches (broken up only by a few daring clowns that bring inflatable balls to bat around - which the crowd and students loved, but teachers hated).

Followed by 10 minutes of worry as you wait for your name to be called while shuffling up toward a stage.

Then a few quick seconds of relief when your name actually is called. A few hand shakes as they give you a piece of rolled up paper.

Then, intense happiness as you launch your cap skyward.

You search for your family real quick. They congratulate you. Behind the crowd you glance at your boyfriend’s car.

You know it is a risk for him to show up in a crowded place, so you appreciate the ‘under cover’ appearance.

You say goodbye to your friends and family and get into his car before someone notices.

It was different with him.

From the laughs, to the kisses, to the sweet silent exchanges — being with him nurtured every part of you.

Kylian insisted you two go to the student residence instead of his home. You wondered why that would be, but he said he’d explain later on.

When you reach your room you’re surprised. You’re still in disbelief that it’s all done, as you stare at the little rolled up piece of paper you received a few hours ago.

Kylian smiles when you close the door, removing his sunglasses and cap. They didn’t really do a good job at hiding his identity, but then again it was nearly summer and most of the students didn’t really dwell around campus.

“So...” He tucks his hands in his pockets as he steps closer to you. “My smart girl has graduated at last.”

You nod, smiling.

“Your smart girl is also hungry and is wondering if you’ll take her out for dinner.” You hug his neck and he grins before pecking your sweet lips.

You were willing to go for another kiss, but there’s a knock on the door. You furrow your brows and he gives you a questioning look.

“I thought your roommate was visiting her parents abroad?”

“She is..” You answer.

You head to the door and look through the peep hole.

“Oh, that’s nice!” You cheer, smiling at him.

“Qui est-ce? (Who is it?)”

You open the door, and the mailman greets you.

“Mademoiselle Y/N?”

“That’s me.”

You take the large bouquet, thank the man and then close the door. You smell the roses and your lips curve into a very flattering grin.

“I swear to God, Kylian. Sometimes you’re very cheesy, but I love the roses. Merci bébé.”

His eyebrows are tied in a knot. But he doesn’t refuse your grateful kiss.

Still confused, he turns around to see your figure disappear to get a vase for the bouquet.

“You could’ve just given them to me in the car..” You mention.

“Uh... Y/N?”

“Is this why you insisted on coming here?”

“Y/N...” He calls again.

You glance at him and when you see his confusing look, your smile disappears.

“The roses are not from me.”

“What?”

“I didn’t get you those roses, Y/N.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment, and then you look at the bouquet you are holding. You notice the note that came with it.

Oh.

You don’t really sweat when you’re nervous, but it shows on your face and from your body language. How you suddenly feel your mouth get dry, and the way you scratch over your brow or suck your lower lip inward.

So, when your boyfriend noticed he got easily intrigued to ask: “Who are the roses from?”

You lick your lips and look out the window. “They’re from Alain.”

“Who?”

“My Ex-Boyfriend.” You say, putting the bouquet on the table. Then you make your way towards the sink to get some water.

Kylian’s eyes sparked — practically sending threats, but you didn’t dare to look. “Your Ex-Boyfriend.”

“Yes.” You didn’t need to lie, and Kylian may have figured out who Alain was with the snap of a finger anyway.

He checks the bouquet and you freeze in place.

“Why is your Ex-boyfriend sending you roses and love notes?” His smooth tone didn’t change, but it had an undertone of unpleasantness.

“It’s not a love note.”

Kylian gives you a ‘are you kidding me?’ look, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, before he grabs the note to read it aloud:

“Chère Y/N, Ça me manque de te parler. Je ne suis pas bien sans toi. Je regrette profondément ce que j'ai fait. Alain ” (Dear Y/N, I miss talking to you. I sincerely regret what I did. I’m no good without you. Alain)

“C’est quoi ce bordel?!” (WTF is that?) He glares.

“He probably thought of me cause of the graduation. We had always dreamed of graduating together.” You explain.

You clear your throat.

Well, if you already started telling the truth, you might as well tell the whole truth.

“He texted me a few months ago and suggested we’d meet up. I declined. He never texted afterwards. The end.”

Kylian’s eyes were near-black now. He grins at first.

Teeth are showing, and then he laughs but his voice rings hollow.

It was a sardonic laugh — positively terrifying and unsettling.

“Wow. That’s nice information you hid from your boyfriend. Good job.”

You understand why he is upset, but you also don’t want this to turn into something bigger than it was.

“I’m sorry. I thought it would be best to handle this on my own. You were travelling and I didn’t want to worry you.” You justify your actions but he doesn’t accept it.

His hands are on his waist, and he laughs that unsettling laugh again; the one that you hear when he’s reached the limit of anger.

“A fucker is sending you roses, and you want me to simply sit back and watch?”

Frustration overrides your guilt: “Well, I can’t really control what others do or say. I told him I wasn’t interested. What do you want me to do? Send the bouquet back and tell him to fuck off?”

“Now that’s a good idea.” He voices out.

“That’s a ridiculous idea, Kylian. I’d rather ghost him. He’ll get the point.”

“Obviously he didn’t seem to get the point, cause he sent you roses.” He hints.

“Could we please forget about the roses and move on?!” You object.

“Why are you so okay with this?!” He shouts.

“I'm not!” You scream in protest.

He looks to the side and chews on his lower lip. If anger could be a person right now, it would be Kylian.

“Jealousy is not going to get us anywhere.” You say in almost a whisper.

“Jealous?” He asks. “Jealous?!”

There it is again. The snickering.

“You think I’m jealous?” He raises his voice. He never looked that annoyed by you before.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” You shrug and cross your arms in front of your chest.

He laughs and shakes his head. He was intending to walk away but then he heard you talk again.

“Yeah, you’re jealous.” You hum, intending to walk away to end the discussion with a sleek smile on your lips. And he’s overly irritated.

He turns around and looks at you: “No, I’m not...”

“Yeah, you are.” You say.

He walks towards you. His footsteps are loud. Like someone who has not learnt to walk quietly and instead relies on the verges to muffle his steps.

“I am. Not. Jealous.” He says as he keeps on moving closer to you till your faces were a few inches apart. “Jealousy is for men who have nothing. I’m protective over what’s mine.”

“Is that so?” You raise a brow.

His eyes hold all the answers. His breathing is unsteady because his soul and spirit were thus.

“So you’re not threatened by his gesture?” You ask.

“No, I’m not threatened at all, because I know that by the end of the day it is my bed you’ll be sleeping on and it is my name you’ll be screaming over and over again.”

Your body shivers to your core. You take a good look at him; the darkness in his eyes — you can’t say if he’s calmer or on the verge of an outrageous reaction.

“I want to make a few things clear.”

Kylian’s breath tingled the thin skin of your lips with each word.

“He texts you, he dies. He sends you roses, he dies. He looks at you, he dies. Hide the truth from me..” His grasp tightens on your waist as his voice drops. “And I will fucking die.”

Something pierces through your heart and shifts your parts. “I—...”

“Promise me you’ll tell me if he texts or calls you.” The intensity of his words steals the remaining breath from your lungs. “Give me your word, Y/N.”

“I promise.” You vow. “ As long as you tell me if anyone flirts with you as well, otherwise we’ll have a very serious problem.”

His mouth falls open and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip in a hopeless attempt to control his irritation.

“Deal.” He simply says.

His acceptance of this agreement is abnormal but sufficient to wash away the guilt you’ve been suffocating on for the past few days.

It’s enough to fill your muscles with a certain need. A need so strong and demanding, it whispers beneath your thick skin.

Kylian leans forward and whispers in dark words against the shell of your ear, “How about I fuck him out of your memory. You’ll be so full of me you won’t even remember his name.”

Your chest heaves up and down. Your breast brush up against the lapels of his jacket.

You admit to yourself that you want him; his wit and intelligence, his jealousy and protective demeanor, his unbound love. But mostly his anger and possessiveness.

Your mind and pulse have gone haywire. You don’t say a word. You don’t have to; because your body language was telling enough.

His throat flexes.

A breath passes, and then— you collide.

Hands. Lips. Teeth.

His mouth smashes against yours, your fingers press on the flesh of his neck, and urgency ignites between you until your limbs are heavy and frail with lust.

The only thing there is between you is the frantic, unhinged need for you to be as close to him as possible.

Your back slams against the mirror closet. You whimper, more at the thick, hard press of Kylian’s length against your thigh than the impact. Pain is non existent. Your blood is liquid fire, burning away any sensations but lust, need and pleasure.

His hand grips the back of your neck and he kisses your jaw, his teeth grazing the skin before he breaks away and says, “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” You are breathless already and desperate.

Then his body molds against yours. He brackets you with his arms, and a groan rises in your throat when he draws your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls.

His hands slide down the length of your body, caressing your inner thighs, waking each nerve ending along their path before he reaches for your pants.

Your breath hitches.

“I’ll have you on your knees.” He promises as he tightens his grip around your waist, “You’re mine, Y/N. Start acting like it.”

And then he sinks his fingers into your hair, his thumb digging into your cheek, and he claims your lips.

He kisses you with unbounded hunger. He kisses you like he has never kissed anybody before. Before you, any physical closeness with the opposite sex was only to satisfy his need.

With you, you are the need. Mostly, it was about loving, passion and tenderness. Today it’s different — It’s fucking, owning, and claiming. A statement.

It’s about you and your bratty behavior. About how you give in to him when he kisses you.

He probes, you fall.

He pulls on your lips, you whimper.

He ravages your tongue, and you’re all feeble against him, your hand trembling on his chest, and your body becoming one with his.

His mouth devours yours for all the fucked up things you said.

The minute he wrenches his lips from yours, you make a sound, a cry, a disappointment, or something in between.

Your skin has turned hotter, and you’re looking at him as if you can’t understand him. But you want to.

He turns you around so your back is against his chest.

In your roughly 150 square feet room you are now facing your mirror closet. And you can’t help but feel turned on by the way he is grabbing and kissing your neck like he’s satisfying his need and silencing his hunger.

It was erotic; watching his reflection as his other hand slips inside your pants, your panties, homing in straight on your sweet spot. Your mouth falls open on a gasp as he buries his digits knuckle deep inside you.

“So fucking wet for me already?” He growls in your ear, his hips pushing strongly against your ass.

Your walls quiver each time his fingers slip in and out. His thumb rubs over your clit.

You hear muffled voices coming from the hallway and your stomach flips. You’re worried but Kylian doesn’t flinch.

“Kylian...” You warn.

“Let them hear.” He spits, his desire, his possessiveness seeping from his voice into your body. Your heartbeats beat wherever you felt him. His scent, his warmth, his touch surrounding you, imprisoning you, owning you in a way that made your blood so hot you feel like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

His hand moves against you, inside you, as he moves behind you. It coiled the heat tighter and tighter into your belly, your spine tingling, aching, and beating with electric flashes of pleasure as you bite your lip to keep your pants contained.

Before you change your mind or stop yourself, you slip a hand behind you, cupping him through the fabric of his pants. You squeeze him hard as he swears into your ear, his fingers speeding up inside you.

“Someone’s hard for me.” You tease and he breathes a short laugh and as a response he gives your clit one rub, then another one right before he squeezes it hard. Suppressing your moans like before, he pushes you over the edge and removes his fingers.

Your gaze is locked with his as he watches your reflection through the mirror, his eyes sharp on you, before he cups your breast with his hand and licks your neck up to your jawline.

Your breasts get heavier, nipples hardening as heat pools down in your stomach, your breaths hasty.

Your eyes wander over that hard, male chest you’d felt squeeze against you, the chest you’d seen bare just a day ago. The tracksuit covering the hard muscles as the open collar uncovered a strip of delicious male flesh that made you want to lick it, from the line of his pecs to the vein running at the side of his corded neck, right up to that chin, and that mouth.

God, you’d let yourself see him, your eyes floating lower and lower to below his waist.

And your breath hitches.

The front of his pants bulged out, unashamed and proud, tenting the fabric.

His hand finds your jaw, turning your face to the side so he can pull you into a devastating kiss. Your lips part, and in an instant he licks into your mouth, his tongue stroking yours, your core pulsing.

The kiss is slow and sensuous, your mouths meeting again and again as you reach your hand back to grab his neck.

He groans on your skin, and the kiss turns into something out of control in less than a heartbeat, turning wild and needy, tasting of that sweet madness that exists between you.

He looks you straight in the eyes. His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your high waist pants.

“Let’s see. How hard. You’ll come.” He punctuates each word with a flick of his thumb, popping button by button free. Need surges your body, flushes your skin with an overwhelming, addictive rush.

He pulls your pants down along with your panties.

His skin is so warm against yours, and he feels like a burning line of warmth against your body. His cock brushes your slit, and he teases you, guiding it against you but only letting it dip into you before he’s back to teasing.

You whine, hating how much you need him. “Fuck me,” You tell him. “Stop being an ass and fuck me.”

"I should make you say please.” He sneers against your ear, but when you open your mouth to answer he suddenly slams into you, causing you to choke on a gasp.

“But I like you desperate and demanding. You’re so needy. Do you want me to release you from your pain?”

He’s the only person in this world you can’t get enough of. The only one you always crave.

Love. Chemistry. Attraction. Desire. Everything between you keeps you burning; a single touch is all it takes to send you both up in flares. By the time he breaks the kiss, his breathing is ragged as he orders you to part your legs.

And without any warning m, he thrusts hard into you at an unhurried pace. The sound of his cock smeared with your juices and excitement echoes in the air.

“Moan for me.”

Thrust.

“Break for me.”

Thrust.

“Make me your one and only.”

Your thighs tremble and pleasure tingles your stomach. The pain gradually but undoubtedly turns into a thousand pleasurable sparkles.

You press your hands flat on the mirror, because you need the anchor. Kylian is dragging out your most animalistic side and stroking it, literally and metaphorically.

“Name,” He growls. Your eyes open slightly, finding his, clouded mind. “Say my name.”

Your heart stops. You swallow, aware of him beating inside you. His fingers flex on your throat, so big he encompasses it, the sense of danger and safety blending together in a exciting concoction.

“Kylian..” You whisper.

“Look me in the eye while you say it!”

“Kylian,” You sigh, encouraging him, moving your hips to his, observing him. It turns you on, seeing him like that, seeing yourself like that, both of you dressed but so, so naked.

He squeezes your clit, making your hips shake automatically.

“Louder,” He grinds out between clenched teeth.

“Kylian,” You moan louder, feeling all the edges on his cock, could feel those beating veins, all naked inside you. He begins to rub your clit harder, his hips picking up speed, your palm flat against the mirror as you steady yourself. His hand around your throat holding your head up so he can have better access to your neck. It wasn’t too tight but firm enough to make you feel completely caged, completely owned in that moment.

And you owned him right back, keeping him trapped inside you with each thrust. Slowly, the fire in your body concentrated on your burning core, your whole body shaking as you started getting light-headed from the overload of sensation.

He rolls his hips, nearly blacking you out with the sudden movement, touching your sweet spot.

“That’s my girl.” He praises.

He fucks you in every sense of the word.

The mirror on the closet begins to shake so much it rattles. The sound of the wood plowing a hold in the wall matched the rhythm of him plowing into you.

A lot of students could probably hear you, but right now? Fuck that.

Your eyes remain connected even on that shaking glass as he thrusts in and out of you, rolling his hips, alternating. Your walls squeeze him, weeping and clinging to him, the thrusts inside you spreading fire all over your body.

Sweat coats your skin, your shuddering voice turning into boisterous groans turning into little shouts you seem not to control anymore.

And then you feel his teeth on your neck. Hard.

You explode, screaming as your knees buckle. You drop your head low, your walls releasing like never before, your heartbeats through the roof, so loud you can feel them thundering all over in your body. You could feel your own wetness running down your thighs, your eyes look for his radiant brow ones as you watch your own cum dripping on the floor, committing everything to memory.

He suddenly pulls out, and you see him stroking his erection with his clenched hand, his face turning into agonizing pleasure as he explodes, his cum pooling on the floor.

You watch, fascinated, still reeling from your own pleasure, listening to that growl take off his chest as he jerks off for a few seconds, milking out each drop, breathing out.

“That was mean..” You say.

“Was it?” He asks while wiping himself clean with a tissue. “Judging by how hard you came, you seemed to like it.”

Your fingers button your pants and the tingle of arousal begins to spread.

Again.

It hasn’t even been five minutes.

This man is planning to kill you one day, and you wouldn’t object.

“Kylian,” You grit out. “I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He doesn’t seem to be concerned. “ You won’t need to. We’re flying.”

“What?”

“I booked us a flight to Marrakech.” He says so casually but it stops you at your track.

“You did what?”

“Happy graduation, ma lune.” He smiles.

You throw your hands around his neck and kiss-hug him.

“I need to pack my bag!” You say out loud and you head to grab your stuff from around your room.

Kylian sits on your bed. Checking his phone while you pack your huge bag. And when you head to the bathroom your phone beeps.

Usually, he doesn’t look. But when he sees a certain name pop up on the screen he feels his anger boil up again.

He takes a quick look at the bathroom door, hears the rattling of you going through your stuff. And when the air is clear he takes your phone in his hand and reads the message:

Alain.96: Hey ☺️ did you get my roses?

Entering the password. He jumps into his DM.

‘He’s foolish’ This is how he sees himself in your eyes. His love was foolish.

Maybe you’ll think that he was overreacting but he loves you very much. He loves you deeply.

To him it was a simple one on one thing. And because he’s a man, he knows exactly how other men think. And sending roses was not a thing to let pass by so easily.

One last look at the door and then he does what every man would do to get rid of a problem; you take matters into your own hand.

Jealousy; a tricky feeling.

It encompasses his feelings ranging from suspicion to rage to fear to humiliation. And strikes him till his bones start to shiver.

He blocks his account and puts the phone right where it was.

Flashing a sweet smile at you.

“Are you done?” His tone calm and relaxed.

You nod, and he gets up.

“Let’s get you something to eat then.”

Hfjdnekekmsskksekkekeke. IT’S BEEN A WHILE! I MISSED WRITING SO MUCH.

Cookies!

Pairing : dad!Jude Bellingham x reader

Them : Angst, I think.

Word count : 2k

Jude had a bad day and it seemed like a cookie wasn’t enough to cheer him up.

I haven’t written in soooo long. Apologize for any mistakes. Might delete this one. I don’t know. Sorry! Should start writing more. 😔

Jude and you were highschool sweethearts. Back when eveyone thought you guys wouldn’t make it because kids in love? Yeah, who would have thought you guys could pull through.

But you did.

There were ups and downs especially at the beginning of his career. Those multiple rumors and gossips came flooding all at once and you went from a normal girl to someone who was known to have a famous boyfriend. They ven called you “the girl who hit the jackpot”.

Some even called you lucky.

A few months after your marriage, Jude and you were blessed with a little girl named Aaralyn. Jude was a perfect father figure to her though to be honest, her arrival wasn’t really align with the immense growth of his career but he managed to balance it all out.

But there were still ups and downs.

The small little hand was flipping through pages of pages from your baking cookbooks whilst her other hand kept on tapping on her chin. Her soft little hums filled through the air.

“Have you make up your mind, honey?” You asked whilst rummaging through the cupboards to take out every baking tools needed.

Jude had been feeling under the weather these days. He tried to hide it from you as he always did but you always catch on it. You knew him very well.

And so did Aaralyn.

Apparently, your little girl was fully aware of it too. Aaralyn woke up this morning and came up with an idea to bake cookies for Jude because it was her favourite and based on her logic, whatever foods that made her happy, should made others happy just as much.

“Mommy, we… bake choco cookies!”

You let out a cackle. “You flipped through the whole book just to decide with a basic one?”

“It’s Alyn’s favourite!” Her small little hands started patting on her chest with a proud expression written all over the face.

“Of course, baby. Can you let mommy see the ingredients, please?” You were about to pull the book closer to your side but your duaghter was quicker.

She snatched the book back with her lips jutting out. “Alyn can read!”

“Okay, read it out loud while mommy gather all of the ingredients, yeah?”

“This one says..powder!” Her little finger pointed to the first ingredient on the list.

“What kind of powder?”

“Co— cocoa powder, mommy! This one..” The little finger then slid to the second ingredient.

••

Your little girl’s eyes widen when the sound of a car came from the garage. There was no other car that could have parked in the garage except for your husband’s.

“Daddy is here! Mommy, daddy’s here! We need to be faster!” She made a hop sound as her dangling little feet touched the ground and scrambled to get her princess plate from the cupboard.

“Use Alyn’s plate!” She lifted her pink coloured plate up high for you to place one of the baked goods.

The sound of the door slammed put your little conversation with Aaralyn to an end. There were no words exchanged as both of you stared at Jude. He threw his bag on the couch, the things inside hit with some of your daughter’s toys.

“Alyn, I told you to clean up your toys, didn’t I?” The tense in Jude’s voice was enough to make his mood known to the rest of the family members.

“Uh-oh, mommy wait!” Your daughter tiptoed to place her plate back on the kitchen counter before scrambling to the living room.

You were looking from afar as she straighten her arm to grab on her little toy whilst Jude was ignoring her existence, eyes solely on his phone.

“Daddy, can help me? Please?” Aaralyn mumbled a little as she patted on her dad’s laps.

“You should clean up your own mess. We talked about this yet you still refuse to learn.” He stood up, picked up the bag which he threw earlier and headed straight to the bedroom, leaving your little girl alone.

You saw she brought her little hands close to her chest, lips pouting as she stood there, completely baffled with what just happened.

“Baby, it’s alright. Mommy will help you.” You picked up your daughter’s toy box and brought it closer to the couch, Aaralyn then made a little noise as she jumped on the couch to gather all of the toys left.

“Daddy might be feeling a little sad today. I’m sorry about what happened, sweetheart.” You cupped on her chubby cheeks to give them a little kiss.

“It’s awright! Daddy will be happy after my cookie!” She squealed.

Your brows lifted, smile widen as she mentioned the main point of the day. “You are right! I forgot about the cookies. Should we bring it to daddy?”

“It’s okay! Alyn will do it.”

You trailed behind as she ran back to the kitchen, boths arms high up in the air to get her plate back.

“Be careful!” As soon as you handed her plate back, she already made her way to the room where Jude went.

“Alyn will come back after I make daddy happy!” Her voice sounded afar as she ran to the hallway.

Aaralyn’s pace stopped in a sudden as she nearly hit the closed door. There came a new problem as she couldn’t knock on the door whilst holding the plate.

“Uh-oh..” The soft little mumble slipped out from her mouth.

“Daddy? It’s me!” The back of her hand hesitantly knocked on the door as she took a step back, waiting for a response.

Jude heaved a sigh, arm propped up to cover his eyes. He wished a second for himself and he got was continous knocking sound greeting his ears.

“Daddy…?”

“Daddy!” She crouched down to carefully put the plate on the floor before bringing both of her fists thumping against the door.

“It’s me, Alyn!”

“What do you want from me?!” The inside of the door banged agaist the wall of the bedroom as Jude opened the door. There was nothing but tense in his voice.

Jude saw his little girl struggling to stand up straight with the plate of cookies right as he brought his gaze on her.

Startled by the sudden loud noise, some of the cookies in the plate fell onto the floor. Most of the perfect sized cookie now turned into little bits and pieces.

“Alyn just— just wanna give daddy a cookie…” Your little girl immediately cut the vexed gaze from Jude, her head hung low and she bit on the inside of her cheeks.

“You are making me suffocated. I need a fucking break and I can’t even do that in my house?!”

“Sorry daddy…” Her words turned into a mumble, lips started trembling.

Jude heaved a sigh when he spotted the cookie crumbles now all scattered on the floor. “Great, another mess. Clean it, Alyn. Now!”

Hearing the voice of your husband gradually got louder and louder, you immediately flipped the main valve. You barely had any time to wipe your hands as you scurried to the bedroom where you saw your little girl crouching on the floor, her little chubby hands quivered as she picked up the mess she did.

“Jude! What was that for?!” Fuming, you pushed him by his chest, tears welled up in your eyes.

“I just need a rest, Y/N,” He rolled his eyes with no hint of guilty.

“You could have just said so instead of cursing to my daughter. She did nothing wrong!”

“She should have just left me alone. No one gives a fuck about a fucking cookie right now! I couldn’t play for 2 months and you didn’t even ask me if I’m doing fine!” Jude responded back, not giving any sign to back down nor to tune down his voice.

“I know you aren’t doing fine. Alyn knows it as well. In fact, she knows it better than me. She planned all this. She planned a movie night, we waited for you to come home only to find out you spent a night at Vini’s without telling us beforehand. Alyn wanted to cook your favourite food. We did and you weren’t able to come home again. She then decided to bake her favourite cookies, thinking it could cheer you up only for you to shout at her face. Is it her fault that you have to rest for two months? That you had to lash it all out on her? Do it to me! Scream in my face, Jude! Do it.” Jude didn’t flinched when your fist repeatedly hit on his chest.

“This isn’t about you, Y/N.” He breathed out.

“So, is it about your daughter? Is that why you lashed out on her?”

Instead of saying anything else, he heaved a sigh and made his way to the bathroom.

You went back to where your little girl was sitting. The tears stain were immediately gone as you quickly wiped of your cheeks before crouching in front of her.

“Come, baby,”

Your little girl pulled her hand back from you and went back to picking up the crimbles. “Daddy— daddy asked Alyn to clean up this mess first or daddy will be mad again…”

Your heart broke when she kept her head low. Aaralyn always loved to make eye contacts, she had always been the mood maker in the house.

“Mommy will clean up the mess. Can you go back to your room, please, baby?”

“Daddy won’t be mad..?” She lifted her eyes and you were greeted a pair of puffy eyes, her cheeks were more round as she jushed her lips forward. She looked exactly like Jude and it broke the dam of your tears.

“Daddy won’t be mad at you anymore. Go back to your room? Mommy will see you once I clean this all up, alright?”

**

Jude clearly forgot what happened after. He was literally losing the grasp on time as soon as he woke up from his nap. The blanket was pushed aside as he grabbed on his phone. The brightness made him squint his eyes. The picture of you and your little girl greeted his sight.

3:02

Even in the dark, without him having to turn his head aside, he could still feel the bareness. He wasn’t sure what it was yet. Not until he tapped on the other side of the bed.

It was empty. Untouched even.

“Honey?”

His heartbeat gradually turned even faster as every call was left unanswered. You were a light sleeper. Even a slight noise could have woken you up. Soon as he left the master bedroom, his feet bought him to your little girl’s room. The light was left on but there wasn’t any sight of his baby girl too.

“Aaralyn. Honey?”

Jude went uneasy. His skin turned sticky as he broke intol cold sweats. Part of him wished all of this was just a dream. Before he reached the main door, he caught a glimpse of a pink coloured plate on the dining table with some sort of yellow coloured paper by its side along with a box of crayon pencils.

“Daddy’s

— Aarlyn ❤️”

••

You could have brush it off if it was only between you and him but not to your little girl. Aaralyn was clearly upset. Even when you packed her stuffs, she remained seated at the dining table, staring at her remaining cookie.

As you rearranged her folded clothes into the luggage, she came back into her room, looking determined as if she had to get something done. You let her be as she ran back outside as she took out her crayon set with a piece of paper from her notebook.

Unknown to you, she actually wanted to leavr a little message to her very first love.

“There! For daddy!” She mumbled, the crayon in her hand was slipped back into the rest of the set as she left the paper right beside her plate. Her little hand then rearrange the cookie right in the middle. Not before she took a small bite at the corner of it.

“Daddy will like it…” She murmured with a small smile on her face.

“Come, baby. We gotta go.” You called out to your little girl, voice half whispering not to wake Jude up. After all those things that he did, you dtill couldn’t believe he had the audacity to just call it a night.

“Okay, mommy!” Aaralyn hopped off the chair and ran to you as you crouched down to put on her shoes. As she remain still with her little leg on your lap, she sticked her index finger in her mouth, eyes locked at the dining table area.

“What are you looking at, sweetheart?”

“Alyn forgot to keep my crayon…” She answered.

“That’s alright. Just leave it be.” You picked up your luggage bag, your free hand locked on your little girl’s wrist.

“Mommy, where are we going? Aaralyn asked.

“Daddy needed some time alone so it’s just gonna be you and me.”

nsfw alphabet

jude bellingham x reader

masterlist navigation

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

king of aftercare idc what anyone says. i think he loves showering with you in general bc it's soo intimate to him so he's always showering with you and helping you wash your hair :( he's also super touchy at the best of times but especially after sex he literally cannot take his hands off you.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

cannot decide if he's an ass or boobs man i think he's abit of both tbh. he loves resting his hands on your waist literally all the time. loves your thighs! always has a hand resting on your thigh when you're sitting down and loves leaving little bite marks and hickies on them 🤭 i also think he loves a lil belly pouch? idk how to explain it but i just think he absolutely adores a girl with curves.

on him i think his arms or thighs. he goes feral when he catches you staring at his biceps and always flexes them cause he knows it has you drooling. loves his thighs cause he knows how much you love riding them 😁😁

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves finishing in you. it just feels so intimate to him that you both trust eachother enough and it makes him feel so much closer to you.also loves finishing on your boobs or stomach then scooping his cum up with his fingers and making you lick it off 😋😋

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves middle of the night sex. it's always so much more intense and intimate and jude's always a little whinier

i also feel like he secretly wants you to take control but is too worried to ask. he's so dominant in every aspect of his life and i think sometimes he just wants his girl to take care of him :(

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he's doing but i also don't think he's super experienced? he doesn't seem the type to have loads of one night stands tbh. he's experienced but it still took him some time to figure out what was good for you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's a man so ofc he loves abit of doggy but i also think he loves missionary. as basic as it is, it makes him feel closer to you and makes the whole experience more intimate for him. he's also not gonna say no to having you on top 🤭

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

honestly i think it depends. sometimes neither of you can stop giggling for no actual reason? one of you will let out a moan then both of you just burst out laughing.

but i think he's also super serious at times because he's always so busy and he wants to make the most out of time with his girl. he wants to savour every moment with you so stays super serious.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he keeps everything neat but not nare

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so intimate! i think he has a filthy mouth but he can't for the life of him be any level of degrading because he feels mean (he doesn't give a fuck about how mean he is when he's teasing though 🤭) so his comments are more praise.

i think he secretly loves that super cheesy romantic music rose petals and candles sex more than he'd ever admit. he doesn't get to spend alot of time with you so when he has you all to himself and a chance to show you just how much you mean to him you best believe he's gonna take it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

loves facetiming you to get himself off when you're away. he doesn't usually do it at home bc you're there. but the real magic is mutual masturbation bc i think he's super into that 🤭🤭 (@judeswhore 's blurb on this is 10/10 btw) loves having you next to him with one leg over his touching himself. there's just something about it that sends him into overdrive.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink!! giving and receiving jude loveeesss praise. constantly telling you that you're his good girl and how well you're doing 🫠 but he also loves receiving praise. goes feral when you call him your good boy. will literally beg you to tell him how good he feels when he's fucking you

also has a raging size kink. he's massive and loves how small you look compared to him. has a thing for fucking you infront of a mirror so he gets to see the size difference between you both.

i also think he loves a risk. he is literally up for fucking you whenever wherever even if there's a chance of you being caught. i'm talking having a quickie in your childhood bedroom while your parents/siblings are literally downstairs. tells you to be a good girl and stay quiet or he'll stop. sometimes makes you suck on his fingers so you stay quiet 🤭

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

i think he loves your bedroom the most. as basic as it is, there's no interruptions and he can completely focus on you. however he does love to tease you in public just to hear you beg him to take you home so he can finish what he started.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything. literally something as simple as you putting on lip gloss or wearing something tight has his going wild.

n= no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that's gonna hurt you. i don't think he'd be into super degrading talk. like maybe a little bit but nothing too far.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i think he's 50/50. he loves to tease you and he knows he can do that when he's going down on you.

but i think he has a super sensitive dick 🙂 like the moment you have him in your mouth he's trying desperately not to just fall apart and cum instantly.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

also depends. after a bad game (him and refs never get along) he's super fast and rough but super clingy and affectionate after. but otherwise he's super slow and romantic and loves taking his time with you. sometimes you literally have to beg him to be rougher with you 🤭

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie before he goes to training! he'll literally bend you over the kitchen worktops and make your head spin then kiss your neck, give you this really cocky smirk and tell you to be good and he'll do a proper job when he gets home.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes yes yes! he's always down to try new things bc he wants to make sure you're having the best sex of your life. i think he's into risks bc he loves the thrill but he doesn't really take any public risks because the chance of you being caught is super high and he doesn't want to cause you any embarrassment

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he runs around for 90 mins, he's got good stamina and you're usually warn out way before him " c'mon baby. you gonna be a good girl and give me one more?"

t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves using them 🤭 i genuinely think he loves buying new ones he sees to try them out on both of you and you sometimes get new ones that you see too 🤭 just for a second imagine using a vibrator on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest tease ever. he loveeess to drag everything out and mocks you a little bit when you get overstimulated 🤭

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud. he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel by moaning, whining, whimpering and all that 😋

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves loves loves lingerie. like seeing you in pretty little matching sets literally drives him insane. he loves surprising you with new really expensive sets ( i'm talking agent provocateur stuff). he buys you some when he's away on international break and asks you to model them for him which always ends in the best phone sex ever

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

we've seen enough evidence, he's massive 🤭

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

the man is literally never satisfied. he's so completely obsessed with you and he just can't ever get enough.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he won't fall asleep until he knows you're 1000% okay and comfortable. once he knows you're doing okay and relaxed then he can sleep.