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I hate it when I'm stubborn about opening the filtered ship tag thingies out of curiosity and get shot on the chest like OUCH im not being the self preservation queen i usually am rn
hi could you please do thigh riding with jude but he talks you through it🫶
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ intentions. jude bellingham smut
it was always going to happen.
from the minute you woke up you felt the surge between your thighs.
the dull ache.
one that hadn't shifted all day. your everyday tasks laced by the way you felt. your small texts becoming increasingly needier as you more or less begged jude to come home. of course you dared to type out how you were feeling — instead leading him on. playfully. subtly expressing your desires.
his hands burned the skin of your hips. thighs parted as you perched on his knee. his toned flesh beckoning you to move. to do something. anything. eyes capturing yours as he cooed teasingly, "my pretty baby doesn't know what to do".
face heated by embarrassment and sheer need you nodded. smartly. knowing that agreeing with him would get you what you wanted.
but you didn't know how you wanted him to make you feel good.
fingers shakily digging into his shoulders as you slid yourself further up his thigh. you swallowed back a moan. desperate to keep your noises to yourself. not wanting to boost jude's ego any further.
your exposed cunt dragged over his skin. coating him with a thin layer of your excitement. your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you ducked your head. the sight of the mess you were already making igniting something inside of you.
it was a gesture of goodwill — jude's hands cupping the backs of your thighs as he guided you over him. back. and forth. capturing your clit in a way that made you groan incoherently. a warm bubble in the pit of your stomach as you rolled your head to the left. completely entrapped in the pleasure that reeked through your body. making each of your limbs tingle in pure satisfaction.
jude's face was a masterpiece. an erotic one.
his eyes clouded with darkness. throat tight as he squeezed his fingertips against you. it was impossible to deny the effect you were having on him. boxers strained against his crotch as he felt himself harden. entranced in the way you steadily began to rock yourself. getting yourself off on him. using him.
"that's it— baby slow down—" his demands came out as whimpers. adam's apple bobbing in his neck as he tensed his thigh beneath you. he could feel the franticness pour from your movements. each time you pushed back he'd pull you forward. craving the feeling of your wetness soaking his skin.
his words became more hoarse. almost as though he was close to finishing himself. without the need to be touched. jude's demands earned goosebumps that riddled over your arms. head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you tried your hardest to listen to the way he told you how to make yourself cum — go slower, push down harder, look at me when you cum baby.
That moment when you're slowly suffering in your room and everyone stops responding to my messages at the same time...