Reading Smut Is Not Enough I Need Him Inside Of Me!

reading smut is not enough i need him inside of me!

MY JAW LITERALLY DROPPED

WHAT THE FUCK

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#innocentbsfxjude you guys doing reverse cowgirl for the first time and jude finds it adorable how you’re trying so hard to bounce on him because 1) you’re too small and 2) he isn’t willing to give you any control. so when he notices you trying to control the pace or how much of him you take he just grabs your hips and stops you and is like “baby, it’s relax. let me take it okay, I’ll give you what you need to cum, just sit on my cock like a good girl” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“jude” the sudden sob of his name you’d let out had jude gasping out a throaty moan of yours, grasping your hips a little tighter as his fingertips digged into you—the slight burn they left on your skin urging you to arch your back and sink into him deeper. jude felt like he was going insane from the overwhelming pleasure that rushed through him when your pussy fluttered and clenched so harshly around him from the impact of that movement.

you attempted to lift your hips off of him just as you’ve been doing so for the past few minutes. but instead a whiny whimper was all that left your mouth, because it was just too difficult for you to get the job done on your own—especially from the foreign position. this was something new, and you were determined to make jude feel good without needing his help in doing so, but here you were struggling to bounce on his cock.

“stop moving like that” jude hissed as your arse pressed against him, moving against his balls as it surely amplified the pleasure he was receiving. but he was sure he couldn’t hold his own orgasm at bay if you’d continued what you were doing to him—and he would absolutely hate it if he weren’t able to make this just as pleasurable for you.

“but i wanna make you feel good,” you complained, making another attempt to rock your hips but this time jude made sure to restrict any movement—refusing to give you the control you were desperately yearning for. “baby, you need to relax” he whispered, running his finger down the outline of your spine before resting his palm over the curve of your ass. “you’re already doing good f’me, taking me so well. just sit pretty on my cock and let me do all the work, yeah?” he’d reassure before thrusting his hips upwards, forcing a filthy noise out of you as the sudden press of his cock when he’d already been buried deep inside of your cunt took you by a shockwave of pleasure.

“just like that, i’ll make sure i give my good girl what she needs to cum” he’d whisper all sweet in your ear after leaning up to leave kisses along the curve of your spine and shoulder blades while controlling the movement of your hips, helping you lift off of him before bringing you back down on his cock, all with his strength as you let him fuck you stupid.

HELLOOOO!?!?!?!?!?

🎱 fancy a game?

word count : 4.5k

pairing : jude bellingham x fem!reader

warning : smut, 18+! minors dni

author’s note : in which a game of pool with jude turns a little intense. had to give my jude girlies a little smth after that insta dump ruined us all 😮‍💨 (haven’t written smut in a while & i don’t know how to feel about this!)

the way you’d been staring at jude had been far from discreet—your gaze gawking at the way the white shirt he was wearing fitted around his torso a little too perfectly, tightening just right to show off his tiny waist whenever he’d slightly bend over the pool table to aim his cue at the ball; eyes full of concentration and determination to win—a look that had you feeling hot enough to make an embarrassing gasp escape through your parted lips just from watching him.

the way you were looking at him should be reserved for the bedroom, when it was just the two of you behind closed doors—but you simply couldn’t help yourself from thinking about pinning your boyfriend to the nearest wall and kissing him silly till there weren’t a single coherent thought in both your minds.

you’ve been patient, and you’ve tried your hardest to stay on your best behavior but you also didn’t fancy the idea of continuing to play the role of a good girl any longer when all you wanted to do was fuck him stupid.

he paced around the pool table, appearing to be in search for a good angle—and your breath got knocked out of your lungs when his eyes suddenly met yours; a certain fire that you knew all too well burning behind their glory dark brown.

jude was aware of the fact you’d been eyeing him like a piece of meat this entire time—he knew the sort of effect he had on you and he had every intention to milk the most of it. you swiped your tongue over the bottom of your lip, a small amount of drool collecting at the corner of your mouth in the process of wetting them as your gaze travelled along the bulging veins of his arm when he’d purposefully contracted his muscles—surely putting on a show for you and you should’ve felt ashamed even for the teeniest bit that he’s realized now; but you dared to keep staring instead.

there was only one ball remaining; and as you had been expecting since the start of this round, he pocketed it with ease—adding a third to his total wins of the night.

you’d already had a feeling jude was going to call it a night after that game—considering how he had caught himself more important and exciting matters to attend to.

you took the opportunity to walk over and shorten the distance between the both of you, perching yourself onto the edge of the pool table as you watched jude round the corner and approach you, muttering the words “buen juego” to his friend; which you’d assumed was something along the lines of ‘good game’ in spanish, far too focused on the way he sounded while speaking the foreign language to actually have a care about what it meant.

jude stopped directly in front of you, warm hand sliding across the supple skin of your exposed thigh as he invited himself between your parted legs—intense stare making you feel a little bit ditzy as you’d tried your hardest to ground yourself; the reminder that the both of you weren’t alone in that room going off at the back of your mind like an emergency alarm.

you wanted to kiss him. you shouldn’t kiss him. not yet.

he lightly nudged the tip of the cue underneath your chin, tipping your head upwards as if to make it known that you should know better than to try escape his gaze now. you wouldn’t dare. but the way he was staring you down in that moment had you swallowing hard and feeling embarrassingly wet between your legs—the thin material of your panties soaking up your excitement and the urge to close your legs around him has never been stronger.

“staring’s rude y’know,” he stated, a cocky smirk you recognized all too well tugging at the corner of his lips as he studied your face.

“oh yeah? think you’re flattered about it rather than offended, so is it really?” you’d wondered if what he was looking for was an ounce of shame or embarrassment in you, because he seemed genuinely surprised with your choice of response—lips curling upwards and showcasing his perfect row of pearly whites as he huffed out a laugh.

“m’ not complaining, not in the slightest bit” he offered you a grin that had you folding within seconds, one hand sliding across the length of his arm as you gave it a squeeze around his bicep—not being able to hold yourself back any longer from touching him. jude seemed to appreciate your fondling, as he went quiet for a bit—focusing on the way you had started to rub him up and down, your palm moving over his shoulder and gripping the back of his neck; almost teasing him as you just rested it there despite it been obvious that you wanted to close the gap between the both of you more than anything.

jude wanted to kiss you, but he held himself back for the sake of the other plans he had in his mind—the perfect ploy, ready to be orchestrated and played by you. after all, jude loved games and you were more than obliging to play by his rules if he’d asked.

“fancy a game?” you knew that he weren’t suggesting what those words had literally meant, knew that three lettered sentence had double meanings that you were curious to unravel and have him show you what exactly he was insuating.

you pretended to think for a bit, taking your sweet time to trace the outline of his jaw—pointer and thumb rubbing soft on the little stubble on his chin. “mmm, sure. but you’re gonna have to show me how to play, otherwise i’m as good as a useless prop by your side—a pretty one”

jude laughed once again; the sound music to your ears as you felt a sense of pride blossoming deep within your chest—giving yourself some credit that you must’ve been unexpectedly funny tonight, though you liked to believe you always were.

“gladly babe, but don’t get your hopes up too high about beating me tonight”

“and what if i do?”

“you won’t, now get off the table f’me” he lightly tapped over your hip—urging you to get off, the minimal space between the two of you making your chest press against his; the action making you totter and grip your hold on his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself.

jude didn’t make an effort to move away from you, still rested his hand over your hip as he had you half pressed against the pool table—turning his head to acknowledge his friend whom was still present in the room; keeping himself occupied by racking by up the balls and readying the table for another round during the entire time you’d both flirted without a shame.

“noah, mind giving us a moment?” jude tried his best to sound decent about it, but in the end it was obvious and there was hiding what the two of you were about to get down to—especially with him making requests such that implied you required privacy and to be left alone.

“got it, pool table’s occupied for the rest of the night.” the unnecessary announcement noah made on his way out had heat rushing to your cheeks, a sense of embarrassment taking over your nerves for the first time that night. jude was amused, an eyebrow raising in question as he fished your face out from his neck when you’d tucked it away there and with that your attempts at hiding were in vain.

“don’t go all shy on me now”

“m’ not” you huffed in denial, escaping from the spot he’d cornered you into between the table and his larger frame—grabbing a cue and examining it like you knew what you were supposed to do. after all, confidence was all about faking it till you’ve made it; but jude saw right through you.

“go on, show me some practice strokes.” he encouraged, watching intently as you bent over and positioned your weight onto one leg—your focus elsewhere rather than on the cue ball as you miserably missed the shot, sending it in the opposite direction of the object ball you were aiming for.

“hmp, that was awful.” you pout, not bothering to straighten yourself as jude was already making his way around the table over to you—stopping once he was right behind you. “you’re leaning over too much,” he mumbled, taking it upon himself to fix your position as he brought you back up a little—both hands gripping your hips. “that’s better.” he whispered those words in a low tone, somehow managing to goosebumps on your skin as he pressed his chest flush to your back all within the next few seconds; helping you angle the cue stick with his hand over yours so he could guide your arm.

“keep your eyes on the ball,” jude instructed, his body pressing further into yours as you jolted forward from the sudden impact—far from focused as you felt yourself growing warm at the proximity. he pushed the cue stick forward, making contact with the ball right in the center as it rolled across the surface of the table with ease—in a perfect line towards the object ball that jude had intended to hit.

you would’ve found it in yourself to show more enthusiasm if he weren’t so close to you, finding it difficult to acknowledge anything other than the outline of his warm bulge pressing into your arse.

“your turn now” you’d expected him to move, but it seemed that jude relished in making things a little difficult for you. in your mind, you were cussing him out in lots of creative profanities—but truth be told, you didn’t want him to move either. he rested both arms on either side of you, using the edge of the pool table as leverage as he watched over your shoulder—warm breath tickling the most sensitive spot of your neck; which had your entire body quivering on a shiver that ran along your spine.

you tried your best to replicate the stroke he’d just shown you, but you weren’t quite successful at satisfying jude with the next attempt either—as your train of thoughts were lost elsewhere.

“focus, eyes on the ball” jude repeated his words from earlier, pressing down on your back just a little to help you get that perfect view of the ball—but it instead had a pathetic moan slipping past your lips as your back arched, arse pushing directly onto his crotch as it took everything in jude not to thrust forward and chase the tempting friction.

you pushed the cue stick forward, striking the cue ball to the best of your ability—this time managing to pocket one of the striped balls. you press back into him with intention this time, looking back at him over your shoulder as you waited for him to give you the validation that he owed you after the little show you’d just put up for him.

“did i do good?” you asked him, the question seemingly innocent but so beyond filthy when you were practically dry humping against him with little rolls of your hips you’d thought you were being so coy about.

jude did nothing to halt your movements, drinking in the sight before him—the way you were bent over the pool table for him as he tried to come up with a coherent response for the question you’d just asked; which successfully sent his mind into frenzy.

jude thrusted his hips forward, an involuntarily movement on his end as he cursed under his breath when your body budged forward till your upper half was laying over the table—forehead pressing onto the surface as you were still looking over your shoulder to keep your eyes locked onto his, the teary sheen on them along with the slight quiver of your lips causing him to become even more unbelievably hard.

“jude” the mention of his name from your lips trailed off into a whimper, driving him crazy as he’d opted to a rhythm of rocking his hard on against your arse—his own impatience getting the best of him. “did i do good?” you asked again, choking on a sob this time that nearly had him cumming on the spot because you were just his good girl who needed him to tell you how good you were for him.

“yes—fuck, yes you were good baby, so good f’me” jude bunched up the fabric of your dress in a hurry—yanking it over your hips to reveal the scrap of baby pink lace you were wearing that had an embarrassing wet patch seeping right from the middle where you needed him the most.

“need you to fuck me jude, need you to fill me up please” you begged, not wanting the teasing to go on any longer. but jude was having non of it as he landed a light slap to your clit the second he’d managed to slip down your pretty underwear for it to pool around your ankles—a silent reminder that it was rude of you to be making such demands.

“not yet baby—pretty girl like you should be getting yourself off on my cock first, show me you want it yeah?” he teased, momentarily stopping his grinding—lowering his sweatpants just enough to tuck his cock out.

wrapping his fist around the base of his hardened length, jude grunted out a string of low moans as he gave himself a few pumps—particularly paying attention to the tip just the way he liked it. he moved his hips forward, lining his tip along the entrance of your warm cunt till it was snugly pressed between your folds—not fully inside because he wanted you to take it yourself.

“there you go baby, c’mon, take it f’me like the good girl you are” he encouraged, fingers rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your waist—the action a juxtaposition in regards to his words. you wiggled your arse back in an attempt to grind against him, the movement making the tip of his cock slip inside you as it enticed a loud moan out of you.

“y’can do it angel, arch your back f’me” you couldn’t really tell whether he was praising or taunting you—and that only further egged you on as a new wave of wetness gushed out from you, soaking and making an absolute mess on his cock. it helped you glide yourself onto him with ease, jude simply watching as you sunk back onto him little by little—with no intentions to help whatsoever.

you hadn’t even managed to take half of his cock yet, but here you were completely falling apart before him—your dripping hole already fluttering tight around the engulfed blunt head of his cock, pussy almost pushing him back out when you’d plunged forward; too overwhelmed to achieve it by yourself in the end.

“oi, where you running?” he had the audacity to laugh at you, landing a slap to your arse before grabbing ahold of your hips—pulling you back into him as he leaned over your arched body, wet lips pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder blade; had you letting out loud and filthy moan when his hips pressed flush to your arse in a single thrust—completely burying his cock within you.

“just needed me to help you take it, isn’t that right sweet girl? ‘s just too big f’you” jude weren’t one to boast usually—but he was aware that he’s stupidly big and that you’ll struggle to take him no matter how many times he’s fucked you. so whenever he’d start talking all prideful during sex, it turned you on without fail because there was no denying how arousing it was when he got a little bit mean.

“still your turn babe, m’ waiting” part of you couldn’t believe he was still expecting of you to continue playing but then the other half of you weren’t that surprised because this was jude after all—he’d take any opportunity given to wind you up and you weren’t exactly gonna miss out on a chance to one up on him; whether it was by playing by his rules or not.

the circling of his hips was slow as he retreated his hips back till it was only the tip of his cock that was pressed between your folds again—and you weren’t quite satisfied with that, rolling your own hips back into his as you sought that delicious drag of his cock stretching your velvet walls.

with shaky arms, you lifted the cue stick and attempted to line up a shot to the best of your ability given your situation. in a hasty movement, you plunged the stick forward—sending the cue ball flying across the surface with no aim whatsoever.

you heard jude let out a ‘tch’ of disapproval as he moved forward to rest his chin on your shoulder—the action shifting his cock within you as you could feel the tip kissing that spot deep inside which made your knees buckle without fail. a lewd noise escaped from your throat which jude chose to deliberately ignore, holding your hand to demonstrate a smooth strike once more.

“you’ll end up missing your target if you hit it like that,” you weren’t sure if you were being overly attentive or if he really was speaking in a huskier tone now—but it inevitably made your pussy flutter around him as your vision went a little blurry. jude let out a hiss upon feeling the tight embrace of your warm cunt, his hold tightening around your wrist as he helped you line up a shot.

“don’t be too rough with the stick, relax f’me” his lips were now ghosting right above the shell of your ear, warm breath raising the hairs at the back of your neck as your entire body relaxed beneath his just as told. “pull it back slowly, and push it forwards with just the right amount of acceleration needed for the ball to move” he continued, his hips simultaneously drawing back and pushing right back into you along with his words—making you let out a humiliating mewl from how arousing you were finding this situation.

you followed his instructions, pulling the stick back leisurely and then bringing it forwards to hit the cue ball with enough force for it to collide with your desired object ball and successfully pocket it. “there you go, knew my perfect girl could do it” jude mumbled against the outline of your jaw, his lips warm against your skin when he praised you and your eyes rolled back upon feeling him pound into you a little harder as a reward.

you maintained a steady back and forth rhythm of your hips, meeting his half way through as he continued to plow into you—finally picking up on his pace. “god baby, you’re taking it so well” he was starting to get loud, and it wasn’t unusual for jude to be noisy but you could tell he was especially enjoying this because he simply could not get enough of the control he had whenever he’s got you bent over like this.

his gaze was slightly hazy as he watched the way your hips would roll back to meet every thrust of his, engulfing his cock wholly and coating him with a new layer of slick each time. it was filthy, and the sounds of your pussy gushing around his cock, skin slapping against one another and your sinful moans filled up the room—bouncing off the walls and surely reaching beyond it for whoever that cared enough to listen.

“jude” you cried out, feeling that all too familiar knot building up in your stomach come close to being undone. jude could sense that you were getting close, but he couldn’t give you the pleasure of a mind blowing orgasm just yet; not when he hadn’t even had the chance to kiss you.

your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled out of you, mouth falling open to let out a cry of protest that he dared to snatch away your orgasm. “i was so close—“ your attempt to complain was cut short as his palm came down on your arse—cause the plush flesh of your cheek to ripple from the impact as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“turn around f’me” he ordered, but then he didn’t wait for you to move—abruptly flipping you around so that you were laying with your back flat against the table now. his lips came crashing down on yours in a greedy manner, tongue swiping at your bottom lip—one hand coming to cradle the back of your neck so that he could tilt your head to slip his tongue inside when you parted your lips for him, deepening the kiss.

you moaned into his mouth, closing your legs around his waist to have him press back into you—the nudge of his tip against your clit making you arch your back off the table gracefully, one of your hands coming to cup his face as he let his teeth graze your bottom lip before licking at it once more.

he briefly pulled away from the kiss, pulling on your dress as a hint that he wanted it off—both your hands raising for him so that he could slide it off of you. if you hadn’t been so desperate for release, you would’ve found it in yourself to complain about the layers of clothing still remaining on him.

jude watched through hooded eyes at the way your chest heaved up and down, still trying to steady your breathing after that kiss—your lips damp and parted when you met his gaze through your lashes and fuck, you were gonna be the cause of his demise one day because he could swear he’d never seen a more beautiful sight before.

his thumb lightly brushed over your bottom lip, drinking in your mesmerizing form as he drew in an unsteady breath when he felt you jolt your lower half forward—causing his cock to twitch against your warmth. “need you to fill me up jude, please” there were tears pricking at your water line, threatening to spill over if you didn’t get what you wanted atleast in the next few seconds.

jude cursed under his breath as he guided himself between your thighs, pushing his length into your wetness with ease as his gaze stayed fixated on your face—wanting to capture even the slightest changes in your facial expression through his very own eyes. your mouth fell open as a loud gasp of his name escaped your lips, nails digging deep into his shoulder as you raked them across his skin—decorating his back with scratches that weren’t gonna heal for the next few weeks atleast. his teammates were gonna have fun teasing him about those, surely.

jude clasped his hand around your throat, keeping you pressed to the table as he leaned over your body to kiss you once again—a pathetic noise tumbling from your lips when his fingers squeezed your throat. your pussy clenched harshly around him at that action, his pace faltering just a little as he had to pull away from your lips to catch his breath—face tucking into your neck, a wrecked whimper leaving his mouth when your slick walls clamped around him yet again.

“fuck baby, m’ gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that” he gasped out which trailed off into a soft whine that made your clit ache because of how beautiful he’d sounded. you grabbed ahold of his jaw, making him meet your eyes and you couldn’t help yourself from kissing him again and again when he looked so wrecked—lips slotting messily over his as you greedily swallowed the pretty noises he was letting out for you.

he pressed his hand against the table as leverage, drawing his hips back and thrusting them forward in a particularly harsh thrust that found that sweet spot inside of you again—the contact pushing you dangerously closer to your orgasm.

“want you to fill me up jude, please cum inside me” you breathlessly whispered against his lips, and jude went a little dizzy from excitement once he’d realized what you were asking from him—his cock twitching inside you as began to fuck you a little harder.

“y’want me to fuck you full of my cum? gonna take it all for me like the good girl you are, is that right?” his voiced sounded so wrecked and you knew this was taking toll on him just as much as it was ruining you. you attempted to match the growing pace of his thrusts with quick snaps of your own hips—relishing in the grunts and whimpers leaving jude's mouth as there was nothing more you loved than when he got so noisy for you.

his hand dipped into the space between your legs, fingers finding home on your clit as he rubbed the bundle of nerves in circular motions—drawing you closer and closer to your building up orgasm.

his hips continued to jerk forward, fucking you into oblivion at a relentless pace as the tip of his cock continuously prodded against that same spot within you—which had you curling your toes and arching your back in an attempt to take him even deeper. his fingers rubbed over your sensitive bud in swift motions, even more wetness dripping out from you and soaking them in the process as you let out another loud whine.

“feel that good?” he laughed at the pathetic noise you’d let out, hissed a little when your pussy spasmed around him—a reminder that he was in no position to mock you when his own orgasm was seconds away.

with a few more swipes of his thumb over your clit, you were creaming around his cock—filthy noises spilling from your mouth as your walls squeezed harsh around jude, knocking the air out of his lungs as he came at the same time; hot spurts of his cum filling you up and decorating your insides.

he continued to fuck his cock into you throughout his orgasm, fucking his cum deeper as some leaked out of you—dripping down your thighs and onto the pool table, making a mess. jude’s upper half fell limp on top of yours, his face buried into your tits as quiet whimpers fell past his parted lips when his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of you.

you brought your hand to his face, wiping the bead of sweat that had collected on his forehead and stroked his cheek in a gentle gesture as you waited for him to come down from his high. he looked so pretty and fucked out—long lashes caressing his cheek as he kept his eyes close, trying to collect himself after the intense waves of orgasm that had just washed over him.

“feel that good?” you repeated his words from earlier, your lips spreading into a wide grin as his eyes finally opened to meet yours through those same pretty lashes—huffing out a breathy laugh.

“mhm, it was good—that was an intense game.” he lifted his weight off from you, leaning over to press a soft peck to your lips as he admired how gorgeous you looked. “but we’re gonna have to go for another round to decide on a winner, don’t you think?”