Logan Making You Squirt For The First Time? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Logan making you squirt for the first time? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🗣️🗣️🙏🙏

logan making you squirt for the first time (18+)

logan was traveled down the bed, head in between your thighs as he ate you out like he was starving and you were his final meal.

he moaned, sending vibrations to your core, the messy sound making you shiver and moan, the fact he was getting so into it made him so fucking horny.

“come on baby, you gonna cum? i know you’re close? be a good girl and cum for me, all over my fuckin’ face.”

his words made your body tremble, starting to feel as you slowly reached the edge.

you grasped onto his hair, nails then scratching slightly against his upper back, just grasping to whatever you could reach on him to leave marks, you knew how much he loved that.

he slowly slides two fingers into you, watching as you tremble, starting to penetrate your g-spot.

you feel yourself go over the edge, your orgasm so intense that your body shakes, pussy aching against logan’s tongue, “that’s it. good fucking girl. letting me eat her out and take care of her.”

you couldn’t help but moan again, feeling as your body almost came for a second time, and you looked down, watching as you drenched logan’s face. you knew what it was, you weren’t surprised, it was bound to happen with a cocky fucker like logan and a horny fuck like you.

you squirted all over his face, and logan couldn’t help but moan as you did so. once you were done, you looked down at him, watching as his eyes were scrunched shut and his mouth turned to a smile. his eyes opened, cockily smirking at you.

“did you just squirt?” his low raspy words make you tremble. he already knew the answer to that, but he loved to tease you and make you say it yourself.

you nodded, trying not to roll your eyes at his cockiness. he smiled up at you, lower half of his face wrinkling as he did so.

“yeah? i did that? god that was so fucking hot. were not stopping tonight until you do that again. this time all over my cock.”

-> skin | aurelién tchouameni |

genre: smut + no plot | minors dni 18+ only

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex, possessive tendencies, choking

baby strip down for me, go on take 'em off, don’t worry baby, i’mma meet you half way, cause I know you wanna see me

You were only two steps inside his foyer before his hand found the back of your neck as his lips met yours. Without a doubt, you loved coming home to Aurelien. You fell to pieces under his touch. You were always left wanting more of him and his recent time away from home was the longest week of your life. You had never been so obsessed with a man, let alone a man was equally obsessed with you.

Aurelien walked you backwards and your back hit the closed front door with a soft thud, his mouth trailing down your neck to your cleavage. You arched your back, opening yourself up to his touch - a silent indicator that you wanted him to explore you more.

“Aurelien,” You breathed out as he began sucking the top of your breast.

“Yes, bebe?” He muttered against your skin before continuing his exploration of your chest with his tongue. [baby]

“God I’ve been waiting all night for this - ugh, these heels.” You moaned and complained simultaneously.

Aurelien pulled away from your body and crouched down to pull the strappy designer heels off each foot, tossing them to the side while you reveled in the relief of being barefoot. His back muscles were illuminated under the warm light of the foyer. You could hear his TV in the background and you wondered if he had been waiting for you despite how tired he must have been from traveling. It was easily nearing midnight and though that wasn’t late for many people, it was late for Aurelien. He pulled you away from the door, picking you up and over his shoulder as if you were light as a feather. His hand gripped your thigh, his fingertips mere inches from to your core. You didn’t protest as he carried you into the living and set you down on the couch.

“This dress is too small.” Aurelien said as he hovered over you, thumbing the hem of the dress. It was very slutty and that meant you spent most of your night holding it in place. You had a feeling that he would love the dress and you knew it was driving him crazy because he wasn’t able to be attached to you all night. Usually, Aurelien would have loved to be there with you and have his hands on you, showing you off, but his travel schedule messed up your plans.

Instead of being there, he had to watch your social media stories to get glimpses of you. You texted him all night about nothing at all - just tipsy commentary about your evening until you hit the wall of drunkenness. You were practically begging him to fuck you in any way that he wanted. Aurelien loved it.

“By who’s standards ?” You asked with a tilt of your head, knowing that you chose the dress that he would end up taking it off of you. Rarely did Aurelien see you dressed up and you were glad you chose a skimpier option because his eyes were devouring every bit of your exposed skin.

“Mine,” He teased and focused his attention back on your cleavage, placing the most delicate kisses on your skin, “It’s been too long.” He said about the time you spent apart.

Aurelien loved the idea of you being approached by another man because he knew no one was ever going to measure up to him. He loved knowing that his touch was the only one you craved and he especially loved that you wore such a tiny dress, accentuating your ass in the most mouth watering way just for him. Aurelien loved that you thought of him just as much as a he thought about you and he especially loved being able to fuck you or make love to you to prove it.

“Patience is a virtue.” You joked as he bit your skin. You moved to pull off your thong, tossing it to the side to make yourself readily available. If someone would have told you that a blind date would lead to you being with a footballer who worshiped the ground you walked on you would have laughed. The kind of man didn’t exist - until you met Aurelien.

“You know I’d wait forever for you.” He asked as he began to push your dress up to your abdomen.

“I don’t want to wait, I need you inside of me.”You whispered as he slid his finger inside of you. It was as if the one piece of you that only Aurelien could touch suddenly burst into flames, taking over your every nerve. You could hear the wetness of yourself as he pulled his finger and in and out of you, his mouth capturing your own. You moaned into him and he sped up the pace, his strength making your whole body move against his hand.

The first night you hooked up with Aurelien was in the driver's seat of his luxury SUV because you simply couldn’t wait to get home. When you desperately crawled onto his lap in some random, empty, parking lot you were met with the same energy from Aurelien. He held your panties to the side with one hand to keep it out of his way while he pumped multiple fingers in and out of you. You were too stunned to even kiss him, unable to fathom that this was what your blind date had come to. You weren’t sure if you felt embarrassed or empowered - but with time, you recognized that it was sexual freedom from being treated as a princess.. Your gasps were so strong and his mouth was so close to yours while strings of French rolled off his tongue. It was only after you came all over his jeans that you decided he was going to come home with you. If it was for just a night, you would be satisfied. But you were lucky and completely enamored by the fact he wasn’t settling for just a hookup. He wanted you all to himself, all the time.

When he pulled his hands out of you, you got off the couch. Aurelien took your dress off before he started working on sliding off his own clothes. The second his clothes hit the floor you pushed him onto the couch and straddled him. He pulled you close with one arm, groaning as he reached for his dick to rub the tip across your drenched entrance. Once you slowly moved downward on his dick it was game over. You were a mess. Your moans were in cadence with his thrusts and you couldn’t help but tell him how big he felt. You were dizzy with desire and drunk from all the shots you took but you were certain that this was the best sex of your life.

Aurelien grabbed your hips as he thrusted deeply into you, hitting your g-spot with the curve of his dick in the process. You placed your hands on the back of the couch a, gripping it tightly to keep control of yourself. It hurt in the best way. Aurelien’s hand broke free and wrapped around your throat forcing you to tilt your head backwards and arch your back. His hands were large, warm, and sickeningly tight around your throat. Aurelien slowed down and took a breath, admiring how your wetness was all over his dick and thighs. You took the opportunity to grind on him, taking him even deeper inside yourself. He was touching your cervix and you were loving every minute of it.

“Putain.” Aurelien dropped his hand and collapsed into the cushions, his eyes focused on your body as you took control and continued to ride him. You placed your hands on his abdomen to steady yourself and keep your pace, moaning out his praises. [fucking hell]

“You’re so pretty riding me, bebe.” He commented with a lustful gaze. You bit your lip at his expression then tossed your hair to the side and began kissing his neck. You rhythm never faltered and you trailed the sloppiest kisses against his neck - sucking, nibbling, and using your tongue to hit those sweet spots. [baby]

“I missed you, I missed your dick.” You mumbled into his neck and he gripped your ass in response. His grip made you switch from a slow whine on his dick to slowly bouncing on him. .

“Trust me, it missed you too…couldn’t stop thinking of you on the road.” He admitted. You loved how shameless he was about you.

“God, call me next time so I can see how much you miss me.” The idea of him jacking off to you and your voice was mouth watering. The urge to taste him overwhelmed your senses and washed away any coherent sentence you were going to form so you leaned in to kiss him again and Aurelien’s lips were full, soft, and perfect against your own.

“Won’t need to call because you’ll be with me.” He said casually and moved to sit upright. Aurelien stood up,moved from the couch and tugged you to the middle of the floor. He laid you on the plush carpet in his living room, using his tongue to lick from your navel and up to your ear.

“What do you mean?” You asked him and his eyes snapped up to yours mischievously.

“The next match.” Aurelien slid himself inside you again and you gasped at the sudden fullness you felt. His face hovered a few inches above yours and you bit your lip to keep from screaming out. “I got you tickets.” He managed to say as he fucked you.

“Really?” You gasped as the pressure of him inside of you created a prickly feeling throughout your body. You could feel your orgasm building in your chest and you begged him to not stop - to keep going and never, ever stop.

“Fuck, Aurelien.” You inhaled and prepared for the delicious delirium coursing through your body. You grabbed ahold of his biceps as he fucked you in a desperate pace. Your body was falling apart under him and he was trying to hold himself together.

“Fuuuuck.” Aurelien groaned as his climax started. You could feel yourself nearing your own climax and you urged him to be more vocal. “You look so pretty taking all of me.” He praised you and heat flushed your cheeks. He watched himself moving in and out of you, admiring how you were dripping wet around him.

“Give me more Aurelien, don’t stop.” You urged. Aurelien propped himself on his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his abdomen and your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I’m going to cum,” He said huskily by your ear. You could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to control himself - to keep himself from coming. You were so enthralled by him that you spoke without thinking.

“Don’t pull out.” You begged, your voice gradually turned from a moan into a whimper of pure bliss. Your words activated a deep sense of possessiveness in Aurelien and in his need to please you, all of his rational thoughts disappeared. He buried himself as deep as he possibly could and released himself into you, feeling the twitch of his dick inside you. You moved your arms down from his shoulders to around his rib cage, wanting him to stay inside of you while your own climax hit you.

“Merde.” Aurelien exclaimed as your back arched off the floor as you began to ride the wave of your orgasm. Your eyes squeezed close as your legs shook from the pleasure. [shit]

“Aurel, baby,” You exclaimed, trying to keep your voice low.

“Let it out,” He directed, “Scream for me.”

Your scream drowned out the television and your vision became blinded by the light of pleasure that flooded your body. You panted and let go of Aurelien, relaxing onthe carpet. You tried to calm your breathing but it was nearly impossible to do after such an insane orgasm. You could reason with yourself that it was because of the alcohol in your system but you and Aurelien knew it was because of him. Your closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you fell victim to the drop of adrenaline.

As Aurelien pulled out of you and examined himself, he was shocked to see how much you came all over him. Pride swelled in his chest as he looked at you, sprawled on the floor in front of him, attempting to catch your breath. You gazed at him with hazy eyes and a small smile stretched across your face.

Aurelien leaned back down into you, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a passionate kiss. Every kiss with him felt like he was soaking you in for the last time. His hands trailed down your sides and it sent goosebumps across your skin. He pulled away and stood before reaching out his hand to help you up. You were unsteady on your feet but you made it to the couch and sat down. Aurelien left and came back with a wet towel for you to clean up and an old t-shirt of his for you to put on.

“You got me tickets?” You said and stood to slide the shirt over your head and tugged it down to cover yourself.

“Mhm.” He said huskily as he pulled up his sweats. The sweats sat low on his hips and you were tempted to go for another round with the way his dick was accentuated by the fabric. You stood up on your toes to kiss him and he gladly welcomed you.

“Where will I stay?” You asked.

“With me.” Aurelien answered.

“What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?”

“You can do what you want, you can shop.” He shrugged.

“Mmm, I’m a saver not a spender.” You admitted.

“Who said you would be spending your own money?” Aurelien asked and your mouth dropped open slightly. You weren’t sure what to say.

“You’re spoiling me.” You teased and you were met with a head shake.

“You haven’t seen spoiled yet,” He grinned, “Just wait.”

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

ANGST (I love it.)

Who Are You Trying to Convince? - Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n figures out why neymar has been so distant

warnings: cursing, lying, flirting with ex, anger

genre: angst ending in heartbreak

word count: 1.5k

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"can we run the order one more time?" the fashion show director called out.

the victoria's secret fashion show was the highlight of the year for the brand, and they had to make sure it was perfect.

"this is just to make sure that we are consistent." he yelled out, clapping his hands.

the angels got back into place and began strutting down the runway again. y/n was looking forward to this year's show, the artists and the outfits were like never before.

after another hour or so, the rehearsals finished, and all the models were free to go home. in contrast to everyone else, y/n sort of dreaded the idea. she would see her boyfriend, and he had been distant lately. she'd tried talking to him, apologizing, fixing her behavior, going on dates, but nothing worked. he was just as distant as ever, and it sucked because they were reaching their six month anniversary.

he'd been distant from the start of the relationship, but instead of the distance slowly closing, it just kept getting bigger and bigger. as she got dressed and drove to neymar's house, she tried calling him but he didn't pick up. he must be busy, she assumed. however, when she got home, there was no one there. she called out for him, but there was nothing. she texted him too, no response. she figured he might've gone clubbing, since it was friday night.

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four hours had passed since y/n got to neymar's house, and she watched as the clock struck twelve. out of pure boredom, y/n decided to check the news.

it was the usual, political disagreements between parties, international news, and something about a new research study that had come out. she scrolled through the headlines until she found one that caught her eye.

famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine!

y/n felt her stomach drop. she collected herself. bruna goes out on fridays too, they could've just been caught at the same place, and the paparazzi decided to make a story out of it.

she clicked on the article. there were photos. that was neymar and bruna for sure. the first photo was them both at the same club. the second one was them talking. the third was him pulling her hand away to an isolated corner. the fourth was them talking again, and his eyes really did give it all away. he looked at her with longingness and desire, and she returned the expression. the fifth picture was them going back inside. the sixth was a photo of them together, smiling. he had his arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him.

there were too many photos for this to be fake. y/n felt tears fill her eyes. is this why he had been so distant? because he wanted bruna back?

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at 1:30 is when neymar returned home. he came in laughing. y/n looked up from where she was sitting, a barstool near the kitchen counter.

"hi babe." he said, greeting y/n, which he hadn't done in weeks. "what're you doing here?"

"hey. missed you, so i decided to come." she smiled. "where were you?'

"club, couple of friends invited me to go get drinks." he explained.

"sounds fun! did you meet anyone else there?" she questioned, making sure to sound happy instead of angry and hurt.

"nah, just me and the boys." he brushed off.

"really? because every single news article is saying something else." y/n said.

they looked at eachother, dread instantly filling neymar's eyes.

"what are you on about now?" he asked, the change in his tone evident.

"famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine." y/n read from the article.

he rolled his eyes.

"you don't actually believe that shit, do you?" he scoffed.

"i didn't, until six photos were shown. i didn't, until i realized you had ignored all my calls and texts. i didn't, until you started acting distant." she said, rage slowly beginning to seep into her voice.

"it's loud at the club, i'm sorry for not having superhearing. i'm sorry i get tired after running around all fucking day. and i'm sorry i ran into an old friend and said hi." he said, passive-aggressively.

"fuck off. you had to take her into a private corner to talk to her? you had to look at her like that? you had to take a photo with her where you're barely inches apart?" y/n spat, channeling his attitude back at him. "bruna's not just an old friend, she's your ex. if i did that shit, you would've yelled at me the minute i walked in."

"and what're you doing?" neymar chuckled. "i didn't want to talk to her in front of everyone, because i didn't want rumors to spread, but seemingly, they still did. i took a photo with her because she wanted me too. and how did i look at her?

"you looked at her like how you should be looking at your girlfriend, not your ex." she explained.

"she's not just my ex." he said. "long before she was an ex, she was a friend. and she's an established woman, don't act like she isn't. she's an actress, a model, a philanthropist, and a friend.i can't have friends now?"

"not when it's someone who clearly has romantic interest in you."

"so you're jealous?" he concluded.

"neymar! will you just fucking listen?" y/n yelled, not knowing where the sudden anger came from. "i'm your girlfriend so obviously, i'm going to get pissed off when you get a little to comfortable with your ex-girlfriend after you've been distant for the past couple of weeks!"

"oh my god, i was just being polite!" he yelled. "don't worry, the next time any woman comes up to me, i'll shove them off and say 'sorry, i have a girlfriend. please fuck off.'"

"but that's not what you said? you didn't even mention me because the way you were looking at each other and touching each other said everything!" she yelled back. she was not wrong here. "if i did this, you would be down my throat, and i would understand why, because i'm not supposed to be flirting with my ex when i'm in a relationship!"

"i wasn't flirting with her!" he yelled.

"then why don't you tell me what you guys talked about! prove it to me." y/n said, crossing her arms.

"we talked about our careers." he said. "she was the one saying we should meet up and we should go together, and i was the one who said no!"

"but you wanted to say yes! didn't you? you wanted to say yes." y/n whispered softly, feeling the anger turn into deep and utter sadness.

that look he gave her, that look spoke a million words he couldn't. a tear dropped from her eye. she hadn't cried in front of him for months. she quickly wiped away her tear.

neymar's attitude changed, the anger on his face softened to empathy.

"don't cry." he said.

"why, does it make you feel bad? does it finally make you see me as human?" she whispered. "does it hurt you or your ego?"

"that's not fair y/n."

"what's not fair is you dating me when you clearly still have feelings for bruna." she said, coming to a realization. "you never like me, i was just the next thing you could get to try. i was your replacement."

the tears started flowing again.

"no, no, y/n, you know that's not true." he said, walking over and trying to wipe the tears off her face, but she stepped back.

"who are you trying to convince? me or yourself?" she insisted.

of course she never felt close to him, because he was waiting for her to become someone she wasn't. he was waiting for bruna, one way or another.

"you've been dethatched from this relationship ever since it started, because you miss your last one. just do me a favor and admit so i can stop trying to make myself believe you somewhat care about me."

"i do care about you." he argued.

"really? what's my favorite color? when's the show? what's one of my hobbies? what's my favorite movie? when's my birthday?" she asked.

"your favorite color is (wrong color). the show is october 14. one of your hobbies is painting. your favorite movie is (wrong movie). your birthday is (your birthday)."

"really? because my favorite color is (your favorite color). the show is october 21. and my favorite movie is (your favorite movie)." she corrected. "now what's bruna's favorite color. when's her next film coming out? what's her favorite movie?"

"don't do this to me y/n." neymar said, regret clearly filling his eyes.

"answer neymar."

"pink. december 17. pixote." he said.

"and you remember all of that, don't you?"

"please y/n."

y/n shook her head.

"there's going to be a new headline tomorrow. feel free to explain to everyone why." she said, walking over to grab her keys.

"i love you." he said.

the words echoed throughout the house.

"no you don't." she chuckled, leaving through the front door.

as time gets close - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: almost close to your due date, what is wrong with a late-night grocery trip with your very excited and anxiously waiting fiance?

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psa 🗣️: a little dad! jude blurb bc we haven’t seen much of this on the timeline!! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

"why are you bending down? you know that is bad for you," you rolled your eyes at your fiance's scolding, grabbing the keys from the floor. "i dropped the keys by accident," you say as you pick the correct key that belonged to the lock. jude rubbed your belly, ensuring you were okay before helping you out to the car, the reusable bags tucked underneath his arm.

"did you bring the list?" you ask him seeing as he nods and pulls it out from the pockets of his hoodie. "i did. i also brought you some snacks because you didn't eat much after getting some nausea," you pouted your lips leaning up to peck his cheek thanking him. "what would i do without you?" you tease, a playful scoff falling from his lips.

"what makes you think you'd be without me? i'm attached to you for life remember?" he grabs your left hand kissing over your ring finger as he gives you a knowing look. you feel as he brings your intertwined hands to your belly, "and you're carrying my baby in there."

"really i couldn't tell," you say sarcastically.

"let's make it quick because my feet already hurt and i want to sleep," you advised letting out a tired yawn. despite being close to your due date, you still had some work to do before maternity leave. making calls to set meetings, attending them over zoom, filing paperwork, in charge of making sure the firm doesn't backfire, and planning some stuff out for your wedding.

jude had told you multiple times to take it easy, but placing that aside, he always helped you unconditionally. in the shower, when cooking, taking care of chores, before bed, and attending all your doctor's appointments. he was your personal midwife and wanted to take care of you the most he could.

you remembered to look on his face when you told him you were expecting, the tears on his face as he spoke to your barely bump all night and traced his hands on your belly. singing and humming lullabies and stories about his day. since then he wanted to protect you the best he could.

going to the grocery store at this time was nothing new, in fact, it became so prevalent now that you were pregnant because you craved everything. making jude do a late run to pick up your cravings or groceries for the upcoming weeks. the same store, at the same time.

you placed your purse on the cart, snuggling into your jacket as the cold air inside the store blew you away. you followed jude who picked out veggies and greens for his meal prepping, helping him tie the bags and weigh them on the digital scale that produced labels. you watched in awe as your boyfriend picked out three pairs of different flowers. "what are these for?" you asked, smelling the flowery scent.

"for the house. we need to replace the old ones that dried out," jude says with a shy grin. "you were the one who said plants and flowers bring a sense of home into our house, " jude recalled your words, kissing your temple, pushing the cart since it became a bit heavier. "i did say that didn't i? well i wasn't wrong," you shrug, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he trailed along isles to pick up the different items on the list.

he did all the heavy lifting as you reached and picked stuff up from your level, like spices and eggs. you turn your back for a few seconds to retrieve some milk and coffee beans for the morning, to see the cart filled with pop tarts and other salty snacks. "no no no," you shake your head, as jude whines out protests. "y/n we need them! they're even on sale!"

“jude, i don’t care! we just got some three days ago!,” you say laughing, putting back the box of pop tarts. “y/n i’m telling you right now, in a couple of hours or days you’re gonna have me running back here for them,” jude states following behind you.

“am not!” you quickly defend, bringing a hand to your aching back. “are too! last night you had me running out for cheetos. what’s it going to be today? kettled popcorn? or wingstop?” jude teased making you rolls your eyes and focusing back on to what needed to get done. “don’t forget we need to pick some of that acid reflex stuff for you, to get rid of the heartburn,” jude reminds you, taking the cart and walking out of the pop tarts isle, sneaking a box in for you.

“what’s left on the list?” you ask him, taking out a small snack you had in your purse and offering some to jude. “we need bananas, strawberries, orange juice, and meats for upcoming dinners…” jude reads the list one by one, using his index finger as he goes along.

you pass by an isle grabbing some cereal and granola for your yogurts and bowls. jude insisting he grabs his favorite too since you refuse to share from your part. as you wait by the deli section jude come behind you, grabbing your belly and relieving some of the pressure.

you immediately lay your head back on his shoulder sighing in relief, hearing jude chuckle and place a kiss on your head. “almost there darling,” he whispered running one of his hands along your tummy. “i know what you’re doing jude… and if this baby starts kicking right now i’ll leave you here,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to help you love. doesn’t it feel good?” he reprimanded as you nodded. “yes but not when she starts kicking, i swear she does it on purpose and it’s your fault. like she knows it you,” you said feeling your lower back less tense and heavy. "i kid you not, last night she almost made me pee from this hard kick!"

"sounds to me like we have a mini footballer coming into our lives," said jude continuing to hold your belly since you were tired and your baby was heavy. he had read the method online with other tips and tricks. jude got more into reading when he found out you were pregnant, wanting to know every effect and secret to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

"let's hope not, i don't think i could handle cleaning up broken stuff around the house every day," you sigh, releasing yourself from his hold because you began to get hot. you didn’t understand how your body was so quick to adjust and then de-adjust from hot and cold, but it was so easy and it drove you mad sometimes.

“you okay?” jude softened his eyes as you let out a breath of despair, holding your hand and feeling a sit squeezed tightly against his. “yeah just got a mini cramp,” you held your back and practiced breathing methods you learned, “i’m good, i promise,” you kiss his hand before retrieving the meats from the butcher. "we'll get home soon, and i promise you a warm tea and massage okay?"

"did you want chocolate or strawberry milk?" jude held up the pint containers, "strawberry, we still have chocolate milk at home," you said, jude nodding as he quickly picked the orange juice and your favorite yogurts. "i was never a fan of sweet or flavored milk but these are soooo good," you exaggerated, jude smiling hard down at you.

"never a fan? these were my childhood as a kid! my mum used to buy these or the powder to make it ourselves," jude says recalling a old memory thinking of his babygirl. "you reckon she'll like them too?" jude spoke softly as he saw you give him a fast nod. if there was one thing loved it was discussing his babygirl. he was so anxious and wanted to meet her. the itch in his teeth getting bigger as every day passes.

to hold her while she slept, hug her to keep her warm, coddle her to sleep, feed her. he was ready for it all. he loved to shop and spoil her already. her carrier, crib, different books, toys, and stuffed animals like he had as a kid. she didn't know it yet, but she would be jude's second best friend. firstly you. always you.

they saw if one ever finds love at first sight, and jude definitely did with you. a smile so bright, eyes gleaming with happiness, a stranger who he fell madly with almost immediately after hearing her say hello. through ups and downs, you found your way to each other and since then, it's a love story for the movies. jude had his career blowing, a beautiful fiancee, and now a baby on the way. what more could he want?

as jude helped bag the groceries into the recycled bags you had, you paid and thanked the cashier whom you got close with on nights like these. asking how her day was, about her kids, anything special, always something to distract her. "you two have a safe night!" she yelled as you turned and thanked, wishing her a good night as well.

after you insisted on helping, you carried four light bags as jude carried most bags since he hated double trips. you guys quickly unpacked everything, longing and wishing to get into bed. you ensure the stove and other appliances are off, grabbing your tea and heading upstairs with jude.

"lay here for me," jude instructed, grabbing some cream and begging to smooth and massage out the muscles on your legs and shoulders. "after we have her, i promise i'll return every single thing you did for me while i was pregnant," you say struggled and full pleasure as the tension went away at jude's fingertips. "oh i'm fully expecting the injured boyfriend method again," jude teased as he finished up.

he grabbed a new book, laying on your side as you brushed and played with a few curls on his head, twirling them around your finger as he breathed softly. he looked so gentle and full of excitement like this, reading to your babygirl, who sensed her daddy's voice as she kicked. she knew, she always knew.

he applied your belly oil to prevent any stretch marks and kissed the small ones that formed along the way. jude cherished your body for carrying his baby in there, for being able to give and bring a new life into his and yours. you laid on your side, jude's chest connecting and fitting the crevasse on your back, holding your tummy as in a way to keep it safe.

you placed and locked hands with his, as jude wishing you a goodnight, peering kissed on your shoulders then finally lips, moaning in delight, a tiny groan leaving his lips. "i love you so much darling," he whispered, kissing your temple and snuggling into you more. "iloveyoutoojude," you said fast, with a playful smile on your lips as you felt a familiar sensation of a certain craving. "okay now i do want some pop tarts..."

"are you serious right now?"

no pressure but imo we should get a winners fic today 🤭

Every night - Jude Bellingham

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend’s real reward is at home, waiting for him to make their night unforgettable…

GENRE: smut, reward sex

WARNINGS: smut (+18), fingering, jerking off, unprotected sex, crampie…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: of course i had to write this…especially with him looking so hot tonight😌

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If there’s one thing Jude loved more than winning a game, it was what came after.

Sure, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the match, and the praise of being called the best on the pitch was a rush like no other. But what really got him, what he craved most, was knowing that you were waiting for him at home with that smile, the one that told him he’d more than earned his reward.

Tonight was no different.

“Oi, Jude, you comin’ out to celebrate?” Vinícius called out, his grin infectious.

“Nah, man, got somethin’ special planned,” Jude replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. The lads teased him, but he didn’t care. He knew they’d understand.

It was when he opened the door of his hotel’s room that he saw his real reward, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” you teased.

Jude’s grin matched yours as he dropped his bag by the door, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know I had to, right? Can’t leave my biggest fan waitin’.”

He led you to the couch, where you comfortably sat on his lap, still looking at him.He kissed you slowly, like he was savoring every second of it, every taste of you. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he held you just a little tighter, his fingers gripping you like he never wanted to let go.

“Jude…” you breathed out, barely able to form words as his hands roamed your body, exploring, claiming.

“Mhm?” he hummed against your lips, his eyes half-lidded, full of that fiery intensity you loved so much.

“You were so good out there baby…” You whispered against his lips, which curved into a satisfied smile as he felt your breath against his skin.

“Yeah?” Jude’s voice was a low growl against your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “You know I do it all for you, right?”

You shivered under his touch, fingers tangling in his hair. “I know, baby.”

His hands roamed down your back, gripping your waist with a possessive intensity, his mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck. Soft moans escaped your lips.

“Don’t ever stop making that sound, yeah?” he murmured between kisses. You silently nodded, doing exactly as he requested.

Jude’s hands moved with purpose, tracing the curve of your body until his fingers brushed against the delicate lace of your panties. He pressed a finger against the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness beneath.

“Fuck, you’re so ready for me,” he growled, his voice thick. He slid your panties aside, his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping inside, making you gasp.

“Jude…” you moaned, clutching at his shoulders, your hips rocking against his hand. His thumb found your clit, circling it with just the right pressure, making you see stars.

“You like that?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good, Jude… don’t stop,” you panted, your nails digging into his back.

He smiled against your neck, adding another finger and thrusting them deeper, his pace relentless. “Gonna make you come, love. Gonna make you scream my name.”

You could feel the tension building, your body trembling with the need for release. Jude’s fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough and urgent. “Let go.”

With a cry, you did, but Jude didn’t stop, his fingers working you through your orgasm until you were a trembling, panting mess in his arms.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing you deeply, his hand still teasing your oversensitive flesh. “But we’re not done yet.”

You gently pushed him back, your eyes locked with his as you slid down his body. He watched you with a mix of surprise and hunger as you unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard length.

“You want to be rewarded too, right?” you whispered, your voice sultry.

Jude could only nod, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m all yours.”

You wrapped your hand around him, your tongue flicking over the tip before taking him into your mouth. His groan was deep and guttural, his hands finding their way to your hair, guiding you as you moved.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he muttered, his hips thrusting gently. You took him deeper, your tongue swirling around him, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. His grip tightened in your hair as you increased your pace, the sounds of your sucking and his moans filling the room.

“Baby, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his as you continued to stroke him, your mouth working the tip with focused intensity.

With a shuddering groan, he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed every drop, licking him clean before looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

Jude pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

He climbed over you, positioning himself between your legs. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as he lined himself up with your entrance. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you closed your eyes at the feeling.

“Nu-uh, let me look at these pretty eyes,” Jude murmured, his voice rough.

You did as he asked, opening your ‘pretty eyes’ and grabbing his hand, squeezing and caressing it

As he entered you, he started moving his hips slowly at first, savoring every moment. You moaned softly, the sensation overwhelming.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours. “So tight, so perfect.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Jude… faster, please.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one driving you closer to the edge.Your gasps and moans filled the room .

“Your legs are shaking so much, baby,” he whispered, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

“God- Don’t stop please,” you whimpered , your nails digging into his shoulders.

He increased his pace, his thrusts hitting deeper and harder. “I never thought I’d hear you say this. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You moaned louder, your body arching into his. “Jude… I’m so close…”

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “I’m gonna come.”

The intensity of his thrusts, combined with the pressure of his thumb on your clit, pushed you over the edge once more.As he spilled inside you, he messily kissed you,moving your hair from your face.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding.

You turned to face him, blushing a bit.

“Why are you looking at me like this?”you asked, trying to catch your breath, a playful grin on your face.

“I’m just imagining how amazing it would be to celebrate like this every night.”