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Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Orginal Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 2

Tori adored teaching dance almost as much as she loved performing, but a last-minute call from another of the instructors meant she’d been tasked with taking the class instead, completely throwing off her dinner plans with Jude. 

Rather than having him collect her from her apartment, they decided that Jude would swing by the dance studio to pick Tori up before they made their way to his place, where his chef was set to prepare dinner for the two of them.

“Beautiful girls! One more run-through and we are done for the day.” Tori exclaimed to her class of preteens as she pressed play starting the piece of music they were dancing to over. 

The energy in the studio was electric as the music filled the air, a vibrant mix of rhythm and melody. Tori clapped her hands together, energizing her students, their eager faces lighting up with excitement. She loved moments like this, watching the girls, full of enthusiasm, moving in sync with the beat, their innocence reminding her of her childhood passion for dance.

As the music started, Tori took a step back, her eyes roaming over the eager faces, filled with determination as they followed her instructions. She couldn’t help but smile, swept away by their spirit. Each pirouette, every leap they executed, ignited the love she had for her craft—teaching them not only the moves but also the joy and confidence that dance could bring into their lives.

“Let’s focus on those transitions, girls! Remember to keep your arms fluid and your movements sharp!” she encouraged, her words ringing above the music, infusing her students with motivation.

Despite her excitement, Tori felt a longing in her chest. She had been looking forward to dinner with Jude, the thought of their intimate evening together floating in her mind like a sweet dream. But all of that anticipation had now transformed into a fleeting thought as she poured herself into the class.

“Five, six, seven, eight! And one, two, three… spin!” Tori counted, her body moving lightly along with the girls, demonstrating the moves with a grace she had honed over countless performances. The music surged, and she felt her energy rising, moving through the routine seamlessly.

As the final notes of the song echoed through the studio, Tori turned down the music and clapped her hands together, signalling an end to class. “Great job today, everyone! You’ve all worked so hard! I’m so proud of you!”

The girls erupted in cheers, giddy and full of laughter as they chatted and gathered their belongings. Tori smiled and waved them off, feeling the familiar warmth of pride fill her chest. 

Just as she was packing her bag, her gaze flickered to the clock on the wall. She hoped Jude had arrived by now. There was a flutter of anticipation in her belly at the thought of seeing him.

As she gathered her belongings and cleared what little mess the girls had left behind, Tori’s phone began to ring in her bag. 

She fished it out, her heart racing as she saw Jude's name flash across the screen. A smile broke across her face, and she quickly answered, eager to hear his voice. 

“Hi!” she said, trying to keep her tone light despite the rush of excitement. 

“Hey, beautiful! I’m outside the studio. Are you almost done?” Jude’s voice was warm and inviting, sending a thrill through her.

“Just wrapping up! I’ll be right out,” Tori replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him. She quickly finished packing her bag, her mind racing with thoughts of the kiss they shared the evening prior. 

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Me too! I’m sorry about the change of plans,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Jude reassured her, his tone light. “I’m just happy I get to see you. Plus, I’m sure your students needed you.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth at his words. “Thanks! They were amazing today. I love teaching them,” she said, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. 

“Sounds like you had a good time. I’m looking forward to seeing you,” he replied, and she could sense the readiness in his voice. 

“Definitely! I’m leaving the studio now. I'll see you in a second.” Tori said before handing up the phone so she could pull her sweats over the leotard she wore, before putting on her coat and sneakers so she could head out to meet Jude. 

The street outside of the studio was rather empty, barring a sleek black Mercedes parked at the curb, the low smooth rumble of the engine humming from the car before the driver door pushed open and Jude stepped out of it dressed casually in a black sweatsuit. 

Tori’s heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, his attire so much more relaxed than the tuxedo he wore the day before, but just as handsome. 

“Hi,” Tori greeted, her voice softening as she took in the sight of him. The way he stood there, exuding confidence and warmth, made her feel a rush of affection.

“Hi,” Jude repeated, his smile wide and genuine. He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace and Tori couldn't help but inhale his musky scent. She melted into him, as his arms tightened before he released her from his hold. 

“Can I take this?” Jude asked, his voice calm and warm as he reached out, his fingers gently grazing Tori’s as he moved to lift her gym bag from her side. 

“Thank you!” Tori responded, a smile illuminating her face as she surrendered the bag to him. She observed with appreciation as Jude effortlessly hoisted the bag into the trunk of his car, his movements smooth and confident.

Gently closing the trunk with a soft thud, Jude walked around the car, he reached the passenger side and pulled the door open, a warm smile on his face as he gestured for Tori to climb inside. The late afternoon winter sun casting a golden glow over the city. 

Still dressed in her ballet clothes and feeling rather sweaty, she anticipated arriving at Jude's house so she could use his shower. The entire arrangement was slightly bizarre for the first time two people were hanging out.

Their conversation was light and flowing as Jude drove to his house, the traffic not as heavy as expected for a Saturday afternoon much to his delight. 

Tori was in slight awe as she watched the cityscape gradually give way to the suburbs, each house they passed seemingly bigger than the last as they neared Jude’s neighbourhood. 

After an Instagram search of Jude when she got in the night before, it became apparent to Tori that he was a big deal. He had millions of followers across social media and frequent endorsements with massive brands. The realization made her heart race with anxiety.

She hated to make assumptions, but it was seldom that men like Jude came without a flurry of women behind them, regardless of their relationship status. 

Victoria had learned that she was two years older than him, he hailed from the West Midlands and before moving to Madrid he had lived out in Germany where he also played soccer. 

Tori’s mind was racing with thoughts. What if Jude was just another entitled man who enjoyed the thrill of the chase? Dispelling the nagging doubt in her mind she focused on the moment. He had been nothing but genuine with her so far, and their connection felt real.

“So, what’s your chef cooking for us tonight?” Tori smirked, shifting the conversation into safer, more playful territory as the suburban landscape unfolded like a movie set outside the window.

Jude chuckled, glancing over at her with a playful grin. “Whatever you like, that's the beauty of it.” 

Tori raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh really?” 

He nodded, a twinkle in his eyes. “Absolutely. But I have a few suggestions if you don’t know what you want.” 

“What's your favourite meal?” she asked, leaning back slightly in her seat, eager for his input.

“It’s pretty basic but I'm a sucker for a steak,” Jude admitted, a hint of mischief in his voice. “But I think homemade pasta is also a solid backup.”

“I’m not sure if you mean to, but you sound obnoxiously rich right now,” Tori said teasingly, making Jude laugh as he turned the steering wheel, rounding onto another street, showcasing homes that looked as though they could grace the covers of Architectural Digest.

Jude chuckled, shooting her a sidelong glance. “Well, I assure you, I’m really not. I just happen to enjoy good food and have a great chef who makes it all happen. It does make things a lot more enjoyable, though.” 

Tori smiled, feeling more at ease with the playful banter. “If that’s the case, I’m looking forward to dinner.” She paused for a moment, a flicker of curiosity crossing her mind. “What else does your chef cook? Besides the pasta and steak, of course.”

He thought for a moment, a grin spreading across his face, clearly enjoying the conversation. “I try to avoid sugary foods during the season, but he’s a fucking fantastic baker.” 

Tori couldn't help but laugh as she listened to Jude go on about his chef, it was evident that he didn't lead the normal life of a twenty-one-year-old man, but he still seemed extremely down to earth. 

“This is me,” Jude said as he tilted his head towards a tall black gate, before turning into its driveway. 

Reaching for a small fob in the middle compartment of his car, he pressed it and the gate slowly rolled open. 

As the car moved slowly up the gravel driveway, Tori gazed at Jude’s house, a stunning masterpiece of modern architecture. Its sleek lines and minimalist design exuded sophistication, with large glass windows reflecting the soft glow of the setting winter sun. The structure was both imposing and inviting, with a sense of warmth despite its grandness.

The entrance was decorated with two elegant sculptures, and the subtle outdoor lighting highlighted the clean lines of the building, creating an atmosphere of serene luxury.

“Wow, Jude, your house is beautiful,” Tori gushed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Jude parked the car smoothly and turned to her, a proud but modest smile on his face. “Thanks. I wanted it to feel open and welcoming. It’s a bit different from what I grew up in, but I love it.”

As they stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel under their feet echoed softly in the quiet evening. Jude guided her towards the front door, using his key to open it before allowing her to enter first. 

“I can give you a tour later, but for now would you like anything to drink?” Jude asked as he kicked off his sneakers. 

“Water is fine,” Tori replied, feeling a little flustered but excited. She took in her surroundings, the spacious foyer adorned with modern art pieces and a stylish chandelier that cast a warm glow over everything. 

Following Jude into the kitchen she watched as he grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator before he turned and handed it to Tori. 

Gracefully accepting the water, Tori trailed behind Jude as he guided her into his living room. The space was warmly lit, and filled with inviting furniture that highlighted a blend of comfort and style. She settled into a soft armchair, the fabric plush against her skin, while Jude took a seat across from her, his demeanour relaxed yet attentive.

Despite the plush comfort of her cushioned seat, Tori couldn't shake the clammy sensation clinging to her skin after a long day of dancing. The remnants of perspiration lingered, making her feel uncomfortable. She turned to Jude, a hint of shyness in her voice, and asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower now?”

“Of course. The guest bathroom is just down the hall,” Jude replied, his smile warm and inviting.

Tori felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Thanks! I won’t be long,” she promised, standing up and making her way toward the hallway. She could feel Jude’s gaze on her as she walked away, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in her chest at the thought of their evening together.

As she stepped into the bathroom, Tori quickly shed her dance clothes, grateful for the opportunity to wash away the day’s exertions. The warm water cascaded over her, soothing her muscles and letting her mind wander. She couldn’t help but think about Jude and how comfortable he made her feel, despite the initial anxiety she had about their relationship.

After a refreshing shower, Tori dried herself off and went to retrieve her clothes from her bag only to realize she’d left them in the living room with Jude. 

Opening the bathroom door, Victoria stepped into the bedroom feeling herself becoming slightly panicked.

Walking over to the bedroom door, she pulled it open and let out a sigh of distress. Tori stood looking out into the dimly lit hallway, feeling utterly exposed and at a loss for what to do. The soft fabric of the towel clung to her damp skin, offering little comfort as she weighed her options. She glanced nervously around Jude's house, its unfamiliar outlines and shadows amplifying her discomfort. Retrieving her bag and clothes from the living room seemed like an impossible task. The thought of wandering through the house, dressed only in a towel, sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over her. She knew she had to muster the courage to make the trek, but the vulnerability of the moment paralyzed her.

“Fuck,” she huffed as she crossed the threshold of Jude’s guest room into the long hallway, goosebumps covering the surface of her skin as she quickly made her way down it, attempting to keep quiet as she went. 

Making her way into Jude’s living room where she left her bag, Tori refused to lift her head as the murmur of the television and the soft glow of the screen filled the room. She could hear Jude’s voice, low and relaxed, as he chatted with someone on the phone. The sound made her heart race, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within her. 

Tori took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She could see her bag just a few feet away, but the thought of Jude catching a glimpse of her in just a towel sent her pulse racing. She hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts of how ridiculous she must look, how vulnerable she felt. 

“Okay, just grab the bag and get out of here,” she whispered to herself, steeling her resolve. 

With a glance toward the sectional where Jude sat, she darted forward, her bare feet silent against the cool floor. She reached her bag and fumbled with the straps, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled it into her grasp. Just as she was about to retrieve her clothes, she heard Jude’s voice grow louder, and her heart dropped.

“Yeah, I’ll call you back in a minute,” he said, and Tori froze, her breath caught in her throat. She could hear him moving around, and she knew she had to act fast. 

In a panic, she stood up and quickly turned to head back toward the hallway, but as she did, she bumped into the edge of the coffee table, sending a small decorative item clattering to the floor. 

“Shit!” she whispered, her heart racing as she turned to see Jude’s head snap in her direction. 

“Tori is everything okay?” Jude asked sitting up, reaching for the television remote so he could mute it as he gave her his undivided attention. 

Tori felt her cheeks flush as she stood there, clutching her bag to her chest like a shield. The towel felt even more inadequate under his gaze, and she could feel her heart pounding in her ears. 

“Everything’s fine!” she stammered, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “I left my bag down here.”

Tori wanted the floor to open up and swallow her, it was only the second time of ever been in Jude's presence and she stood in front of him in nothing but a towel. The vulnerability of the moment was overwhelming, and she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. 

Jude’s expression softened a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You know, you could have just called me,” he smirked unable to keep a straight face. 

“My phone is in here, too,” she explained clutching the bag a little tighter. 

“Then you could’ve shouted my name,” he teased, his tone light and playful. “I would have come running.”

Tori couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. “Yeah, right. I’d rather not have you see me like this,” she said, gesturing to the towel that felt like it was shrinking by the second.

“Honestly, you look fine,” Jude replied, his gaze steady and reassuring, although internally he willed himself not to make his gaze slip to her body. “But if you’re uncomfortable, I can cover my eyes until you leave the room.” 

Tori's laughter faded, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and relief. Jude's playful demeanour helped to ease the tension, but the heat in her cheeks remained. She could feel the weight of his gaze, and it sent a shiver down her spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

“Very funny,” she replied, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “Although, I think it's a little late to cover your eyes.”

Jude chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Fair point. But I promise I’m not going to take a mental picture or anything,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to be polite.”

Tori felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach, but there was something about Jude’s easygoing nature that made her feel a little less exposed. “Thanks,” she said, her voice softening. “I guess I just didn’t expect to be naked in front of you the first time we’re hanging out.”

“What about the second?” Jude teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Tori laughed, shaking her head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I think I’ll stick to clothes for the foreseeable future.”

“You’re beautiful in and out of them,” Jude replied, his tone sincere, and Tori felt her heart skip a beat at the compliment. 

“Wow, smooth talker, huh?” she said, trying to keep her tone light despite the warmth flooding her cheeks and stomach. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Honestly, I’m just speaking the truth,” Jude said, his brow furrowed in sincerity as he looked directly at her. “But really, there’s no need to feel uncomfortable. It’s just a towel, after all. We’re all human, and these moments happen.” His tone was steady, aimed at easing the tension in the room.

Offering Jude a shy smile, Tori turned on her heels and left Jude’s living room so she could head back to the guest room to finally get dressed. 

When she returned she found that Jude was no longer lounging in his living room, making her way into the kitchen Tori couldn't help but smile as she walked into the room to find Jude enthusiastically talking to a greying olive-skinned man. 

“Tori, this is Chef Ruben,” he smiled as he turned to look at her before turning back to him. 

“Nice to meet you,” Tori said, her voice friendly as she extended her hand toward the chef. 

“Pleasure’s all mine, Tori,” Ruben replied, shaking her hand warmly. His eyes sparkled with kindness, and Tori felt instantly at ease. “Jude was telling me you were curious about what was on the menu tonight?”

“Yes, I’m curious! I’ve heard a lot about your cooking,” Tori replied, her enthusiasm genuine. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of enjoying a meal prepared by someone who seemed to have such a passion for food.

Ruben chuckled, a warm, welcoming smile spreading across his face. “Well, you’re in for a treat! I’m making a herb-crusted rack of lamb with roasted vegetables and a side of creamy mashed potatoes. If you have room for dessert, I prepared a homemade salted caramel ice cream.” 

Tori’s eyes widened, and she felt her stomach rumble at the mention of the meal. “That sounds incredible! You’re making me hungry just talking about it,” she said, laughing lightly.

Jude leaned against the counter, crossing his arms with a smirk. “I told you,” he said, looking at Tori with a playful glint in his eyes. “Ruben’s cooking is legendary. You’ll never want to eat anywhere else after this.”

Tori chuckled, her excitement palpable. “I can believe it! You’re lucky to have such a talented chef at your disposal.”

Ruben waved a hand dismissively, his face lighting up with a grin as he turned back to the vegetables he'd been preparing. 

“Come with me,” Jude smirked as he held out his hand for Tori to take, leading her back into his living room to allow Ruben his space and give them more privacy. 

Although they had communicated a few times throughout the day, they had yet to bring up the kiss they'd shared the night before after meeting at Tori’s company's gala. 

As they stepped into the living room, Tori felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The atmosphere was cozy, and the faint aroma of herbs and spices wafted in from the kitchen, making her stomach growl with anticipation. 

“So, what do you think of my humble abode?” Jude asked, gesturing around the room with a playful flourish. 

Tori looked around, taking in the elegant décor and modern furnishings. “It’s beautiful. Very… you,” she replied, smiling as she settled onto the plush couch. “I love how open and airy it feels.”

Jude chuckled softly as he sat down beside her, their knees nearly touching. “I wanted it to be a space where people feel comfortable. You know, a place where we can hang out, eat good food, and just enjoy each other’s company.”

The way he spoke sent a flutter through her chest. “I can definitely see that,” Tori said, her voice softening. “It feels welcoming.”

Jude leaned back against the couch, his gaze steady on her. “I’m really glad you could come tonight. I know our plans got a bit jumbled, but I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Me too,” Tori replied, her heart racing slightly as she met his gaze. The air between them felt charged, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I was a bit worried I’d messed things up.”

“Not at all,” Jude reassured her, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and Tori felt herself lean into him instinctively. “I think it worked out perfectly. We get to enjoy a great meal and each other’s company.”

Tori felt her cheeks flush at the intimacy of the moment. “You’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m really glad I get to spend time with you.”

“Me too,” Jude replied, his voice low and sincere. He hesitated for a moment, then added, “About last night… I just wanted to say that I enjoyed the kiss. I didn’t expect it, but it felt right.”

Tori’s heart raced at his words. “I felt the same way,” she admitted, her cheeks heating up as she remembered the warmth of his lips against hers. “It surprised me, but it was nice.”

Jude's expression softened, and he leaned slightly closer, closing the distance between them. “I’d like to explore that more if you’re open to it.”

Tori’s breath caught in her throat. She had been thinking about it since they parted ways the previous evening. “I’d like that,” she said, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

Leaning into her lips, Jude’s eyes met with Tori’s as they slowly moved closer, their breaths mingling in the space between them. The anticipation hung thick in the air, electrifying and intoxicating. When their lips finally connected, it was gentle at first, a soft brush that ignited a fire within both of them. 

Jude's hand travelled to the back of Tori's neck, pulling her in deeper as their kiss intensified. Tori instinctively leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her. The kiss spoke volumes, conveying unspoken desires and promises that lingered just beneath the surface.

As they pulled away, both breathless, Tori couldn’t help but smile at Jude, her heart fluttering like a butterfly in her chest. She could see the hunger in his eyes mirroring her own, and it made her pulse quicken.

“So…” Tori started, her voice playful, trying to lighten the mood. “Is this part of your plan to keep me entertained while Chef Ruben conjures up magic in the kitchen?”

Jude chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. “Maybe. But honestly, I just wanted a reason to kiss you again,” he admitted, his gaze piercing yet inviting. 

“I think I can get on board with that plan,” Tori replied, her playful demeanour having returned, strengthened by the immediate chemistry they had. 

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching from the kitchen broke the moment. Chef Ruben emerged, wiping his hands on a towel. “Dinner is almost ready.” He peered at them with an amused smile, as if he knew exactly what moment he had interrupted.

Tori felt her cheeks flush as she and Jude quickly pulled apart, both of them trying to regain their composure. The playful atmosphere shifted slightly, but the warmth of the moment lingered in the air.

“Perfect timing, Chef,” Jude said, a hint of laughter in his voice as he leaned back against the couch, trying to appear casual as Ruben turned and left the room.

Victoria chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, turning to look at Jude as he stood to his feet holding out his hand for her guiding her into the dining room where Ruben had set two places at the table for them. 

Pulling out Tori’s chair for her, Jude gestured for her to sit down before taking his seat. A knowing smile on his face as he awaited their dinner being served. 

“Is this an everyday thing for you?” Tori asked as she took in the dining room before his eyes landed back on Jude. “Candle-lit dinners and gourmet meals.”

“No, most of the time my mum will cook for me or Ruben will just leave my dinner in the microwave for whenever I get around to eating it,” Jude explained. 

He understood how glamorous his life may have appeared from the outside looking in, and despite all he had, he still maintained as humble a lifestyle as a man in his position would. 

Time flew by as Tori and Jude sat in his dining room, the evening passing as giving way to the nighttime as they spoke about any and everything. 

Ruben had left around two hours prior after cleaning up the mess he made while cooking, before leaving their dessert in the refrigerator for them. 

It wasn't until Jude's phone rang in his pocket that Tori remembered her own, and when she pulled it out she was surprised to see it was nearing the hour of midnight. 

“Wow, time flew by,” Tori said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “I didn’t realize it was so late!”

Jude chuckled, a hint of surprise in his voice as he checked his watch. “Yeah, it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re having fun. I guess we got a little carried away with our conversation.”

Tori smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her at the thought of their evening together. “I enjoyed it. You’re easy to talk to.”

“Same here,” Jude replied, leaning back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “I enjoy your company.” 

Tori felt her heart flutter at his words. “Thank you, I've been told the very opposite before.”

Just then, Jude’s phone buzzed again, interrupting the moment. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. “It’s my manager. I should probably take this,” he said, standing up and moving a few steps away to answer the call.

Tori watched him, her heart racing slightly as she thought about how different their lives were. Jude was a rising star, and she was just a dancer trying to make a name for herself. She couldn’t help but wonder how or why their lives truly came to align.

As Jude spoke on the phone, Tori took a moment to gather her thoughts before standing to her feet so she could prepare to leave. The evening had been fun, but she didn't want to overstay her welcome. 

Grabbing the plates they ate from, Tori brought them to the kitchen so she could place them into the sink before going in search of her belongings. 

When Jude’s phone conversation came to an end, he returned to the kitchen, a slight frown still lingering on his face. “Sorry about that,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Business never sleeps, I guess.”

Tori smiled, trying to ease the tension. “No worries, I was just cleaning up a bit. I didn’t want to leave a mess behind.”

Jude chuckled softly, leaning against the counter. “You didn’t have to do that. But I appreciate it.”

“I just figured it was the least I could do after such an amazing dinner,” Tori replied, feeling a sense of warmth at the compliment. “Seriously, the food was incredible. I‘m lucky to have experienced that. But it's super late and I should probably get going.”

“You don't have to,” Jude said, his tone shifting slightly as he stepped closer to her. “I mean, if you want to stay a bit longer, I’d love you to.”

Tori felt her heart flutter at his invitation. The thought of leaving felt premature, especially after such a lovely evening. “I’d like that,” she said, her voice softening. “But I don’t want to impose on you, I've known you twenty-four hours and you've already dropped me home and given me dinner.”

“You’re not imposing at all,” Jude reassured her, his eyes warm and sincere. “I genuinely want you to stay. Plus, it’s late, and I’d feel better knowing you’re safe here.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth at his words, her heart swelling with affection. “Okay, I’ll stay a little longer,” she said, a smile breaking across her face. 

“Great,” Jude replied, his expression brightening. “How about we watch a movie or something? I have a few good ones lined up.”

“Sounds good,” Tori agreed, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. She loved the idea of curling up on the couch with him, enjoying the warmth of his presence.

Jude led her back to the living room, where he grabbed the remote and settled onto the couch, gesturing for her to join him. Tori nestled in beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as they sank into the cushions. 

As the opening credits rolled, Tori found herself stealing glances at Jude, who was focused on the screen. She couldn’t help but admire the way the soft light illuminated his features, the way his lips curved into a smile at the funny moments in the film. 

Halfway through the movie, Tori felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She leaned her head against Jude’s shoulder, feeling safe and content. Jude glanced down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Very,” Tori replied, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She felt a sense of peace envelope her, the stresses of the day fading away as she relaxed against him.

As the movie continued, Tori felt Jude’s fingers gently brushing through her hair, a tender gesture that sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and in that moment, the air between them shifted. 

Jude’s eyes darkened with desire, and Tori felt her heart race as he leaned in closer. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Tori breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.

Their lips met softly at first, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened as the kiss ignited a fire within them both. Tori melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. 

Jude responded eagerly, his hands roaming down her back, pulling her against him as the kiss grew more passionate. Tori felt a rush of heat flood her body, her senses heightened as they lost themselves in each other.

Pulling Tori into her lap so she straddled him, Jude wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as their kiss deepened. Tori could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it sent a thrill through her. She couldn't recall the last time she felt so desired, so wanted, and it both exhilarated and terrified her.

As they kissed, Tori felt the world around them fade away. The flickering light from the television was just a backdrop to the intensity of the moment, and all that mattered was the connection they were sharing. Jude’s hands slid up her back, his fingers going beneath her top as he groaned into her mouth at the realization she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Tori gasped softly at the sensation, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The warmth of his hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine, igniting a spark of desire that coursed through her. She felt emboldened, the initial nerves washing away as the kiss deepened and grew more passionate.

Jude pulled her closer, his hands exploring the contours of her back with a tenderness that made her heart race. Tori’s fingers tangled in his hair, and she felt a rush of exhilaration as they lost themselves in the moment, completely consumed by the chemistry crackling between them.

But as the kiss intensified, a small voice in the back of Tori’s mind reminded her of the speed at which things were moving. She reluctantly pulled back, breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she searched Jude’s eyes for reassurance. 

“I should go,” she breathed, feeling a mixture of apprehension and desire, unsure of where the night would head if she remained in his presence. 

“Stay,” Jude murmured, a frown on his browline as he looked into Tori’s eyes willing her to heed him. “Please,” he added softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

Leaning down Tori pressed her lips against his once more, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he stood to his feet with her in his arms. 

He moved as of she was weightless as he moved from the living room and upstairs to the upper level of his house. 

Pushing open his bedroom door without parting lips with Tori, Jude used his foot to close it behind himself, locking them away from the rest of their world. 

All rationale had left Tori’s mind and she and Jude indulged in each other, giving in to impulse and desire as they stripped one another until they lay tangled between the sheets. 

Jude feasted on her until she was a trembling mess in the middle of his bed. He used his mouth and tongue to render her speechless—he lost himself in the act, tasting and torturing her with his skilled mouth.

“Jude,” Victoria moaned into his ear, her legs wrapping around his waist as he sank into her inch by delicious inch, his hands splayed either side of her head as their eyes met.

“You're so fucking tight,” Jude groaned in awe of the way she felt around him, the heat and sensation almost overwhelming. Victoria's body responded to him, clenching and releasing like she was designed to fit him perfectly. 

Her back arched as he filled her completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both. “Yes, just like that,” she encouraged her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

He took a moment to drink her in— the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, the flush of her cheeks, and the way her lips parted slightly as she struggled to find words between gasps. Every detail contributed to fueling a fire in him, compelling him to go deeper, to claim her in a way that left no doubt of his desire.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Pulling almost all the way out of Tori before easing back in, moving his hand from beside her head to pin her right leg to the bed, his grip firm on the back of her thigh. 

The shift in position conjured a dull ache that felt sinfully good in tandem with the pleasure coursing through her body. His girth and length surpassing any expectation she may have had. 

As he pulled almost entirely out before sinking back in, Victoria let out an unrefined moan, her grip on Jude's shoulders tightening as if she might fall off the bed otherwise. "Oh, fuck, yes...just like that," she whined into his ear, her hips bucking slightly to meet his thrusts, the ache growing with every inch that slid back into her.

Her fingers dug into his hair, not pulling but coaxing him closer, her lips finding his neck in search of contact. "You feel so good," she gasped, her teeth drawing along his skin. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

The pleasure was almost too much, her body trembling with the force of it, but she didn't want it to end, didn't want him to pull back just yet. Tori rolled her hips again, matching his rhythm with a desperate eagerness, urging him deeper, chasing that delicious friction that was fast turning into an inexorable need.

Jude snarled lustfully as he watched his length slip from her, her arousal coating his cock in a glistening sheen. 

Turning Tori over onto her stomach in one swift motion, he reached for a pillow at the head of his bed forcing it beneath her to create a deep, perfect arch in her spine that made her hips raise. 

Jude couldn't help himself, taking hold of his cock he used the tip to circle her slick entrance. 

“Shit,” Victoria cried out, her whole body tingling with suspense as Jude's thick cockhead circled her entrance, teasing her. She wiggled her hips instinctively, trying to urge him inside.

Jude wasted no more time, pressing the head of his cock against her pussy, pushing just enough to feel that gentle resistance, before easing in ballsdeep.

Victoria let out a throaty moan as Jude thrust into her with a force that made the bed tremor beneath the weight of bodies. She arched her back, pushing her hips against him as he began to move, his pace relentless and demanding.

Each deep, powerful stroke of his cock hit a spot inside her that made her eyelids roll shut. Tori's mind emptied of all thought, reduced to only sensations—the feeling of Jude's thick length thrusting into her, the sound of their harsh breaths and slick skin colliding, the way his hands gripped her hips and held her in place.

She wrapped her arms around the pillow, using it to steady herself as Jude fucked her with an intensity that left her breathless and overwhelmed. 

His thrusts picked up speed, becoming almost brutal in their execution, and Victoria met each one with an answering roll of her hips, lost to the pleasure that threatened to consume her.

When she felt Jude’s fingers come to grip the hair at the back of her head, all bets were off. Tori let out a cry of pleasure as her eyes rolled shut, the arch in her back deepening as her thighs began to tremble. 

Panting heavily, Jude gripped the back of Tori's head, tilting it to the side as he continued his merciless exploration of her depths. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, the force of his thrusts hitting the spongy flesh of her cervix and sending shivers of pure bliss coursing through her. Her moans of ecstasy echoed through the room, fueling his own growing need.

As Jude's grip tightened, Tori's entire body went stiff, her cries becoming choked whimpers of pleasure. She'd never experienced anything like this before, Jude's size and strength pushing her to the very edge of what she could take.

“Cum for me, Tori,” Jude groaned, his pace slowing as he watched himself disappear inside of her, completely under her spell. 

"Tori," he groaned into her ear, his voice guttural and primal. The sound of his arousal hung heavily in the air as he pounded into her, her body moving in rhythmic time with his.

Victoria's mind shattered as Jude continued to take her, his relentless thrusts driving her to the brink. She felt so full, so completely filled and claimed by him.

"Yes, yes, y-yes..." she chanted brokenly, her words dissolving into helpless cries of ecstasy.

Jude's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, gripping her as he laid into her, each stroke easing her closer to the edge. He could feel her walls spasming around him, her pleasure knotting tighter and tighter until it threatened to come undone.

She was going to come undone beneath him, and Jude was determined to be the one to send her over. He wanted to hold her in his arms as she committed herself to the pinnacle of pleasure. 

Despite the silent cry that fell from her mouth, Jude felt it as she came on him. Her arousal dripped down the innards of her thighs as she gripped the pillow beneath the sated body. 

Pulling out of Tori, Jude held his length in his hand as he eyed her sweaty body, between her legs flushed and slightly swollen. He watched as she turned over onto her back, a playful glint in her eyes. Victoria's lips curved into a sultry smile as she beckoned him closer with a gesture of her finger.

“Not yet,” Tori purred, her voice laced with mischief. She pushed herself up onto her knees, an inviting shine in her gaze as her tongue swiped across her lips. Jude's breath hitched in his throat, anticipation pooling in his stomach as he watched her.

With an intentional slowness to her movements, Tori leaned forward, her shiny raven hair cascading over her shoulders in a soft curtain that framed her face. She took her time, savouring the moment as she moved closer to his cock, barely an inch away. Her breath washed over him, warm and tantalizing, and she couldn't help but smirk at the way he tensed up.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She opened her mouth wide, taking him in slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip before she sank deeper, relishing the sensation of him filling her mouth.

“Fuck, Tori,” he groaned, his hands instinctively tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth perfect seal as she showcased her talent. Her lips and chin glistened with drool, slicking his shaft as she pulled back, only to thrust forward again, taking him as deep as she could manage.

Tori could feel him throbbing against her tongue, the heat of him igniting a fire inside her. She revelled in the taste of him, the way he filled her mouth, an offering of pleasure she was more than happy to accept. Each thrust of her mouth was accompanied by soft, breathy moans that vibrated against his length, driving him wild.

Jude's fingers gripped her hair tightly, guiding her rhythm as he watched the bliss dance across her face. “Just like that, Tori,” he encouraged, his voice thick and deep with arousal. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

She picked up the pace, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she took him deeper, pressing down to the base. The sound of her wetness filled the air, a stimulating melody that only stoked the flames of his desire. Victoria loved watching Jude lose himself in the moment, the way his brow furrowed in pleasure and his jaw slackened, his breath coming in quick, erratic gasps.

She could feel his tension riding, his breaths growing more shallow as she wrapped her lips tighter around him, sucking hard while pumping the rest of him with her small, dexterous hands. His hand found her cheek, urging her to take him even deeper.

“Breathe through it, Tori,” he murmured, his voice throaty. “Give me your fucking throat.”

Just as he was about to lose his grip on control, she pulled back, her mouth popping off with a soft, erotic sound. Tori looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and licked her lips in a slow, deliberate motion.

Without a word, she parted her lips and tilted her head back offering herself to him. 

Jude's heart raced at the sight of her, so willingly surrendering to him, and he couldn't resist the urge to claim her once more. He moved closer, his length glistening as he approached her inviting mouth. The hunger in his gaze mirrored her desire, pooling in the air between them.

“God, Tori,” he growled, his voice low and rough. He took a step closer and positioned himself at her lips. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

With a firm yet gentle grip on her hair, he leaned forward, his cock pressing against her mouth. Without hesitating, she opened wider, welcoming him back inside. Feeling him slide into her mouth felt addictive, and she immediately went to work, sucking him in deep while her tongue expertly traced every ridge and vein.

“Fuck,” he breathed, the sensation exhilarating. “You drive me crazy.”

She made soft, sensual sounds, each one vibrating around him, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Jude began to rock his hips slowly, thrusting in rhythm with her perfect mouth, going deeper with each deliberate motion. The sight of her swallowing him, her eyes shining with intensity, only heightened his arousal.

“Just like that,” he groaned, losing himself in the rhythm of her mouth as she layered her movements with a tantalizing mix of speed and pressure. 

Victoria let him take control, relishing in the way he filled her mouth, the heat and weight of him overwhelming her senses. She could feel him reaching the precipice, his every breath quickening, the muscles in his thighs tightening.

As the tension mounted, she could sense his rising need. Just when he thought he would lose it, she pulled back again, teasingly bringing her tongue over the sensitive tip before letting him slip from her lips entirely. 

“Please, Jude,” she pleaded, her breath coming in bursts. “I want you to cum on my face.”

Jude's eyes darkened with desire, the raw urgency in her voice igniting something primal within him. “Come here,” he growled, his fingers curling into her hair, guiding her back down on him.

With a decisive thrust, Jude eased into her mouth once more, and Tori’s eyes widened in delight as he filled her instantly. She loved the way he took charge, how he lost himself in the pleasure. With each deep stroke, he seemed to pull her deeper into his world, a place where only he and she existed.

The heat of him was intoxicating, and her own desire soaring in response, each of his thrusts awakening a raw need inside her. She met him with soft, enthusiastic sounds, her moans sending vibrations through his hard cock, heightening the intoxicating pull between them. Jude looked down at her, his chest rising and falling with each heated breath, the way her face glistened with saliva driving him wild.

“Just like that, baby,” he growled, his control wavering. He moved faster now, a rhythm between domination and desire with every thrust. He watched as his cock disappeared past her luscious lips, the sight pure ecstasy. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

Victoria's desire erupted higher at his words. She pushed herself to take him even deeper, her throat working to accommodate him as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure of the moment. Each time he hit the back of her throat, she felt herself flutter with excitement, her body yearning for more. 

Feeling a familiar tightness in his core, Jude knew he wouldn’t last long. Her compliance was like a drug, and the sight of her completely lost in the act—her eyes glazed over with pleasure—drove him wild. He groaned, his breaths rough and uneven, “I’m going to cum, Tori...”

“Please,” she urged with a sultry whisper around his pulsating length, her voice thick with desire. “I want it.”

That single command sent Jude spiralling over the edge. He gritted his teeth as he thrust one last time, burying himself deep within her warm mouth, his body quaking with release. “Tori!” he roared, surrendering to the pleasure that consumed him, his thick seed spilling as he held himself against the back of her throat. 

Victoria welcomed the warmth, her eyes shimmering with delight as she felt the salty essence hit her tongue, a warm splash of gratification that sent shivers through her body. She let out a soft, hungry moan as she savoured every drop, the taste of him only intensifying her desire. 

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Jude panted, watching the way she licked her lips, ensuring she hadn’t wasted a single drop. The sight of her basking in his essence only fueled his need for her more, driving him wild. 

Tori leaned back, her lips still glistening, an alluring invitation in her eyes. “I’m not,” she smiled shyly. 

Taking her hand into his, Jude pulled her body against his once more, the warmth between them igniting again. "I think you are," he murmured, his voice a sultry growl that sent currents of anticipation racing through her.

He manoeuvred them both back onto the bed, their bodies colliding with a thud, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. 

“When are you heading back to the States for the holidays?” Jude asked, his fingers softly tracing the skin of her back. 

“I’m not,” Tori revealed, her heart dropping as she thought about her family back home, or rather the current chasm between her and them. 

“What?!” Jude asked as if he'd just been told she wasn't human. 

“I’m staying in Madrid, I’m contemplating a last-minute New Year's trip with a few of the girls I dance with,” Tori explained, ignoring the dull ache in her chest as she offered him a soft reassuring smile. 

“What about you?” she asked intent on shifting the attention away from her. 

“I have my last football match of the year and then I’m heading back home to England to be with my family.” Jude revealed feeling bad about his plans to enjoy some time off with his family. 

However, an intriguing notion, though slightly unconventional, suddenly blossomed in his mind.

“After Christmas, I'm heading to Dubai with a few of my teammates for an awards ceremony, but I plan on celebrating New Year's there too,” Jude explained. 

“If you’d like, I’d be happy for you to join me.” he continued, feeling rather nervous as he proposed the idea to her. 

Victoria's heart raced at his offer, the thought of joining him igniting a spark of excitement within her. “Are you being serious?” she asked cautiously. 

“Why wouldn't I be serious?” Jude asked with a pout. 

“I know we are just getting to know one another and I’m already in your bed, but why?” Tori asked, her brow furrowing slightly. She wanted to be sure about his intentions but couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that coursed through her at the prospect of spending more time with him.

“Because,” he began, searching her gaze for the right words, “I want to continue to get to know you, whether it be in Dubai or Madrid.”

Tori had already let it slip that she was thinking about travelling for the new year, but the thought of going to Dubai with Jude was incredibly enticing. The atmosphere of a new city, especially one known for its opulence and vibrant nightlife, combined with the thrill of exploring more of their connection sent a rush of adrenaline through her.

“I’m intrigued,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But what's the catch? This feels… too good to be true.”

Jude smiled, a mixture of confidence and assurity in his demeanour. “No catch. If at any point you want to leave you can, I don't expect anything from you, but I would like for you to join me.”

Tori hadn’t known Jude for any stretch of time, but from their first encounter, she’d found herself drawn to him. “If I say yes, you have to promise me I won't end up regretting it,” she said, her eyes searching his for sincerity. 

Jude leaned closer, brushing his lips softly against hers. “I promise to make it a trip you won’t forget,”

[mistymysticalmoon]

just some of my fav jude pics :)

night night 🌌

[maisonbelligavi]

Naaaa I'm out😭😭😭

[leighjadeclimbedmtkilimanjaro]

Look at how beautiful my mother in law is

[eccentricallygothic]

real madrid is not real madriding the way real madrid is supposed to real madrid

[leonsliga]

Legends.

[sp1nnenlilie]

I hope all madridistas sleep well tonight♡

Losing is a natural part of life. It's how we learn, grow, and find our way to success.

[adnannyx]

i can’t say much i won’t say much

credits: @/alexperezpoza on ig

[raphoupix]

Jude Bellingham - Real Madrid v. Manchester City - UEFA Champions League

[prettyjude]

This is so cute,he’s so good with kids

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Orginal Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 10

Tori was in awe of Jude as she looked up at him, her hips tilted off the edge of the bed to create the perfect angle as he gripped the back of her thighs, pinning them so he could grind his cock into her with each sinful, measured roll of his hips.

Tori gazed up at Jude through hooded eyes, her body trembling under his powerful thrusts. She loved this view of him, his strong form looming over her, intense eyes dark with lust. His grip on her thighs sent delicious sparks through her nerves each time he drove his thick cock deep.

"Baby..." he purred, momentarily removing his hand from her left thigh so he could spank her teasingly on her pussy.

Tori gasped and arched her back as Jude's fingers smacked against her sensitive flesh, the sharp sting of pain mellowing into a delicious heat, as she let out a squeal her hips rocking to meet his powerful thrusts.

Jude groaned at the sound of her needy moan, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. He could feel every gushy inch of her walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, you feel so good around me Tori. Such a perfect little pussy." He growled, punctuating his words with a deep grind.

Tori whimpered, her back bowing off the bed as he hit that spot inside her that made her mind go numb as she clawed at his back, raising her head so she could bite down on the warm, musky skin at the base of his throat. "Yes! It's yours, Jude." She babbled, lost to the all-consuming pleasure. Her thighs trembled and clenched around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Jude smirked, dark eyes blazing with carnal hunger as he drank in the debauched sight of her. Sweat-slicked skin, wild hair splayed on the sheets, full lips parted in breathy moans. His large hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. "That's right. This pussy belongs to me." He growled possessively.

Tori mewled, her body writhing beneath him as sparks of pleasure radiated from her nipples straight to her core. She could feel her climax building, her walls spasming around his cock. "Please, Jude...I'm so close." She whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

Tori had long since handed the reigns of control back to Jude, all she wanted was to be consumed by him.

“Turn over,” he instructed feverishly against her lips.

Tori shivered as Jude's command sent a thrill through her, his dominant tone igniting a fresh wave of desire. She eagerly obeyed, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips for him.

Jude let out a strained groan as he eyed her entrance, slightly gaping as the reddened flesh glistened under the intimate lighting of his bedroom.

Tori arched her back and lifted her ass higher, presenting herself to Jude. She glanced back at him over her shoulder through a curtain of tousled dark hair, her caramel skin glowing in the low light. "Please baby, I need you," she whimpered, wiggling her hips enticingly.

Jude's self-control snapped at the erotic sight of Tori bent over, begging for his cock. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he notched the thick head of his dick against her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed balls deep into her.

Tori cried out, fingers scrabbling against the sheets as he stretched her open. "Fuck!" she gasped, both pleasure and pain sparking through her core as he filled her completely.

Jude set a remorseless pace, pounding into Tori's pussy with deep, long strokes. The nasty sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her high, breathy cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tori babbled incoherently, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

She clenched around him like a silken vise, her walls fluttering as he tapped against her G-spot with every thrust. Jude groaned at the exquisite feeling, his balls drawing up tight. He could feel his release building, but he willed it back, determined to make Tori come first.

Leaning over Tori, Jude wrapped his large hand around her slender throat, applying a firm but careful pressure. "You're mine," he growled possessively, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that made her gasp and shudder.

Tori's eyes rolled back at the dual stimulation, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Jude's pistoning cock. The slight edge of danger from his grip on her throat only heightened her pleasure. "Yes, yours," she whimpered, surrendering herself completely to his dominance.

Jude's other hand snaked down to rub tight circles over her clit, pushing her towards the edge. "Cum for me baby," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble in her ear. His hips never faltered, drilling into her with deep, powerful strokes.

Tori went completely numb to everything but Jude, every muscle in her body pulling taut as her climax approached. "I'm...I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, her walls starting to spasm.

"That's it, baby, let go," Jude purred, rubbing her clit harder. "Cum all over my dick."

Tori screeched, her body trembling on the verge of release. "Please Jude, I need..." she whimpered, her voice breaking off into a wordless cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, gushing and quivering around his cock as she came hard.

Jude groaned, the feeling of her cumming on his dick nearly undoing him. "Fuck yes, Tori," he growled, beating into her spasming heat. He could feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight. With a few more deep thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural moan, spilling his seed into the condom he wore, his mind envisioning cumming deep inside her.

Tori shuddered through the aftershocks, utterly spent and satisfied. She collapsed onto the bed, Jude's softening cock slipping out of her with a gush of fluid. He lay down next to her, pulling her body into his arms.

Tori's eyes were wild and burning with lust as they met Jude's gaze. Her caramel skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her full lips parted as she panted from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked utterly debauched, hair messy and tangled across the pillow, her body marked with the evidence of their passion red imprints of his fingers on her hips, love bites blooming on her throat and breasts.

Jude drank in the sight of her, a deep sense of male satisfaction coursing through him. He had marked her, claimed her, and made her his in every way.

After that night of feverish passion in Jude's master bedroom, a few days passed before Tori and Jude would see one another again.

Their next reunion would be when Tori would accompany him to dinner in celebration of one of his teammate's wives.

When David, one of the more seasoned members of Real Madrid’s team, warmly invited Jude to his wife's birthday dinner, he casually inquired whether Jude would be bringing a plus one. Without hesitation, Jude's mind raced to thoughts of Tori, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he instantly replied with a resounding yes. The idea of sharing that special evening with her filled him with excitement and anticipation.

Though there were no official titles or definitions to clearly define their relationship, Jude yearned for her presence, within his world and surrounded by his people.

Tori sauntered around her apartment, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors as she made sure she had everything she needed.

After a night of celebration with Jude and his teammates, she was set to spend the weekend with the midfielder at his house.

Her bag was packed by the door, but she couldn't help the feeling that she was forgetting something as she gathered herself while waiting for Jude to arrive.

The anticipation in the air was electric, and Tori felt a thrill rush through her as she checked her reflection one last time in the mirror. She fluffed her long, dark hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. The black dress she chose hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her waist and legs.

Tori's stomach flipped as her phone rang, the familiar tone startling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw Jude's name lighting up. Her heart raced as she answered the call, a smile spreading across her face.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jude’s voice thrummed through the line, smooth and sultry. “I’m just pulling up. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Perfect timing,” Tori replied, her excitement bubbling over. “I’m all ready, I just need to grab my coat and bag and I’ll be right down.”

“Take your time, I’ll be waiting,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Tori quickly hung up, her heart fluttering in her chest as she breezed to her coat rack. She slipped on a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her already stunning outfit. She grabbed her bag and took a final glance in the mirror, adjusting her hair one last time before heading out the door.

As she descended the stairs to the lobby, she could feel the alluring rhythm of anticipation in her veins. Spotting Jude standing outside, leaning against his sleek car, her breath caught in her throat. He looked undeniably handsome, radiating confidence as he surveyed his surroundings.

“Fuck,” Jude breathed as Tori approached, his eyes widening in appreciation. “You look incredible.”

The black dress that Tori wore, falling gracefully to her calves, seemed to hug her slender yet shapely figure as if it had been tailored just for her. The stretchy cotton fabric gently accentuated her curves, with her nipples subtly visible beneath the material.

Her hair flowed gracefully over one shoulder in soft, shimmering waves. The makeup on her face was delicate and ethereal, giving her skin a fresh, dewy glow that highlighted her natural beauty without overpowering it.

“Thank you,” Tori blushed as she made her way to him, feeling her pulse quicken under his intense gaze. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and pulled her into a warm embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne wrapped around her, sending shivers down her spine.

“You ready for a night out?” he asked, breaking the embrace but keeping his hands resting on her hips, a possessive grip that made her heart race.

“Absolutely,” she replied, grinning up at him.

“You met most of my teammates in Dubai, the rest are just as welcoming,” Jude assured her, his tone infused with excitement. “I’m really glad you’re coming; it means a lot to me.”

Tori’s heart soared at his words, knowing how much he valued her presence in his world. “I can’t wait to meet the rest of them,” she said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“Can I take that?” Jude asked, nodding his head toward the weekend bag on her shoulder before holding out his hand for it.

Tori smiled, feeling a rush of warmth as she handed the bag over to him. “Thank you,” she said softly, feeling a sense of comfort in his strength.

Jude placed the bag in the trunk of his car before opening the passenger door for her. “After you,” he said with a charming grin. Tori slipped inside, her heart fluttering at the gesture. He climbed in beside her, and the moment he turned to face her, she felt the familiar spark between them ignite once more.

The car pulled away from the curb, and as they drove through the bustling streets, Tori couldn’t help but steal glances at Jude. He was focused on the road, but she could see the way his jaw tightened in concentration, the way his biceps flexed as he gripped the steering wheel. He was so captivating, and she felt a rush of gratitude to be sharing this moment with him.

As Jude drove smoothly through the winter evening air, Tori felt a sense of exhilaration build within her. The city lights flickered outside, casting playful shadows that danced across Jude's sharp features. She was excited about the night ahead, the promise of connection, camaraderie, and perhaps even more fiery moments once the party was over.

When they arrived outside of the restaurant, Jude helped Tori from the car before handing his keys to the valet and making their way inside.

Once inside the small and rather private entryway of the eatery, Jude's grip on Tori tightened, stopping her in her tracks.

“I haven't kissed you yet,” he murmured, hooking a finger beneath her chin so he could tilt her head as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, a soft yet possessive kiss that sent sparks of electricity coursing through her. His mouth moved against hers with a slow, deliberate intensity, making her forget the surroundings and lose herself completely in the moment. She responded instinctively, parting her lips to deepen the kiss, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and slightly dazed, Tori’s heart raced at the way Jude looked at her—eyes dark with desire, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Now, we can go,” he said with a hint of mischief.

When they parted lips, Jude led Tori further into the restaurant that had been hired out for the night to create a space of intimacy for arguably some of the most documented men in Spain.

As they entered the dining area, Tori was struck by the elegance surrounding her. The soft glow of candlelight reflected off the dark wooden tables, and the subtle hum of chatter mixed with clinking glasses filled the air. The atmosphere was vibrant yet intimate, making Tori feel both excited and a bit nervous.

Jude’s presence was grounding, though. He remained close, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back as they navigated through the crowd of well-dressed guests. She recognized several faces from their previous encounters, those of teammates and their partners, all mingling and enjoying the evening.

“Jude!” A boisterous voice called out, and they turned to find David approaching them, a broad smile on his face. He embraced Jude warmly before nodding towards Tori. “And you must be Tori,” he said as he turned to give his teammate a knowing smile of approval.

“That's right,” Tori replied, feeling a rush of warmth as David’s friendly demeanor eased her nerves.

“Good to finally meet you! Come, let me introduce you to my wife,” David continued, his tone genuinely welcoming as he ushered them deeper into the room.

As they stepped through the bustling restaurant, Tori could feel her pulse quickening. The warm laughter and clinking of glasses created an atmosphere buzzing with excitement, but one thought kept resurfacing in her mind—how would everyone perceive her, especially in the company of Jude and his accomplished teammates?

David skillfully navigated through the crowd, introducing Tori to various faces, each more charming than the last. The wives and girlfriends were equally welcoming, and Tori felt a sense of camaraderie blossom as they mingled, sharing anecdotes and laughter about their partners’ antics on and off the field.

Before long, David steered them towards a beautifully decorated table at the center of the room where a group of Jude's teammates had gathered. Jude’s presence beside her was a solid anchor, his confidence radiating and making her feel at ease.

Tori’s ease however was short-lived as she felt Jude tense up beside her, his hands around her waist tightening as a familiar voice cut through the laughter of the crowd.

“Look who finally decided to show up! And with a little companion too!” The voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Tori turned to see a striking woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes making her way towards them, her hips swaying provocatively with each step. It was Eliza, one of Jude’s earlier flings, a woman renowned for her boldness and flirtatious nature.

“Jude, darling! I was hoping to run into you. And who do we have here?” Eliza’s gaze flicked over Tori with an unimpressed flick, lingering on her outfit. “You brought her?” she said, a barely concealed smirk playing on her lips. “How quaint. So sweet of you to bring a date to a party. You must be filling the gaps in your schedule.”

Tori felt heat rise to her cheeks, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress any awkwardness flooding her system. She could feel the tension radiating from Jude beside her as he straightened, clearly displeased. “Eliza, just as charming as ever,” he remarked dryly, his tone laced with irritation but laced with a firm grip that reminded Tori he was there for her.

“Oh, come on,” she teased, stepping closer to Jude as she examined him with lustful eyes. “What’s wrong with a little fun? You usually like having fun with me.” It was a calculated jab, a tactic to insult and belittle without directly provoking.

“Eliza, relax,” Jude snapped, pulling Tori closer to his side, a protective instinct taking over as he looked down at her with an apologetic glint in his deep eyes. "This is Tori, I know you see her and I will not allow her to be disrespected by you or anyone else." His words were firm, the tension between him and Eliza palpable.

Tori felt a rush of warmth at Jude’s words, but the smug look on Eliza’s face didn’t disappear. “Nice to meet you, Tori. I hope you have a good night.” Eliza purred, eyes glinting with mischief.

Tori held Eliza’s gaze, her heart racing as she squared her shoulders. “Thank you, I intend to have a great time,” she replied, her voice steady. She could feel Jude’s presence beside her, a strong force that gave her the confidence to stand her ground.

Eliza’s lips curled into a smirk, an indicator that she found Tori's bravado amusing. “Oh, I’m sure you will. Just remember to keep up, darling. These boys can be quite... demanding.” Her tone dripped with condescension as she glanced back at Jude, a look of feigned innocence across her face.

“I kept up thus far,” Tori shot back, not backing down. “Haven't I?” she asked, gazing up at Jude as her eyes sparkled with lust, innuendo dripping from her words.

Jude's lips curled into a satisfied smile, clearly appreciating Tori's boldness. "You certainly have, and I expect nothing less from you tonight," he replied, his voice low and filled with an enticing promise. He turned to Eliza, his expression unyielding. "But let me make one thing abundantly clear—you are not going to continue whatever this is. This isn’t about you.”

The tension in the air thickened, but Tori felt a rush shoot through her at Jude's protective nature. She liked that he was willing to stand up for her, and it gave her a lift of confidence.

Eliza rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at being dismissed by Jude, but her resolve was far from weakened as she turned on her heel and walked away, the cogs in her head already turning.

As Eliza sauntered off, Tori felt a swell of relief mixed with triumph. Jude’s strength beside her made her feel secure, and she loved that he was so effortlessly protective. She turned to him, her heart fluttering as she caught the heat in his gaze.

“Thank you for that,” Tori said, her voice soft, but filled with sincerity. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

Jude’s expression softened, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m not going to let anyone disrespect you,” he replied, his eyes searching hers, all hints of playfulness gone.

And enjoy herself, as she intended to. With that moment behind them, Tori took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the gathering begin to envelop her as she and Jude found their seats.

Amid the lively chatter of the restaurant, Tori felt a renewed sense of confidence swirl within her. The tension with Eliza had dissipated, leaving space for fun and laughter. Jude's presence steadied her, grounded her, and she couldn’t help but smile at the way he kept stealing glances her way, his dark eyes glinting with admiration.

As the night progressed, delicious plates of food were passed around, accompanied by laughter and toasts. Jude remained attentive, his hand resting possessively on the back of Tori’s chair, and she felt cherished by his ease and comfort. She began to engage in conversations, sharing laughter over shared stories of Jude’s pranks on teammates and her own light-hearted revelations.

However, as the evening wore on, Tori could sense a shift in the atmosphere. Despite the laughter and merriment, Eliza's lingering presence overshadowed the night like a storm cloud. It was almost as if she had been lurking behind every corner, waiting for an opportunity to reinsert herself into the spotlight.

Tori tried to shake off the feeling, reminding herself that she was with Jude and that he was steadfastly by her side. Nonetheless, as the main course was being cleared, Eliza reappeared, sliding into the seat across from Jude.

“Mind if I join?” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with defiance, as if challenging Tori's newfound sense of belonging.

Jude opened his mouth, about to respond, but Tori felt a surge of bravery course through her. “Actually, we’re good,” she interjected, meeting Eliza’s gaze with unwavering resolve.

Eliza raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Oh, but I thought we could catch up Jude,” she said, a coy smile creeping onto her lips as she gestured to Tori with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Let’s not forget old times.”

The tension in the air thickened, Tori's heart pounding in her chest as she felt the challenge hanging between them. “Old times? Is that what you call it when you constantly throw yourself at him?” Tori retorted, unable to suppress her frustration.

Jude’s head snapped in Tori’s direction, surprise flickering across his face. Tori’s cheeks burned hot as she quickly added, “I mean, if you were truly friends, you’d respect the fact that he is with someone now.”

The smirk on Eliza’s face faltered slightly, but the glint of mischief remained. “Oh, sweetheart, I have no doubt he’s with you for now. Just don’t get too comfortable. You know how quickly things can change in this world,” she replied, infusing her tone with a patronizing air.

Tori felt the defenses around her heart rise. After everything Jude and she had built between them, after feeling secure in who she was to him, she wasn’t going to let Eliza's venomous statements ruin her night.

“Maybe you should take your own advice,” Tori said coolly, the words coming out sharper than she anticipated. “You don’t seem to be very good at keeping anyone in your life without trying to rile the atmosphere.”

The tension at the table reached new heights, Jude’s expression a mixture of admiration for Tori’s courage and frustration with his past entanglements. "That’s enough,” he said firmly, his voice low but resolute, and Tori felt a rush of warmth at his defense. He turned his gaze toward Eliza, the possessiveness in his tone palpable. “You don’t get to disrupt this, not tonight.”

Eliza opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by another teammate who had just joined their conversation, momentarily diverting attention away from the brewing conflict. Tori could feel the swirling uncertainty around her, amplified as laughter filled the moment, masking the tension.

As the night wore on, Tori tried her best to enjoy herself, but the earlier confrontation hovered in the back of her mind. She laughed and shared stories with Jude’s teammates, but Eliza's presence was unyielding, a shadow that followed them throughout the evening.

By the time dessert was served, Tori’s heart sank as she noticed that Eliza had rejoined them again, this time with her arm draped across Jude’s shoulders as if she belonged there. Tori tried her best to ignore it, to focus on enjoying the festivities, but her stomach twisted with unease.

“Jude, I’ve been reminiscing about those times at the club. Remember the wild parties?” Eliza’s voice cooed, enticing and provocative as she leaned closer to him, her hip brushing against his.

Tori fumed, the heat of betrayal coursing through her, but she held her tongue, not wanting to escalate a situation that Jude had been trying to keep under wraps. Instead, she put on a brave face and pushed her half-empty plate away from her, feeling the victorious rush draining.

Ultimately this was Jude’s life, the world pulled him in a million different directions and everyone wanted a piece of him and for the first time since their mini fall-out in Dubai a few weeks ago, Tori began to doubt herself and their situation.

Surely Eliza wasn't the only woman who felt as though she owned or was owed something by Jude. He was a celebrity, a football superstar, and being in the spotlight drew attention from every corner. Tori could feel the familiar knot of insecurity start to form in her stomach as she watched Eliza lean closer to Jude, her laughter ringing out like glittering glass, sharp and intoxicating.

Tori could see the way Jude tensed, aware of the subtlety in Eliza's attempts to reclaim his attention, and it only fueled her frustration. Every laugh and sideways glance shared between them felt like a needle poking at her doubts. Was this what she signed up for? Was she merely a passing phase for him?

Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, Tori forced herself to engage in conversation with the others at the table, but her attention kept drifting back to Eliza. Each time she caught a glimpse of the smirk on the blonde woman’s face, it felt like a weight pressing down on her.

Jude could sense the irritation in Tori's demeanor, the subtle shift in her energy as she tried to engage with the others. Eliza’s presence loomed like a dark cloud, and Jude was acutely aware of the tension building between the three of them. He glanced over at Tori, who was putting on a brave face, but he could see the way she clenched her jaw and how her bright eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"Why don't we grab a drink?" Jude suddenly suggested his voice firm as he stood, offering his hand to Tori. He needed to pull her away from Eliza's probing gaze, to remind her that she was the one he wanted to focus on tonight.

Tori looked up at him, relief washing over her as she slid her hand into his. "That sounds good," she said, her voice slightly more buoyant even as the unease lingered.

As they made their way to the bar, Jude leaned down to whisper in Tori's ear. "You don't have to worry about her. I want you, Tori. You're the one I brought here tonight for a reason."

Despite his words of reassurance, Tori couldn't see past her own thoughts, her insecurities clinging tightly as they walked away from the growing tension at the table. She could still feel Eliza's eyes on her, a piercing gaze that seemed to follow her every move. The intimate space between Jude and her felt fragile, and she fought to keep her composure as they approached the bar.

Jude sensed her unease but kept his expression warm as they reached the bar’s polished surface. "What do you want to drink?" he asked, his voice steady and inviting as he leaned closer, his presence providing the comfort she desperately craved.

"Something light, maybe a cocktail?" Tori replied, forcing a smile as she tried to shake off the storm brewing inside her mind. She hoped a few drinks would help her forget about Eliza's taunts and regain her confidence.

"How about a mojito?" Jude suggested, his eyes lighting up as he called over the bartender.

“Perfect.” Tori took a deep breath, trying to focus on the moment rather than the impending insecurities that threatened to overshadow her enjoyment of the evening.

As the bartender prepared their drinks, Jude turned to Tori, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “Listen, I know tonight’s been... a little awkward. But I need you to know that you have nothing to worry about. You’re the one I care about.”

Tori met his gaze, her heart fluttering at his sincerity. "I just feel like I’m competing with ghosts, Jude. I can’t see them all the time, but I know they are there."

“You’re not competing with anyone, Tori,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Eliza is just noise. You’re real and present.”

“It's not just Eliza, Jude you are you, the world wants you and honestly I don't know if I can compete with the world.” Jude's eyes softened as he processed her vulnerability, his grip on her hand tightening reassuringly.

“You don’t have to compete with anyone, Tori. I don't want that of you,” he insisted, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

Tori took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. She wanted to believe him, to trust that what they had was special. Yet, her mind wouldn't allow her to.

“It's not what you're asking of me Jude, it's what I feel,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jude’s expression turned serious, his thumb brushing across the back of her hand in a soothing gesture, despite the racing of his heart. “So what are you saying, Tori?”

“I don't know if I am the right girl for this,” Tori said, her voice trembling slightly as a lump formed in her throat. “I know we have something special between us, but I can’t help but feel like I’m just... waiting for this to all come crumbling down and that's no way to live. It's not fair to either of us.”

Jude's expression shifted, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a deep concern. He took a moment to absorb her words, understanding the gravity of her feelings.

He moved closer, his voice low and loving. "Tori, I don’t want you to feel that way. We’ve built something real together. I can’t control everyone else, but I can promise you that I’m here for you—actually here, not just physically, but emotionally too."

Tori searched his face, hoping to find enough reassurance to quell her fears. "But you’re a public figure, Jude. This is your world. I’m just a girl from... well, nothing compared to what you’re used to. You could have anyone you want.”

He shook his head, the intensity in his gaze undeterred by her doubts. “No, it’s you I want. I don’t care about anyone else. You make me feel something I’ve never felt before. So stop comparing yourself to anyone else, because, to me, there is no competition. It's just you and me.”

His words washed over her like a soothing balm, easing the tension in her muscles and silencing the nagging doubts in her mind. Tori nodded slowly, the weight of her insecurities lessening as the bartender finally placed their drinks in front of them.

“Cheers,” she said, raising her glass, her heart more at ease than before.

“Cheers.” Jude’s deep voice poured honey over her, his eyes locked onto hers as they clinked their glasses together and took sips of their drinks. The refreshing taste of mint and lime danced on her tongue, invigorating her spirit as laughter bubbled around them.

With each passing moment, she felt Jude’s unwavering presence anchoring her and rooted her in the now. They shared smiles and exchanged stories, slowly but surely pushing aside the tension from earlier.

However, as the evening progressed, she could still feel Eliza’s eyes roaming, waiting for an opportunity to disrupt the connection she and Jude were rekindling.

“Wanna step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air?” Jude suggested suddenly, clearly sensing her discomfort.

"Yes, please." Tori nodded with relief, eager to find a secluded moment away from prying eyes and pointed remarks.

As they exited the restaurant, the cool evening air greeted them, bringing a sense of clarity and calm. The distant sounds of laughter and celebration faded, replaced by the gentle rustle of wind through the trees and the quiet hum of the city surrounding them.

They strolled side by side, hands brushing occasionally before Jude finally intertwined his fingers with hers, a simple yet profound gesture that reaffirmed his commitment to her.

“What do you think of the dinner so far?” he asked, his voice casual as they walked towards a small outdoor seating area adorned with twinkling lights.

“It’s been okay, but I guess some moments have been more stressful than others,” she admitted, glancing up at him, grateful for the vulnerability he shared.

Jude’s expression softened, and he halted their movement, carefully turning her to face him. “Then let's get out of here.”

Tori looked up at him, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “You want to leave?”

“Absolutely,” Jude replied, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his lips. “I’d rather be somewhere we can actually enjoy each other’s company without distractions or interruptions. Enjoying a night out shouldn’t feel like an endurance test.”

Tori's heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for him. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he said, sincerity radiating from him. “I just want to keep a smile on your face, I don't really care about anything else.”

[trentzy]

poor baby 😭

[fuckyeahsernando]

It's been 20 years today since Fernando and Sergio met for the first time" 24/10/2004

[leighjadeclimbedmtkilimanjaro]

To all the psychopaths that send racial abuse and death treats to players and their GFS/wives, how is the game affecting you today? Oh you're still alive right?? It didn't affect your life AT ALL!? Oh ok, just checking

[maisonbelligavi]

Jude and Trent are like that old married couple who are in an implicit long distance relationship. When Trent is in Liverpool, he's free to cavort with Robbo, Dom or whoever else tickles his fancy. Back in Madrid, Jude would be busy doing what Jude does best, stealing everybody's heart with his beautiful smile and whorish ways.

But the minute Jude and Trent are back together, you can be sure nobody else exists, nothing will burst their happy bubble. A true modern marriage these two have going on and I both admire and envy them for it.