FOOTBALL IMAGINES

Jude Bellingham / Trent A-A

The Call

Y/N was alone in her apartment, feeling the weight of the day slowly lift as the evening settled in. She had been looking forward to this night for days now. Her phone buzzed, and she saw a notification from Trent  and Jude  A grin spread across her face as she answered the Facetime call, her heart beating a little faster in anticipation.

"Hey, beautiful," Trent's voice came through first, his face appearing on her screen with that familiar, charming smile.

"Hey, Trent. Hey, Jude," Y/N replied, her voice soft and welcoming.

"Hey, Y/N," Jude greeted, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

They talked for a few minutes, catching up on their days. The playful banter soon took on a more flirtatious tone. Trent and Jude had a way of making Y/N feel desired and cherished, and tonight was no exception.

"So, Y/N," Jude began, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "we've been thinking about you a lot lately."

"Yeah," Trent added, his eyes darkening with lust. "We can't stop thinking about all the things we want to do to you."

Y/N felt a rush of heat spread through her body. "Oh? Like what?" she teased, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.

"Why don't you take off that top for us, love?" Trent suggested, his eyes glued to the screen.

Y/N bit her lip, feeling a thrill run through her. She slowly lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy bra. Both men let out appreciative groans.

"God, you're beautiful," Jude murmured, his hand drifting out of view, making Y/N's imagination run wild.

Trent leaned closer to the camera, his voice low and commanding. "Touch yourself for us, Y/N."

Y/N's hands moved to her bra, unhooking it and letting it fall away. Her fingers trailed down her body, her breathing growing heavier. She looked at the screen, seeing the raw desire in both Trent and Jude's eyes.

She began to touch herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Exactly like that," Jude replied, his own hand clearly moving under the frame of the camera.

"Faster," Trent urged, his voice tight with arousal. "We want to see you come apart."

Y/N's pace quickened, her moans growing louder as she followed their instructions. The sight of Trent and Jude pleasuring themselves on the other side of the screen only heightened her own arousal. She could see their expressions, their eyes locked onto her every movement.

"I'm so close," she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Come for us, Y/N," Jude whispered, his voice dripping with need.

"Come now," Trent commanded, his own release evident in his voice.

With a final cry, Y/N's body tensed, and she fell over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She heard Trent and Jude follow suit, their own moans filling the air.

For a few moments, the three of them were silent, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her voice soft and satisfied. "That was incredible."

"You're incredible," Trent corrected, his voice warm and tender.

"Absolutely amazing," Jude agreed, a smile spreading across his face.