#footballer x you

[nosugarallspice]

we NEEEDDD more tough jude. imagine jude and reader arguing all day over the silliest things, but they have to go to a bar to meet up with with jude’s friend and they decide to put a stop to it for the time being but reader decides to be pissy and bratty all night. she then picks a fight with j someone. jude has had ENOUGH. he grabs her and physically pulls her out of there and drags her home. reader continues to be bratty until jude shuts her up by fucking the life out of her until she’s begging for him to stop but he doesn’t (check ins with safe word but reader chooses not to say it)

Okay but these requests always hit! Like I dunno what it is but picturing Jude putting you in your place is soooo sexy???

Author’s Note: I feel like this was longer than usual but maybe not? I don’t mind it so I hope you guys don’t either. Also if there’s any typos don’t pay attention, just ignore it lmao.

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 753

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You and Jude had been at each other's throats throughout the day, it was annoying, but he’d aggravate you over the smallest things - you being annoyed with him, of course only made him even more annoyed with you. There was constant bickering between the two of you - and you were fed, but so was he.

“I can’t believe you’re making me go.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you drove to the new restaurant that had just opened up downtown, Vini invited you both out for lunch - without running it by you, Jude of course agreed even though you both were at each other's throat.

“Not like I have a choice? We were invited so it would be rude not to go.” Jude grumbled, arms crossed over his chest as he sat in the passenger seat.

The rest of the car ride was silent, and you couldn’t really complain about it.

You finally found parking and made your way inside - You tried your best to be cordial with Jude, even though you felt like strangling him most of the time, you pushed your feelings aside just for the evening.

Jude sat at the table chatting with Vini while you made your way over to the bar, a few drinks wouldn’t hurt, or so you thought it wouldn’t.

One drink led to another, let’s just say you had a bit too much to drink and ended up arguing with a few people near the bar.

Jude ended up pulling you out of the restaurant after he said goodbye to Vini. You protested, trying to get your point across that you didn’t start it, but Jude was fed up.

You laid your head against the window with your eyes closed, the ride home was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the radio, until Jude broke the silence. “So,are you going to say anything?” He asked, as he pulled into the driveway.

“Nope.” You mumbled before getting out of the car and stumbling into the house.

—

You cried out into the pillow as you buried your face in it. The grip Jude had on your hips would definitely be leaving bruises for you to see tomorrow.

His hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you from behind, “this is all you want, hm?” He spoke through gritted teeth. His cock pushing deeper into you with each thrust.

You felt him lean forward, his hand sliding up your back and towards the front of your neck, he gripped gently, pulling you up, your back now pressed against his chest. This new angle causes the tip of his cock to brush against your sweet spot repeatedly, making you squirm against him.

“Fuck, Jude!” You cried, throwing your head back against his shoulder, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His lips brushed against your ear, a smirk on his face as you melted into him.

“Yes!” You moan, your tiny hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Such a slut, for me.” He chuckled, his free hand sliding in between your thighs, pressing firmly against your aching clit, circling it slowly, he knew it would drive you crazy.

You gasp, your pussy clenching around him, warning him for your next orgasm but that doesn’t stop him of course, he continued.

As much as you squirmed trying to get out of his grip, he wouldn’t let you go. “I know you can give me one more.” He insists, cock buried deep inside you.

“Too much.” You whimpered as he placed a slap to your ass. Your nails dug into his wrist, causing his grip to tighten.

“I think you can handle it.” He smiles, keeping his fingers on your clit.

As much as you hate to admit it, it hurt but it hurt so good, so good that you didn’t want him to stop, instead you wanted him to ruin you.

Finally, Jude pushes you back down on the bed, your chest pressed against the mattress and his chest pressed against your back. Of course this was to teach you a lesson, but he was still needy and wanted to be close to you.

“Too much?” Jude whispers against your shoulder, his movements starting to slow. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.” He kisses your shoulder, his hand caressing your hip.

You shook your head, “n-no, keep going.” You moan, throwing your hips back against him.

“That’s my girl.” Jude grins, looking down to watch as you fuck back into him.

[judessangel]

size kink with jude? like "it wont fit" "ill make it fit" ???

𐙚 ATTA GIRL —

‌#pairing : jude bellingham x fem reader

‌#cw : 18+ mentions of oral sex (reader receiving), pnv sex, unprotected sex, lots of praise, size kink

‌#summary : jude making his dick fit in ur tiny hole

‌#note : posted this On My Way! to my job !!

jude loved taking his time, devouring you like you were his last meal, going knuckles deep into you, hearing you moan soft whimpers as he ran his tongue over your clit.

he came to kiss your lips, and you tasted yourself as he placed his cock in front of your wet cunt, sliding over your still sensitive clit, drawing a moan from you which he swallowed with his ever hungry lips.

" jude, " you breathed between kisses, drunk on the sensations, " ’s too big, " you swallowed as his hand gripped your thigh firmly to give him room and his lips nuzzled your neck.

" it won't fit, " you assured him.

just taking his tip in was complicated for the simple reason, and that inflated his ego, so much.

" i'll make it fit," he reassured, stroking your hair as he came to kiss your cheek, " i'm sure you can take it darlin’. "

he drowned you in kisses as you felt his dick tracing up and down your clit, coating himself in your wetness, one of your hands coming to rest on his back and the other on his tense arm.

" fuuuuccck. " he groaned, his breath ghosting over your skin, " you're so wet, "

you let a gasp escape you as he began to press his tip between your hole, a low growl escaping his mouth and falling in a warm cloud onto your skin.

you breathed in deeply as he continued to press in slowly, his lips coming to kiss your forehead in encouragement.

" it wont fit if you tense like that, baby. " he came to kiss your lips, his hand gently sliding down your body, settling on your waist where his thumb made circular movements.

" i can't, " you complained, tears welling up in your eyes as you pressed your eyelids strongly together.

" you can, " he murmured, kissing the corner of your eyelids tenderly, " atta girl. "

you inhaled softly, and then tried to relax, closing your eyes and biting your lip as he thrust deeper into you.

" that's it, " he encouraged softly, " that's my girl, innit? "

his praise made you flutter around him, an appreciative moan rising from his throat as he finally got all the way inside you.

you threw your head back, breathing shakily as he kissed your neck with tenderness, "takin' me so well, fuckin' love this pussy."

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[daddyricsdoll]

can i get "can you give me a little spin" with jude bellingham? you both were going out and he says that to you and before you head out it ends with smut. thankss and congratsss

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇

The door to our bedroom opens and Judes head pokes out through the gap. A small grin brightening his lips. “Oh you look great.” He welcomes himself in, eyes widening at my appearance. “Give me a little spin.” He motions it with his finger and takes a step back, acting as if I’m too special to be too close to. A wide grin on my lips as he stares at me with awe. The bark of my favourite tree, and pigment of my most loved chocolate gleaming in his eyes. Sparks of confidence exploding through my body as I spin, finally giving myself a worth I never thought I had.

“Oh you’re stunning aren’t ya?” Jude walks forward, hands grabbing the outline of my body. Looking down at me with a raw beauty in his smile, but a smirk that I know all too well starts to peek out.

“You’re so beautiful… I think I need a taste.” His lips drag along my neck.

“Jude, we have to go-”

“It can wait. But you, oh you’re fucking gorgeous, and can’t wait.” Jude’s calloused hands grab my waist and pull my body toward him. “You’re so addicting.” His hands slip behind me and slide the zipper of my dress down. Letting the fabric of my dress start dropping before he pulls it all the way down leaving me in just my panties.

“All for me.” Lifting my body up, just to drop me into the bed. Doing the work of his pants in seconds before crawling onto the bed and spreading my legs wide open. He eagerly drags my panties down my legs and throws them onto the floor to lay beside my dress. Looking down at me with a fiery glint in his eyes.

“Can you take me?” Jude teases.

“When have I not?” I breathe out, leaning on my elbows with my knees bent. Being in a vulnerable position, but feeling so powerful.

“Fuck, you’re right.” He presses his tip against my entrance, making little nudges before thrusting in. Leisurely, but surely fitting his whole length inside of me. A deep groan escaping his parted lips. Resulting in a long broken moan leaving mine.

“My fucking pretty girl.” Jude grunts out as he finds just the right pace to make each of his movements force my breathing to become deeper and unholy sounds to run out of my mouth. My g-spot being used as his own punching bag, hitting it constantly. Sometimes tenderly, but many others with a deep aggression.

“I don’t know if I can go out after this. ‘need to be in you all night.” Jude leans down, planting a soft but needy kiss on my lips. Exchanging moans with each other and indulging in every feeling.

Slowly forgetting about whatever dinner reservation we had as Jude fucks each thought out of my head. Bringing me into a thoughtless, but perfect night.

[hiddenlife-manager]

I just need jude to release all of his after match anger or tension on me! 😭

Jude Bellingham x Fem reader

cw... lube mention, ass slapping, hair pulling, dom Jude, rough Jude, rough sex, jealous sex, mention/ implied fingering, cum mention, and etc...

notepad... I love you for giving me this idea. This has inspired me to write so much that I have one more Jude story that is a request. Send more for Jude, or maybe another soccer player. (I updated my masterlist)

The room was loud, with the sound of skin slapping and the lewdness of your cunt dripping from the constant abuse of Jude's hands. The white lube was dripping on the expensive silk sheets of the bed. Your ass are red from the constant impact of Jude's hand.

"God, you're so fuckin tight." Jude groaned, his head thrown back, his left hand gripping your hair, and his right hand holding onto your hips. Your body covered in hickeys caused by the man who had you bent over. Your hands wobbled, trying to keep yourself up. Jude abused your hole the moment he came home.

"Slow- slow down, baby." Jude grinned. You couldn't see his sweaty body behind you as he caressed your hips. He let go of your hair and grabbed your neck from behind, his shirtless chest touching your back. He leaned toward your ear.

"We both know you don't fuckin mean it - god- you just clamped around me." He groaned as he let go of your neck and placed his right hand on your right cheek. He caressed your right cheek and quickly slapped your ass. You screamed in pain as your walls got tighter around his throbbing cock.

"Jude - ah-" you moaned as Jude kept his body close to your back, leaving bite marks around your shoulder. He knew how to shut you up; he knew you wanted him to let go of his anger on your beautiful body.

"God, that fuckin idiot, dare talk about you during a match." He groaned as he kept thrusting into your hole. Your legs began to shake from the feeling of pressure on your lower body. You pushed your thighs together, trying to stay up, and your arms were struggling to keep you up. "Close, aren't you?"

You whimpered, and a low chuckle left him as he felt himself get close. His muscles tightened, slamming himself in your lewd set hole that made such a lewd noise whenever he pulled out and slammed himself back in your cunt. He needed to fuck you dumb and knew this was going to last hours.

He could feel your legs shaking, and he created your body, fucking you harder than before, and in seconds, your arms fail and you fall into your face. He pulled out a ring of white around the base of his cock as he slammed himself back in harshly.

Your tongue was out as loud moans escaped your lips, and your cunt squeezed out a clear liquid as he groaned from your cunt pulsating around him. He pulled out, and his thin ropes of cum landed on your ass and lower back.

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

—--

you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship. 

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak. 

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him. 

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit. 

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm. 

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles. 

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles. 

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets. 

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention. 

hey might as well rip the band aid off. 

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you. 

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood. 

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him. 

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you. 

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night. 

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over. 

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work. 

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel. 

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now. 

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that." 

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble. 

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes. 

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again. 

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you. 

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle. 

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you. 

[trcpicoz]

https://www.tumblr.com/trcpicoz/740049969906647040/send-in-some-ideas-preferably-smut?source=share

Here me out!

Dom!Pedri x Sub!Reader, where she's riding pedri and he's just cooing and mocking hear moans and she just kind of get piss off so in order to make up to her he gave her the most desiring rough sex

(sorry 😔 just that man makes me so horny)

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

author’s note: sorry this took longer than expected i hope you like it <3

masterlist

warnings: smut 18+, dom!pedri, sub!reader, rough sex, neck grabbing, oral m receiving, creampie

“ay papi fuck” you moaned as you rid his shaft satisfying your walls covering his length in your arousal.

pedri laughed at your moans “it’s so easy to make you moan and cum for me i don’t even have to try i just let you bounce on my dick”

“shut the fuck up pedri” you climbed off of him and sat on the bed facing away from him. his words bothered you. pedri was much more experienced than you, in fact, you lost your virginity to pedri. he always lasted longer than you in bed, always overstimulating your clit and fucking you through the night with multiple rounds edging himself.

“oh so you’re mad princesa?” pedri whispers into your ear making you weak and vulnerable. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” pedri began to kiss your neck licking it and leaving hickeys to mark his territory. “i know you’ve been wanting it rough and if you want i can make it up to you with that but the last time we did that i wasn’t as strong as i am now i don’t want to hurt that sweet tight pussy of yours” pedri built up so much muscle and you had to admit he was so much stronger even his gentle thrusts feel more powerful and you loved it, you loved how weak and submissive you felt when he thrusted between your folds.

"you wont hurt me baby i trust you please just fuck me and treat me like your princess" you leaned your head back to talk to him kissing his lips while he fondled your breasts moaning into your mouth.

pedri grabbed your neck tight enough to feel his strength and dominance over you but careful enough not to hurt his princess. “be a good girl, get on both knees and service me”.

you followed his orders and sat on your knees. pedri stood in front of you “i know you’ve never gotten face fucked have you?”

“what’s tha-”

before you could finish the question pedri had grabbed you hair to move it out of the way and also get a good grip on you. “open your mouth and find out”. pedri spit in your mouth and stuck his throbbing shaft down your throat. the gagging noises were music to his ears “sí amor you follow instructions so well always obeying my every command”. pedri fucked the hell out of your throat beginning to make it sore from his heavy thrusts.

“baby fuck me”

pedri hated when you told him what to do. “good girls ask nicely”

“pedri please papi please fuck me”

pedri picked you and layed you on the bed. he threw your legs over his shoulders and spit on your folds letting his tip glide on your entrance teasing your clit. “will you be able to take me?”

“yes” you started rubbing your clit desperate for pleasure coating your fingers with your wetness. pedri gently removed your hand from your folds and sucked the arousal off your fingertips.

“let me fuck you baby” pedri entered your folds and stroked slow but rough making you moan with every thrust inside you. pedri grabbed your neck from behind and increased his speed. the sounds of your wetness were music to his ears, every stroke sending shocks of passion through your veins.

“i wanna look at you when you fuck me” you whined barely able to talk from the stimulation and of cock.

pedri turned you over grabbing both sides of your waist as he fucked you hard and fast making you moan his name until he got closer to climaxing.

“are you almost there baby?” you could feel your clit pulsating at the same rhythm of his shaft feeling more connected to his body than ever before. pedri spat on your clit and rubbed it until you came for him shaking from the intense orgasm he gave you.

“where should i cum?”

“inside me”

he finished in your folds. his arousal leaked out of you dripping down your legs.

“you did so well baby. let’s get cleaned up and i’ll get you whatever you want to eat. i need to make sure you get the princess treatment you deserve”

[headphonegrl]

“Do you feel old?” You ask Jude, your voice hoarse from performing multiple songs back to back on the garish karaoke machine his mum had rented out for the occasion. There are now at least a dozen badly shot videos of you singing in Jude’s camera roll, including a rendition of ‘happy birthday’ sung by you and his brother where half his index finger is covering the lens. 

“What’d you mean?” After hours of displaying nothing but rash energy, Jude finally feels himself getting sluggish while trying to endure the unbearable gnawing feeling of pins and needles rising up his legs; a big plush sofa sits untouched on the other side of the living room but you’ve both decided to drunkenly cram yourselves onto the armchair in a mess of tangled limbs. 

“Just a silly question.” As you flutter your eyes shut, Jude tries to get a proper look at the glitter eyeshadow you had meticulously applied earlier that evening. In the wake of a large round of tequila shots, some of his friends had insisted on having their own ‘sparkle stuff’ and began queuing at the bathroom door like kids waiting to get their face painted like a tiger at the zoo. “Do you feel any older yet?”

“I’m not sure.” It’s the kind of question he’d once been asked in the primary school playground, with a blue birthday badge pinned proudly onto the fabric of his uniform. Back then it seemed very easy and obvious to answer plainly with a ‘no’, though now he’s finding himself stumped for a reply entirely. “Do you ever feel like that?”

“I think the last age I felt was seventeen.” You say definitively as if you've thought about it at great length before. Jude hadn’t known you at that age, but his home screen for almost a year was a photo your mum had shown him of you pulling a horrific face while blowing out the candles of your seventeenth birthday cake. 

“That’s probably the same for me.” Embarrassingly, Jude had once referred to himself as a ‘seventeen-year-old’ during a frenzied post-match interview and then had to sheepishly correct himself by clarifying that he had just turned nineteen. Sometimes he feels like the years are slipping through his fingers like sand and there’s no sufficient way to stop them.

“Then before that it was twelve.” You continue as you do a little cat-like stretch with your free arm which Jude finds incredibly endearing along with everything else you do; he supposes it’s a very common side-effect when it comes to being in love.

“I found being twelve proper boring.”  It was something he remembers expressing even at that age. Just as if he had been dropped off somewhere by his childhood and was painstakingly waiting for his teenage years to finally pick him up and take him somewhere exciting. “It’s such an in-between age.”

“That’s true.” The sky in the open window behind you is that awkward shade of grey that appears just before sunrise, like a page when a printer begins to suddenly run out of ink.

“I wish we’d known each other as kids.” Jude feels as though he goes through life with your name humming inside his chest like a second heart and yet this sentence seems so intimate that he can’t even look at you as speaks. Instead, he takes extra care and attention towards staring at the ceiling and inspecting all the sparse helium balloons that have floated up towards it.

“So do I.” Your words come out as a dozy whisper and Jude finds himself smiling up at a star-shaped foil balloon. He’s not twelve or seventeen, but he’s just turned twenty and loves you so much that he doesn’t even care that both of his legs have gone completely numb from sitting with you on this unbearably uncomfortable armchair.

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Ponytail Princess ||

Description: Pedri ties your hair in a ponytail before you go down on him. 

Pairing: Daddy-Dom Bf!Pedri | Subby gf!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, ddlg vibes, Daddy kink, blow job/oral sex, deep throating, choking, hair pulling, m!dom, f!sub, dirty talk, smut with feelings. Minors do not interact. 

Note: I've got 40 minutes, let's see if we can do this.

.

"Come here, mi vida" your cheeks are aflame because you know why Pedri calls for you, his muscular thighs that are clad in some shorts spread across the living room couch that he is seated on. One of his damp tank tops cling to his freshly showered skin as he toys with a brown elastic band with one hand, the other running through his wet mat of thick dark hair. 

"Y- Yes, Ped–" your face tingles when he tuts with a lopsided smirk, head lazily tilted to one side as his eyes lazily trail up and down your body that dons nothing but one of his old jerseys, the silk underwear you're wearing underneath hidden because of how the article above it covers you. 

"Now you know better than to call me that, baby" your feet slowly patter against the floorboards as you approach him before you halt between his legs and gracefully lower yourself onto your knees.

"Sorry… D- Daddy" you correct yourself breathlessly as you settle in place, body propped up on your heels that dig into your bottom. 

"Good girl…" His words cause for an explosion of hot tingles to erupt in your abdomen as your nether regions clench in sensitivity and raw wanton. "Now…" The smell of his body wash and aftershave wafts into your nostrils when he leans forward to catch your hair in his slender fingers and collect them into a ponytail by raking the tips through your locks. 

Your eyes softly flutter as you meekly wait for him to prepare you for himself how he desires you today, clasped hands politely resting in your lap as you wordlessly appreciate his perfect features through your shy lashes.

Pedri hums when he has secured your strands in a firm ponytail on the top of your head, parting it into two and then pulling the divisions in opposite directions to slide the band further down until he is satisfied and assured that it is not too uncomfortable for you; his best girl. 

"C'mon, babygirl" his voice is low as his words are barely a mutter. Your boyfriend moves back to rest his tired back against the couch rest again but keeps one dominant hand on his handiwork that he has made out of your hair. "You know how to make it worth my while…" Your hips feel as though they have dwindled in on one another. 

Fuck, you need him so bad already, and he has barely even started. 

"Yes, Daddy" you move once you have been given the permissive order, obediently bending towards his clothed crotch to press your soft lips against the tent that towers through the thin material of his shorts. 

"Now…" Pedri's breathing becomes heavy and voice deepens with lust for he is just as affected by you as you are by him. "What do we say, baby?" The hairs on your nape rise when you speed up the peppering of pecks that you are bestowing upon his covered privates and the fingers that he had been running through your ponytail now begin to coil and uncoil the strands between them; subtly hinting what's coming. 

"T- Thank you for letting me touch you, Daddy" you respond like the well behaved little girl that you are for him, now reaching for his heavy sack with one of your excited yet coy hands and feeling his balls through the fabric of his shorts. Pedri hums in approval; a signal that you are doing exactly what he needs from you right now.

"Good girl…" He has to hold back his wavering words to choke out the shudder that threatens to escape him when the tip of your nose grazes against his bulge and unknowingly drags along one of his thick, pulsating veins. "Good fucking girl, mi vida, go on…" His praises help elevate your confidence and your fingers begin to touch and squeeze more and more of him. "Take it out, come on. Show me how well your Daddy has raised you" your holes clench at his filthy words that he utters with a nearly nonchalant face and your cheeks glow a deep shade of crimson at how sexily unbothered he comes across. 

You slowly trail your kisses up and to the waistband of his shorts before you reach for one of the strings with your teeth and bite down on it before softly yanking at it to undo the knot. As your hand begins to close around his nutsack to palm it in the way he likes, his snakes around the length of your ponytail. 

"Fuck, baby" Pedri curses when you arrest the band of his shorts in your teeth next and widen the gap by drawing your head backwards. You know how much he likes it when you make as much use of your mouth as you possibly can. "You're doing so well for me already" the faintest of smiles grace your features and you can't help but flicker your eyes up and away from his raging hardon that is now being revealed with every passing second to look up at him. His temples are moist with excitement, while cheeks along with the tips of his ears are rosy due to the intense height of his evergrowing arousal. 

"Hmmm…" You can't help but moan at the sight of his tip that spills out thick, pearly hot precum the moment it fully comes into your view, your greedy fingers snatching the rest of the cover away before your tongue darts out to catch it to avoid it going to waste. 

Fuck. 

Your thighs quiver at the warm salty taste. 

Pedri's cock is the prettiest you've ever seen and you are utterly obsessed with both its appearance and how it feels both inside and outside you. Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to hide the fact that you could go on like this; seated on your knees with your mouth stuck to it, for days and perhaps even weeks on end. 

"Fuck, amor, just like that…" Your lips pucker against his stiff, beet red tip as you pepper kisses all over it, dragging your fingertips from his balls to the base of his mighty girth and further up the lower area of his glorious length to form a fist around it. 

You like to joke that the inches that your boyfriend lacks in height, he makes up for in the size of his cock to earn yourself a smack or two on your ass every now and then. 

But it is not an exaggeration by any means.

You needily hum again, parting your lips to insert his tip in the entrance of your oral cavity as you gently suck at the thick crest, occasionally stopping to swirl your wet tongue around the girth while the base of your palm caresses his scrotum and fingers dance along his pulsating dick. 

Pedri tightens his hold on your ponytail with a groan when your tongue accidentally glides over one of his veins that seems to branch out into two ends and you know you've got it. You scoot closer to him and push forward a wad of spit from the back of your throat, using your flushed mouth to spread it everywhere you can reach without choking because yes, you still have a somewhat intact gag reflex regardless of how huge your boyfriend is. 

Your boyfriend assures you that he doesn't mind though.

Because he enjoys the struggle his cock puts you through. 

You tell yourself small steps, and all.

Your hand meets the slick you've accumulated along his sensitive skin halfway and you pump his cock, tightening your lips around the upper half of the sex organ until you have to hollow your cheeks. Your lustful gaze peers up at him as he moans through his parted lips, perfectly shaped eyebrows creased together. Although your boyfriend seems vulnerable and affected, submissiveness -as always- is still untraceable on his handsome features. 

It is something you learnt a few months into being physical with Pedri; he is always in control. No matter the position or the act, he is the one who calls the shots and holds the reigns of authority between the two of you. 

But he is a fair and compassionate lover with a most heartwarming propensity to take care of others. 

So it is okay with him. 

He has shown you that in the time you have been together.

For once, giving up all autonomy isn't so bad.

Or frightening.  

"Shit, baby" he groans once you start timidly -for his size will never not be intimidating to you- bobbing your head up and down his cock, feeling your jaw tick because of how it has to stretch around his girth. You moan each time you move southwards and his hold on your hair causes a soft tug at your scalp, the sound sending vibrations down his cock in turn. "I can't–" and with that, he pushes down on the back of your head and readjusts his grip on your ponytail to control you better. 

Your shoulders push upwards as your body jerks forward in surprise, an involuntary cough rising in the back of your mouth because of how the sudden motion forces his length to sheath itself all the way down the opening of your throat. 

"Fuck, so warm and tight for me as always, baby" Pedri begins to guide your mouth -which is more moving it up and down his cock like a fleshlight- along his dick, throwing his head back to let out an inaudible curse when you finally aquaint your free hand with the base of his sack, since it's all too much for your one small hand or mouth to handle. 

You always need as much support as you possibly can when you suck your Daddy's cock. 

"Such a good girl" his voice wavers each time he jerks his hips upwards and into your mouth to aid the movements of your head. "Fuck, mi vida. You look so pretty all flushed and messy because of my cock" your own holes blink needily at that and you hurriedly pump him with your fist as your other hand roughly fondles his balls that always feel so amazing when they slap against your bottom when he is pounding his cock into you deep and hard. 

"Fuck, baby!" Pedri falls over the edge with a loud string of jumbled up curses and praises, hurriedly pulling you closer by the hold he has on your hair to feel the imprint of his cock against your soft skin as he fucks his orgasm down your throat in rough, short paced, quick thrusts that move through you in a pulsing fashion. "My perfect girl…" You sputter and heave for air as your teary eyes sting due to the way you are peeking up at him through your lashes, the raw pleasure on his sweaty face as well as the way his fingers dancing along your throat to feel himself as he defiles your swallowing tract ruining what little had remained of your expensive panties. 

You are finally allowed to breathe again when the height of his orgasm subsides and now he just needs a few lazed out sloppy thrusts in your oral cavern to relieve himself of any residual euphoria, the action causing your back to arch as your tingling lungs claw and pull down at any air they can gather, your chest jutting outwards to press against the couch as you do. 

Turning your head to the side, you lean it against one of his thighs as you softly pump his cock with your fingers, feeling his hold on your hair relax. You reach for the salty apex of his dick with your tongue and rub the tips of the two organs together, occasionally dragging your lips back and forth along the expanse of it and poking at a vein or two with the blade of your oral muscle. 

Your head is empty and numb with the exception of one mindless mantra that keeps ringing in your head and ears alike;

Finish sucking Daddy's cock, and then mount it. 

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A bit longer than an hour, not bad in my opinion. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3

[formulalfc]

Jude Bellingham+physical touch please 🤞🤍

i feel like he is super possessive over you and it really shines through his physical touch. when you're out together, he has you tucked into his side, arm over your shoulder letting everyone know who you belong to. he always finds a way to stand behind you as well, like he just presses his front up against your back at any chance he gets and wraps his arms around your waist. he's so much taller than you as well and so he just rests his head on top of yours, occasionally leaning down to your ear so he can take the piss out of someone. he is literally a man-child as well, he can only sleep if he is completely laid on top of you. thankfully you don't mind it cause this man literally crushes you with his full body weight.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[cher-rei]

random texts with trent [ T.A.A ]

notes: just a little something to fill the void because I'm boreeeeddd. masterlist

[nosugarallspice]

you can do morning sex + spooning position + "I love the way you look when I'm inside you" with Jude bellingham plssss

This man makes me feral

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 321

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You felt Jude place kisses along your shoulder, his hand gripping your hip pulling you closer towards him. “Jude?” You turned to look at him, squinting as the sunlight crept in from the window, shining in your face.

“Sorry, baby.” He whispered, his hand slipping under the t-shirt you were wearing, “just wanna feel you.” His other hand moving your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing gently against your clit.

“So wet, already.” Jude murmurs against your shoulder.

You squirm against his touch, you need more, you’re craving it. “Baby,” you whine, pushing against him, “please.”

He grabbed your leg, tossing it over his own, now settled in between your legs. His cock slipped in between your folds, and now into you effortlessly.

A gasp fell from your lips as he filled you up completely.

His pace started off slow, giving you time to adjust, and make sure you feel every inch of him.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.” Jude moans, pushing as deep as he could.

The way your pussy wraps around him so perfectly, he could cum right here, right now but he holds off, wanting this to last longer.

Your eyes flutter shut, head tilted back against his shoulder as his fingers lazily circled your clit as he fucked into you.

“Just like that.” You moan, your tiny hand gripping his wrist.

“Like this?” He moved his hips, the angle causing the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot causing you to squirm even more.

You nodded, whimpers falling from your lips as you rolled your hips back into him.

“Fuck.” You whimper quietly, feeling yourself get closer to the edge. Your cunt clenched around him. “Jude.” You warn, your moans becoming more consistent as you get closer to your release.

“That’s it, let go for me.” He whispers, feeling himself get closer to his own release, “I’m right here.”

[daydreamingleclerc]

corrupt // mason mount

in which; he’s the university’s superstar sports player, and you’re just an innocent little bookworm. he walks you home one night after commotion in the street and you can’t help but offer him inside.

includes; corruption kink, uncomfortable cat calling, master manipulation, excessive usage of pet names (it gets annoying, sorry), dom!mason, sub!reader, foul language, fingering, oral (m, f rec), choking, protected sex, squirting, swearing, a sprinkle of CNC.

i was listening to sk8er boi by avril lavigne and it spiraled into this. i’m not sorry. thanks @landopeaches for helping me w all the ideas and being there to lust over mason with throughout the process <3

this is filthy. and just under 10K words. please read at your own risk. don’t say i didn’t want you.

22:04. 

the library didn’t normally stay open this late on friday nights, especially during the week of varsity, but you had a way with words and a very appreciated knack for batting your eyelashes.  

“i think it’s-” 

“-ssh, i'm writing,” you held a hand up to your housemate and best friend, becca, as you finished your train of thought before your new column ultimately came crashing to a halt, “okay, continue.”  

she sat beside you, flicking through a book she clearly had no interest in. she’d given up on her sociology assignment long ago, as had savannah, who was now half asleep on one of the sofa’s further down the room. aside from the odd one or two chess club players downstairs, you were the only three in there.  

“i think it’s probably a good idea for us to get going,” becca hummed, and much to your distaste, savannah had never been happier. “it’s ten p.m on a friday night, y/n, why don’t we all go pick up some food and watch a movie?”  

savannah had already gotten her jacket on and slipped her bag over her shoulder. she didn’t need anymore persuasion.  

“you guys go ahead,” you responded, wiggling with the mouse of your laptop as the screen dimmed, “i’ll catch up soon, i just have to finish this section of next weeks column,” becca scowled at you and before she could open her mouth, you eased her racing thoughts, “becca, i'll be fine. just pick me something and i'll pay you back later. i promise i'll be home before eleven.”  

the house that the three of you lived in with two of your other housemates was only a short walk away from campus and that gave you roughly forty minutes to finish up this segment. savannah yawned and becca still looked unimpressed.  

“you’d better be,” she picked her bag up off the back of her chair and slid it on her shoulder. she left a kiss on the top of your head, “because if i find your dead body in a back alley tomorrow morning, i'll kill you.”  

“charming,” savannah yawned. “love you, y/n.”  

“love you.” becca gave you a reluctant wave as she walked down the stairs of the library.  

you didn’t leave long after the girls and as you exited the warmth of the library and walked out into the crisp april chill, you regretted not bringing a thicker jacket to cocoon yourself as you walked home. blaring music came from all angles, as did the stares and wandering eyes.  

it was clear to all eyes you weren’t making your way to or from a party, dressed in a white sundress with cherries printed on the fabric and a white knitted cardigan. the pockets of the cardigan gaped with just your mobile phone, id and house keys inside them – you'd rented out a locker for the night to keep your laptop safe rather than dragging it back home and threatening to drop it.  

as you turned the corner onto the main loop of on-campus flats, your palms grew sweaty. you had to pass the flats and walk across the courtyard – which was full of spillover students itching to go out to either one of the clubs in town – to get to the back gate so you could slip out into the car park and cross into your estate to get home.  

a drunken body bumped into you as you crossed the road, and in turn your phone fell out of your hand as you tripped up the curb. you managed to steady yourself but unfortunately for you, your little stumble had caught the eye of a small group of drunken boys.  

“hey sugar, you look lost, fancy coming up here with us?”  

you didn’t recognize any of them, which was unusual considering they looked like the kind of boys who did sports, and you were a columnist in the university newspaper. you only did two sports columns a month, and the rest were focused on arts media – which was your degree, after all – because of that, you knew everybody.  

you knew you should’ve responded, told them to fuck off, or at least say no; but you didn’t. you froze. all you did was shake your head, and when they got closer your legs began to speed up.  

“hey, i was talking to you,” the same voice echoed, “don’t walk away from me when i'm just trying to have a conversation.”  

you fought off the urge to throw up. confrontation was something you despised, especially in front of a big crowd. “are you deaf?” the voice shouted, clearly agitated now, and you could hear it getting closer and closer until it was virtually behind you.  

mason, one of the school’s star ex-students and most glorified alumni noticed the commotion going on in the courtyard. luckily enough, he was stood with a friend who was smoking outside in a small congregation of people waiting to head to another party. he recognized you from the times you’d sat out on the pitch during games with your notepad and fluffy pink pen, that would always get dampened when the inevitable rain kicked in. he had a lot of time for you, even if you had no idea.  

“i’m offering you sex on a plate here, love-”  

“-gareth, piss off.”  

your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest in that moment, and when a familiar face stepped out of the shadows, you let out a puff of air. your eyes caught mason’s, and immediately he rushed over to you.  

“y/n, are you okay?” his hand rested softly on your shoulder and massaged the hot flesh of your skin in an attempt to calm you. he waited for you to nod, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “you’re freezing, do you want to borrow my jacket?”  

you shook your head and couldn’t help getting lost in the way he got the boys to mutter an apology and scramble away with their tails – dicks – between their legs.  

“where are you off to?”  

“uh, i, um,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and tried to compose your thoughts. in the three years you’d known mason, he’d never once touched you this way. a complimentary nod of the head after a quick post-match interview or a stolen glance in the hall followed by a soft smile were all the emotional bridges you’d built together. “i'm on my way home.”  

mason gestured to his friends to go on without him as he continued to walk with an arm around your shoulder. “i’ll walk you home, babe, okay?” he hooked his thumb under your chin and got you to look over at him, “i’ve just got to stop off at a party and show my face for ten minutes, whereabouts do you live?”  

“uh, forty-two goodwood drive.” your voice came out quieter than expected, and mason hummed, nodding his head when his lips formed a smile.  

“perfect, the parties at twenty-eight goodwood drive, we can stop off there for ten minutes, have a drink and then i can walk you to the door.”  

“we?” you frowned, “i'm not good with big crowds, mason.”  

he tutted, “that’s a lie, remember last year when you stood up in front of all the freshers with that powerpoint on how they could join the school newspaper?”  

you were shocked he remembered that, and it took you a minute to compute his words and formulate a response. “that was different, it was work related,” a knot formed between your eyebrows and that usual smirk had found its way back to mason’s face. it seemed to be a permanent feature. “honestly, mason. it's fine, i can walk myself home.”  

“no, darling. i've said i'll walk you home, please,” he stopped to look at you for a minute, and the knot between your eyebrows released as if subconsciously, “let me at least walk you home.”  

it flattered you that mason mount of all people was willing to walk you home. not even men you dated offered to do that. and he had almost begged you.  

“if you insist.”  

he patted your shoulder with the tips of his fingers and you began walking again, safe in the cage of his arm. 

“atta girl.”  

22:50 

it seemed to be a night of firsts.  

for the first time, the campus celebrities, as becca called them, had allowed you into their party as if you were one of their own. mason had poured you a drink and you held the red cup between both hands to hide the shakes. you wanted to say they’d come on because of the drunken cat calling, but you knew on the surface it was because mason was keeping you close.  

you were thankful, nobody really knew you at this party other than maybe two people, one of them being mason. it was clear you were uncomfortable; the push and shove of drunken antics wasn’t something you were particularly used to. you knew your limits, and at the grand old age of twenty-three, you expected everybody else to know theirs, too.   

it seemed, wherever mason was, a flock of people followed. he had his very own fan club. mason was already a student when you’d arrived, he'd graduated university from his sports science combined course a year early because he was scouted by a football agent and now he was off playing league football and crushing it, you had to admit. he still had a lot of friends here and came back semi-regularly to join in on the parties and sex. 

the pair of you sat down on a plush suede sofa, and he noticed you checking your watch for the time. you’d been twiddling your thumbs at this party as mason’s impromptu plus one for twenty-five minutes, and you anxiously tapped your fingers on your knees. you were supposed to be home in seven minutes.  

“whats up, princess?”  

your cheeks heated up at the use of his constant pet names, but this one seemed to take the cake. “i told my housemates i'd be back at the house for eleven.”  

when he flashed that signature mason smirk that you found yourself fawning over for months, the familiar knot formed between your eyebrows. “you can allow yourself to be a little bit late, darling,” mason’s expression then mimicked yours, “do they keep tabs on you like they own you or something?”  

his question took you by surprise. it was the first proper rude thing he’d said to you all night, and that’s how you expected him to be around you, but so far, he was everything but. “i’m kidding,” he suppressed a chuckle and scooted closer, “just tell them you’re gonna be a little late, babe. don't worry, you’re safe with me.”  

he shot you a wink, and it sent butterflies swarming around your body and wetness pooling in your underwear. this was probably the most turned on a man had ever made you, and he hadn’t even touched you, or said anything remotely sexual. 

before mason could open his mouth, a boy you vaguely recognized as someone from the hockey team slid over and sat on the corner of the coffee table. immediately, they got into conversation, and you found yourself once again admiring the way he held himself. you snapped out of it almost instantly. 

“who's the girl then, mase? got yourself a new toy?” 

“his new what?”  

“got myself a new what?”  

yours and mason’s questions overlapped, and immediately his friend could sense that what he said was wrong. he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or apologize, and then he saw mason’s expression and chose the latter. he scurried off, and you placed your cup down on the coffee table in front of you.  

“i think i should just go,” as you went to get up, mason grabbed your wrist and you caught one another's eyes, “mason, please.”  

he pleaded with his eyes to get you to stay, “don’t listen to anything dom says, sweetheart,” mason scowled in his direction and dom couldn’t help but keep flickering his eyes over at the pair of you in regret, “he doesn’t know his brains from his balls, and that’s why he’s on the hockey team.”  

he pulled a laugh from your lips and it immediately put him at ease.  

“promise you won’t listen?” his hand brushed your knee, and you fought every inebriated urge you had to not pounce on him.  

“mhm, i promise, mason,” you smiled, placing your hand on top of his. he smiled and scooted closer ever so slightly, “thank you.”  

“good girl,” his words ignited a flame inside of your stomach, and the wet patch inside your underwear grew significantly. you'd never been called those words before, and he knew what he was doing when the knowing smirk grew. “would you like another drink?”  

“yes, please,” you squeezed your legs together when his fingers brushed closer as he stood up, and he knew how he made you feel within seconds. you grabbed his fingers as he lifted them from your leg. you looked so innocent he could’ve exploded. “don’t be too long, please.”  

“you’re so cute when you’re clingy,” he watched as your cheeks lit up in heat, “i'll only be over there. two minutes, tops.”  

eleven o'clock had been and gone. becca and savannah had tried to ring multiple times to stick their noses in and find out what was going on, but you’d be leaving soon, and once mason had walked you to the door, they’d be all yours to gossip with.  

you shifted in your spot, and tried to peel yourself off the sofa without distracting mason from his conversation with somebody you didn’t recognize at all, but it was unsuccessful. “where are you going, babe?”  

“i need to pee,” you shifted again, and got up successfully without mason stopping you. he finished his conversation abruptly and you almost rolled your eyes, “where are the toilets?”  

“i’ll take you.”  

“i don’t need you to be my bodyguard, mason. just tell me where the toilets are and i'll go on my own.”  

his lip quirked up into a hint of a smile. you got sassy when you’d had a drink. that boded well for him and his everlasting thoughts of you in compromising positions.  

“darling, with all due respect you don’t know anybody here and i don’t want you wandering,” he finished the dregs of his drink, “i'll take you and then we can leave, c’mon, give me your drink.”  

“why?”  

“because i don’t want people seeing you holding it and it getting spiked, c’mon.” 

you gave in rather easily and handed mason your half-full cup with a thoughtful smile. you hadn’t gone for a wee since before you left the library, and now you’d been holding it for a while it was something of a relief to be going. he took you to another bathroom, one in a less quiet part of the house. he had clearly been here multiple times before.  

“you’re not gonna come in with me too, are you?”  

“depends,” mason shrugged, “are you offering?”  

you swatted his arm with a friendly punch, even though a part of you wanted to say yes and have him take you then and there in the bathroom. the door unlocked and a couple walked out, hair in disarray and clothes mismatched. brilliant.  

“you just wait at the door, big guy.” 

it stank of weed and sex in the room as you homed in on your surroundings as you peed. what started out as a stressful night had soon become enjoyable, and all thoughts of anxiety you had before you arrived at the party had washed away. you couldn’t hear mason at the door, even though you wouldn’t have been able to anyway because of the thumping bass; but you half expected him to be gone by the time you opened the door.  

you wiped your hands on your dress and smoothed over your hair in the mirror. your mascara smudged in both corners of your eyes, and you cleaned it up, merging the outer smudges into your eyeliner. mason was stood with a soft smile on his face when you walked out, and you mimicked it, “i expected you to have found someone better to spend your evening with, thank you for waiting.” 

“better than you?” he handed you your cardigan, the one you didn’t even realize you were missing, and you slipped your arms into it, “impossible, darling.”  

you blushed again and covered your face with your hands, suppressing a delicate giggle from masons ears. he made sure the cardigan was on your shoulders, and a shiver trickled down your spine when he pulled your hair out, so it wasn’t trapped between fabrics.  

“okay princess, finish your drink,” he handed you the cup and you downed it in one, trusting him enough in that moment to know that he wouldn’t spike it, and he raised his eyebrows, impressed, “all in one, good girl.”  

your mind raced at the dirty scenario echoing through it, and heat pooled all over your body. you were honestly surprised you couldn’t feel your own slick on your thighs. nobody had ever made you feel like this before, and mason loved the hold he had on your achingly innocent persona. you subconsciously bit your lip and mason fought off a guttural moan.  

“what’s with that expression, darling, hm? was it something i said?”  

you opened your mouth to react, but he pinched your hip, laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders once again, the pair of you wandering down the hall like nobody's business. 

he checked the time on your watch as you walked, lifting up your wrist as if it were a feather, and pulled a faux shocked face at the time. “oh dear, sweetheart,” he tutted, “eleven eighteen, your owners will be waiting up for you.”  

you rolled your eyes at his jab, the second rude one of the night. one more and you’d be summoning up the courage to punch him in the face.  

“they aren’t my owners, mason. they're my friends and they care.”  

the two of you stepped out into the cold night air, your nipples hardening against the lace of your bra and scratching against the cotton of your dress. your thighs immediately came up in goosebumps and the cold was a nice juxtaposition to the heat pulsing your clit.  

“so you’ve never submitted to anyone, darling?” he asked, shoving his free hand in his jacket pocket, ignoring the crowds of people wandering the streets and girls throwing up in bushes, “let them take complete ownership of you? let yourself go?”  

his words shot straight to your core. you fumbled for a reply.  

“uh, no, i.. um, i don’t think so.”  

stupid reply.  

“you don’t think so? oh, sweetheart. you'd know if you did,” as you got closer to your house, a swarm of longing pulled at your chest and you yearned for him now, in a way you’d never yearned for anybody in your life. “but then again, you’ve never tried it with me.”  

the last part was muttered, and you could barely hear it.  

“what?” you whined, the short, abrupt question coming out in a far more sexual tone than necessary.  

“nothing for you to worry about darling,” he patted your cheek softly, “look, you’re home now.”  

you half expected him to fall back on his promise, to walk away now and leave you high and dry. to leave you to sort out the mess he’d created, but you’d yearn for more than just the touch of your own fingertips or the ripple of a vibrator. you just didn’t know how to ask him. 

he walked you right up to the door, as he said he would.  

“thank you, mason,” you smiled. everything inside of you screamed to ask if he wanted to come inside, but when you opened your mouth, you just found the question too overwhelming. “i... uh...” 

“what’s up darling?” he questioned, “don’t be shy. use your words.”  

he smirked at the way you shivered. there was that feeling between your legs. again.  

“do you... um. will you come in?”  

he couldn’t help but lean across to kiss you. your lips soft against his slightly rough ones, and your hands flew up to his chest and your palms rested on the warmth of his white shirt. he kissed by the book, exactly how you imagined he would, and when he took your bottom lip between his teeth and swiped his tongue along it, you yelped.  

you were too innocent, like bubble wrap left unpopped. he wanted to corrupt you from the inside out.  

his dick hardened in his jeans. 

“want me to make sure that you get into bed safe?” you nodded and his thumb brushed your bottom lip, and in a bold move you took it into your mouth and circled your tongue around it. you'd never done that to anybody in your life. it even shocked you.  

“god,” mason groaned, finding the doorhandle with his free hand, “such an obedient little girl, hm?”  

23:27 

when becca and savannah saw mason standing in their hallway with a playboy smirk dressed over his face and a charm they just couldn’t resist, they couldn’t quite believe it. it boded worse for you in the long run, because they now saw with their own eyes that he was standing in your hallway, and they would be pacing around the livingroom until he left in the early hours so they could finally get their answers. becca was on the netball team, so mason recognized her.  

“hey, becca,” he hummed, as effortlessly as ever. as if he didn’t just make out with you on your own damn porch. “still playing netball?”  

she towered over him, her five-foot twelve slim frame was the perfect one for netball and she used it to her advantage, even if she wasn’t that good at the sport.  

“mhm,” she nodded, snapping out of her trance for a minute. savannah was still simply stood next to becca in awe, “thanks for bringing y/n home.”  

“it was my pleasure,” he looked at you and smiled, and your entire body rocked with heat. “she’s asked me to stick around for an hour or two, if that’s okay with you two, of course?”  

you couldn’t help the little smirk that quipped at the corners of your mouth and you hid your face in his bicep. mason was playing into the joke he’d made earlier at becca and savannah being your owners. the pair of them nodded, and mason looked over at you.  

“where’s your bedroom, darling?”  

savannah almost choked when she heard the pet name.  

“uh, top floor on the left,” his hand ran down your arm and his fingers entwined with yours as he walked to the stairs, and once again you tugged on his fingers, “would you like some tea?”  

mason's mind raced. your innocence really wasn’t an act. he wanted to pity you, or patronize you, or build up an orgasm until it bubbled up inside of you and you squeaked and squealed and thrashed around in his arms until you begged him to let you cum. his dick grew again, but he just smiled.  

“sure, darling,” he squeezed your fingers, “milk and two sugars, please.”  

you nodded and watched as he walked straight up to the top floor of the house. you averted both becca and savannah’s eyes as you walked past them through into the kitchen. pizza boxes sat on the counter, with one unopened for you.  

“what the fuck was all that about?” savannah questioned.  

you unintentionally ignored her, to focused on drowning out the slick between your legs. nobody had ever made you feel this way, nobody had ever left you as needy or as desperate for sex as he had. in all fairness, you’d only had sex with one person, and it wasn’t even that good.  

becca snapped her fingers in front of your eyes and you zoned back into the conversation. you smiled.  

“oh, uh, he walked me home and we got to talking,” you shrugged as you pulled the milk from the fridge, “turns out we get on well, so i invited him in.”  

“go y/n,” savannah clapped her hands together, “finally got a sexu-” 

“-bye girls, thanks for the pizza!”  

as you juggled with two cups of tea and the box of unopened pizza, mason walked into your kitchen. he'd already made himself at home, it seemed, seeing as his jacket and shoes were back up in your bedroom. “need some help, princess?” he asked, and when the pet name arose again you blushed heavily, and mason took the pizza box from your hand, “see you girls later.”  

23:52 

“i’m so boring, aren’t i?”  

you asked him. you couldn’t help it.  

you were sat between his legs and watching a movie on your teeny tiny tv screen at the foot of your bed. mason's eyebrows furrowed and he stroked at the skin on your arm. he couldn’t help but kiss the back of your head.  

“not at all, darling. why do you say that?”  

you shrugged, too embarrassed to answer. sex never came easy to you, you were the stereotypical bookworm student. you stayed out of trouble, you did your assignments and handed them in way before they were due. you were co-editor of the student newspaper, for fucks sake. you weren't the kind of girl that brought home hot, sexy, god-like alumni into her bedroom on friday nights just for a hook up.  

mason knew that, and it was all part of the reason you enamored him.  

“i’m not... i just... i'm... frigid.”  

mason tutted and tucked some hair behind your ear, “you aren’t frigid, darling. you just need someone to loosen you up a little bit, someone to answer to, don’t you?”  

you felt his dick grow harder underneath you, and it sent a shiver up your spine. you nodded, and mason spun your head around, so you were looking at him. his breath was hot on your face and you heaved for a breath when his fingers found your thighs.  

“there’s so much i wish i could do to you, little one,” you gulped audibly, a shaky, hot breath, “but i won’t do it if you aren’t ready.”  

“w-what.. um, w-what do you want to do?”  

mason's fingers grazed higher and higher up your leg, and he was painstakingly close to the sticky slick on your inner high thighs.  

“i want to do so much to you, darling, but i fear if i tell you, you’ll break my heart,” his fingers grazed at the soaked cotton of your pants and he laughed lowly, “but then again, if i tell you, it might make you wetter than you have been all night.”  

you mewled when he dragged his finger between your folds over your underwear. you opened your mouth to ask him a question, but he shushed it with his free hand, bringing the tip of his index finger to the middle of your plump lips. “is this the first time you’ve been touched here, darling?” you shook your head. “yes? no? use your words.”  

“n-no, mason.”  

“you’re not a virgin?”  

“shockingly, no,” your sarcastic comment left mason pinching your clit over your underwear and you yelped, “i’ve had sex once before.”  

“just once?” he questioned, and watched the way your body writhed when he finally pushed the damp cotton aside to stroke your clit. he could’ve growled at the feeling of your pussy in his hand. “oh, darling, you’ve got so much to learn.”  

mason's fingers worked expertly on your clit, and you couldn’t help but widen your legs. he certainly found it with ease, which is more than you can say for the guy you lost your virginity to. you lifted your hips and mason helped you wriggle free from the cotton restraint, and his mouth was watering at the thought of your bare, naked pussy. he wanted to scoot around and lick it.  

“was he good, baby?” mason asked, lips nibbling along the outer shell of your ear. “did he touch your clit like this, hm? or did he -” with his free hand, mason rubbed at your nipples through your dress and bra, “- roll your nipples like this? hm?”  

you wriggled around and let his fingers explore your body, itching to let him touch you more. “n-no, mason. he didn’t touch me like this.”  

mason tutted, “come on, baby, what did he do?”  

“he used me to make himself feel good,” you hummed, getting more and more used to the fact that he was swirling your clit around with his fingers, “i didn’t enjoy anything.” 

“such a shame, darling. you're gonna be used to make me feel good, but i promise you’ll enjoy it because i know how to handle innocent little girls like you,” he kissed your neck, “i was hoping to be the first person to bury myself inside your pretty little cunt, but i'll just have to be the first to do everything else.” he chuckled lowly at the way your breath hitched, and when he slapped your clit it made you jolt.  

“did he ever make you cum?”  

you shook your head.  

“n-no, mason.”  

another clit slap.  

“why are you slapping me?” you pouted, “have i done something wrong?” 

the confusion was evident on your face. you couldn’t figure out why he was slapping you, and the crease between your eyebrows formed. mason’s hand moved from your chest to your chin and turned your face to his. “are you going to address me by my name like a good girl?”  

the crease deepened and mason couldn’t help but laugh at you, and you frowned.  

“w-what?”  

“are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” your heart almost jumped out of your chest. your eyes grew a shade darker with lust and mason didn’t go unnoticed. he slapped your pussy again. “answer, princess.”  

“d-daddy?” you questioned, and mason almost blew a load in his pants.  

“mhm, yes princess. understood?”  

you nodded your head. “yes, daddy. thank you, daddy.” 

he rolled his eyes and released a groan, unable to suppress it any longer, and now he could feel a wet patch of pre-cum forming in his pants. “fucking hell, babygirl, you’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?” he shifted, and moved so you were now sitting against the headboard and he was staring down at you. he got down to his knees, the way his breath hitched when he was face to face with your pussy made your back tingle. “do you want me to eat this pretty little cunt?”  

“uh.. uhm.. okay,” you hesitated. mason noticed and began to massage your thighs with his fingers, digging into the soft flesh. “i’ve never... um. nobody has ever...”  

“relax, princess, i'll make you feel good. it's all part of daddy’s job to look after his little girl.”  

a rush of blood swarmed to your clit and you moaned softly at his words. he was corrupting you already. he traced the cherries on the hem of your dress, “these are pretty fruits, baby, can you tell me what they are?”  

he began to kiss your inner thighs in that moment.  

“uhm, they’re cherries, d-daddy.”  

“mhm, well done darling,” you wriggled when his teeth sunk into the flesh of your thigh, but he soon soothed the sting when his tongue ran over it, and it formed a pretty mark of his teeth, “tell you what, princess. if anything gets too much – today, or ever – in one of these situations, you just say cherries, just like the ones on your pretty dress.” 

you nodded, but you were still confused. “why do i have to say cherries though?”  

“because, baby, sometimes your brain won’t be working properly and you’ll need a distinct word that means stop, do you understand?” you nodded again, and mason’s fingers traced your pussy again. he wasn’t looking at you now, his attention had been drawn to your clit, red and aching, but he was still talking. “it’s easier for daddy to pick up on that word rather than stop, baby, because sometimes i won’t be listening. i need to make sure you’re safe.”  

“w-why?” you could feel his fingers swirling around your inner lips and you fought every urge for a moan. 

“because, you’re my submissive, and as your dominant, i have a duty of care over you.”  

you shivered at that. your head was spinning so fast it felt like it was going to fall off. mason's tongue had darted out of his mouth and licked at your clit, you jolted, but he didn’t put it away. instead, wherever your hips dragged you, he followed, his lips never leaving your clit. his tongue flicked repetitively, and his lips suctioned around it, sucking at your clit as if he were drinking through a straw. 

as you wriggled, mason's arms caged your hips down onto the bed, so now you were unable to wriggle away and you cried out his name in a weak, pathetic little moan. he pulled off of your clit with a pop, “oh, babygirl,” he tutted, “you can do better than that for me, can’t you? i know you can.”  

he licked a teasing stripe up your pussy and delved around your hole, where his tongue slipped inside and you yelped, bucking your hips up into his face and crying out his name again. “oh, mason... oh.. fu- your tongue.. feels so good,” the sensation tingling away inside of you was one you’d never felt during sex before, and the pad of a tongue licking and lapping at your clit felt particularly strange. “oh.. god.”  

mason used his hands to part your lips further, allowing his face to be buried deeper into you and your hands sprung to his hair. he hummed against your clit as he licked, nibbled and swirled his tongue, and the pleasure was almost unbearable. he bumped your clit with his nose when his tongue slipped back inside you again, and raised his eyes so he was looking directly into yours. the contact was almost too much, and the butterflies were beginning to get overwhelming. your orgasm was fast approaching.  

he held your legs open further and pushed the hem of your dress up, so it rested at your bellybutton. you could see his nose and cheeks glistening with your wetness, and the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach had begun to travel south.  

“d-d-daddy... i... i can... i'm all tingly... i think i'm gonna...”  

mason pulled away from you right as you felt like the dam was going to open, and you whined, thrashing around in protest. he raised an eyebrow, “you need to ask daddy for permission to cum, little one,” he slapped the inside of your thigh and you winced, biting down on your bottom lip, “because your pretty little cunt is his, and you need to ask for permission to use something you don’t own.”  

oh.  

he lay there, waiting patiently.  

“can i please cum, daddy?”  

mason was satisfied with your plea, at least for now. he wasn’t going to have you begging until you cried this time. “of course, princess,” he hummed, delving back into your pussy. you mewled and he mumbled against your clit, “daddy’s pretty little cunt.”  

with that, your orgasm hit you. you thrashed around at the feeling, lifting your hips off the bed. immediately, mason’s hands splayed under your bum, holding you up as he continued to eat like his last meal. you cried out, almost screaming at the sensation. becca always talked about her boyfriend doing this, and you never understood why she liked it so much – until now.  

you tapped at mason’s head when you couldn’t take it anymore, and he pulled off of your clit with a pop. his entire chin glistened, and it ignited a fire in your eyes. arousal seeped through your veins, and mason couldn’t help but laugh against your lips when you sat up and pulled him closer by the collar of his knitted jumper.  

in a bold move, your hand dropped to his crotch and you felt his dick, rock hard and straining his jeans. you blushed upon having the realisation that you’d never sucked anyone off before, and you were almost definitely about to suck off mason. that, and his dick felt fucking huge.  

“what’s up, little one?”  

mason pulled away from your lips and tucked the loose hair behind your ear, and you couldn’t help but bury your head into his neck. he hooked his hand under your cheek and lifted you up softly, looking deep into your eyes. there was a moment of peace, where he scanned your eyes for any discomfort, but you were determined to see it through.  

“it feels... big.”  

your cheeks felt hotter than the sahara desert by this point, and mason chuckled at your innocence.  

“do you think so, babygirl?” he questioned, and his fingers curled around yours and made you squeeze at it. he groaned at the contact. “should we see if you’re right, hm?”  

you nodded eagerly, and mason almost fainted when your eyes grew black with lust. he placed your hand firmly back into your lap, and he stood up to pull his shirt off. you almost drooled at the sight of his naked torso, and the tattoo’s scattered around it. he unlooped his belt effortlessly, and within seconds his jeans were tossed to the floor. his dick was so hard that the tip poked out from the waistband of his jeans, red and desperate for some attention.  

he kept his eyes on yours to gage your reaction as he pulled down his boxers. you were right. it was huge. and thick. it inflated mason’s ego to triple the size it already was, and he loved how easy you were becoming, but this was only the tip of the iceberg. he wanted to make you his, and by the end of the night, he would make sure you were the only girl that he was corrupting. 

“t-that’s supposed to fit... i-inside me?”  

“mhm,” mason’s hand jacked himself off as he stood up at the edge of the bed, your head at the perfect height to suck. “it will, baby, and it will hurt, but i'll make it fit, you haven’t got to worry about a thing,” he pinched your cheek and you subconsciously smiled. commotion went on outside your bedroom door, one of your housemates was sneaking along the landing, and it caught your attention, but mason pulled your head back to face him with his finger hooked under your chin, “it’s not gonna suck itself, darling.”  

you gulped. “i’ve... i haven’t... you're going to have to teach me, daddy.”   

mason had to stop jacking himself off and pause for a moment in fear of ejaculating all over your face at the sentence that just left your mouth.  

“okay, princess, but first you’ll need to take this off,” he ruffled the hem of your dress and you frowned, “don’t give me that look, babygirl. it's only fair.”  

you hooked your arms out of your bra and dress all in one, and mason helped you step out of it steadily. his breath hitched when he saw you naked, drinking in the sight of your naked body. you'd never looked more beautiful, and he’d never been so desperate to be buried inside of someone.  

he leaned down to kiss your lips, and then slid down onto the bed, so his head was at the pillows. you followed suite, kneeling down at his side. he guided your hand to his dick silently, and you giggled softly when he helped you move your hand up and down, “that’s good, baby,” he said, running his fingers up to your wrist to loosen the movement slightly, “now lean over so your mouth is hovering over it, and spit on the head.”  

“t-the head?”  

“the tip, baby, the tip,” mason chuckled at your innocence, and you did as he asked. spit hung from the tip of your outsplayed tongue and trickled down to the head of his penis. as you smeared it around with your hand, your thumb ran over the slit of his dick and he jolted, a groan tumbling from his lips. your eyes shot up to face him, looking like a dear in the headlights as you feared you did something wrong, but mason shook his head. “that’s good darling, so good. why don’t you – fuck – why don’t you try and take it in your mouth.”  

you leaned down, so your lips were millimeters from his dick, and took a deep breath. you’d always envisioned doing this, and who it would be with, and none of your fantasies could ever compare to this.  

your lips pursed around the head, taking just that into your mouth and looking up at mason through your eyelashes. he seemed to like that a lot judging by the way he looked down at you and nodded. “okay, little one, you’re doing such a good job,” he patted your head subconsciously, “now, alternate between bobbing your head, twisting your hand and running your tongue around the head. just get a feel for it, darling, okay? i don’t want to cum just yet.”  

you nodded, and much to your surprise you enjoyed the compromising position you had been put in. mason made it feel so easy, so comfortable, and it made your heart flutter and your pussy throb. you began to bob your head gradually, taking more and more in with every move. mason admired your innocence and every time he remembered that his dick was the first one you’d had inside your mouth – your sweet, innocent, virgin mouth – he wanted to bust a load.  

“oh god, yes, little one,” mason’s hand bunched your hair up in his hand out of habit, and you gagged around him as he thrusted up into your mouth ever so slightly, “you’re doing so well for me, got such a pretty little mouth.”  

you moaned, and the vibrations sent shockwaves up his dick and all over his body. he thrusted up into your mouth and you gagged again, your eyes watering at the sensation but you liked it. “play with my – fuck – play with my balls, baby, just squeeze them gently,” mason cooed, smoothing your cheeks with his free hand, and you did as you were told, halting the movements of your hand stroking his dick so you could use it to stabilize you as you fondled his balls. he groaned loudly, “fuuuck, baby. that's it, such a good little girl.”  

he thrusted up into your mouth again and this time spit came spluttering out of your mouth and landed along the prickly skin around his pubic bone. your eyes watered again, so much so that the tears soaked your eyelashes and mason lowered his hips. “you okay, baby? do you wanna stop?”  

you nodded sheepishly. mason's dick fell from your mouth and the tip rested at his bellybutton. he noticed your knotted eyebrows, “what’s up, darling?”  

“my mouth.. it tastes weird.” 

he chuckled and couldn’t believe how innocent you were.  

“that’s because it’s no longer a virgin mouth, little one. it's now forever tainted with the taste of my pre-cum,” he leaned over and kissed your lips, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, “you’re going to be tainted with my taste forever now, baby. never getting rid of me.”  

he used his strength to roll you over, so you were now laying with your head at the pillows. he admired how pretty you looked. anxiety pounded in your chest, and you suddenly got overwhelmed, but you knew it would pass, it was just nerves. mason noticed, and tucked some hair behind your ear.  

“do you remember your word, darling?”  

“cherries, daddy.”  

“good girl,” he leaned down to kiss your lips, “if you want daddy to stop, you need to use that word, understood?”  

“mhm,” you nodded, and leaned up to kiss him. he chuckled at your neediness. “there’s.. um... i have... in the bathroom cabinet.. there’s some... condoms.”  

“daddy’s shy little girl wants him to fuck her, hm?”  

you mewled underneath him and fought off a blush by buring your head in the pillows when his finger grazed between your folds, and you jolted at the sensitivity, “please, daddy, i... i... i need it. i need you.”  

mason fought back the urge to fuck you raw.  

“babygirl, listen to yourself beg for me,” he tutted, standing up and slipping on your dressing gown momentarily to go to the bathroom, “such a naughty little thing, hm? weren’t like this an hour ago. i've turned you into a little slut, haven’t i?”  

the last part of the sentence was partially shouted as he wandered into the bathroom you shared with another housemate, and you could’ve died there and then. you only hoped everyone else was minding their own damn business.  

he came back with a handful of condoms, and the dressing gown was tossed to the floor with the rest of the clothes. “go on, baby, say you’re daddy’s little slut,” he teased, “otherwise i'll leave you high and dry, begging for my cock all night.”  

your cheeks heated up as you opened your mouth. mason stood there, cock on full display, waiting patiently. you took a breath, “you’ve turned me into a little slut, daddy.”  

he made a satisfied hum noise and ripped the condom open with ease. you watched as he rolled it on and he climbed back on the bed, the sheer touch of his skin on yours leaving you with goosebumps. his fingers ran through your folds again and your wetness was enough.  

his hand outstretched your leg, so it was out at an angle to the side while the other was bent at the knee draped over his shoulder. you moaned at the feeling of being poked and prodded so he could get you exactly how he wanted you.  

you squirmed with anticipation as mason guided himself to your pussy, and when he slipped inside you let out a strangled, desperate moan. every time you thought his dick was fully inside of you, you were proved wrong, and with the angle of your legs, he only penetrated you deeper. he groaned at your tightness and the way his dick seemed to slot perfectly inside you.  

“fuck, little one,” his pubic bone hit your skin and he successfully buried himself to the hilt inside of you. “your cunt is so wet and tight, fits me so well, like it was made for me.” 

you mewled at his words and attempted to buy your head in the pillows beside you but mason grabbed your chin with his hand and forced you to look at him above you. he pulled out and pushed back in the whole way once again. “don’t you ever look away,” his fingers squeezed at your cheeks and moved down your face until they gripped at your neck, “daddy always wants to see the way your eyes roll back when he hits -” mason raised his hips up so the angle of his hips changed ever so slightly and he smirked when your eyes rolled back with a moan of his name, “that spot. such a naughty little girl.” 

“mhm,” you mumbled, already feeling a pressure building between your hips, “your naughty little girl, daddy.” 

“fuckin’ right,” mason's fingers squeezed your neck in approval, “daddy’s dirty little girl, you’re filthy, aren’t you?” 

you could feel him hitting so deep inside of you and the way his hips slowed with each pull out had you on the verge of screaming. your headboard began to thud dully against the wall and you couldn’t help but let out a long, drawn out moan.  

“gonna wake up the house if you keep moaning like a whore, baby,” mason cooed, pushing himself forward so the stretch in your legs began to sting and the angle of his dick grew deeper, “i can feel you clenching my dick, darling. such a tight little pussy.” 

your hands gripped at his shoulders and mason’s head dropped between your bodies so he could watch himself slipping in and out of your pussy. the angle of your body underneath him was driving him insane and he couldn’t help it when a moan slipped past his lips.  

the closer you got to an orgasm, the louder you became, and it only spurred mason on further. he was itching to get you cumming, and so when his fingers brushed your clit and you almost screamed in pleasure, he smirked. you were almost positive that savannah and becca could hear the entire thing from their rooms on the bottom floor.  

“d-daddy...”  

mason smiled, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “yes, little one?” 

“i’m gonna cum,” you cried, arching your back up off the bed, “please, daddy.”  

mason tutted. you were going to have to beg a lot better than that.  

“come on, darling, you can beg better than that,” he left a kiss to your jawline, “i know you turn into a mindless whore when you’re being fucked, but that was pathetic.”  

 you squeaked and clenched around his dick again. your body was in overdrive and with every thrust it felt like you were going to explode.  

“d-daddy... please,” you choked, throat running dry, “p-please, i need to cum, i'll do anything, p-please, daddy.” 

“you’ll do anything? oh, darling. i wouldn’t say something like that if you don’t mean it.”  

“please, i’m so close,” you were panting now, fighting off your orgasm with every passing second. mason leaned down to kiss your lips hotly, pulling your lip between his teeth and biting down so hard he almost drew blood, “please.”  

your begging attempt was satisfactory. for now.  

“go on then, darling,” he drawled, “cum for daddy like a good girl.”  

you couldn’t help the scream that left your mouth, and your orgasm shook your body so hard that it left your limbs twitching. this orgasm seemed to be more fulfilling, and lasted longer than the others you’d had this evening. your clenching pussy triggered mason’s orgasm, and despite the fact he came into the condom, you could still feel the heat of his cum inside of you.  

it was only when you noticed the wet sheets underneath your bum and mason’s wet torso that your eyebrows furrowed.  

“fucking hell, little one,” mason groaned, pulling out of you and looking down at the seeping sheets, “look at the mess you’ve made.”  

“what happened...? what did i do?”  

it had only just dawned on mason that you were completely clueless. this was the first time you’d ever squirted.  

“you just wet the bed, babygirl,” he rolled to the side of you and your eyebrows furrowed, “daddy fucked you so well and so deep that you squirted.”  

he admired the way your eyes widened, and he smirked. if he wasn’t sure about keeping you in his life before, he was definitely going to keep you around now. you yawned, completely and utterly exhausted from the night’s events, and mason pushed the sweaty hair out of your face, “we need to get you clean, sweetheart.”  

“mm, tired,” was all you could say, fighting off a yawn, “just wanna sleep.”  

mason stood up and slipped your dressing gown back over his shoulders. your eyelids continued to flutter, and you would’ve fallen asleep had he not have handed you his shirt and boxers, “come on, darling, you need to clean yourself up,” you sighed but obeyed his words, pulling the shirt over your head, “i’ll help you put fresh sheets on too, okay?”  

his hand looped through yours as he guided you to your bathroom, and your eyebrows furrowed again. mason began to run the water and you sat on the toilet seat. “you’re helping?” you asked, scrunching your nose, “i thought you were just going to leave.”  

mason laughed. you really were clueless, and it was adorable to him.  

“you really think i'd fuck you like that and then just walk away?” mason raised an eyebrow, and once again, the thought dawned on him that that’s exactly what happened to you after your first time. that was all you’d ever known. “oh, sweetheart, no, i wouldn’t ever do that to you.”  

he tested the temperature of the water with the tips of his fingers, and helped you wriggle out of his shirt as you stepped into it. he kissed your forehead as you rested your arms on the side of the bath.  

“pack a bag and come to my house next weekend,” he said nonchalantly, and suddenly, all your exhaustion had dissipated, “please.”  

“y-you want me to...”  

“i’m not asking you, y/n,” his stern bedroom voice had returned and it sent shivers down your spine, “i’m telling you.”  

your heart settled in your chest and he smiled against your lips when you leaned over the bath and kissed him. “i’ll stay at yours if you stay here.”  

“i wasn’t planning on going anywhere, darling,” he kissed your nose, “you’re going to get sick of me.”  

you smiled.  

“impossible.”  

[aechii]

hii! I have a request <3 can you write something about jude's gf being jealous? the reader is confident so they kiss jude in front of whoever is flirting with jude? and jude is smiling like mmm thats my girl and you are cute when you are jealous haha i hope u understand <3 thanks <33

ALL FOR ME !

PAiRiNG ?! gf!reader x bf!jude

A/N ?! so to whoever requested this, i would seriously like to apologise for letting this marinate in my inbox for WEEKS. ive lost my mojo and can barely write but here it is!! hope you enjoy <3

WARNiNG ?! tincy bit suggestive?? i think lol

figuratively speaking, the girl who had, unrightfully, welded herself to jude's side should've materialised 6 feet underground from the look [y/n] had given her. from across the room, after slipping into the kitchen to get herself an iced drink, she watched as the girl, even with jude's obvious awkwardness and too-far-from-the-eyes smiles, repeatedly slapped his arm in feigned humour. honestly speaking, [y/n] could feel the jealously well up within her, although it had no right to because even from where she stood, jude was showing no interest whatsoever.

"she's trying... way too hard," words sounded from beside [y/n], voice familiar as she matched them to her best friend, who was also the host of the night's party. her arms were crossed and she shook her head in disappointment, "seen jude push her hands off more than my boyfriend's taken a shot tonight. and he's taken a lot."

her humour, in any other instance, would've spurred laughter from [y/n], but the more she watched jude get antsy, the more she itched to make herself known.

"i'm going over there."

her best friend hummed, "get your man."

[y/n] wormed her way through the lingering bodies dotted around the room, and the second she made it across, she noticed how jude's expression morphed into one of sheer relief. forcing a smile on her face, she walked up to him, sliding a hand up his chest and curling it around his shoulders.

"hey babe," her tone was unsuspecting of anger, but jude sensed it nonetheless. knew it wasn't targeted at him however, "the kitchen ran out of the drink you wanted, sorry." she conjured a lie that wasn't too far from the truth, unwanting to cause a scene that would ruin the, otherwise, tranquil, sociable night.

"nah it's alright, love," jude countered, eyes averting to the other girl whose face began to fall into annoyance. he winked at her just as [y/n] pushed her lips unto his in a slow, deep tandem, his content hum ricocheting off the surface of her skin. they almost lost themselves in each other, jude's grin making it impossible to keep their lips interlocked, before the girl huffed, irritated, swivelling on the balls of her feet and walking away. the kiss broke up as soon as the taut air washed away in her trail, as if she ambled with her tail between her legs, and jude's smile widened into [y/n]'s cheek.

"you're so jealous, it's cute," jude humoured, pecking her cheek lightly. it didn't deter his girlfriend, who stared at him, detangling herself to cross her arms, "should've walked away."

"wanted to, but," jude shrugged, "as much as it wasn't getting intolerable, i could feel your eyes on me."

[y/n] let it go, tilting her head to press a small, reassuring kiss into jude's lips.

"you like it?"

jude smirked, leaning in to catch [y/n]'s bottom lip between his teeth. he watched as it bounced back and flushed a deep red, "'course i do. it's so fucking hot."

his girlfriend laughed, throwing her head back, giving jude the opportunity to kiss her neck.

"you're nasty, jude."

"and you love it, babe."

"and you're all mine, hm?"

jude grinned, hands tightening around his girlfriend's waist, "same for you, love. all for me."

[libraryofloveletters]

Helping Hands

Ruben Dias x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ruben and reader have a kid! (he's 5), boy dad!ruben, most of the man city squad is in this (kalvin too even tho he's not here anymore lol), mr pep makes an appearance, birthday surprises (yes I know ruben's birthday isn't until may lol), sweetness all around, reader and the guys have a good relationship, one big family vibes.

Word Count: 1.9k

Author's Note: is it really a big shock that this one is for @themandaloriansdiaries - I only ever write ruben when she asks lmaooo.

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"Mama! Come on!" Chris, your son, tugged on your hand as you carried the bags.

Ruben's birthday was today and the two of you had gotten up to wish him happy birthday before he left, even making sure to make birthday pancakes - Chris's request, despite it being his father's birthday.

Your husband had gone in for training today and he wasn't aware that the two of you were coming with a special surprise for him. Once you're checked in at the front, Chris makes a beeline for the stairs, running up and straight to the office of none other than Pep.

You didn't get a chance to stop him before he opened the door, not bothering to knock as he knew he had Mr. Pep - his nickname for the man- wrapped around his finger.

"Chris!" The man smiled when he saw the little brown-haired boy running into his office. He picks him up, giving him a good squeeze before putting him down.

"Hi Mr. Pep! Do you have any candy?" The boy looks around, peeking into a bowl on the desk. "Check the drawer, kid." He retells him, walking over to hug you hello.

Chris had made himself comfortable in Pep's chair, munching on a Kit Kat while spinning around.

Pep's hand rests on your arm, smiling at you. "What brings you two in today?"

"Just setting up a few things for Ruben's birthday. Chris wanted to celebrate with him and the guys."

"Oh," Pep nods. "Do you need help? Do you want me to get some of the stuff to help you?"

"No no, that's okay. Don't disturb them, it's just hanging up a few balloons and a banner Chris made, we got it. Right buddy?"

Chris nods, giving you a thumbs up with sticky, chocolate covered fingers.

Pep laughs, walking over to wipe Chris's hands with a tissue. "Okay, let me know if you need anything."

You and Chris were off to the cafeteria, taking the long way around as you knew Ruben would be in the gym right now. Chris sits himself down by the window, looking out in the pitch as you unpack the stuff from the bags, passing the balloons to him to start blowing them up; it would keep him occupied for long enough that you could set up whatever else you needed too.

As you tried to unravel the banner Chris was making at home, you heard footsteps behind you and Chris got up, running over to whoever was over there. You turn to see John, balancing the cake in one hand and rubbing Chris's brown hair with the other hand.

"Hi uncle Johnny!" Chris smiled at the man, John smiled back at him. "Hi buddy, how are you?"

"Good! It's daddy's birthday today!"

John nods, "I know, I got the cake, see?" He bends down to show Chris the cake before taking it into the kitchen to put it in the fridge so it doesn't melt.

"Thank you for picking it up," you tell him when he comes back, Chris holding his hand and bringing him over to the table where he was sitting.

"Anytime."

"Help me blow up balloons, uncle Johnny!" Chris passes him a handful of balloons, sitting on his chair as he starts on his own.

Despite having to get to the gym, John sat with Chris and blew up all of the balloons. For every 6 balloons John blew up, Chris blew one. The boy passed the slobbered covered balloon to his uncle who happily tied it; even if he had to wipe his fingers off on his pants after each one.

Once they're done, John gets up. "I have to get to training, buddy. I'll be back at lunch time and I'll bring your dad with me, okay?"

"Okay!" Chris gave John a five high before turning his attention back to the balloons. You wave John off as you start to attempt to bundle the balloons together.

"Baby, why don't you finish up on your banner for daddy? The crayons are in the green bag over there." You nod towards the bag on the chair, Chris nods and walks over to get the crayons before sitting where you had spread out the banner.

You managed to get a few balloons bundled together before you started on the arch, your back was turned to the doorway and you hadn't heard anyone come in.

Kyle had seen Chris about to get up and signalled for him to stay sitting and to be quiet, pointing to you and motioning surprise with his hands. Chris got the just of it and nodded, his little hand covering his mouth to stop him from giggling.

The cold fingers pinch your shoulders, causing you to jump. "What the f- fudge!" You stopped mid swear, shouting before turning to see who it was. Both Kyle and Chris were giggling now, you smacked Kyle on the head with a balloon.

"You're so annoying, Kyle." Groaning, you turn your attention back to the balloon arch you were assembling. The man ignores your comment, making his way over to Chris at the table.

His arms on either side of Chris's chair as he stands behind him, his chin on the boy's head. "Whatcha working on, bud?"

"A banner for daddy! Look how cool my football is," he points towards the football he had drawn in the corner.

"That's really good, I couldn't even draw a circle." He laughed. "Who are these guys?" Kyle asks him, pointing out the few guys Chris had drawn around the ball.

"Well this one is Eddie," he points to the man by the net, wearing bright green. "This one is daddy, uncle Jack, uncle Johnny and this one is you, uncle walks." He points to the one on the left.

Kyle stifles a laugh. "Chris, why is my head so big?"

"Because mama said you have a big head." Chris shrugs, going back to working on his drawings.

The man looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, and you shrug just as Chris did. "It's true, now come be useful and hold this." You stuck the end of the arch out to Kyle, the man coming over to hold it as you filled in the extra balloons that needed to fit in.

He helps you get it up and over the window, along with the streamers before you thank him and climb down from the chair. When you turned around, you found more of the guys had come in as it was pretty close to lunch time.

Jack was sitting with Chris, the two of them chatting about some cartoon they both watch when Jack comes over while Kalvin helped to colour in the letters that Chris had traced.

Everything was coming together, all that needed to be done was put the banner up and get the cake out from the fridge. Erling had come in with Kevin and Kevin offered himself to get the cake as he knew Erling and Jack would probably start bickering about something as soon as he saw the taller man make a bee line for his friend.

Ederson and Stefan were the next two that came in. Erling and Stefan hung the banner up, Jack handing pieces of tape to Chris to stick on the banner. Ederson had Chris up on his shoulders so he could reach it and Rodri gave them thumbs up of approval, letting them know that the banner was hung straight.

Kevin sets the cake on the table, taking it out of the box while you search for the candles in the bag. "Oh crap, I forgot the candles at home."

"I think we have some from John and Kyle's birthday last week," Nathan tells you, walking over to the cabinet to search for them. He returns a moment later with a half pack of candles and a lighter.

Chris helps Nathan stick the candles into the cake; all 27 which is how old he was turning this year.

Everything was set, the rest of the players had come in and even pep had made his way down for the little celebration. All of you were by the window, waiting until you heard someone coming to light the candles.

The big banner above you read happy birthday daddy! in several different coloured crayons, all coloured in and out of the lines - depended on who coloured it.

You look at Chris, fixing his shirt as Ederson held him and you made sure he looked okay. You brushed away the cookie crumbs from earlier before looking around to make sure everyone was there. Jack, who was beside you, also had the same cookie crumbs on his shirt and you brushed those off too.

The sound of John's laughter came from the hallway, followed by the clicking of Bernardo's slides as he never wore them properly. That meant Ruben would be right behind them.

"What are you recording for?" You hear your husband's voice, one of his friend's had their phone out as they were coming in.

Bernardo and John push the double doors open, John stepping into the room to catch Ruben's reaction.

"Surprise!" Everyone shouts, the boys cheering, clapping and whistling for their friend.

Ruben stood there shocked, taking it all in. The handmade banner, streamers, balloons, the cake, all his teammates and most importantly, his wife and his son.

Ederson put Chris down, the little boy running to his dad who picks him up. "Do you like it?!" Chris practically shouts in his dad's ear. Ruben chuckles, nodding. "I love it, Chris. Thank you."

He gives him a hug, putting him down. "Do you like the banner? And the colours I picked?"

"You used all my favourites." He ruffles Chris's fluffy brown hair, identical to his own. Chris clapped, grinning at his father as he ran over to Jack. "Told you!" You hear Chris tell Jack, the two of them laughing.

You walk over to your husband, hugging him. "Surprise, baby."

Ruben kisses your head, "thank you, babe. You didn't have to do all this, you know."

"I know," you say. "I had some help." You nodded towards his teammates behind you.

Ruben leans down to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he does. "Okay okay, break it up." Kevin calls for you two, "the candles are gonna melt."

You hold Ruben's hand, bringing him over to the table with the cake, Chris standing on the chair on the left to his dad and you're tucked under Ruben's arm on the right. All of his teammates on the other side of the table, John was still recording as Jack started the horribly off key rendition of happy birthday, which was being sung in at least 5 different languages at the moment.

Ruben pulls you and Chris with him, blowing out all 27 candles on the cake. "Happy birthday, babe." You kisses his cheek, Chris swiping some frosting and rubbing it on the other side of his dad's face.

[oh-saints]

I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺

Thank you so much in advance

cravings

craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?

rúben dias x you part of dad!rúben collection

wc: 2k

note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!

“gatinha,”

at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.

“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?

you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.

that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.

“are you okay?”

you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.

“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”

ah… the infamous early morning craving.

you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.

with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”

rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”

“uh, mcdonalds?”

in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.

but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?

rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”

“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”

ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.

“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”

“you mean, our honeymoon?”

oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”

the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.

but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”

“i want durian.” ＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

what on earth is durian?

rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.

no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.

you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.

ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.

so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?

thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.

but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.

with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.

but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.

other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…

“what takes you so long?”

rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”

“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”

the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”

you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”

“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”

“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”

“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”

and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.

“why at 8?”

“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”

rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”

okay?

okay?!

okay!

good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

rúben was the one not okay that morning.

you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.

you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.

rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.

“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”

coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.

“there you are,” rúben was about to comment

like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.

you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.

“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

good god, please help me.

“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”

and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.

but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.

when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”

“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”

“sim, meu amor.”

[trcpicoz]

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

a/n: just smut no real plot, this is for @moodkvller & @anifffff my favorite ruben lovers🤍

summary: ruben makes you feel good after he left you a little sore from your session the night before

warnings: fluff/smut 18+, fingering, oral f receiving, m masturbation, pet names,

you woke up in your shared manchester penthouse with you boyfriend ruben. you turned over to see the sun shine on ruben’s tan, toned and naked body. the night before was rough and passionate, the only clothing in the bed was his shirt you put on because he didn’t want you to be too cold after he pounded you so good. your pussy had knocked him out cold, he was snoring and fast asleep with his big semi erect cock touching rested on his stomach. you only felt a little bit sore from last night which was normal when you and ruben went for multiple rounds, in this case three.

you put your hand on his cheek and caressed it leaving pecks on his forehead to wake him from his deep orgasm induced sleep “wake up baby”. his eyes slowly opened and he smiled at the sound of your voice, his favorite sound was the voice of his princess. “bom dia meu amor” he grabbed the back of your neck with his enormous hands pulling you in for deep kiss. you climb on top of his exposed lap completely forgetting you had no panties on. “ohhhh baby why must you get me hard so early” you couldn’t help but rub your cunt across his hard throbbing cock. he rose up to make out with you while you rested your arms on his shoulders. your tongues danced in each others mouths as you swallowed ruben’s deep raspy growls and he took in your soft whimpers. he grabbed your back and turned you over getting on top of you. ruben inserted two of his fingers in your pussy slowly “is it sore from last night?” he looked at you with the most adorable puppy dog eyes, you could tell he was concerned he hurt you with his cock because there’s times when he forgets his size and how it could effect you. “it’s just a little sore but it feels good when you’re gentle” he smiled giving you a kiss on the forehead “te amo meu amor i’ll go slow for you, i don’t wanna hurt my princess”. he continued to finger you until you came, he pulled out his finger sucking your arousal off of them “do you want me to make you cum again” he said this with with his chin on your chest with those eyes once again. you ran your fingers through his hair and you couldn’t resist how soft and sweet ruben has become since his aggressive dominant self from last night. “yes baby go again” he kissed your torso down to you clit and you let out a a scream “are you okay baby?” he just wanted to make you feel good, the thought of hurting you or not making you cum hurt his soul. all ruben wanted to do was make love to you, when you had sex it was never just fucking. “i’m okay i’m just really sensitive from the first time i came” he kept sucking on your clit and you kept moaning so loud the whole city could hear your angelic screams “i love the way you moan for me princess” he could tell you were getting overstimulated which he knew you loved so he increased the speed of his tongue and moaned against your clit so you could feel the sweet vibrations of his voice. he made you cum twice and you were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize he was stroking himself the entire time. your caring strokes through his hair made him close “baby i’m gonna cum can i-” you caressed his chin “do it on my stomach rubs” he released on your skin, and collapsed on top of you passionately tongue kissing you “te amo meu amor i want to spend the rest of my life with you”.

ruben carried you to the shower and he washed your body off and you did the same to him. he proceeded to make you breakfast before he went off to training. before he left you could help but embrace his lips at the door “amor i have to go” ruben laughed holding you “ugh okay, i love you” “i love you too, when i come home we’ll finish what we started this morning” he kissed you again and bit your bottom lip before walking out the door winking at you and quickly glancing at your breasts.