Footballer Imagines

#59 Jadon Sancho

For everyone that wanted Jadon Sancho, here you go.

"Breathin" by Ariana Grande played through out the marble kitchen on an early Sunday morning.

You swayed your hips to the beat, tapped your bare feet, hummed and nodded whilst supporting a messy bun, Jadon's large sweater and some pyjamas shorts.

It was inching towards lunch so you decided to make brunch for you and your half other, a healthy salad with lots of mozzarella. The scent of fresh peppers lit up the room causing you to inhale the scrumptious smell.

A warm feeling of two arms wrapping around your torso made you slightly jump, but this is always how Jadon greeted you if you were awake before him, downstairs in the kitchen and leaving him alone in the bed.

"Just keep breathin and breathin" you heard him sing into your ear softly in a whisper with his groggy deepened voice. It honestly sent shivers down your spine, tingles everywhere. You hung your head as you cut the peppers and chuckled, " Good morning to you to, Jadon"

His grip on your waist was slowly dropped until his hands snaked their way down your clothed arms and reaching to your busy hands. Jason's large hands moulded onto yours, you allowed him to guide you as you both were now chopping the vegetables.

"Like this babe" he mumbled as his lips made small contact with your neck, causing you to giggle like a school girl. "Just like that..." He almost moaned seductively, knowing the effect it had on you. Your cheeky other half bit his lip mischeviously, his curls drooping and pushed all over.

"Stop it babe" you groaned, knowing his plan to edge you to be turned on. "I'm helping you, c'mon" Jadon insisted childishly, pushing some chopped up peppers to the side and placing his hands back onto yours to cut some more.

"You're so cheeky!" you exclaimed, pushing your bottom into his groin which was clothes in loose basketball shorts, he moaned softly due to the fact that he was wearing no underwear...neither were you under your shorts. "Stop that!" he hissed as if being possessed.

"Not nice is it, Sancho" you teased, laughing. You felt his curly hair rub against your shoulder indicating he was shaking his head, disapproving.

"Time goes by, and I can't control my mind" Jadon hummed the lyrics  rubbing himself against you.

You decided to play along with his game, joining in the chorus you began pushing yourself into his figure, you felt himself harden and his breath become more heavier against your neck.

Immediately, loosing all control, Jadon forcefully grabbed your chin and turned your head so you were facing him more properly and pushed his head towards you.

He crashed his own plump lips into yours, forcing them to mix with passion and lust. "I love you baby" he grumbled in compliment, soft brown eyes still glaring at your mouth.

"I love you too" you pecked his mouth again but made it quick teasingly to return to preparing brunch.

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