Football Imagines

jude bellingham - friends with benefits ⁺¹⁸

by starsshoppin on tumblr

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the first time it happened came out of the blue. alcohol in your system, the bass of the music running through your veins.

it started off as innocent. you and jude had been friends for quite some time, getting to spend time with each other due to your mutual friends.

so when you you were asked by your group to go clubbing on a friday night, you were more than happy to follow along.

as you danced around with two of your close friends, you swore you felt like being watched, but you brushed it off, blaming the aperols you just had.

however, when you turned around, swinging your hips alongside your girls, you saw him. jude. sitting down at the bar, eyeing you with a drink in his head.

you made eye contact for a couple of seconds, your head a bit dizzy because of the whole atmosphere. you didn't know what it was that made you do it - maybe the lights, maybe the alcohol, but you gave him a wink before turning around continuing to dance.

soon enough you got tired, making your way through the crowd in order to get to the bar. you took a sit next to the rest of the group, as you ordered yourself something to calm your thirst.

your order came fast and as you started to take a sip from it you felt a hand on your naked back, the coldness of it making you freeze for a couple of seconds.

you could only guess whose it was, but you didn't turn around, staying in your place as you tried to follow along the conversation which was taking place at the bar.

although, when the man's fingers started tracing slow lines up and down your spine, you couldn't help but shiver, your interest in the conversation long gone.

you turned your head around, the curiosity killing you. there he was. bellingham.

staying on the chair next to yours, his eyes moving from your back to yours in a second. right there, when you made eye contact, you knew what was going to happen.

next thing you remember is you wrapping your legs around his torso, trying to kiss him deeper.

you were sat next to the bathroom sink, your hands trying to get his black shirt off as quick as possible. the way his fingers toyed with the string of your panties didn't help your needs.

"impatient, are we?" jude asked, kissing your neck as he took his shirt off, helping you.

"p-please." you managed to respond, but was cut off by his fingers, pressing the damp spot on your lingerie.

you found yourself moaning at his action and you started to undo his belt, the alcohol giving you the courage you needed.

"mhm, tell me what you need." he asked, enjoying the state you were in.

he started moving his fingers around your folds, making you sink your nails into his back, wanting more.

"i need you, please." you whimpered, your hand pulling his jeans down.

your wish was his his command and you closed your eyes, letting him handle the situation. you didn't know how you were going to face him or the whole group from now then.

however, you did. you had to. you managed to get through the shame of seeing your friends, escaping the so thought hell with only two or three jokes about the situation.

on the other hand, there was jude. he was the problem and the solution as well. at first you thought you two were going to forget about what happened, but oh, you were so far from it.